You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"Apollo sent a plague, and Poseidon flooded the city with waves."

The white-haired girl read the message meticulously, "It sounds like a very tragic story."

Typhon's scarlet eyes looked into her face.

"When can I go out, can you see that future?" he asked.

The white-haired girl thought for a while, "What are you going to do after you go out?"

"I used to want revenge." Typhon smiled wryly, "Now I just feel like I just want to go out for a while, and do whatever I want."

"Don't you want to go out?" he asked.

The girl thought for a while.

"It's okay." She said softly, "I thought the first thing you did after you went out was to eat me."

Typhon shook his head.

"I used to think you were annoying." He said, changing himself into a more comfortable position, "Obviously I have nothing to do with you, but you instigated Zeus to trouble me."

"Now I think you're weird." He said, his scarlet eyes flicked over to look at the girl's face, "You're just weird."

"That said, don't you want to fight him too?" Prometheus said softly, "In your heart, you and him are equal, right?"

"It is impossible for there to be two kings in the world, and sooner or later they have to fight." The girl said without any guilt in her heart.

"No." Typhon replied, "I am equal to you and him."

"Don't you think so?" Typhon asked. "He is the father of the gods, you are the father of men, and I am the father of monsters."

"Really not." The girl said softly, "Because in my heart, everyone is equal to me, you and him."

She leaned on her arm, as if staring at some bottomless darkness.

"What you said is really true." Typhon looked in the same direction.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's beautiful." Typhon sighed softly, "Give me a few more thousand years, and I can't think of such beautiful words that make people willing to die."

The girl shook her head lightly, "I actually don't want them to die."

"It's just that if there is no death, they don't know what is precious." She said softly, "However, I appreciate their overreaching, mortals dare to covet the sky."

"Because you don't know what you can do." Typhon said, "If it weren't for your instigation, I guess Zeus would come to me later."

Typhon couldn't help but think of that great battle. He rose from the abyss, his huge wings blocked the sun into darkness, and then he held the mighty thunder in his hand, and the gods turned into animals and fled one after another, swimming across the Nile River, Hiding somewhere trembling.

His long tail coiled around the mountain, each of his scales was as sharp as a blade, each of his fingers turned into a poisonous snake, and the dripping saliva rotted and burned through the rocks.

It was then that he first saw the girl.

At that time, she stood not far away and looked at him, her clear purple eyes were calm and relaxed, she was not a crowned god, obviously not as powerful as them, but she did not run away.

Then kill this weak and overwhelmed little girl first, let her body be turned into powder, and let all the gods tremble.

The girl seemed to see through something and smiled.

"Who made you here." The young future king of the gods grabbed her, lifted her up and put her on the chariot, "You think I have a good chance of winning and decided to give me some Trouble?"

"That's not enough." The girl said dissatisfiedly, "I also want to see what Typhon is."

"And I am undead." She turned her head and added.

Zeus seemed to sigh and didn't seem to.

"Then I will never protect you. Take care of yourself."

The ensuing battle was so intense that Typhon almost forgot about the girl.

"Phobos, God of Disturbance, Demus, God of Fear." Zeus ordered, "Follow me."

"Nicky, protect my front." He said, he picked up the golden throwing spear with thunder, the girl stood on tiptoe, and whispered something in his ear.

He nodded.

Typhon only knew that this girl was not afraid of herself at all, the fear in her heart was not as much as that of Zeus, she sat obediently with her knees on the position of the servant in the lance stand, and occasionally stretched out her hand to hold a lance that was about to fall out .

But at that time, Typhon felt vaguely in his heart that this guy must not be a simple character.

The young Zeus possessed unimaginably powerful power. He whizzed down from the clouds, turmoil and fear were always by his side, and the goddess of victory was in front of him. , his thunderfire ignited the mountains, and Typhon tore through the glaciers to extinguish the flames, and the scales rushed out of the scorched black, gleaming with cold metal.

He tore the mountains with his sharp claws, and threw them one by one. The earth trembled and fled. The chariot driven by the wind god was amazingly fast, and it shuttled through the gaps. Pale face.

They were fighting heartily and heartily, as if there was no tomorrow.

The sun rises and sets.

The moon is cold and cool.

Typhon gradually felt stiff and unsteady, while Zeus's hand was already steady, although blood was also overflowing.

When he collapsed suddenly, he thought, if only he brought a lot of monsters with him.

"How can an irrational monster defeat a rational god?" The young god king taunted condescendingly, "Your monsters will all be servants of the gods."

"Who made them stupid and emotionless, even with fangs and claws."

His voice stopped suddenly, Typhon raised his eyes, he saw the girl stretched out her hand from behind to cover the mouth of the God King, and shook her head slightly.

At that moment, he felt something inexplicable in her eyes.

Zeus seemed to realize something, he turned around and fell silent.

"Put him at the bottom of Tartarus." The God King ordered simply, and left.

"Why did you cover his mouth?" Typhon asked.

"It's nothing." The girl said softly, "It's just too sleepy, let him hurry up and go home to sleep."

Typhon shook his head.

The girl's slow breathing reached his ears, and he admitted that he didn't understand this girl at all, what she wanted, what she liked.

He even didn't know whether this girl was evil or kind, vicious or tolerant.

However, he has to admit that this person may be born with a broad mind, which is enough to eliminate the heat and coldness of the world.

Pretty words may be more than just pretty words to her.

She is the most dangerous heretic in the world, with the flames of hell shining on her face, and her white eyelashes are clean and thin, like some kind of snowflakes that fell somewhere in winter.

She is fragile and beautiful and seems like an easy kill.

But it can never be defeated.

She faced a choice when she was young.

She stands in front of two roads, one road is full of sunshine and flowers, she will marry a high-ranking god, and then gain a lifetime of honor and happiness.

another way.

It's blood and fire.

Pain and tears.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched the icy air, because her mother is also a prophet. She has been a stargazer since birth, and Themis taught her how to see fate from the starry sky, how to Burning vanilla, how to analyze the internal organs of monsters.

She gradually learned to pry into secrets.

The girl puts her hands in the water and thinks about the future.

"You are of noble birth."

"You are a beautiful goddess."

"Everything about you will be given to you."

The voices in the ears are noisy.

And finally the girl made up her mind.

"I will give my all."

She will fight the enemy, she will be alone, she will be imprisoned, all the goddesses of the same age will be happy, only she will have eternal pain.

"You're just a little girl," Typhon said, "A little girl shouldn't do such a thing."

"There are many kinds of little girls." Prometheus replied softly, "I am a very common kind."

Typhon laughed.

"Okay," he said, "Okay."

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