To be king [Greek mythology]

If they intervene, maybe the dark period of mankind will be shortened for a long time.

Maybe the other gods don't understand it, but the creator gods clearly know that there are many universes beyond this universe. The civilizations and power structures of those universes have their own advantages and disadvantages, but undoubtedly they all continue to move forward in the end. go.

When the development of those universes reaches a certain level, it becomes the most beneficial choice to explore the world outside the universe and expand one's own civilization.

So what will happen in the end? Needless to say, the result can be easily imagined.

Creation, the gods of the world do not hope that the world they created will eventually become a colony of other civilizations. Although later humans will gradually forget the gods, no longer believe in the gods, or even refute the existence of the gods, but for the god of creation In other words, it doesn't matter, the future they can glimpse is far more than the human generation.

They hope that human beings can end the dark exploration stage as soon as possible, regain their strength as quickly as possible, and get rid of the influence of gods on them.

The dark period that would have gone through thousands of years may now be shortened to dozens or even a few years with Thurps' intervention. Of course, the creator gods are quite happy to help him.

Thurps took a deep breath, the feeling of being valued by the God of Creation was not as comfortable as imagined, but rather stressful.

The Spartan warriors who were full of enthusiasm and wanted to fight a battle arrived at Megara, but they still had to stay outside the city aggrieved. This made the warriors of the large army full of resentment towards the vanguard.

The current battlefield is different from before. There are rewards for military exploits. Although the warriors don't care about those rewards, they enjoy the glory when they get the rewards and the admiring eyes of others on them—especially girls.

The result is that when it comes to cleaning up the mess and mopping up of Megara, the warriors of the backbone are full of enthusiasm for it.

Ares arrived in Megara, which was almost completely new after two days. He looked at the city-state that had been stained with a Spartan atmosphere in just a few days. satisfy.

"You're here." Thurps glanced at Ares in the dim light of the room.

"It's so dark." Ares mumbled, and sat down on a chair beside him, "Who did Apollo hang out with again?"

"It's daytime now, and the torches are already lit." Thurpus felt a little helpless at Ares's slowness, "It's been a bit unusual recently, you'd better go back to Olympus to see."

"Athena is so arrogant now, I won't go back." Ares frowned, looking very unhappy.

"I want to give the temple of Megara to Thanadus, he helped me a lot." Thurpus said, looking at Ares.

"Whatever." Ares is very free and easy, he doesn't care about this kind of small city-state at all, but imagines with joy, "When Athens is taken down—"

"For the sake of Athens, you should go back and look at Athena." Thurps interrupted Ares, "And if you go with the army, when Sparta wins, it will be ridiculed for its incompetence. Why don't you go?" Staring at Athena also proves that he did not intervene in this war."

"It makes sense." Ares nodded, and glanced at Thurps again, "You seem to want me to go back to Olympus. Did you foresee something?"

Thurps nodded and said vaguely, "It's a bad scene."

Ares also knew that the prophet's words were always half-concealed. He looked at Thurpus's serious face, thought about it, and finally chose to trust his king.

"I'm going to meet the warriors first." Ares stood up before entering the room without his butt getting hot, feeling that he was simply working hard.

Surps looked at the back of Ares pushing the door and leaving, feeling very guilty.

Ask yourself, Ares has been quite nice to him, but he has lied to Ares by concealing it-he knows that after returning to Olympus, the chance of Ares coming back is so small that it is negligible.

The current situation in Olympus is enough for Ares to completely forget about mortal affairs. For these emerging gods, nothing is more important than their own existence and safety, even if all Ares is poured into Sparta with all his heart and soul.

And when Ares was overwhelmed, he even had to stab Ares in the back.

Megara belongs to Death, and Athens does not belong to Ares either.

The God of War will probably go crazy after knowing.

But by that time, Athena may be quite weak. Although Ares has been fighting her for so many years, he wished to strangle Athena every minute, but the weakness of the entire Olympus will make this mindless god Out of order.

Even Athena, beloved by Zeus and seemingly invincible forever, faltered.

