Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 183 Working hard to fill the hole and digging like crazy (5.1k)

Above the palace hall, King Pentheus looked down at the arrested young pagan in front of him and snorted disdainfully.

 “Apostle of Bacchus?”

 In the Dictionary and Theogony, Dionysus, Bacchus, Phanes...these are all incarnations and aliases of Dionysus.

 “We meet again, Your Majesty.”

Lorne smiled and nodded, and asked proactively with a warm expression.

 “I have come at your invitation. So, what are you going to do with me?”

 “Want to know?”

Looking at the fearless young pagan in front of him, Pentheus raised his eyebrows, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

“Come here, put a pair of heavy shackles on him, lock him in the cave near the stable, and then seal the entrance of the cave!”

 “I’m sorry…”

Lorne raised his eyes to look at his old cousin, with a hint of joking pity in his eyes.

Having been doing this for a long time, he is just a naughty kid who is so angry that he flips the table because he is not favored and appreciated.

When the divine blood guards on the field heard this, their faces remained calm, but in their hearts they all nodded in agreement.

  Sensing some slight changes in the gaze on him, Pentheus's face suddenly turned red and he became even more furious.

Immediately, the young apostle on the field paused, raised his head, looked at the young king meaningfully, and spoke slowly.

 “Don’t you have ears? Why don’t you arrest this bold heretic!”

 After all, these people are just executing orders, there is no need to embarrass them.

With such virtue, it is no wonder that neither your grandfather Cadmus nor your mother want to stand by your side.

 Suddenly, Pentheus was deeply stung by that gaze and roared furiously.

Seeing that this noble apostle actually did not forget to comfort them, the perpetrators, at this moment, the Divine Blood Guards who carried out the order were relieved and at the same time shed tears of gratitude in their hearts.

“So, it is not [heroes] who have established great deeds and saved the people; only those who have established great deeds and saved the people are worthy of being called [heroes]!”

Hearing the king's order, the Divine Blood Guards on the side looked embarrassed and some stopped moving forward.

Such a sentence is shocking.

 “Come here! Throw this liar into the cave, now! Now!”

"Bacchus? A spirit born in wine? What qualifications does a lowly creature of unknown origin have to be so arrogant in my land and share the glory with the gods of Olympus?"

Lorne shook his head, interrupted Pentheus' boasting, and spoke seriously.

Seeing that the man behind him was so talkative, the commander of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but be moved to the extreme, and he became even more grateful for his previous choice.

 However, in response to this murderous threat, Lorne sneered and shook his head.

"It's fine…"

If it weren't for the remnants of his ancestors, and Thebes had no suitable heir, how could this irascible and conceited descendant of the **** be qualified to ascend the throne and boss them around?

 That’s right! The reason why they are willing to follow the old king Cadmus is because of his bravery and great deeds.

Moreover, they also admired the apostle's willingness to step forward in order to prevent the believers from suffering.

Seeing with his own eyes that his previous serious enemy fell into his hands so easily, Pentheus couldn't help but feel completely relieved. Jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward to sneer at the prisoner in front of him.

Lorne smiled and nodded, not making it difficult for the commander, and followed him obediently.

 They were people who had seen that miracle with their own eyes, and it was inevitable that some awe for that **** would arise in their hearts.

They are well aware of the opponent's mysterious strength and elusive speed. If he wants to escape, no one at the scene can stop him.

"The reason why your grandfather Cadmus is remembered by this land and crowned king here is because he killed the poisonous dragon and built the high city of Thebes so that the people could live and work in peace and contentment from the invasion of monsters. You have not been respected and praised by the people because you have not established the same great cause and saved the same lives.”

“If you want to be respected by the people, instead of building great achievements and governing the country, you blame the gods for taking away your glory. Isn’t this a bit putting the cart before the horse? Your Majesty?”

As he spoke, Pentheus looked at the prisoners in front of him, puffed up his chest proudly, and declared victory.

 Thebes needs an object to be worshiped, and one is enough.

