[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

As soon as I entered this fortified castle with towering spires, I was mentally prepared, and I was also slightly shocked. Human beings have a richer imagination than hell to punish the dead.

In the courtyard surrounded by thick stone walls, what kind of secret past events have been sealed off?Forced to smear honey all over her body, a young girl kneels among rosebushes, with a box of insects placed at her feet by a deadpan torturer.

Beneath the stained-glass rose window, there was a large bucket of ice floating in it.The girl was stripped naked and thrown into it, buckets of ice water were poured over her head, her face was already blue with cold.

The statue covered in moss in the cold place in the courtyard, and the empty stone eyes staring at what is opposite?I saw the tortured person jumping violently on the ground - because the oily paper was caught between her toes, the fire continued to ignite.

Bodies were being burned, buried, and devoured by vicious dogs around every corner.More maidservants, naked as lambs, were working in the yard, each trembling and shaking like chaff.

All the young girls didn't react at all to us entering the castle, they didn't call for help, they didn't panic, they didn't react at all.Because they have long since died—the dying scene was recorded by the City of Illusions, and then displayed to visitors like a scroll.

Sisyphus had already clenched his fists hard.There is infinite sadness in his clear eyes.And that sadness turned into a flame of anger when seeing the image of Elizabeth Bathory floating in the yard like mist.

I hastened to hold his hand—he clasped it tightly behind his back, as if to reassure me not to be afraid.

Elizabeth Bathory was nonchalant, and even said gracefully, "Sorry, my maids are not easy to handle. They are a bit clumsy, and the guests who came from afar laughed."

Sisyphus, who grew up in the sanctuary, and El Cid, who practiced persistently, have never been exposed to such careless blood and cruelty in their life experiences——Sisyphus trembled slightly with anger, "You!! "

The countess was stunned for a moment, but asked in confusion, "Gentlemen, these maids are all my private property. Could it be that I am bored and can't dispose of them?"

Her dark pupils were puzzled, and her long eyebrows were slightly frowned. "If there is any impoliteness, I apologize again, honorable gentlemen, and please forgive my master's incompetence."

This obsession of Elizabeth Bathory, representing herself, is she insane as in the legend, or is she just pretending?

In my opinion... what a contradiction between coldness and elegance.Her extreme disregard for these maids seemed to despise weeds.To her, killing is like tidying up the garden every day.She didn't understand at all, and she didn't understand what there was to be angry about.

But the two golden saints witnessed the atrocities and were furious, but they could do nothing: everything was just a shadow of an illusion.The real killing happened more than 100 years ago.The cold-blooded murderer in front of the legend has already been punished.Not only can they not save any tragic death, but they also have no way to eliminate the misty shadow of obsession as an enemy.

I had no choice but to bow slightly to Bathory, like an opera performance, and said, "Beautiful lady, we come from a civilized city, where it is considered barbaric and uncivilized to execute a servant. If a servant does something wrong If there is a problem, the noble master should use words to make them admit and promise not to do it again, this is the etiquette we follow."

Bathory sighed, "Thank you for your reminder. I've been stuck here for too long and haven't been able to go out. I don't know proper etiquette anymore."

With a wave of her hand, all the tragic images that appeared in the courtyard disappeared.Only the moonlight shone on the dark rock walls, glowing with a miserable white color.

She behaved exactly like a lady who entertains guests according to the etiquette, "Gentlemen, please feel free."

The figure of the countess disappeared into the corridor of the building again.This vaulted corridor leads further into the castle.

"No matter what, we need to find and destroy the things that support this nightmare castle." Sisyphus closed his eyes patiently, and then opened them, his eyes were as sharp as flames, "This is the extremely evil and cruel power of Hades- ---"

...It's obvious that human beings can't help being tempted. Well, it's obvious that human beings are killing each other. For the Hungarian nobles a hundred years ago, the maids were simply objects at her disposal... I defended a little in my heart.

After he said something to El Cid with an ugly face, he turned to me again, "Minos, I'm sorry, I let you witness such a scene... And the next one, I'm afraid it will be even more bloody and cruel. I'm sorry."

Sisyphus' simple words made me look up quickly, acting like a warrior without the slightest sign of fear - "I'm not afraid."

Then he added, "With you, I'm not afraid of anything."

Inside this Gothic castle, a strong smell of rust and blood seems to emanate from every crack in the bricks.The dim glass windows cannot see through the light, and everything is dark.Only the torches illuminated on the wall ignited faintly as we walked.The flickering flames reflected the hereditary armor and ancient family portraits on both sides, making them more profound and strangely beautiful.

Sisyphus held my hand tightly in this dark castle passage.The callus in his palm lightly caressed in my fair and slender hands.I felt that his fingertips were glowing and hot, and the comfortable burning sensation spread from the place where I held it to my heart. I chewed and tasted the warm feeling of the ironing paste repeatedly, secretly happy.

Elizabeth Bathory's obsession emerged like a ghost and accompanied her.With her unique sweet and cold voice, she even made introductions one by one with pride.

