818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

At this time, the smiling Chunshen is no longer gentle and bright, and no longer youthful and lively. Instead, he smiles like the master of the soul, and is also domineering.

He shines on his believers like a light, seeking grace for their lives, but he is also like a shadow, covering everyone's lives. When they no longer believe in him, the scythe of death has been harvested, and the oil of hell The pot awaits the soul of the unfaithful.

Thanadus had never seen such a Proser, and he couldn't help wondering whether Hypnos and His Majesty Hades knew about this God of Spring.

Thanadus: "...Prosser, you are so scary."

Prosser looked over and found that there was still a frightened look on the brows of the God of Death, so he chuckled, "Dana, why do you look like a God of Death like this?"

Thanadus frowned in displeasure. The topic just now was quickly changed. He pursed his lips, "Look, I don't look like a god of death!" After speaking, he raised his chest and squeezed his waist.

Prosser started to size up cooperatively.

To be honest, when the soul of the dying person is reflected in the silver pupils of the god of death, there is indeed a kind of cold indifference. Even now, the warm orange-yellow light falling on his silver hair only looks cold.

His deep angular face is even more intimidating because of the expressionless face he has worked all year round.

It should not be an excuse to hear that the god of death in the working state frightened the soul limply, because Thanadus is indeed a god who was born to be in charge of death.

After Prosser admired the god of death with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, it was surprising that this god had a pair of upturned buttocks.

This made him wonder, unlike the lazy Hypnos, his younger brother Thanadus actually loves sports?

"Cough," Prosser coughed lightly, admiring Thanadus, "the body is well maintained."

Thanadus fell, "You can see this!"

"Haha."

After laughing and laughing, it's time for the game in the city of Athens to come to an end.

Under the gaze of the Lord of Light to come, the priests in the temple of Athena fought back.

They tied up Mamun and slandered him as a priest of an evil god, declaring not the words of a god, but an evil curse.

Some people were rational, and some were crazy. They obeyed the priest's words and tied Mammon to the wood of the cross. They spread their hands and legs, and lit a flame underneath, trying to burn him to death.

But at this moment, Mamun was calm like the Holy Spirit in the Bible, his eyes swept across the frenzied faces, and he prayed to God from the bottom of his heart.

"My Lord, please forgive their sins."

"Burn him! Burn him! Priest of this evil god!"

"Athens does not need believers of evil gods. This person whose soul has been defiled by evil must be judged!"

"Burning the flames, there is no need for mercy, we will let him be purified in the flames!"

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Such prayers became insignificant amidst countless fanatical cursing.

Prosser: "What a tiny voice, Thanadus."

The god of death looked in the direction he was looking, and naturally saw the scene.

Even he, who harvests and dies all the year round, is not willing to face such a fanatical scene of sending people to death.

Thanadus frowned and said, "A person's voice is always very small."

Even though he doesn't look like a god many times, he is still a god who has lived for thousands of years and stands high in the eyes of humans.

His attitude towards human beings also has contempt to a certain extent.

But today, he looked at this scene, but he was a little impatient.

Prosser: "Yes, it is such a small voice, but I will act for it later."

Thanadus turned his head in astonishment, "What?"

Regardless of the doubts of the God of Death, Prosser's face in the silver-gray pupils was extremely calm, and he said, "Let's read on."

The priest of Athena stood on a high place, pointing at Mammon, and slandering him with every evil thing imaginable.

"He is a believer of the evil god. He doesn't believe in our great goddess Athena. He is stupid, ignorant, selfish, and the most hateful thing is that he wants to bring our city into the seat of the evil god! To be the lackey of the evil god, I Goddess Athena! What a dreadful thing!"

"Burn him, burn him!"

With the priest's generous speech, the flames in the hearts of the people below were aroused more and more, and emotions such as greed, selfishness, and anger were amplified. Among the crowd, they shared the same hatred, as if the bound Mammon was so hateful guy.

The priest of Athena stretched out his hand and shouted loudly again: "He wants to frame us and leave the embrace of the goddess. He wants to hand over our souls to the rule of evil gods. He has fallen, and he should be purified!"

"Purification! Purification! Purification!"

The voice was getting louder and louder, like the voice of everyone, they shouted excitedly, their emotions were raised to the extreme.

At this time, the priest complied with the will of the people and threw the burning torch into the pyre soaked in olive oil. In an instant, the flame ignited blazingly.

Thanatos took a step forward and called out, "Hey, Prosser, is that all you're going to watch him burn to death?"

Prosser didn't say a word, just watched like this, he felt that Athena had already reached the sky above the city, just waiting for him to appear with cold eyes.

"Heh." Do you think I will do what you want?athena.

Prosser watched calmly, even Mamon's groans in the flames, and the scars on his muscles were all in his eyes.

Thanadus blinked and looked at Chunshen who suddenly laughed, "Prosser?" He didn't understand what was so funny, so he reminded Chunshen that it would be too late if he didn't save him.

But Prosser didn't make a move until the flames were extinguished. He lowered his head, his slender eyelashes blocked the look in his eyes, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

When the evening passed, the stars in the dark night began to blink, and all the onlookers had already left.

Thanadus also gave up urging Prosser to take action. He was squatting on the edge of the cliff and pulling weeds, waiting boredly for the person who has been silent until now.

"I said, Prosser..." He elongated his voice forcefully, calling Chunshen's name, "Say something? What exactly are you going to do?"

Prosser glanced at him, "When it's almost morning."

"What do you mean?" Thanadus looked up at him, and then Prosser ignored him again.

Thanadus slandered that wise people always do things mysteriously, but it was not until the morning star was hanging high in the sky that Proser finally went to Athens in person.

