Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 208 Brother Qian in the Underworld (Completed in 8k per day)

Sisyphus couldn't help but become anxious when he saw the three vicious dog heads surrounded by flames getting closer and closer to him.

 “Have you brought honey cake? Throw it to it quickly!”

The ancient Greeks had the custom of placing a piece of honey cake in the coffin of the deceased. The purpose was to please Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell. They hoped that by feeding the vicious dog with honey cakes, the souls of the deceased would not be harmed by Cerberus.

As it happens, as the subordinate **** of Hestia, the Kitchen God, Lorne's magic circle is full of food that is easy to store.

As Sisyphus was forced to the edge of the River Styx, Lorne decisively drew a line of Hermes with his fingers, took out a piece of honey cake and threw it into the air.

 “Woof!”

Suddenly, the three-headed dog of hell, which was originally eyeing Sisyphus, immediately abandoned the two-legged beast in front of it, sniffed the sweet smell emanating from it, jumped up with a low cry, and swallowed the fallen honey cake into its mouth.

Even, due to the uneven distribution, the three heads bit each other and fought against each other.

 Did you really eat it?

 Seeing the reaction of the ferocious three-headed **** dog, Lorne narrowed his eyes and immediately threw out a few more honey cakes.

The three dog heads who were fighting among themselves immediately stopped arguing, and excitedly spread out their four legs to show off, accurately appearing at the landing point of each piece of honey cake. The three ferocious dog heads opened their mouths wide, constantly welcoming the delicious food falling from the sky.

The honey cake this time is not only extremely delicious, but also has a rich grape aroma.

 Left and right, left and right, up and down, left and right…

Lorne threw the honey cake in his hand at a tricky angle, consuming Cerberus's physical strength, while quietly observing the vicious dog's movements and reactions.

As the three-headed **** dog began to stagger, its eyes blurred, a certain feeder with evil intentions grinned maliciously, reached out and threw the last piece of honey cake into the distance.

 “Let’s go!”

 “Woof!”

Cerberus had no doubt that he had it. He jumped up out of habit, rushed towards the honey cake in mid-air, and successfully caught it in his mouth.

However, the next moment, the three-headed **** dog that was stuck in the air drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the churning River Styx with a "plop".

The dark and gloomy waters of the Styx rolled violently, and the changing deathly air outlined twisted and wailing human faces. Following the fresh smell, they swarmed crazily towards Cerberus who fell into the water.

The three-headed **** dog could only stop its paddling limbs and let out low whines, trying to throw off the surrounding ghosts.

 But in a hurry, he was dragged into the bottom of the water by a large number of undead, rising and falling with the waves.

 How could it be so simple to send Cerberus away?

 This silly dog ​​is really stupid!

Sisyphus on the bank of the River Styx looked at the string of bubbles rising in the River Styx and couldn't help but gloat and mock.

 “Crash!”

However, before he could be happy for a moment, a clear sound of water came from behind him.

 Soon, a huge creature stood upright behind him, casting a ferocious shadow forward.

Sisyphus caught a glimpse of the familiar outlines of the three heads, his body froze, and then he ran away.

 “Boom!”

However, Sisyphus jumped with a dull roar and was crushed by the three-headed **** dog before he even took a step forward.

 “I was forced! Those two are the main culprits!”

At the critical moment, Sisyphus hurriedly closed his eyes and shied away the blame.

But the expected barking and pain did not come as promised, instead, waves of dull purring sounded in his ears.

snore?

Sisyphus carefully opened his eyes a little and looked at the three-headed **** dog that was sleeping soundly on him, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Fell asleep?"

 “To be precise, I was drunk.”

 Lorne stepped out of the surging death fog and answered with a smile.

 “The honey cake I threw out before was soaked in wine.”

To be honest, using honey cakes with added ingredients to trick this silly dog ​​is not his original idea.

 In "The Aeneid", the prophetess Sibylla induces Cerberus to eat bread containing sleepweed;

 In "The Golden Ass", Psyche, the lover of the little **** Eros, also used cakes containing sleeping pills to make Cerberus fall asleep;

In another legend, the fairy Psyche also used a piece of bread to distract Cerberus...

 In short, this three-headed **** dog has been put down many times for eating randomly.

Hearing this, Sisyphus suddenly understood.

No wonder this three-headed **** dog dived into the River Styx without even looking at it in order to eat the piece of honey cake.

At this time, Lorne came to the river bank and looked at the famous three-headed **** dog with interest.

