[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

After returning to the sanctuary, Pope Sage concocted the colchicum and asked Kaludia to drink half of the juice, which completely healed his heart.

I don't have the slightest sense of crisis when a golden saint becomes healthy from a heart patient-ha, it seems that if there are more healthy fighters, the jihad of Hades will lose?I am so sorry for His Majesty Hades' self-confidence and strength--the power of God, which is completely natural and flawless, how could he take this in his eyes.

The other half of the colchicum juice is carefully preserved in the star tower, and will be used when necessary--Sage even sighed that if he had obtained the flower of the god of health in the early years, Elias of the Leo might have Will not sacrifice.

This former Leo Gold Saint, Sisyphus's half-brother... I know that Radamandis killed him with extreme reluctance.Kill the man whose lung disease is getting worse and can't fight for long.

My first thought was that I was glad that His Majesty Hades didn't send me to carry out this task that year... Only the seriously injured Tianmengxing came back from the underworld warrior army that went to the Americas for a surprise attack, although the underworld warriors will be revived infinitely , but with such a loss, Ilias really lived up to the name of the strongest gold saint.However, as a human being, he is doomed to be defeated in the end by the underworld fighters who are free from life, old age, sickness and death.

Ugh.

Pursuing immortality and not being eroded by disease is the ultimate dream of human beings, right?I'm sure that the vast majority of human beings in this world love themselves very much, but the warrior concept of Sanctuary advocates generous sacrifices for Athena's love and justice...

well.I sighed to myself, but the movement of removing the bandage in my hand didn't stop at all----the one in front of me, who grew up in the Sanctuary, has some faults that are outstanding enough.Aspros also grew up with him, why is he the highest aura of himself?

I looked at him carefully, the morning light was coming in from the window, falling on his pensive cheeks, the light and shadow were three-dimensional, the tight lips, the clear eyes, this vivid melancholy was far better than the ancient Greek in my mansion. Glorious statue of a warrior.But the texture of the statue, alas, where are there so many deep and shallow scars?

"Sisyphus..." I stretched out my hand and waved it in front of him, waiting for him to come back to his senses, "Okay, the wound is basically healed this time, and there should be no need to apply any more medicine."

"Thank you, Minos." As he said, he took the white linen shirt I handed him, and waited for him to button it up. The skin left with light scabs, the chest exuding a masculine breath, It was covered up.

While tidying up the used bandages, I asked, "Sisyphus, were you recalling Mr. Elias just now?"

He looked at the morning light outside the window, "Yes, I just thought about the last time my brother taught me. It was my brother who made me dispel my confusion. Using the eyes of Sagittarius, I finally realized and saw the direction I want to go."

"But I didn't realize until that day that my brother was already suffering from severe lung disease..." His voice gradually deepened.

As soon as I heard it, I knew that Sisyphus, who had a serious self-sacrifice problem, secretly felt guilty again—whether he felt guilty that he failed to pay attention to and take good care of his brother, or that he failed to go to America to meet and share with his brother. Fighting, or guilt for not getting colchicum earlier... This man is just used to taking responsibility and fault on himself.

I quickly put down the things in my hand, patted the back of his hand, and said solemnly, "Mr. Elias died, but he didn't really leave the sanctuary. You see, Regulus inherited his blood---" -And under your teaching, the new golden lion will definitely make outstanding contributions to the Holy War, Sisyphus, this is Ilias, it is your brother's wish."

I pressed his shoulder again, and said earnestly, "For the future, fight for the jihad, don't be too obsessed with the past. We can't change the past, but we can forge the future with our own hands, right, Sisyphus? "

Sisyphus turned his head to me, his eyes were full of tenderness, he smiled slightly, "Yes. You are right, Minos." After a pause, he continued, "I am very lucky to have you by my side all the time. .”

Seeing that his mood was normal, my eyes flashed, and I sighed, "If you continue to dwell on the past like this, and feel sad for something that has happened that cannot be changed, dear Sisyphus... what is your name? How can I move out of Sagittarius Palace with peace of mind? I really can't watch you every day, and follow you."

"Moving out of the Sagittarius Palace? Minos..." His tone was a little cautious, his eyes a little distressed, "Sorry, did I make you unhappy again?"

I smiled, took his hand and put it on his chest, and said bluntly, "What, Sisyphus, the days when I was with you was a very happy time for me. But... I am not your wife, How can you live in Sagittarius all the time? How long? Will you leave until someone else takes care of you? For example, after you marry a beautiful girl like your heroic brother?"

He was slightly embarrassed, and the heartbeat under his fingers seemed to be violent.It was rare for him to tell for himself, "Minos, I have no intention of getting married and having children."

