To be king [Greek mythology]

At some point, he looked along, only to realize that it was also a girl.

Surpus didn't think much, and took the feather to continue to paste the faces of these corpses, but heard the lips of the corpse move.

"Lisa..." said the corpse, Thurps paused, and after waiting for a while, he heard the corpse say faintly: "Do you know the Cult of Death?"

Surpus shook the hand holding the feather, and the feather slipped from his fingers and fell lightly to the ground.

Thurps: "..."

"You know Dana, the god of death..." Before the second sentence could be said, Surpus took out another feather and stuck it on the face of the corpse.

"Danadus!" Thurps raised his head and roared angrily, "Get out!"

You are a missionary!Not selling Amway!

This is not the case for learning and using! !

And it's pretty cool to be able to preach as much as it is to be a Resident Evil.

Thinking of Thanadus' excited face when he mentioned his way of preaching, Thurps suddenly felt a toothache.

The brain circuit of the god of death is also intoxicating.

Chapter 70

The God of Death was finally taken away by Surpus in full view.

Nix and Hypnos, who watched the whole process in the sky, expressed that they did not feel any sympathy for their disgraced son and brother.

There is really no homosexuality.

The Spartan warriors stared wide-eyed, watching the god of death who came out of the void and folded his wings, followed their king into the room with a drowsy head, and looked at each other.

"That is the God of Death?" A warrior was a little uncertain.

It seems that there is no dignity at all.

"Your Majesty called Thanadus." The other warrior couldn't believe it, but they definitely heard it right just now.

There are already gods whose real names are out in this world, and no one will have the same name as them.

Because the names of the gods cannot be tarnished and are unique.

The warriors were silent for a while, and finally sighed: "It's really the god of death..."

Compared with our Ares, it is simply scum.

Seeing the urinating nature of other gods, the warriors immediately felt relieved.

They decided to optimistically believe that Athena would pee more, and they hadn't defeated Athena before. It must be because their god Ares was not there.

What's more, there are far more than Ares standing behind them this time, as well as Prometheus and Aphrodite—well, although Aphrodite doesn't seem to be useful for war.

The warriors chatted with each other about the god of death they had just seen, and finally lost interest.

Spartans usually see three gods walking around in the city-state casually. For them, gods are really nothing unusual.

The aborigines of Argos stared blankly at their reactions, thinking about the attitude of the god of death to the young king of Sparta just now, feeling the cold wind blowing behind them.

How dare the king treat the god of death like that.

The people of Argos couldn't figure it out.

In fact, not only the people in Argos can't figure it out, even Thurps can't figure out why Danadus is so cowardly today.

He turned around and motioned for the warrior who was secretly looking at Thanadus with curious eyes to close the door.

The warrior looked back and closed the door.

"What's the matter?" Thurpus sat down on the chair, looking at Thanadus who was also sitting opposite him.

Danadus paused, and muttered: "Preaching."

"..." Thurps didn't want to discuss this topic with him, he rolled his eyes and skipped the topic, "I'm asking, your attitude."

Thurpus didn't think that he had such a big face that Thanadus would admit it. In fact, Thurpus knew that with Thanadus' status, even Hades, the king of the underworld, couldn't do anything to him.

Thanadus raised his eyelids and looked at Surpus, took an olive and chewed it for a while before saying, "It's what Prometheus meant."

Thurps raised his eyebrows, "What did the teacher say?"

"I talked a lot." Thanadus curled his lips, "The overall purpose is to help you establish prestige among humans."

Thurps was taken aback, and looked at Thanadus with a complicated expression, "There's no need for this."

He can do things like establishing prestige by himself, not by his own strength, after all, it is not his own.

Thurps saw this clearly and understood it.

He had no reason or corresponding ability for Thanadus to make such a sacrifice for him.

After all, for the gods, pride is more important than their own existence.

"Surpus, you have to know that no matter how powerful you are, you are only a human being." The expression on Thanadus' face became more serious, "The gods are always in front of human beings, Thurps, Even if you are a prophet."

