Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 794 Public Grain
In the empty meditation room, Iros could not settle down no matter what.
In desperation, he had to leave the room and went straight to Themis's room.
For some reason, Iros always felt uneasy without consulting Themis.
In the other corner of the living room, Themis held a small hammer in her hand and stood in front of a large table, smashing dozens of gems spread out on the table one by one.
As soon as Iros saw her, he knew that she must be practicing prophecy.
It's just that Themis's prophecy is different from that used by anyone else, and the magic props used to activate the prophecy are also all kinds of strange. From the few times Iros has seen it, the magic materials she uses are never the same.
But according to the sacred code, Themis' prophecy is just nonsense, and it stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible to succeed.
However, her predictions have an astonishingly high success rate, and almost every prediction has a response.
However, perhaps because her spellcasting process was messy, the results of her prediction responses were mostly incomprehensible.
Every time he sees Themis, Iros always feels a little relieved from the bottom of his heart.
He smiled, sat in front of Themis, and as usual, reached out to serve tea.
But the teacup in his hand was empty, with nothing in it.
Iros raised his head, looking thoughtfully at the steaming and refreshing teacup in Themis' hand.
Themis drank all the tea in her hand, then smiled and said: "Master, what do you want from me?"
Iros pondered for a moment, and finally told the story about the Dark Lord Balgen.
This time, Themis's face became unusually solemn and she asked: "Did you feel the breath of the Dark Demon? What does it feel like?"
Iros was in a trance for a while, recalling the thrilling moment when he touched the power of the Dark Demon.
"That is the sea, the boundless sea of darkness."
Themis thought for a long time and then said slowly:
"Master, when I was in Heaven Mountain, many high-ranking angels touched the realm of the gods. They left many records about the realm of the gods. Through the memories brought by Victoria, I have recalled most of them.
Especially the chapter that mentions the Dark Lord.
In this plane, very few people can sense the existence of the Dark Demon God. According to the analysis of the archangels, this is because most of the Dark Demon Gods do not need the power of faith and therefore do not look for agents in other planes.
There has never been a record of what kind of god Bayer is, but if what Peter I said is true, and his existence alone is enough to transform a plane into a dark plane, then he should belong to the main god, and his clone's
The arrival can completely determine the outcome of the entire war.
After all, according to the biographies of the archangels, there have never been any aborigines in various planes who can directly confront the main god's clone."
Iros was very determined and said happily:
"It's just a million souls. This thing is easy to handle! If I can make the clone of the Dark Lord come, then what do I have to fear! Of course I have to go for it!"
Themis thought for a moment and said: "Master, the great Lake Fairy is very fond of you, but can you let her help you snatch this tea cup away from me?"
Iros was stunned and replied: "It's such a boring little thing, even if I insist on it, how could she do such a thing?"
Themis said: "That's it, master, the power of the Lord God is beyond our ability to predict. This war is the most important event in the eyes of any country, and even a major event in the entire plane.
But who can guarantee that our plane is very important in the eyes of the Lord God?
What we think is a big deal may be insignificant and boring in the eyes of the Dark Lord.
In fact, just as the king of a country would not pay attention to a fight in a small village, I think the more powerful a god is, the less important we are in his eyes.
Therefore, Master, you cannot place all your hopes on the Dark Demon. The power in your own hands is the power that you can truly rely on."
Iros nodded and said: "I understand. By the way, Themis, do you know where Ekaterina is?"
"I saw her early this morning. She seemed to have left the temple with Goodwin. As for what she was doing, I don't know."
Iros frowned and said nothing.
Iros snorted, stood up, and was about to leave.
Iros had just taken two steps when Themis smashed the last gem.
She looked at the flames that instantly expanded, then suddenly raised her head and stared at Iros, her clear eyes shining brightly.
Iros felt like a thorn in his back when she looked at him, and he felt uncomfortable all over. He cleared his throat and said tentatively:
"Themis, you..."
Before she finished speaking, Themis asked quickly: "Master, are you busy now?"
Iros was stunned for a moment and said: "Now?"
After a pause, he continued: "You're not particularly busy, you..."
Themis interrupted him again and said, "As long as you're not busy, just give me thirty minutes."
Iros asked doubtfully:
"Thirty minutes is no problem, but Themis, are you okay?"
Themis rushed over, took Iros in her arms, and walked straight to the room, saying as she walked:
"It's time for you to pay the public food. I haven't done it for a long time. Let's make up for it now!"
Thirty minutes is very short, but also very long.
Iros has a special physique, and he now has full control over almost every part of his body.
He can not only solve a battle in one minute, but also be able to fight across the battlefield without stopping.
According to the standards of an ordinary human being, if Iros wanted to, he was an almost invincible stallion.
It's just that the intensity of these thirty minutes was completely beyond Iros's imagination.
Perhaps it was because she hadn't been intimate for a long time. Themis was like a wild horse running wild, and like a huge tornado sweeping through the grassland in summer, constantly crushing Ilos' body, as if
He vowed to squeeze out the last bit of essence from his body.
Iros has a lot of experience with women, but Themis is different. Her fiery emotions bursting from the deepest part of her soul are simply irresistible!
It was like a surge of lava, instantly shattering all Iros's defenses.
Every moan and every twist she made blew the flames in Iros's body even more wildly.
thirty minutes.
There is no skill, no control, just the most primitive instinct and the desire to be burned out by the prairie fire.
When the instinctual flame went out, Iros even felt a little dizzy, while Themis was sweating profusely, as if all the bones in her body had been taken away, and she could only lie softly on the ground.
On Ross.
She reluctantly raised her head and looked at Irosig steadily, with a rare trace of thoughts that were too thick to dissolve in her clear water eyes.
Iros stroked her long pale golden hair, which was already wet with sweat and stuck to her skin, witnessing the madness that had just passed.
"What's the matter, Themis?"
Iros asked with a smile. He always felt that there were too many things hidden under the clear eyes of this fallen angel.
"It's nothing, I just want to see you." Themis said softly.
At the moment when he was holding Themis, Iros suddenly felt his whole body relax, and all the fatigue that had been suppressed for an unknown period of time surged up in his heart.
He yawned involuntarily and said rarely: "What do I have to see? Okay, let's take a nap."
Themis didn't answer.
Iros looked down and saw that the angel had put his head on his chest and had already fallen asleep. He couldn't help but smile.
At this time, fatigue came over him, and Iros fell into a deep sleep.