[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

The sparkling transparent crystal wall finally dissipated like waves before I almost lost my mind and crashed into it.I trembled unbearably.Mu thought, everyone thought, that I couldn't help shivering from the cold air that hit my face--what was Mu talking about?Is this the absolute zero aftermath that freezes everything? !

"Now it should be a temperature acceptable to ordinary humans, so you can go in." He gave me another look, "Miss Luna, you are afraid of the cold, do you----"

No!None of the gods can stop me from entering.I shook my head, clutched at the hem of my coat, and stepped up the steps in a few steps—the sudden shadow in the room covered my clenched teeth, and I stared straight ahead.

Remnants of ice and frost remained on the stone pillars in the building, and the direction of the deep main hall of the Sagittarius Palace was burned and illuminated by the power of the small universe of several people.They seem to be adding firewood, lighting up a red and golden hearth in a icy and snowy night, and continue to defuse the severe cold with warm heat.

Step by step stepping on the warm light source of the golden small universe, step by step approaching a certain deep and terrible mystery.In my pupils, there is also a cluster of raging and bright fire under the ice, with thorns, and the flames are fierce.

arrive.a group of people.The golden weapon, the holy cloth.And shards of ice all over the place, and zzz around the center of the chill--

I bit my lip to avoid hysterical yelling, and even my breath was choked in my chest——the legendary hero surrounded by the crowd, his holy clothes and wings flowed with an incomparable cold light, his familiar figure, already It was him who left the mark of pain deeply in my consciousness!It's him! ! !

I saw again, the person who I thought had passed away and disappeared.That resolute cheek, the tight lips, and the slightly messy thick hair are covered with a layer of silver at this moment!No!It's not the years and wind and dust that make the beard and hair turn white, it's the frost!I widened my eyes, looking at the still chestnut hair hanging over his forehead----the severe cold is still trying to devour him and torture him!

The gold saint fighter candidates burned the small universe, suppressing the chill and spreading - I stared blankly and greedily at this man, he is still a mature man! ! 220 I haven't seen you for four years, he---he hasn't aged! ! !

At this moment, he was shrouded in light and heat, and the frost on his face gradually melted, turning into wet water droplets, rolling down along the sculptural jaw, and falling on the holy garment, which was crystal clear—the light and shallow area on his chest The ups and downs are like the melting and disintegration of the permafrost on the surface, feeling the sun and rain and trembling slightly, intending to germinate the deep earth.

I listened to his breathing, looked at the wet drooping eyelashes trembling, and opened them --- still a pair of gray, out-of-focus eyes!

My heart twitched and hurt again, I clenched my palms angrily, and told myself stubbornly that I had already broken up with him—so I could control myself not to run over, and just looked at him without moving.

He was so weak that he couldn't stand, and was carefully supported by two juniors. He tried his best to raise his head, and smiled at someone beside him, panting and hoarsely saying, "Thanks for your hard work... everyone... Thank you." ..."

More than 200 years later, when I heard this deep and gentle voice again, and saw this tired smile, my pupils widened, and the fire under the ice was poured with oil, and it was raging—he thanked others, Once again, he didn't care about my intentions - he didn't know, I want him to live a happy life in the world? !I'm ready for all the conditions!His comrades-in-arms, his relatives!Even his Athena! !But how could he choose to be wrapped in ice and snow, how could he hurt himself so much-why, I still want to witness and feel the torture he suffered? !

I was trembling, and there was a turbulent vortex in my chest: it was anger and unwillingness-it was pain and love-hate----the intense intersection, this person! !This is the person who refuses to conform to happiness! ! !

Fortunately, in Sagittarius Palace, everyone is paying attention to this legend that has been revived from the ice coffin, and no one is aware of my emotions standing far away from the circle of people - they are excited about the inheritance of the sanctuary - I think When it came to Shi Ang, the dark purple pupils of that man shone calmly, and the movement of taking off the mask was graceful and solemn. The Pope, who had long been a handsome young man, spoke to him with a little joy, and this legendary hero, calmly nodded.

What did he promise? !

I saw this man, surrounded by the next generation of teenagers, raised his hand and caressed his chest, with a resolute expression----the holy cloth sensed the command of the master...I also noticed it! !

