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

There is a kind of person in the world, even if there is the flower field he longs for in front of him, as long as there are people calling for help below, he will turn back without hesitation.

Even dead.

Even if you can never reach that ideal land.

It doesn't matter.

My ideal is brilliant, as long as I have it, I can resist countless worlds.

I was always ready to give my life and everything.

O world, bear witness to me.

"Miss, you should meet the person you love soon." The young man with silver-gray eyes talked eloquently, but he was stunned for a second.

Sally raised her head.

"What's the matter, where should I go to meet him?" The girl felt elated, but the young man was completely stunned.

"Are you okay, is it because of something wrong with my fate?" The girl couldn't help asking, and waved her hand in front of him.

"No, there is no problem. He should be in the northeast. Good luck." Sariel adjusted his smile and said.

The girl handed him a few coins, and then left. He sat down and stared at the Tarot cards in his hand. There was nothing wrong with the feeling just now.

He reached out his hand and placed it on his chest.

Then he heard a sound like the beating of a drum.

unfamiliar voice.

The blood was accelerated by something, making his whole body hot.

He has a heart.

He is free.

However, he stood up and looked around blankly, obviously already knowing the answer.

But he still hopes to see the girl appear in the crowd, smiling at him and saying, "How do you feel now?"

Eat her power.

Come back to heaven.

Father will reward you for finally completing the task.

There was such a voice in his heart saying.

As long as you can get this power, the Father will welcome your return no matter what.

He looked into the distance, with nothing in his eyes, and he felt the presence of his heart.

However, the first thing he felt was pain, extremely painful, and then he walked out of the market, found a place where people couldn't see, and squatted down.

Tears flowed out uncontrollably, as if washing away some iron gate that had been locked for thousands of years, this was the first time in his life that he shed tears.Tears are sour, blood is salty.

To receive the power of that guy and go back to heaven, a voice in his heart said.

But another voice said, go wandering, cherish this hard-won freedom, go and see the distant clouds and the northern sea, the white beaches and red roses.

With her power you will become immensely powerful.

However, she only wants you to be happy.

Sariel stood up, wiped his eyes, took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, put them on, and picked up his luggage.

"If Father pushes me to work again, tell him I'm a defector," he said, waving his hand cheerfully, and set off on the road to another town.

The word defection is so comforting to say, I like it.

And I still like my powers.

Moreover, my father said that someone must inherit her authority, so her being a fugitive should also be inherited by someone.

Guest from afar, what do you want to tell us, about love and peace, or some kind of magic that can make people strong and wise.

If someone asked him that.

He might smile and tell them that he has no grand themes in life, "I just want you to be happy."

The gods are waking up, the world is collapsing and reorganizing, and all creatures seem to feel something and seem to feel nothing.

After all, not every victim will have a life. Most of the time, when they die, people will just sigh that his family is going to be sad, and then move on.

What the victims expect is that the survivors can continue to live a good life.

The dead don't die, the survivors don't cry.

Themis stretched out her hand and felt the icy air. She groped for something to grab, as if someone helped her, and she touched a body that was still warm.

She understood in an instant.

This is her child.

She held her in her arms, touched her forehead with her forehead, and all the gods moved aside, silently watching the goddess of justice holding her child.

She seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't make a sound. She seemed to want to shed tears, but she didn't know why she couldn't.

The girl's chest rose and fell slightly, as if she was sleeping peacefully in a certain afternoon, her pale face showed no expression, only the blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth and hit the ground bit by bit.

There was also blood oozing from her fingertips and falling to the ground drop by drop.

"Goddess Themis, she just fell asleep." Athena said softly, "Maybe one day she will wake up like everyone else."

But she heard a sound, the unhurried thud of a horse's hooves.

Every blow is like a heavy hammer, hitting my heart.

Gray horses, hollow and decaying, unavoidably powerful.

It is the unshakable sound of death and fate coming.