Death followed him, watching the road under his feet covered with flowers and plants, and watching him separate the night from the day at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Where he walked, it was as if the day had come early, and where he left, the night rolled up his skirt again.

Thanadus didn't know what Prosser was about to do, but he instinctively sensed the tense atmosphere.

Prosser walked slowly through the dividing line of dawn in this way, and it will be daytime soon, but he walked into the city of Athens, and then dawn was ushered in here early.

The people whose eyelids were swept by the morning light inexplicably pushed open the door and came out. They looked blankly at the sky that suddenly turned white.

At this time, the sun has not yet risen, why is it already daytime in the whole of Athens?

Just when they were wondering, a traveler in a white cloak came from the end of the road.

His figure drew nearer, so that the inhabitants of the city of Athens could see the golden thread on the traveler's cloak, and also half of his face in the shadow of the hood.

That is really an exquisite appearance. Even if they didn't get a glimpse of it all, they instinctively felt that this person's face must be very beautiful.

The traveler ignored them and walked all the way forward, but the people who saw him passing subconsciously followed him. Some of them were still wearing pajamas, but they just walked together with other well-dressed people.

Travelers walked almost half of the city. When they stood blankly in front of the ashes of the evil god believers who were judged yesterday, they seemed to finally regain their senses and began to whisper to the people beside them.

"what happened?"

"How did I appear here?"

"Isn't this the place where that fallen soul was burned yesterday?"

"Has the purified soul not been purified, and is still bewitching us?"

Such exclamations and questions kept coming into his ears. Proser walked forward, and the priest of Athena from yesterday was also among the people who followed him. Seeing Prosser's movements, he couldn't help but issue a warning.

"Don't touch it, it's unclean ashes that will pollute you!"

"Pollution?"

Although the volume was not loud, such a gentle and majestic voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Prosser pointed to the pile of ashes, "Is this the soul of the filthy person you said?"

Athena's priest somehow became timid under such questioning. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes, this is a just judgment that has experienced the attention of the gods."

"You say it's fair?"

The figure in front of him questioned again, and the priest of Athena suppressed the fear in his heart and said seriously: "Yes!"

Prosser's icy laughter sounded, he pointed to the pile of ashes and said: "Look, this is the fallen soul you are talking about. I will resurrect him and let you know that he is a noble person trusted by God."

"what!"

Amidst the unbelievable screams of the priest of Athena, the ashes fused with the burnt ashes began to gather into a human shape.

More and more people in Athens covered their mouths for such a scene, staring at this scene, but the shout that erupted in their hearts was controlled by a force.

The scene was absolutely quiet, but Prosser was exercising the power of Hades.

The priesthood of consolation and requiem in the Godhead of Hades, conscientiously controlled the scene.

Seeing that the time was just right, Prosser said loudly, "Resurrect! Mamun, my loyal believer!"

The divine power is guided into the power of life and death, the soul is also infused with such divine power, the body is formed, and the soul is then guided to attach to it.

Mamun, who was still feeling the pain of being burned to death before, opened his eyes and saw the wonderful sight of stars appearing in the daytime.

"I...I am..." He looked around blankly, his faces were full of horror.

Prosser knew that what he did had shattered their beliefs, but he still couldn't get enough of it and threw the Lady Justice's bundle, which stood high in the sky as an artifact representing absolute justice and power.

"Judgment, who is it among us that rewrites justice!"

A golden stick in the shape of an ax flew into the air, and in the voice of Prosser, the end representing punishment was aimed at the priest of Athena.

Being accused of being unfair, he couldn't help but take a few steps back. Athena's priest yelled to retort: ​​"I am not wrong, I interpret the justice of the goddess, and I have never wavered!" But his shaking legs have been exposed to everyone's eyes. fundus.

At this moment, Prosser pulled down the hood that blocked his face, revealing a nearly perfect face.

Many people in the audience stopped breathing by this stunning beauty, and regained their senses in his beautiful voice.

Prosser said sharply: "I am the evil god in your mouth! You have slandered my believers as fallen souls!"

With this scolding, the priest of Athena backed up on the high platform again, his current footsteps were only about to fly into the air, falling into the dust like his soul.

Prosser narrowed his eyes and treated him harshly, "You burned my faithful believers to death, but the club of the Lady Justice proved you wrong! You disregarded a human life, you can swear to Athena, what you did Is everything correct?"

The priest was sweating coldly. Under Prosser's aggressive questioning, his face was pale, and he seemed to fall into the abyss of spirit immediately.

Prosser stood up straight, raised his chin, and pointed to the sky. This time, he aimed at the people in the audience.

"Look at the sky, look at the sky, I can reverse the day and night, and I can make the stars appear in the day, I am not the sun god, but I represent the light, under my instructions, your house can grow Bring out the manna, also under my instruction, and all your gains will rot and become empty."

"Those who believe in me will be forgiven, and those who don't believe in me..."

He moved forward step by step, his blue eyes filled with too much horror, but he didn't leave a trace.

"Those who don't believe in me will be burned to death by the original sin in their hearts just like him!"

He pointed at the priest with a trembling hand, and the people in the audience had unknowingly followed Prosser's rhythm and looked in the direction of his finger.

The priest who received the attention of so many people at once was not as proud as before, and the screams of his being burned by the flames resounded through the sky and the earth.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

On this day, the priests of the city of Athens, who used to represent authority, were burned to ashes on the stake of the fallen souls, like those he had judged guilty of.

His cry reverberated in people's hearts for a long time, and the god who brought his guilt judgment also became a symbol of justice in the city of Athens, and a statue of a god representing faith was erected.