Thurpus sighed and heard Ares' voice resounding throughout Megara.

"Victory belongs to Sparta—!"

The cheers from the warriors flooded the entire Megara, but Thurpus got up and closed the door.

He rarely felt guilty, but this time he knew he was really wrong.

It's a pity that even if you know you're wrong, there's no way to turn back, unless Ares gives up his godhood - of course everyone knows that's impossible.

Thurps sat in the dark room staring at the torch whose light was too weak to be dazzling at all.

After a long time, Ares half-opened the door and looked at the dazed king inside—of course he felt that his king must be thinking deeply about some issues, "I have made an agreement with the warriors, the right to decide all matters is yours." I'll leave it to you, and I'll go back to Olympus."

Thurps was taken aback.

"Take Athens and bring the victory back to Sparta, my king." Ares said and laughed, the laughter was a little too excited, as if he had seen the victory coming.

Thurps closed his eyes, then opened them again, "...En."

Ares closed the door and disappeared instantly.

Thurps turned his head to look at the open window, and the gloomy sky seemed to be getting darker.

The king of Sparta lowered his head and rubbed his face vigorously, he could only say sorry to the god who had just left in his heart.

Chapter 85

The cold and darkness that gradually occupied the land did not bring any haze to the warriors of Sparta. Compared with the people who cannot do without light and warmth and are extremely panicked by the changes today, the warriors who believe in Ares They seemed extraordinarily uplifted and excited - their long-lost faith had just reappeared and inspired them.

In the eyes of the warriors, the excellence of the king makes them very satisfied and happy, because a good king can bring prosperity and strength to the country, but what they really agree with and believe in is still the greatness that bestows strength and life on them. God of War!

Surps clearly knew what the warriors were thinking, so he never had the idea of ​​shaking this sincere heart.

It is precisely because of such thoughts that Sparta, a group of warriors who simply yearn for strength, possesses such power that makes the entire human race tremble and fear.

Thurps knew that he didn't have much time to appease the sudden surge of guilt in his heart.

Prometheus, who usually sends messages every three days, has not sent him a new message for a long time. This situation made him feel a little uneasy. Presumably, the current situation of Prometheus is really not very good.

Thurps believes that he does not have the ability to keep his teacher under the irresistible rules, but he hopes to watch the father of mankind fall into an endless sleep.

At least he'd know that Prometheus was at peace before he fell asleep - or that whatever was left unfulfilled would end up being his.

The young King of Sparta rose to his feet, his shadow somewhat obscured by the dim light of the torches around him.

Outside the door, even the daytime looks extremely gloomy, the air is filled with cold and damp, as if the icy winter is about to come to the world.

Only those gods and very few people know that what is coming is not just a cold winter, but a suffocating death and sleep.

A fire was lit in the camp of the Spartan warriors. The thick smoke and flames dispelled the gloom of the past few days. Meals were distributed. The warriors ate meat and drank strong wine to resist the rare cold. Laughing, fisting, hands clutching their shields and spears, faces flushed with strong drink gleaming with eagerness.

Surpus wrapped himself in a cloak, stood on the city wall and looked at these warriors who were so excited because of Ares' encouragement, he couldn't help but click his tongue - and felt a little sad at the same time.

Thinking about my hard work for Sparta but still not as good as Ares, this gap is really quite frustrating.

"Your Majesty!" The warriors cheered up and greeted Thurps when they saw Thurpus standing up.

Surpus nodded to them to show that he had seen them. The king, who was not as strong as the warriors standing on the wall, thought for a while, and finally walked down the wall and entered the camp of the warriors.

Fighting, fighting and fighting will always be the Warriors' primary concern when there is nothing else to do.

Of course, in this situation where they have been victorious all the way to the hostile city-states that have been opposed for a long time, what they hope most is to rush to Athens, which is almost within reach.

Of course Thurps is not ignorant of what the Warriors are thinking now, and he came here to talk about it.

"I know what you are anxious about." Surps stood in the camp