No! !no! !Don't do something stupid! !

I shouted in my heart in vain, but the holy garment has been removed! !

As soon as he left his body, awakened by the eighth sense, the sacred clothes blessed by the blood of the virgin goddess quickly faded from the silver splendor, and the plump wings gradually gathered, and soon became Aiolos, a piece of ordinary gold. Cloth!

I watched all this with worry, Shi On held the old man's shoulders with his own hands, and said with emotion, "It's really a remarkable inheritance of the holy clothes, and the new warrior has been recognized. And eight years have passed in 210, and you are still the same, Xi Xufu Si--can you hold on?--Sisyphus?"

The man didn't respond anymore - after he took off his strongest protection, his face was extremely pale and his lips were black and blue!Now, he fell over and fell into a coma!

As for me, who was standing still, I heard Shi An's urgent calling, and heard Dr. Pevke making arrangements loudly, but none of the words entered my consciousness.All I could see was this living blind man, with his head bowed like a frail ordinary man--sun-colored hair wet against his pale forehead, he was dead and motionless, and I was still, trembling.

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Afterwards, my memory of what I had experienced fell into chaos, and my consciousness fluttered. I vaguely followed Pevke's instructions, and the medicine was formulated as stiff as a puppet—yes, to treat frostbite and dispel cold.enough?

Flames are jumping in the hearth of the fireplace, and the temperature in the room is kept warm. The light and extinction of the fire makes all the projections in the house dark and long, and time seems to have lost its concept. The same thing happens again... What will happen next?

With worry, I looked at the new gold saint of Sagittarius dully again, and I finally realized numbly that this Aiolos is already the new warrior who entered the palace of Sagittarius... He is Sisyphus who loves him so much , the new generation carrying the so-called hope is the descendant of Regulus.

Aiolos, a big boy who inherited short brown hair from his ancestors, looked attentive. He was very concerned about this senior who was related to him by blood, and expressed that he wanted to take care of him--care?

I slowly turned my gaze back to the bed. The former Sagittarius Saint has been asleep for a day and a night.Dr. Pevke is working hard to treat him. He has been wiped with the best anti-cold plaster, but his skin is still faintly cold--is the smooth chest and half-open waistline really as cold as marble at this moment? ?

The old doctor told me to prepare ginger juice quickly.

I was full of mixed feelings and unable to vent, so I could only pound the medicine dish vigorously, the ginger became a paste, the pungent smell rushed straight to my cheeks and eyes, and a misty mist was formed in my eyes----I clearly, clearly intend to He rushed out of the sanctuary and ignored him, but why did he still stay here?I'm actually taking care of him again!Take care of this, again and again - am I a thread spun by the goddess of fate, bound tightly around him? !

I wiped the corners of my eyes vigorously—the tears flowed even more fiercely, Aiolos noticed——Pevke also looked at me after hearing the reputation, and after I explained embarrassingly, I hurried away to breathe.

It's summer time outside.In the courtyard exuding the fragrance of grass and trees, there was no one there tonight.Soon, the attendants will move in, right?They have to arrange the daily life and daily life of the golden saints——Sisyphus will stay here and be properly taken care of.

I picked up a handful of water from the artificially dug spring, poured it on my face and scrubbed it, and my eyes became clear again.What about me?

I came to Sanctuary to trace his traces of existence, and now the answer is cruelly revealed, I looked up at the summer night starry sky---the vast expanse of vast wilderness is bright, but where should I go?I go back to Mount Olympia, back to the underworld, I can also take Alpha, wander around, and finally return to my own underground temple in the world - where do I want to go?

No.I can't continue to perfunctory thinking, because I can't help but worry about the unconscious person in the building behind me.What about the colorful world?I didn't care about it, I just thought about the dim, withered gray world in his gray pupils--what good is there in the empty, desolate ashes in his eyes?But it makes me stop because that's where his eyes are?I painfully realized that this person who has been holding my heart tightly has tormented me so much that I have no peace!