The knight didn't sit on the horse, it led the horse, bowed its head humbly, but no one dared to refuse its request, and the god of fate followed behind it.

"What are you here for?" A god asked.

"To witness something." The knight replied politely.

It stretched its clothes and bowed respectfully.

Moros went up and took Themis' hand.

"Is it going to take her?" Themis asked softly.

"No." The knight replied respectfully, "it was her choice."

Themis let go of her hand, she picked up the girl's body, paused for a moment, and put it in Moros' arms.

"Where are you going?" Themis asked.

"I am nothing, and I am everything," replied the knight.

If there is no awareness of giving life, many great achievements in the world will not be achieved.

Since this greedy and silent goddess has made the greatest wish in the world, she will naturally pay a price worthy of it.

Moros hugged the girl's body, and she put her head on his shoulder, just like an ordinary lover, his heart suddenly calmed down, and he understood the way he should go.

And the rider on the gray horse was waiting for him.

This is his fate.

He can actually avoid it.

Or let it come later.

But he chose to let this day come sooner.

He knew it was what she wanted.

He cut her fate, he killed her, he did what he did and found himself not as hard as he thought.

In the past thousands of years, he repeatedly cut the fate of the two people. Tartarus once laughed at whether he found the happy ending among all the sad endings.

Yet Moros knew what he was doing better than anyone.

When Moros was born, he was endowed with the most suitable character for the God of Destiny, such as rigor, patience, and inability to understand most things in the world.

For example, selflessness.

He thought, maybe he could give up everything and go wandering with her, without his 1000 years of accumulation of all the accidents into inevitability, this day may come thousands of years later, but he decided to help her.

He had missed her like crazy, and he had stayed up all night thinking about his own thoughts when that day came. If he needed a life to sacrifice, he would take his own.

let her live.

Have you ever loved someone so much in your life.

For what she wants, you can kill her with your own hands.

Moros hugged the girl's body, and his heart told him that he was alone again in this world.

He couldn't help but think of a day long ago.

They were young then.

The girl sat by the river weaving a white wreath, carefully trimmed its corners, and then put it on her head.

The black-haired, black-eyed God of Destiny lowered his head and saw his own reflection on the water.

The splendid corolla was worn on his head tremblingly, and the flower branches seemed to overflow, just like the bride's tiara in the few weddings he had attended.

"It should be worn by you." Moros said softly.

"I can make one myself." The girl smiled and said, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." He replied quietly.

"Speaking of which, you can keep it, if one day you want to confess your love to some girl." The girl said eloquently.

"But I don't know any girls." Moros took off the wreath and looked at it in his hand.

"Then go get to know you." The girl encouraged, "You are a very nice person. If you open up a bit, I think many girls will like you."

"Girls don't like people like me," Moros said.

"Oh." The girl showed a dissatisfied expression, "Am I not a girl?"

Moros couldn't help laughing.

"Counting all the gods and goddesses, you are the only one who likes to disturb me when you are free." Moros said, "What are you looking for?"

The girl smiled and lowered her eyes.

"And you, didn't you respond to me too? What do you like about me?" The girl said with a light smile, "Except for free."

Moros was silent.

From an honest point of view, this goddess doesn't have top-notch beauty, nor does she have a docile personality, and of course she doesn't have the consciousness of being someone's wife. She always thinks of ways to bully him and take advantage of him.

According to his status as the original three-pillar god, he can choose a goddess who is envied by the world at will, but in order to comfort his lonely and boring work, no matter who he chooses, he will let him go. She marries herself.

But he doesn't want to.

It seemed to him baseness to sacrifice unrelated and unwilling people to what he called a great cause.

And this kind of thing, isn't it an honor that only those who love deeply have.

"Let's go." He said softly, and the gray horse rider turned around and followed behind him.

I don't know what kind of answer he gave, but the gray horse rider agreed, and he also successfully passed death.

Probably because love always outlives death.

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