To be king [Greek mythology]

Want to follow, then lightly pinch the horse's belly, urging the horse to move forward.

The sound of the horse's hooves was covered by the sound of the turbulent waves. Minos looked at Surpus who charged into the water wall without hesitation, pursed his lips and frowned.

After all, there was still no way to divert his attention. As soon as there was a slight change, Surps tried his best to quickly bring down Athens.

The young king of Crete sighed, but this was the end of the matter, and he could only die to accompany him.

Minos also took a war horse from the warriors around him, and followed Surpus under the slightly worried eyes of the warriors.

In front of the soaring water wall, Thurps is like a tiny ant lying on a huge piece of bread, small and weak.

The two gods in the battle only need to pay a little attention, and they can easily kill him.

Surpus stroked Typhon's teeth on his neck, turned his head and glanced at Minos who was chasing him, "Don't worry, I'm a man favored by Tartarus."

Minos glanced at Typhon's Fang on his neck, and was slightly displeased by Thurpus's words to describe himself.

——Although others also call him the patron of the Lady Justice.

But being called that by others and calling oneself by it are two different things.

The narrow-minded King of Crete groaned twice in his heart, holding the horse's belly and driving the horse to take two steps forward to join Surpus, "Even so, I don't want to see you in danger alone."

The translation is, I want to be with you.

Thurpus felt warm in his heart, even though he was worried that maybe the water wall was not as gentle as he thought, but he would not stop Minos from advancing and retreating with him.

The lover's self-will is the most important thing. In a sense, the concealment and lies that you think are good for the other party will hurt and destroy this relationship.

"I'm glad to hear you say that." Thurps laughed twice, the haze in his eyes dissipated at this moment, he raised the horsewhip in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go."

Minos stared at Thurpus's smile in a daze. He hadn't been able to get the words that made Thurpus relax suddenly, but the confusion in his heart would not affect his actions. Puth stepped into the water wall.

Thurpus was startled, and stretched out his hand to pull Minos back, but found that the huge water wall seemed to be separated by an invisible force, revealing a passage that only allowed one person to walk through.

When Minos turned around, he saw Surpus' hand stretched out to him. He pursed his lips, and without hesitation stretched out his hand to shake hands with Surpus, leading him to walk side by side with him.

"You give me the illusion that I will enter the Netherland in the next second." Thurpus rarely teased Minos, and drove the horse under his crotch to advance to the position beside Minos.

The passage that only allowed one person to walk widened rapidly, and Thurps could almost see the light at the exit opposite the dim water wall passage—the water wall was so thick that it almost swallowed up the originally dull light, and Pat The divine light of the Saturnalia Temple came from the other end of the dark passage, making people feel inexplicably seductive.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt it was a trap.

Thurps hesitated for a moment.

Minos stretched out his hand and tugged at him, "Poseidon is showing his favor."

Surpus was taken aback, and shook his head directly, "I don't believe it." Even though the words came from Minos, Surpus couldn't believe it.

How proud Poseidon is, the whole world knows how he would show favor to humans.

"—Well, it's not a good show, but he really didn't intend to swallow us." Minos admitted that he was exaggerating a little, "otherwise, the army outside the city would not be rushed The sea water is deliberately bypassed."

This is possible.

Surpus looked at Minos, turned his head away from his lover's gentle gaze, and walked directly into the water wall.

Minos followed.

The wind blew across the plain outside Athens surrounded by a huge water wall, and the dense Spartan army was silent, as if even the wind kept silent wisely.

Suddenly, a familiar horn sounded from a distance—it was a Spartan horn sound, long and thick, and exploded in the ears of the silent Spartan warriors.

The sound of the horn was not obstructed by the water wall, but covered the rushing sound of the water, and was clearly heard by every Spartan warrior.

The eyes of the leaders of the warriors burst out. They raised their arms above their heads. The sharp, blood-stained weapons were reflected in the eyes of all the warriors.

Sure enough, their king never let them down!

Holding their breath, the Spartan warriors, like a group of wild horses migrating across the river, plunged into the thick water wall with billowing smoke and dust.