When human beings choose their beliefs, they always tend to be more inclined to mysterious, powerful and untouchable gods.

At least I have never heard of any city-state that believes in a certain prophet.

People only trust the prophet completely.

Surps looked at Thanadus, and after a while, he pursed his lips and lowered his eyes and stood up, "I'm going to rest."

Thanadus withdrew his gaze from Surpus.

The God of Death knew that the young king, who had been studying hard and climbing up desperately, needed to calm down.

Thurps shook off his shoes and made a ball on the bed.

He was quite tired, but he couldn't fall asleep like before.

Thurps certainly understood what Thanadus meant.

He couldn't be more clear - in this world, between human beings and gods, there is no way to make up for the level gap in their own existence.

Even if someone is strong enough to kill a god, it cannot cover up the weight of other gods in human hearts.

Human beings will not change their beliefs just because one of their kind kills a god.

Unless the gods take the initiative to show weakness or...do things that force humans to rely on themselves.

Thurps didn't quite understand why they chose the former instead of the latter. He felt that if the gods forced humans to stand on their own, it would be far better than degrading their status.

"You don't have to think too much." Thanadus said suddenly, he still decided to give Surpus a vaccination first, "You'd better have a good rest."

Thurps moved and snorted, "Huh?"

"There are many gods there besides my mother," said Thanadus, breaking another pomegranate.

"..." Thurps had a bad feeling.

Thanadus didn't feel Thurpus's instant mood at all. He thought for a while and counted: "Gaia, Rhea, His Majesty Hades, Tartarus..."

"..." Thurps covered his head with a blanket in pain.

Feeling sleepless even more.

As a result, early the next morning, Thurps greeted the warriors in a haggard manner, and was taken away from Argos by Thanadus.

The warriors are very experienced in their usual arrangements after the end of the war, so they don't need Thurps to say anything, and it doesn't matter whether they stay in Argos or not.

For the first time, Thurps really walked into the underworld.

It was different from the nothingness and darkness he saw when he and Hercules came to find the golden apples a few years ago.

Perhaps it was because he was practicing prophecy and was somewhat contaminated with some kind of mysterious power, Netherland was no longer dark in his eyes.

Where the entrance of Hades was illuminated by the light, there seemed to be something blocking the brilliant sunlight, leaving only a gray shadow on Hades.

Thurps glanced back into the bright sunlight.

He felt that after staying in Netherland for a long time, he would definitely become color weak.

Surpus was silent for a while, a little worried about Minos' vision.

"What's the matter?" Thanadus felt the resistance, looked at Surpus with some doubts, and saw the other party's hesitation, as if he understood, a spark of death power jumped in his hand.

The gray force of death swayed around Thurpus, and then covered him.

Thurps felt that his vitality was instantly wrapped in this force of death.

Probably from the perspective of others, he and the undead already have the same style of painting.

"Let's go." Thanadus beckoned to him.

Thurpus stepped forward and finally walked into the grayness that belongs to the underworld.

It's a wonderful feeling to cross the boundary from life to death, but Thurps doesn't feel this wonderful time more.

After he crossed the line separating light and darkness, he crashed into a soft embrace.

Surpus froze for a moment, his mind was a little dazed, and when he turned his eyes, he saw the mongoose hanging from the hem of his clothes, blocked by an arm and unable to climb up.

"...Don't do this to it, Minos." Thurps buried his head on Minos' shoulder and took a deep breath, poking the itchy flesh on Minos' waist.

The ticklish Minos did not let go, but Surpus felt the arms holding him tightened a bit.

Minos expressed 12 points of displeasure at the fact that even though he hugged the person for the first time, he was still robbed of his attention by the mongoose.

He moved his arms and threw the mongoose out.

The meerkat grinned at him on the ground, but just circled around them and didn't dare to climb up on Surpus again.

Minos has never stopped training the mongoose over the years. Although the mongoose will definitely blackmail him in front of Surpus, at least he can use sanctions to beat the mongoose into obedience. Minos The heart is very satisfied.

Surpus was taken aback by the mongoose's reaction, and looked up at Mi, who was hugging him tightly.