To be king [Greek mythology]

Hercules looked hesitantly at Thurps, who was not doing well, and finally patted him on the shoulder, pulled out the dagger from his waist and handed it to him, and trotted out with his bow and arrow.

Surpus took a deep breath, clenched the dagger in his hand, and looked back at the priestesses who were still awake but frighteningly pale, "Are the residents of the city staying at home?"

The priestesses unconsciously had a little dependence and strong expectations on Thurpus because of his swiftness and agility, and nodded to him.

Surpus walked to the entrance of the temple and looked out, his eyes were calm, and he didn't seem to worry about any accidents at all.

A huge, majestic condor is hovering in the sky, its sharp eyes are lingering in this city-state where no one dares to go out.

The shadow cast by the huge body moved in the city-state as its position changed, silently adding fear to the people hiding at home.

The condor turned around a few times, and finally stared at Hercules, who was the only one standing on the street in the city.

"Will he be okay?" A priestess walked up timidly and looked outside worriedly.

"It's all right, he's a hero—a child of Zeus, the king of the gods." Surpus glanced at her, holding a dagger in his hand, and lowered his head to fumble in the animal skin package he carried with him.

The priestess, who had been staring at Hercules closely, then followed his movements.

Thurps dug out a handful of... gray feathers from the package.

The priestess asked in amazement, "What is this?"

Thurps turned and walked towards the warriors lying on the bed who were suffering all the time, leaned over and put the feathers on their brows, looked at the wounded who had calmed down for a moment and showed a peaceful look, and explained: "It is to relieve your warriors." good stuff."

It's um...plucked hairs that fell from the Grim Reaper.

The author has something to say: Thanatos: If I wasn’t here, I’d be shot so I’d pass QAQ!

Thurps: Think of Zeus.

Thanadus: ...

Chapter 50

Thanadus tried every means to reduce his workload.

For example, this large handful of feathers that Thurps carried with him.

Of course it is impossible for Thurpus to pluck such a large amount of feathers from the pair of wings on the back of the God of Death by himself. If he did so, even Thanadus, who has always declared that he likes him very much, will smear his face with death. clawed.

These are all before Thanadus landed on the Caucasus Mountain and found those people who could not rest in peace. The god of death, whose brain circuit was full of strange things, happily stuffed him with such a large number of feathers. Come on, say that if you see any strange damned people who are not dead, put these feathers on their eyebrows.

Effective in seconds, painless death, guarantee that the undead will be extradited to the underworld in minutes.

Each feather can also be recycled many times.

Thurps wanted to throw away these feathers at the time, but after thinking about it, what if the feathers also work on living people?

That must be a secret weapon.

Thinking of this, Thurps accepted it. Anyway, the soft feathers don't take up much space.

Thurpus didn't expect that the time to use this thing would come so soon. Although it was a pity that he couldn't test it on normal living people, he still felt quite happy after doing something good.

Thinking about it another way, the fact that there is no need to conduct experiments on living people means that he has had a smooth life recently, at least he has not met anyone who tried to attack him.

Thurps put the feather on the forehead of the last warrior, and the warrior closed his eyes peacefully, and the feather that had been used repeatedly more than [-] times was turned into ashes.

When he freed the third warrior, the other warriors noticed his movements.

Thurpus thought that the group of warriors would somehow feel unwilling to die and refuse his approach. Unexpectedly, they didn't.

These warriors accepted death calmly, even with anticipation—because they were tortured by pain, and complete death could bring them comfort.

For these human beings who believe in gods, death is not the end, but the beginning of another life.

Thurps thought about himself, and realized something deeply.

He is probably like a nail house in Thanadus's heart. He is obviously supposed to die, but he is unwilling to die anyway, which is a bit inconsistent with the style of people in this world.

Of course, it may also be because there is no pain to torment him.

Thurpus felt that if the previous injury was still haunting him, he would also rather die than stay in the world to experience the pain.

"Thank you, great prophet." The priestess looked at the warrior who was as peaceful as if he had fallen asleep, and there was no trace of pain on his face, and gave a very formal salute to Thurps.

