Chapter 170 Knowledge Is Power, Books Increase Critical Hits

Mount Helicon, an ancient temple stands on the top of the mountain, quietly suspended, like a pure magic cube storing memory in the hands of a giant.

Here we are, the Temple of Memory!

On the gravel path connected to it at the foot of the mountain, Lorne and a team of ten people of the Nine Muses looked up at the wonders at the end of the road and nodded to each other.

Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, language, and writing in the Greek world.

She is the daughter of Uranus and Gaia, one of the twelve Titans, and once gave birth to nine Muses with Zeus. She is also honored as the "Mother of Muses".

Mount Helicon is the holy place of this goddess of memory.

Because they took the initiative to break up with their main god Apollo, the Muses thought about it and decided to come to the temple of their mother Mnemosyne to pray for help and support.

But in their memory, this mother's character is extremely indifferent. She rarely asks about the disputes between the gods, and even often ignores their daughters.

In addition, the Styx Oath restricted the Titans, so the nine Muses did not know how their mother goddess would react.

Fortunately, they were not alone, nor were they helpless.

The goddesses looked at Lord Dionysus, who had always accompanied them along the way and given them encouragement and support, and they felt relieved.

Then, everyone calmed down, stepped over the last step, and officially opened the door of the Temple of Memory.

When their hands touched the door, the surrounding space rippled like water waves, bringing a strange sense of disharmony, as if the five senses and memories of the body were quietly stripped away and re-stuffed into a lighter and more sensitive body.

When Loen came to his senses, he was already in the temple, and the internal structure came into view.

Looking around, the geometric composition, clean colors, and pure space created a quiet and solemn atmosphere, and the beauty was so pure.

The surrounding space kept changing like a twisted Rubik's Cube, but with every step, the surrounding area stabilized.

In different areas, neatly arranged bookshelves were uniformly arranged, and all kinds of books were as numerous as the sea of ​​smoke and as bright as the stars.

Loen instantly had the illusion of being in a world-class library, and felt at home.

"Mother Goddess, we are here to see you!"

As soon as the Muse Erato, who was in charge of love poems, landed, she showed her lively personality. She held Loen beside her with one hand, and rolled her other hand into a half trumpet shape in front of her lips, shouting.

Before the other muses could stop her, the cheerful voice instantly echoed in the quiet temple of memory.

And the next moment, tens of thousands of bookshelves around seemed to be awakened, and noisy vibrations came one after another.

Several books fell from the bookshelves and floated in the air. The pages of the books flipped, and the flashing light patterns and jumping characters were looming in them.

In an instant, the muses changed their faces, as if they were awakened to some bad memories.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Loen vaguely remembered a universal rule in the library in his previous life.

——No loud noises are allowed in the library.

"Run!"

At the same time, realizing that something was wrong, Erato pulled up Loen beside him with one hand, held his head with the other hand, and rushed into the temple.

Almost at the moment when the love poem muse responded, the bookshelves around him trembled.

Immediately afterwards, books on astronomy, geography, poetry, gossip, magic, etc. fell from the bookshelves, gradually filling the passage in front and the dome above the crowd, like soldiers gathering after hearing the order, attacking the invaders who disturbed the peace of the temple.

"Pah pah pah!"

"Ouch~~"

Accompanied by the heavy history books and several thick volumes of geographical atlases, they hit the heads of several muses behind him, causing a series of wails. Loen immediately understood how standard and quick the stress response and evasive actions of the love poem goddess beside him were.

Obviously, "love" that dares to break through the constraints of rules has suffered a lot from the beatings of "reality".

Without thinking too much, he quickly imitated Erato, retracted his neck, protected his head with one hand, and rushed into the temple.

The Muses who lagged behind were hit by the "knowledge" and fled with their heads in their arms, glaring at their sister who ran the fastest after causing trouble, and cursing in their hearts.

Fortunately, the corridor of hundreds of meters was not far away.