Under Pentheus' angry scolding, the Divine Blood Guards picked up their shackles and stepped forward hesitantly.

 In fact, the reason why the young king was so against Dionysianism was simply because of his pitiful vanity and his anger at not being taken seriously by the people.

Facing the king’s stern order, the Divine Blood Guards looked away as if they didn’t hear it.

 “You seem to have made a mistake.”

Lorne smiled to appease him and reached out his hand in cooperation, willing to let everyone put the shackles on him.

"Only I, a blood relative of the sea **** Poseidon, a descendant of the war **** Ares, and an upright descendant of the gods, am qualified to become a hero respected by all people in this land like my grandfather Cadmus, and to give all those foolish people Redemption and lead them to prosperity!"

Seeing that no one under his command was willing to take action, the commander of the Praetorian Guards could only face Pentheus's louder scolding. He stepped forward in person, pulled up the chains that were tightly tied to Lorne, and squeezed out a smile on his face. A smile uglier than crying.

There are no two days in the sky, and there are no two masters on the earth.

It’s really sad…

“Shut up! You and your gods are liars who only know how to deceive people! I will definitely uproot you from the land of Thebes!”

 But the matter has come to this, and he can do nothing under the king's order. He can only give a little dignity and convenience to the man behind him.

 Therefore, the commander of the Praetorian Guards did not walk quickly, and even deliberately loosened his chains.

However, this move angered Pentheus who followed him.

The impatient king couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed the chain and roughly pushed the pagan who had made him lose face into the cave next to the stable.

 “Build a wall! Quick, seal all the exits!”

Under the order of Pentheus, even though the Divine Blood Guards were dissatisfied, they could only seal the entrance of the cave because of their job and their families left in Thebes.

After finishing the work, Pentheus, who was worried, checked every wall to make sure that no corners were cut before he nodded with satisfaction.

Such a distrustful move made the God-Blooded Guards even more angry, and their evaluation and attitude towards the young king were about to reach a freezing point.

At this time, Pentheus, who was unaware, looked at the completely closed cage in front of him with satisfaction, a grin appeared on his face, and he reached out and picked up a burning torch.

 “Aren’t you very good at speaking? Let’s see how long you can keep shouting!”

Speaking of which, the irritable king was about to throw the torch into the cave.

The faces of the surrounding soldiers all changed. In the cave there was not only the apostle who was thrown in, but also a large amount of horse fodder stored.

 In the event of a fire, it would be a considerable loss to the kingdom.

 Penteus, is this guy crazy?

 Everyone wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

 A burning torch was thrown high from Pentheus's hand and flew into the only remaining vent above the cave.

 “Boom!”

At the same time, a roar that shook the earth and the mountains came from the cave.

Along with the diffuse smoke and dust, the surrounding brick walls were simultaneously collapsed, and the pagan apostle walked out unharmed, holding a torch.

 Under the light of the fire, the figure looked taller and more handsome than before.

 In the eyes of everyone who were either happy or shocked, Lorne stepped forward, put the burning torch back into Pentheus's hand, smiled slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"the second time…"

As a burning sensation hit his hands, Pentheus screamed, hurriedly threw away the burned out torch, and looked at the person in front of him with a hint of fear.

Everything seemed to be back to that frightening night in the palace.

　　"Arrest! Arrest this believer of a false god!"

Penttheus felt guilty and instinctively hid behind the Divine Blood Guards, shouting loudly.

"Your Majesty! I think you have misunderstood. Bacchus is the upright and true god!"

 Finally, a divine-blooded Imperial Guard who couldn't bear it anymore took the lead in speaking out to refute.

 Soon after, several more people echoed the words.

“Yes, we have heard his name in Thrace, in Athens, in Crete…”

"Yes, he is the spirit of wine, the embodiment of joy, and the most important attendant of Hestia, the kitchen god!"

“Even Olympus, where the gods are, has his place. There is no reason for Thebes to expel such a **** who brings peace and joy!”

Hearing this, Pentheus turned pale and blue with anger.