----When I heard what I wanted to hear, I almost couldn't hide my secret joy.But soon, his next sentence hit me hard.

"Jihad will come in a few years, I just want to focus on fighting for the goddess Athena."

In an instant, his words that he didn't plan to get married and have children even turned a little bad.His brother Leo and his beloved wife, he is fine, why does it look like he wants to dedicate his whole body and mind to Athena?

I became annoyed, annoyed that he only focused on the goddess, and annoyed that he still spoke out in front of me --- even more annoyed, he still had a firm look after he said it.

So, I said dryly, "You said you would protect me, Sisyphus."

"Minos, there is no conflict. I guard the sanctuary—you are also one of the beautiful worlds that I focus on and swear to protect..." He showed a kind expression, trying to encourage me, and squeezed Me, "Your vitality and wantonness, elegance and delicacy are all the beauty that I am willing to protect, and also the beauty that the goddess Athena loves, all things in the world, and human beings."

...What... this logic, am I not beautiful if I am not a human being?

"The warriors of our sanctuary and the goddess Athena will never let Hades succeed." Sisyphus finally said quietly, "The darkness of Hades is filthy, don't try to insult the world."

She wanted to shake off his hand, but was extremely reluctant.I endured sore teeth, forced my head up and smiled and said, "Thank you. I wish you the best of luck in fighting—but my mansion is finished! Naturally, I will leave here. Sisyphus, if you have time, Welcome to rest and rest."

In the warm spring days, I officially moved out of the Sagittarius Palace and came to live in a mansion outside the village of Roderio.The building is no less imposing than the Zodiac, with dazzling white columns up to a hundred feet supporting the eaves and porch.The interior is more magnificent, with gold leaf adorning the ceiling, the same amethyst chandelier hanging in the Palace of Versailles, an Austrian piano in the living room, a baroque style golden brocade sofa, and a gilded picture frame on the wall, hanging mirrors and Renaissance paintings. Famous paintings... It is said that the new servants who have been recruited feel that this is the abode of gods in the world.

And my focus is on the various collections and hot spring pools.The style of these two places is peaceful and natural, with lavender fine wood carvings and decorations like olive groves--I hope Sisyphus will come to visit one day, I hope he can appreciate the cognition, the Hades is really not Pure darkness and dirty wind, and the pure land of bliss, the pure land of bliss!A pure land of bliss like the residence of the Olympian gods!

Next, in order to deliberately make him miss me, I deliberately stayed in this mansion for several days without stepping into the sanctuary.Of course, at the same time, in order to find a sense of presence, remind Sisyphus of my existence----

"Hello, Yabofika." I sat lazily in the garden gazebo, brewing tea with Chinese porcelain, and greeted this peerless beauty.

Since I lived here, I have seen every day with Abfika who takes care of the roses in the Magic Palace.

"Do you want me to bring flowers to the goddess today?" He asked gently and politely.

----For ulterior motives, every morning I let the florist randomly collect a bouquet of various flowers, calling it my blessing to Sasha, and asked Yabo Fica to send it to the Pope's Hall.I heard that the yellow-haired girl is still very happy...

With a smile on my face, I always trouble you like this, Yabofika. In addition to sending flowers to Sasha today, please also send epiphyllum to Virgo Palace, and sunflower seedlings and pumpkin vines to Haska Ugh, I forgot he already called himself Arudiba."

"Arudiba passed by me the day before yesterday, and said that if he happened to be away, just hand over to his newly adopted children, Jabofika." I raised an eyebrow at him.

The corner of the beautiful Pisces warrior's mouth twitched, but he couldn't say no, "Okay."

Haha, starting from the Chinese rose, I used all kinds of flowers and plants to turn the poisonous rose, which refused to get along with people, into the current situation where I hold various plants every day, and have to deal with goddesses and companions My man, my sense of accomplishment is really extraordinary.

Sisyphus, did you see that?Is this your wish?

I looked at a certain place on the holy mountain in front of me leisurely, and asked in a low voice.

On the evening of the same day, after Yabofika came back from the sanctuary, she gave me Ashmita's gift of thanks - a string of bodhi bracelets.

"Thank you, Yabofika." I left the piano keys to pass the time, uh... the music and song just now, I don't know how long he listened quietly outside.

His eyes fell on the gilt-bronze vase next to the piano.It is full of white and solemn lilies,

I smiled, and seeing Yabofika's eyes showing a little appreciation, I hurriedly picked up a few flowers to form a bunch, and approached him without hesitation.