It seems that because it was soaked by the water of the Styx, the **** fire that originally surrounded it has been extinguished, and the eerie image has disappeared. Instead, it is a drowned domestic dog, as if it is no different from an ordinary pet dog.

The only difference is that it has been enlarged several times, plus it has three heads.

Moreover, those three black and white heads, full of naive temperament, seemed strangely familiar to Lorne, as if he had seen them before somewhere.

 After thinking for a moment, he slapped his forehead and suddenly realized. Alaska and Huskies! These three heads are very similar to those two kinds of dogs, and their whole bodies are full of wisdom.

 It’s no wonder that the three-headed hellhound was teased by various gods in Greece and became a comedian in various scripts and legends. It was all caused by genes.

 And Hades relies on this type of gadget to guard the door, so it’s no wonder that it has been copied by heroes of the past.

Lorne shook his head, kicked away the sleeping three-headed **** dog on the ground, and picked up Sisyphus who was pinned underneath, smiling brightly.

“Oh, by the way, what did you just say?”

Sisyphus stiffened, looked at the hand that was clamped on his wrist like an iron pincer, and spoke with dignity.

"I am the main culprit, and you two were forced. If something happens, you go first, and I will take the back seat!"

 “Well, we are indeed friends!”

Lorne nodded with satisfaction and then looked behind him.

 “Have you written it all down?”

 “Exactly word for word.”

　　Thetis raised the conch shell that shone slightly in her hand and stepped forward to ask "intimately".

 “Is there anything else you want to say, friend?”

 “No, no more…”

Sisyphus looked sad and shook his head repeatedly. He suddenly understood that he was being manipulated by the collusive man and woman in front of him again.

At this moment, after successfully beating up the dishonest habitual fraudster, Lorne simply spoke to remind him.

 “If there’s no problem, just continue leading the way.”

Sisyphus nodded gloomily, then took out three gold coins from his body and threw them into the River Styx.

Soon, ripples appeared on the water, and an ancient boat came from the thick death fog.

 The ferryman on the boat is wearing a black robe, has a stooped figure, and is holding a long pole. He looks gloomy and insignificant.

Charon, the boatman on the River Styx, is a professional boatman who transports souls between the worlds of life and death.

And if you want to take his boat, you need to bribe him with money.

Hence, it became a Greek funeral custom to put two coins over the eyes of the deceased.

At this moment, as the ferry approached, the surrounding Styx water boiled, and the twisted undead scrambled to climb towards the boat.

Charon was accustomed to stirring the long pole in his hand, and the ripples caused by the water of the Styx quickly crushed and defeated these unwilling ghosts.

However, the undead still refused to give up, and the ferry seemed to be shaking more violently as it got closer to the shore.

Soon, Charon found the source of the change, frowned and looked at the two figures on the shore, and muttered hoarsely.

 “A living person?”

 “Stop talking nonsense, just say whether you can carry it or not!”

Sisyphus stood up in front of Lorne and Thetis, and took the initiative to take over the negotiation work.

Charon was silent for a moment and raised his head seriously to look at the two living people in front of him.

In the delicate atmosphere, Lorne made a gesture to Thetis, and the two of them touched their hands behind their backs in unison.

　　…“…need to pay more!”

That sonorous and powerful reply almost missed Lorne's waist.

However, Sisyphus stretched out a finger as usual.

 “A great sacrifice…”

 “Two games! And thirty gold Zeus!”

As he spoke, Charon stretched out his skinny palm to pick up the three gold coins from the waves of the River Styx, put them in front of his nose and inhaled greedily.

 A stream of pale golden light poured into his body, making the flesh and blood of this wretched old man seem a little plumper.

The power of faith?

Seeing this situation, Lorne suddenly understood.

Although Thanatos, the **** of death, Hypnos, the **** of sleep, and Charon, the boatman of the Styx, are all powerful creatures of Nyx, the goddess of the night, they are brothers in a sense.

 But the God of Sleep and the God of Death are okay, they have more or less clear and powerful divine authority.

The life of Charon, the God of Styx Crossing, was relatively miserable. He had no clear believers and offerings, so he could only rely on rowing boats and picking leftovers of the power of faith from the mouths of the passing undead to maintain his current half-dead appearance.

 The source of the power of these beliefs is often the coins covering the eyes of the deceased.

 So, Charon developed a habit of asking for money.

According to legend, as long as he gives enough money, he will pretend that he has not seen a living person who has entered the underworld and continue to ferry him across the river.

 (End of this chapter)