That is second only to the ritual they performed when they worshiped the gods.

Even the king of this city-state may not be able to enjoy the rituals of priests-this is the highest ritual that priests can do to human beings.

But Thurps flashed past.

"You should thank Hercules, or the god of death." Thurps said, and walked back to the gate of the temple, looking at Hercules who was nervously avoiding the eagle's capture, the arrow on his back There is not a single arrow missing in the bag, which seems to be quite cautious.

Surpus looked down at the sharp dagger in his hand and hesitated for a while.

Finally, he dug out Hydra's venom from the snakeskin bag, and used the last little bit to smear the dagger's blade all over.

The object corroded by Hydra's venom seems to be targeted. For example, when Thurpus smeared the previous stone knife and the current dagger, the weapon in his hand was not corroded. Another example is the back of Hercules. An arrow soaked in the blood of the Hydra.

Probably due to the will of the person using the venom.

They are not at all scruples like Xu Dela, and they will use venom unscrupulously to destroy everything around them.

Their use of venom is a little more targeted.

"What is this?" The priestess was avoided saluting, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. She leaned over, her face was still a little pale, but she looked at the thing in Thurpus's hand like a curious baby.

Thurps paused, glanced at her, and replied, "Hydra's venom."

"I don't know the names of you and that hero yet." The priestess said, looking at Surpus with a look that made Surpus feel a little familiar.

——just like when Minos looked at him, but softer than Minos.

Thurps suddenly felt that his charm could still be saved.

When he was in Crete, he was pursued by Minos and the high priest, and no girls or other men dared to reach out to him. On the contrary, Miledus, who looked so similar to him, became sought after by everyone. The beautiful boy, caused Thurps to feel that he did not do well enough to make others feel disgusted.

But usually that group of people doesn't seem to be like that in their enthusiastic attitude towards themselves.

It still seems normal now, and the best thing is that the girl is not attracted to Hercules yet.

Sure enough, it was the fault of Minos and the high priest that no one else chased him before!

Thurpus was very moved, and then answered the priestess' question: "Hercules called my name."

"Thurps?" the priestess asked cautiously.

Surps didn't show any expression, just nodded slightly, and continued to apply the venom carefully.

Hercules is so dedicated, it's not easy for him to just sit around and watch.

He remembered that Hercules would go to Hades later and hurt Hades.

Now Minos is working in Hades, if Minos is involved, Thurpus wonders if he will go all the way to Hades to beat up this Hercules.

Whether you can beat him or not is another matter, but you have to have an attitude.

It would be great if Hercules could go to Hades for him to bring a message to Minos to say he is safe.

Thurpus didn't think that Thanadus, who had always been at odds with Minos, would be so kind as to mention his situation to Minos.

"Have you ever seen a god with your own eyes? Thanadus, the god of death?" Surpus' indifference did not affect the enthusiasm of the priestess at all. She continued to ask, but her eyes were no longer on the dagger in Surpus' hand and snake venom, but stuck to Thurpus's face.

Thurps responded, "Yes."

"What does he look like?" the priestess asked, "Is it really like the legend, gloomy and haggard, wrapped in a black robe, appearing with a cold death?"

Thurps: ...

How did such a rumor come out?

Danatus is obviously a funny comparison.

And especially sunny and energetic.

Of course, Thurpus would not tell the priestess this cruel truth. Thanadus is in charge of death, so he must have such an image suitable for his priesthood.

"Don't talk about the gods." Thurps said, it sounded like a reminder, but it was actually a warning to humans, especially priests.

It is enough for the priests to have reverence and pious belief in the gods, and they should not care about the image of the gods or anything else.

The expression on the face of the priestess froze, obviously knowing what mistake she had made.

She was a little flustered, "I didn't mean to..."

The priestess looks very young, about the same age as Thurpus—about sixteen or seventeen years old. Generally speaking, boys and girls are selected to enter the temple to serve the gods at the age of 15. This priestess probably entered the gods. The temple is one or two years.

That's why I can't control myself so much.

Thurps Pico