I was not reconciled, and stared blankly at the night scene. There were fireflies flying in front of me, illuminating the other side faintly: a tree covered with pink buds appeared in outline.That is... Is it that I planted the rose outside his study window with my own hands, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and it has been sticking to it for more than 200 years?

I stared blankly for a long time, and the intimacy and beauty of the past emerged in my heart. I remembered those sunny afternoons. I sat beside him and watched the flower shadows swaying in the man's chestnut hair----he buried his head Reading, occasionally raised his head, and smiled at me.We are both at peace and happy with each other, no doubt about it!

My heart softened involuntarily, and I deeply adjusted my breathing and expression. I looked back at the direction of the bedroom sadly. At this time, the person's closed eyes were like a bottomless and gravitational space, or like Hiding behind it are the most voluptuous siren sirens, singing seductive songs.I knew this, but I was attracted and confused, and I walked back step by step-so, let's wait until he wakes up and recovers, and then think about leaving.I reluctantly consoled myself and made a conclusion that I could deal with the current situation.

After returning as if nothing had happened, Dr. Pevke naturally handed over the assistant's nursing work to me, which is to keep an eye on Sisyphus' changes.The old man was confident, "He is extremely determined, keep warm, and he will recover and wake up."

I thought to myself that when he recovered, I would find an excuse to leave the sanctuary.On the surface, he agreed quietly.

In the process of guarding him in the Sagittarius Palace, I slowly listened to Aiolos tell a story of a hero in the sanctuary that has been passed down for more than two centuries in a respectful tone:

"The last jihad was extremely cruel, and the sanctuary was completely destroyed. It was only because of the divine power of the goddess that all the sacrificed golden saints were resurrected--Master Athena became an ordinary mortal and suffered from illness until she was young. She died of old age, she was originally a god, what a great sacrifice this is."

His tone revealed a strong sense of love and affection. In addition to his blood relationship and loyalty to Athena, the attire of Sagittarius has also been passed down through the generations. He tied a dark brown headband between his foreheads.

----I touched my empty wrist, listening to this completely distorted legend with a blank expression, I didn't even bother to laugh.The so-called history is nothing but a tool of the rulers, it is just so pretentiously dressed up, it is absurd.

"The excellent warriors of that generation returned to the sanctuary and began to rebuild on the ruins. Pluto will never destroy our human efforts and hopes! Six years after the holy war, the prototype of the sanctuary has basically recovered." He said He said proudly, "As for Lord Sisyphus of Sagittarius, he was grateful for the sacrifice of the goddess, and in order to wait for the goddess to reappear on the earth, he decided to cruelly freeze himself----"

I heard my eyes move.

"At that time, Master Dejere of Aquarius condensed the cold air and froze him in the depths of the Sagittarius Palace. And the Pope also agreed with him to determine the time of thawing through astrology. The eighth sense, in fact, has been conscious, will feel cold and lonely, what a sacrifice!"

Aiolos' eyes shone with excitement, "How lucky is it that a powerful and experienced heroic warrior like Lord Sisyphus can reappear in the sanctuary after more than 200 years and guide us--and It is the honor of a saint to guard the goddess Athena together with the heroes of the predecessors, and defend the earth and the world!"

I had already turned my head and looked at the heroic warrior lying unconscious on the bed, and finally said to Aiolos in a deep voice, "What a...respectable senior. His persistence is really touching."

The blazing fire was reflected in my clear and dark eyes. I lowered my eyelashes, and my calm thoughts were intertwined with extremely straightforward emotions: I am not a fool. In this distorted legend passed down from generation to generation in the sanctuary, I was hidden Those who have experienced it can't imagine that there are actually two goddesses.So Sisyphus—you, which goddess did you resolutely choose to wait for a long time in order to meet again? ! !Athena? ?In the last life, why did you freeze yourself before she died? !

It must be me that you are waiting for.

Thinking of all the things that happened when the last scene was played that year, you were calling me in vain--what are you not willing to give up?Sisyphus?

But I - you, do you know that I already hate you?I hate you! ! !

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In fact, the political commissar will soon recognize Luna.But he was afraid that she would run away and pretended not to know.And Luna was also afraid of ruining the atmosphere of getting along, and realized that the political commissar had noticed it and pretended not to know.