"Shut up! Shut up! Are you all deceived by this liar?"

Immediately, he glanced and saw the commander of the Imperial Guard walking towards him. His face suddenly lit up and he shouted loudly.

"Portis, you don't care about your people! Arrest that heretic who is demagogue!"

 However, the commander of the Imperial Guard was unmoved and spoke calmly.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't bear to obey you, because I think so too." "You!"

This sudden stab in the back made Pentheus tremble with anger.

 “Crazy! You are all crazy!”

"I don't know whether I'm crazy or not, but I saw with my own eyes the group of women who escaped from prison out of thin air. With the blessing of Dionysus, they turned water into milk and caused honey to flow from the branches to satisfy themselves. belly. And your mother and sisters are the leaders of this group of women."

The commander of the Imperial Guard paused and added seriously.

“Your Majesty, if you were there and saw the miracles with your own eyes, you would definitely kneel down and worship them.”

 In the commander's narration, Lorne could even feel a trace of the power of faith flowing from him to his own mental world.

 The spirit in wine, the embodiment of joy, the existence that brings joy to the world...

It seems that my efforts in image marketing and persistent small essays to build momentum have achieved great results.

 Look, this is the benefit of reputation, it is to conquer the enemy without fighting.

 Looking at the divine-blooded guards and the incompetent and furious Pentheus on the field who were almost half biased towards him, Lorne felt extremely comfortable.

 “Traitors! They are all traitors! You actually let those pagan lackeys go and even defend them!”

At this time, Pentheus was even more furious. He immediately grabbed the epaulette of the commander of the Praetorian Guards and shouted an order.

“Call all the infantry and cavalry, prepare weapons and armor and go out of the city, blockade Mount Kithelon, and arrest all heretics immediately! Anyone who disobeys will be killed!”

 “Don’t bother…”

While Pentheus was giving orders angrily, Lorne came to the young king, smiled and spoke.

"I can take you to see the Dionysian believers, and ask them to give up their resistance under your majesty and be punished."

"good!"

Seeing that the divine blood guards around him were somewhat unable to command, Pentheus, who was angry and annoyed, agreed immediately after hearing this.

 If I can’t deal with you, why can’t I deal with them?

 The young king sneered secretly, with a hint of longing in his heart.

As long as you rely on your personal ability to catch all these sinners back to prison and expose the false gods, you will have created a meritorious feat worthy of praise.

 At that time, let’s see who else dares to dissatisfy his succession!

Seeing Pentheus not thinking about it, Lorne sighed and changed the subject.

“However, if you are going, I suggest you put on this dress before setting off.”

 “Women’s clothing?”

When Pentheus saw the little pink dress handed over by the pagan apostle, his face darkened and he felt humiliated.

 Lorne nodded, put on a helpless expression, and explained sincerely.

"They have just been a little stimulated and drank some wine, so they may not be mentally stable. If a man approaches and has not yet entered the church, those poor people, mostly women and children, will inevitably be afraid."

 “That’s nonsense!”

King Pentheus knocked the little skirt out of Lorne's hand, angrily pulled out the bronze sword he was carrying, and pressed it against the opponent's waist, threatening him coldly.

 “Hurry up and leave!”

 “Okay, okay, I’ll show you the way.”

 Lorne raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and honestly mounted his horse with Pentheus to lead the way.

The galloping war horses rushed out of the palace and headed out of Thebes.

 But amid the turbulence, Pentheus’ eyes blurred for some unknown reason, as if he felt that the world had changed strangely.

There were two suns hanging in the sky, a city of Thebes twice as big, with each gate twice as high as the original one, but the man sitting in front of him looked like a bull with a head on his head. There is a pair of huge horns, and the place where they pass is covered with delicate grapes. The rich aroma of wine pours into the nose, bringing a bit of intoxication.

 “Stop playing tricks!”

Penttheus had a sullen face, pressed his head against the tip of the sharp sword, and threatened him coldly.

 “Even if you run away, they can’t run away!”