"The owner of this set of armor is the ancestor, known as the mighty guardian of the earth. He got such a reputation because he defeated the Turkish enemy and saved the country. He crucified all the [-] pagan soldiers who invaded their homeland. Execution. The earth soaked red with the blood of the enemy is sacred and magnificent."

I thought to myself, so, the Countess of the descendant simply regards life and blood as nothing, because killing another man is called making meritorious deeds.

And the portrait hanging on the wall, I recognized Elizabeth Bathory herself at a glance.She was wearing a Hungarian aristocratic costume, a dark red dress with pearls and a large gauze collar.A pair of dark and beautiful eyes contain intelligence and pride, staring straight at the passerby from the portrait.

But... I really want to sigh, if the maid who stands tremblingly beside the portrait doesn't have the corner of her mouth torn to the root of her hair by the torture instrument, I will appreciate this painting even more.

Sisyphus squeezed my hand harder.I want to see the expression in his eyes clearly - is it the disgust and anger for this beauty?Or is it deeply sympathetic to those who have suffered tragic torture?

My beloved Sisyphus, please don't be sad, don't let that tender heart be hurt by witnessing the deeds of human beings themselves.Human beings are like Athena's false love, not worthy of your protection.Only me - I will guard you, protect you, and wait for you to see clearly.

All the tragic scenes in the courtyard and the castle were just the appetizers of a bloody feast.When we searched and investigated the underground prison in order to end this nightmare city of illusion, we saw the real nightmare.

On the stairs of the dungeon, there are dozens of dead bodies hanging upside down, like dull blood-stained wind chimes.Without exception, the chest was gouged out, the hair was pulled out, the cut flesh was turned out hideously, and the remaining blood droplets stained the floor tiles greasy.

In the execution room, a huge steel cage full of spikes was filled with young girls.The torturer scalded the tender skin with red-hot iron tongs—the girls cried and avoided, their limbs inevitably collided with the spikes during the collision and dodge, so the blood flowed out and pooled on the lower layer , in a delicate glass vessel.

There is also the famous instrument of torture, the Iron Maiden.It looks like a beautiful statue of a young girl with a lifelike face and a smile at the corner of her mouth.But when the mechanism is activated and it opens its arms, the victim standing in front of it will be hugged tightly, and the hollow figure will be opened like a box. When it closes again, five sharp blades will penetrate the victim's body, So the gurgling blood flowed out from the bottom of the figure like a spring, and flowed into the guide groove----this is the blood with the body temperature of a girl, who will enjoy it?

"My bath water is ready to give me youthful beauty," Elizabeth Bathory's voice enthused, as if talking about how much rose oil was added to the water.

What kind of compassion for human beings, what awe for life, in this nightmare castle built by illusions, there is nothing at all.

This is even more exaggerated than the execution in hell... Human beings have great potential.I found it strange, and I kept my eyes on all this while thinking about it——but the arm I was holding tightly to had become harder than cast iron, and the turbulent heat could be transmitted to my hand through the coat... Sisyphus, he was angry, a person who is usually so gentle, the small universe is boiling at this moment.

I quickly put on a pitiful expression on my face, so as not to be out of tune.

However, where are the traces of Phantasos, the God of Illusion?

In this dungeon that represents the dark and bloody side of human beings, the saints who have extremely keen five senses, and even have a seventh sense, are searching hard.

Sisyphus and El Cid endured the appalling sight of various bloody corpses, and endured the sounds of prayers and pleas pouring into their ears—even the strongest sanctuary gold warriors, facing Everything that has long passed, no one can do anything about it.

Is this uncomfortable feeling that can't save any phantoms also tormenting them?Make the soul suffer?

Sisyphus——I leaned on him tightly, and let him half kneel in front of a young girl who was about to die.

Extreme blood loss has made life pale and blue.The nameless girl opened her eyes wide, and before the last bit of light went out, I heard her mutter, "Daddy...Mom...I'm in so much pain..."

Sisyphus reached out his hand, but he only touched the phantom like the reflection of the water.The girl opened her eyes blankly, and the expression before she died has been frozen on her face forever - and it has been recorded and then displayed.

He slowly covered his eyes.My breathing also became choked--I suddenly felt sad, and with a pleading voice, I called out to him, "Sisyphus, Sisyphus..."

"All this has long passed. The countess has long since died in the bedroom where she was imprisoned. All we see is the illusion under the magical barrier, which is the inner obsession world of the countess. We only need to find the way to gather the power of the barrier. That item can tear down this castle and restore everything to its original state."

"I know, Minos. It's just..."

"The unforgivable god of evil, the unforgivable Hades—" he said every single word.After putting down the palm, the soldier's eyes filled with the color of life and death.

I silently discerned for Hades in my heart, the ones who actually did this act, the accomplices, aren't they all living human beings?Uh, it's the tempted humans, but who let them take the bait?

Since the search of the dungeon was fruitless, there was only one most suspicious place left in the castle, the countess' bedroom.Phantasos must rely on something, instead of himself, to support the entire Bloody Castle with illusionary power.

Our group, with different moods, walked towards the core of this nightmare.

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There is no El Cid in Miza's field of vision.