Without splashing water or any color of blood, they safely broke through Poseidon's blockade. In the light of the wall of water, they found the king of Sparta standing on a horse against the light—and the king with them. King of Crete with a close relationship.

"Sparta does not allow failure!" Thurpus raised his chin, pulled the reins to control the somewhat anxious horses circling in situ, and pointed the weapon in his hand at the towering Athens Palace next to the light source, "Old rules, cut them down Right ear, this is proof of your honor!"

"Kill them all! Trample Athens!"

Anger piled up in the eyes of the vanguard warriors, and the anger that had been restrained and almost defeated by the opponent finally found an outlet.

They rode excellent horses into the city of Athens with the force of the water wall like a gust of wind. The horses neighed, and the shouts of killing and dying roars from both sides quickly filled the outer city of Athens.

The wind blew from outside the city with the smell of blood and cold killing intent, and even the divine light in the city seemed to have a hint of blood, the smell of the sea and the huge water wall pressing down on the city made the guards of the inner city The hearts of the warriors were heavy.

In the Parthenon Temple, beside the pale-faced high priest lay nine corpses lying in disorder. Each corpse had a solemn and peaceful expression on its face. The daggers they held in their hands were still stained with blood, and their chests were huge and terrifying. Wounds confirmed their cause of death.

Their hearts lost their vitality on the altar dedicated to Athena, like a rotten apple, shriveled and ugly.

The chief priest looked up at the statue of Athena who was staring at the believers with compassion, but his heart was surprisingly calm.

He was able to clearly know the current situation outside from the message brought by the wind, and among the priests who worshiped Athena, he was the only one left alive.

The main priest is the person with the strongest faith who can be selected to serve.

However, at this moment, he could no longer stir up any waves in his heart—whether it was reverence or hatred.

"Theseus." The high priest heard the footsteps behind him and sighed, "We have been abandoned."

"It's not surprising." The young King of Athens didn't show any resentment, he saw all this clearly from the very beginning, "Athens originally existed by relying on Athena, and now she doesn't want to care about it. Everyone wants to step on a god who doesn't fit in with her."

Without knowing any news, human beings who are always full of reverence for gods will never think about the fact that gods may not be able to control them or that they cannot protect themselves.

This may never have crossed their minds at all.

What's more, Athena is so powerful and unmatched.

"Just now, Athena withdrew her power." The chief priest said, with a sad look on his face, "Even the lives of nine priests did not make her feel the slightest pity and emotion."

The gods have always been like this—just as humans are never sad when they trampled to death a few ants.

The divine light in the city of Athens began to falter.

The chief priest bent down and picked up a dagger placed on the altar, sighed, raised his hand to caress his chest, feeling the vibration from his chest, it was the breath of life, "This It's the last thing I can do for Athens."

Theseus turned around and left the temple. He didn't want to see the chief priest who had always had a good relationship with him commit suicide.

In a world controlled by gods, human beings have always been so powerless.

It was time for him to do something for Athens.

Olympus.

Athena held the rod of thunder in her hand, and sat on the throne that originally belonged to Zeus. She straightened her back and looked down at the entire palace of the god king—but the palace of the king of gods, which was supposed to be worshiped by the gods, was now empty. , so quiet that the air almost froze.

The goddess sitting on the throne of God is dressed in gorgeous clothes, like a gorgeous sculpture.

Athena had just withdrawn the part of her divine power she put in Athens, and she felt drowsy a lot better—although the loss of divine power was still so fast that she could clearly feel it.

"Ares." Athena looked up at the entrance of the temple. The mighty God of War was still burly, but he also looked a little listless.

"You said, Prometheus knows what's going on?" The loss of power made the always powerful god of war feel restless, even though Athena's power was lost faster than him, it didn't make him feel very happy .

"I'm afraid he knows more than this, but it's too late." Athena looked at Ares, who looked very anxious between his brows, "Prometheus has fallen into a deep sleep."

The last time she went to see Prometheus, the father of mankind was in a very bad state. Even if she was holding a wine jar and pretending to be drunk to cover up her almost limitless spirit, the smart goddess still noticed