Lorne glanced at the barren mountain outside the city gate and muttered helplessly in his heart.

 You saw it too.

I am working hard to fill the hole here, but I can't stop someone from shoveling the soil frantically.

so…

Lorne swung his long whip and slapped it **** the horse's belly. He threw away the divine blood guards behind him and led the cousin behind him toward Kitalon Mountain.

 At this moment, the pair of backward eyes had lost the slightest warmth, and the lips and teeth were moving silently.

"the third time…"

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Soon, they came to a deep mountain valley surrounded by pine trees.

 “The apostle is back!”

 “Thank God, sir, he’s fine!”

 “Blessed by Dionysus, thank you for your kindness…”

Believers who heard the noise gathered together, sang hymns to their god, and at the same time gave fresh grapes and fruits and vegetables to the saint who warded off disasters for them to quench their thirst.

 “What is the sound? Where are the people? Where are they?!”

Penttheus looked at the "pine trees" in front of him, angrily raised his sword and asked.

Under the influence of [Madness], he had lost his sight and turned a blind eye to the women and old people who gathered feverishly.

 “Don’t worry…”

Lorne spoke softly, with a trace of hospice kindness in his eyes, and stretched out his hand forward to press softly.

Suddenly, a huge pine tree drooped its crown like a plucked willow branch.

But Pentheus saw a wide avenue and the trembling sinners hugging each other in the valley at the end.

"found it!"

 Penttheus was in ecstasy with excitement. He immediately jumped off the horse and jumped onto the "road", and the tree crown also rebounded into the air.

With a shaking under his feet and a strange hanging feeling in his body, the young king was suddenly awakened to some consciousness, and immediately found that he was about to be thrown out by the branch.

In panic, he instinctively threw away the sharp sword in his hand, hugged the tree trunk tightly, and finally stabilized his body.

However, at this moment, a deep voice sounded in the valley.

“Behold, this is the beast that will kill you. I have brought it.”

Not a leaf trembled in the forest, not a sound was heard from any living thing. The believers of Dionysus raised their heads. They heard the call of the apostle and immediately started running quickly. It was like a sending from God.

Under the overflowing drunkenness, they passed through the rapid river and dense jungle during the carnival, gathered together under the huge pine tree, and saw the harmful beast sitting on the top of the tree.

 —A lion in rich robes and with a golden crown on his head.

 —Blinded by power, driven by violence.

The believers couldn't help but think of the torture they suffered in the past, as well as some compatriots who died due to violent arrests, and they couldn't help but feel angry and angry.

 “Kill him! Kill him!”

　　People first threw stones, broken branches and magic rods. But none of these things could be thrown to the crown of the tree where the king was.

Immediately, they felt the alcohol in their bodies and seemed to have gained infinite strength. They dug into the soil around the pine tree with hard oak sticks and dug out the roots.

The big tree fell down with a roar, and Pentheus fell to the ground together with the tree body.

 The crowd swarmed forward, their eyes glowing red with hatred.

 “Damn it, what are you going to do, I’m your king!”

 Pentheus, who was covered in dirt, shouted violently and tried to awaken the fear of these untouchables.

However, in the eyes of believers, it was just a severely wounded lion roaring incompetently.

Outside the field, Pentheus’s mother Agao, who had received grace and had been supported as a priest, waved her staff and gave orders feverishly.

 “Quickly, kill this evil beast! Don’t let him escape!”

For a time, the peasant woman grabbed the stone, the old man held the wooden stick, and the young man held the soil, and jointly punished the ferocious wild lion.

 Some nobles with divine blood grabbed the lion's shoulders and violently pulled off his limbs.

Soon, the crazy women and old people retaliated in all kinds of ways, each tearing a piece of flesh from his body.

In the end, there was only one head left on the **** mound, staring with endless fear in its eyes.

At this time, dozens of intensive hoofbeats echoed from outside the dense forest, and the reflection of the armor brought a deep chill.

 The Divine Blood Guards of Thebes are here!

 (End of this chapter)