It only took a few seconds for Erato to pull Lorne to the corner at the end.

The cheerful girl god leaned against the white arch, patted her chest, and was glad that she was not hit.

"Huh, it's safe, we..."

"Lie down!"

However, at the moment when she was about to step out of the corner, the left arm suddenly pressed her down with a low roar.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a blue-gray giant claw landed on her original position, smashing a terrifying deep pit in the white marble wall.

As the dust fell, the love poem muse Erato subconsciously looked up and saw two ferocious heads with horns, yellow-brown snake-like pupils, and hard scales all over their bodies.

——Ares' poisonous dragon!

Erato was shocked and his face turned pale.

"Roar!"

At this time, a violent roar came, and the two ferocious heads opened their huge mouths full of sharp teeth. The poisonous fire with the smell of sulfur was already brewing in the monster's throat.

However, before the poisonous dragon launched an attack, a swinging fist wrapped in golden divinity swept their jaws at lightning speed, piercing two hideous heads in a row.

Strange, are dragon species so fragile? This feeling is not right?

When Luo En was puzzled, he looked up and found that the poisonous dragon whose head was smashed by him turned into words and dissipated.

And then, the neatly arranged bookshelves in the passage ahead trembled, and light patterns peeled off the books, and one legendary monster after another turned from virtual to real.

Chimera, the king of three-headed monsters, Cerberus, the hellhound, Sphinx, the lion-headed beast...

Luo En swept these hideous monsters at a glance, and his eyes finally fell on the classification of [Mythology and Epic] between the bookshelves, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

If he guessed correctly, these gods and monsters should be phantoms materialized by the power of memory, responsible for guarding the temple and blocking foreign intruders.

Lorne glanced at the Muses in the passage behind who were beaten by books and had lumps all over their heads, and then looked at the Titans who were blocking the way, all of whom had god-level memory, and shook his head and sighed.

The teacher was not lying to me - knowledge is power!

At this time, the remaining Muses also broke free from the beating of the books and joined Lorne and Erato who had gone ahead.

They looked at the upgraded guards behind the corner and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Strange, how could these lethal memories be activated?

Soon, they thought of a possibility and their faces were gloomy.

Could it be that the Mother Goddess didn't want to see us?

Noticing the depressed mood that the Muses showed at the same time, Lorne coughed dryly and reminded faintly.

"Uh, is it possible that it is the reason for the change in your breath and divinity?"

"..."

The Muses slapped their foreheads and suddenly realized.

差点忘了，她们刚把主神阿波罗给炒了，神性和神格出现了变动，这明显会造成记忆神殿的防御术式，对她们的认知错误。

意识到可能是虚惊一场，缪斯们的心情逐渐好转。

但随即，新的问题又摆在她们面前。

正式的路走不通，那接下来该怎么办？

简单思考片刻，缪斯们的目光不由齐刷刷地看向姐妹中的某个。

顿时，一旁的厄剌托如芒刺背，下意识地朝着角落里缩。

然而，刚被书本暴揍过一顿的缪斯们毫不客气地将这位姐妹拽了出来，顶在前方，甚至还十分贴心地为了增设了扩音符文，等待她的全力输出。

没办法，谁让负责独唱和爱情诗的她，是嗓门最大的那个。

片刻后，一声夹杂着丝丝颤音的高亢悲鸣，在洁白的回廊上爆发，响彻整个记忆神殿。

"Mother Goddess, please open the door!"

After a strange silence, the entire Memory Temple was shaking violently like an old man with Parkinson's disease.

The shaking books fell from the bookshelf and rushed towards these intruders who had no sense of public morality.

At the critical moment, the surrounding space was twisted and transformed like a Rubik's Cube. Before Loen and his group of ten people could react, they felt a flash in front of their eyes and were pulled into an empty and quiet study.

Behind the table with crystal balls, hourglasses, astrolabes and other furnishings, a goddess who was flipping through the books on the table and thinking with her chin in her hand slowly raised her head.