Jabofika tilted her body slightly, but she didn't resist me putting the flowers in his arms.Ah, the appearance of him wearing holy clothes and holding flowers is even more beautiful.

"I've always troubled you to send flowers to the goddess, and even asked you to send this and that, Yabofika, this is a small thank you gift, do you like it?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, "I come into contact with different flowers every day, and I feel colorful, different, beautiful and fresh. At the same time, dealing with friends is also very beautiful... Thank you, Minos."

"Haha, we are friendly neighbors."

After a while, Japafika told me that Sisyphus met him today and asked if I was okay, "Sisyphus seems to be worried that you will leave without saying goodbye one day."

"I'm fine, he doesn't have to worry. I'll tell him in advance that I'm leaving the sanctuary." I raised my hand and pressed the keys on the piano. If you don’t have time to go down the mountain and ask me in person, I completely understand and don’t mind at all.”

Yabofika looked at me, and suddenly said, Lord Ilias' memorial day is these few days, and Sisyphus will definitely lead Regulus to pay homage to Lord Ilias.

The news made me stand in awe, "Thank you, Jabofika."

-----I found that when dealing with Sisyphus, the facts are always completely different from what I expected and prepared.Don't worry about whether he misses me or not--I will find a reason to reappear in front of him tomorrow--how can I rest assured if I don't look at him?

Elias' real tomb is in faraway America.But within the sanctuary, there is also a memorial cemetery-the memorial cemetery for all the saints who died, and the goddess Athena set up to commemorate them and miss them.O, what a noble and glorious sacrifice!

On the following night when the stars and the moon flowed, I followed Sisyphus and Regulus to this place of remembrance and mourning in the sanctuary.I raised my eyes and looked at the tombstones engraved with names and ranks ----- the sleeping place of soldiers under the moss-covered stones, is it soft?Deep purple forget-me-not swaying in the breeze of longing, remember?

And the nightingale, the nightingale sings in the mist, does the melodious voice make the living and the dead feel peaceful?

Hehe... What a false place, suffocating falsehood.Athena's hypocrisy.

I looked at the back of Sisyphus, and heard him standing in front of the golden stone of Ilias, solemnly saying to Regulus something like "fulfill the duty of guardianship, and pass away peacefully".

A feeling gradually became desolate and sharp, and I even had the urge to hug him desperately and grit my teeth to tell the truth.

-----All of this, the so-called peace after sacrifice, is all fake! !Fake! !

Athena coaxed generations of human beings to work for her like this, only letting them see the halo of love and justice, but covering up the desperate ending. How on earth did she gain the love and respect of the saints?Why, as a god, should humans pay the most painful price to be the tool when she and Pluto competed for the earth?

My deepest nightmare so far was born on the night I visited the cemetery with Sisyphus and Regulus.

In the thick fog and infinite sadness, I wandered alone in the cemetery by myself.The petals are falling, the stars and the moon are dark, and the big stone is engraved, Sisyphus is golden.

Caressing the stele in a daze, I desperately comforted myself and said, it doesn’t matter, this is not true——

In an instant, I came to the frozen land of thousands of miles, under the blizzard and cold wind, I was wearing a dark robe, looking for the frozen golden wings, but under the layers of ice, he looked at me, his eyes were more than absolute zero. It's colder and more numb——I don't care, break the ice wall as I long for it, and hold him into my arms.But the last ray of consciousness of his soul actually called out in my ear with difficulty: "Athena..."

With a jolt, I sat up hard from the bed!I almost yelled at Lord Oneiroi and his bastards—then, I realized that I was still in the bedroom of the Sagittarius Palace, and the protagonist of the dream, Sisyphus, was sleeping peacefully next door.We had only said good night to each other a few hours ago, and his soft eyes and smile were the same as always.

At this moment, how is he?Is it okay?As soon as the injury on his body healed, he couldn't wait to start the battle training with Regulus, to cultivate a new golden Leo for the upcoming jihad--is this kind of life good enough?

Thinking of his tombstone in my dream, I suppressed the suffocation.Sisyphus, who was still in the ice hell and still focused on Athena----

The ever-burning fire of the bell tower of the sanctuary is clearly visible from the window.My face must be illuminated with determination--

I got up, my black eyes were burning with dark and quenching flames, which could burn the karmic fire of ice hell.

Sisyphus, who is devoted to Athena...

Facing the sanctuary outside the window, I swore viciously: the water of the Styx River, bear witness to me.All my wisdom, all my strength, turned into a strong shield, resisting any detail in the dream from becoming real.Water of the Styx, bear witness to me.I am the sword of Hades, the horn of holy war----I will tear and expel this so-called glory of Athena, the so-called peace, everything of Athena! !

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