[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

The Orleans girl Joan of Arc was executed for 20 years before her heresy charges would be denied by the court.I remember that the Baron did not see this day, and after destroying many lives, he finally destroyed himself, at the age of 36, he chose to receive the same punishment as Joan of Arc——burning at the stake.Under the licking of Lie Yan (raging flames), he achieved the same goal by different routes.

Now, even if Joan of Arc is restored by the court tomorrow, it is useless.Because with the baron's crazy and repressive power, what he wants is far more than the goddess in his heart being re-trialed and restored to innocence.

He wants her.A man desperately longs for love, for real human beings.When he was asked to be the lieutenant general, he stared at the young girl coach who was drinking horses by the river.In every fierce fight, the brave girl who made his love deeply rooted in his heart and took the lead.

During the day, Baron Gildrey still looks like a soldier and nobleman: he speaks little and hides his determination to the world and God under his indifferent temperament. He patrols the territory below the mountain as usual, and his servants take care of all kinds of things according to orders. Everyday, inside and outside the castle seems to be peaceful - he doesn't care at all, the extremely irreverent behavior of a sword piercing through the cross representing the authority of the gods falls in the eyes of the visitors.

Alas, born of love, deep obsessions turn into flames of pain.It has burned him for a long time, and it gets worse and worse day by day. He doesn't care about being an enemy of the beliefs of the world. There is only one temptation left, and he will plunge into darkness and terror without hesitation.

As a guest who was invited to inspect the fief together, I was riding on a horse. I saw the baron dismount from the black horse, stepped forward and carefully looked at the handsome farm boy in front of me. After a while, He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He ordered that the bran-removed bread, which was only enjoyed by the nobles in the castle, be generously donated to the farmhouse-the family was so grateful that they almost kissed the baron's heels.

Is this feeding before capture and slaughter?

Witnessing the prelude to the baron's path of degeneration, Sisyphus' expression became more and more serious.I quietly pulled the rein, walked side by side with him and whispered, "Aren't we waiting for the coming day?"

But Sisyphus began to try to persuade Gildrey with methods.He even took the initiative to drink with Baron Gildrey at dinner every night and listen to the baron's frenzy.

Before Guildre broke into despair, the best soldiers in France and the best fighters in the Sanctuary could still chat——Sisyphus secretly induced him to recall more during the conversation, and Joan of Arc on and off the battlefield The kindness that exudes.

No massacre, no torture, no fear.For the sake of faith, death is like home.The baron talked endlessly about the past.But when it was mentioned that when retreating back to Compiègne, the girl was captured and finally sentenced to death because she ensured that everyone else returned to the city safely. Burn wildly.

Died of virtue.Died to save others.Look at this cruel world, the fate given to those with a clear heart.

I was in the same room with Sisyphus at night, and the lime blossoms outside exuded a slightly bitter fragrance. I stood in front of the French window with my back to him, trying to hide a hidden worry in my heart that could not be uttered—virtue would hurt dead person's.I thought fiercely, but I, no matter what, would not let this happen.

Taking a deep breath, turned around, and said bluntly to the man I was worried about, "It's useless, Gilderrey's entire belief has long since collapsed with the death of Joan of Arc. This may be the pinnacle of a man's love for a woman... Dear Sisyphus, I am afraid that your methods will not be able to persuade him."

"If the person I love deeply suffers misery and pain because of the name of God and because of his own virtue... then he will no longer believe in God, and even turn his back on the world of God. I can understand his feelings." I said softly.

Sisyphus walked up to me, and he looked at the dark chaos below the mountain - only the rich and nobles lit up lights at night in this period.I looked at his profile, looked at the shining indelible brilliance in his pupils, and advised him, "Let's do it directly."

"I still want to give it a try. Minos. You have also read a large collection of books. Is there any book that records what the baron and Joan of Arc experienced together in those years, which few outsiders know? I have a plan."

He told me what he planned in his heart——when the power of horror and phantom gathers, in the name of the baron's favorite Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc who has already gone to heaven sent an envoy to persuade him in the name of love.

Interesting, it turns out that sincere and deep love can be used in turn for redemption.

I smiled and expressed my understanding. "When the time comes, you will put on the golden holy clothes and spread your wings... This is an ability that their world cannot understand. I hope that the baron will be brought back to the right path by the light of your holy day."

As a good companion, I reached out and held his arm, and said firmly, "I will fight with you, Sisyphus."

When the blue irises, the free and broken flowers representing fate, bloomed on the soil inside and outside the castle, the incarnation of Ikros, the god of horror and fantasy that we have been waiting for, finally appeared.

It turned out that 300 years ago, Ikeros came to the world to lure human beings, and the skin he used was very good----I watched this baron introduce Francois into the castle and will be the new steward.

The black cloak with the shawl hung down to his ankles, and Francois, with curly black hair, suddenly stepped forward and sniffed Sisyphus and me——"Both of you have a weird and troublesome smell."

Hahahahaha, the Oneiroi 300 years ago has never seen me, let alone the golden saint Sisyphus.But he was a little jealous of us out of instinct. When he lowered his voice and said something to Baron Gildrey, his eyes were still staring at our direction like wolves.

It's a pity that no matter how low the voice is, we can still hear it: living sacrifices are used to establish a connection with the underworld for transactions. The more blood offered, the stronger the connection, which can turn the ore into gold and resurrect the dead.

And the candidate for the living sacrifice - Francois stared at me with more malicious eyes.Hey, is this counted as murder with a borrowed knife?

Gildrey pondered for a while, then shook his head slightly, "I'll offer you another one. They have absolutely nothing to do with this matter."

----The reason why he didn't choose me is probably because the baron didn't attack the nobles, or because of the meager friendship with Sisyphus?That bit of undying human heart?

Francois, who has a handsome appearance, quickly overshadowed the castle in the castle, and the baron obeyed him.Sisyphus and I were politely housed in a wing away from the main building.Obviously, they didn't want to be disturbed by someone who was secretly preparing for the ceremony.

The 17-year-old boy from the farmhouse under the mountain was taken to the castle, and the baron used the guise to train him to be a knight.And when this youthful body wearing a set of armor and cumbersome stockings appeared in front of Gildre's eyes--his pupils were ignited with obsession.

That moment finally came.

In the middle of the night, Sisyphus and I quietly hid outside the conference hall to monitor the movement inside: all the servants have been dismissed long ago, which is convenient for us.

There was a strong draft inside.A huge six-pointed star has been engraved on the floor, and I digressed to think that François, who was standing in the center burning incense, looked like he was wearing nothing under his cloak!The blazing flames reflected his bewitching face, making one believe that he was communicating with Hades.

The young victim had already been cleaned and bathed, and he had also applied sesame oil.The young man was ignorant of what was about to happen to him: he would be knocked unconscious to the ground, then cut open his neck with a sharp knife, and the splashed blood would flow into the basin, and then be smeared in the hexagram sacrifice array.

Finally, it was skinned and dismembered.The heart and the fat-containing leg bones and other parts of the body will be placed in the fire of the sacrificial array and burned.

When this series of sacrifices is complete, will Joan return?of course not.How can it be so easy to open the passage from the underworld back to the Yang world?Foolish human beings, Hades, the king of the underworld, has a very noble taste. Unless he can play the most beautiful piano sound in the world like Olufi, he may ask the king of the underworld.

Use human sacrifices?Go dreaming.But isn't it just a dream?I smelled myrrh and sage—François was throwing handfuls of herbs into the fire, which, when burned, gave people hallucinations.Therefore, the baron will probably see his wish come true in a hallucination.

The god of horror and fantasy, his real name lives up to his name.

I was thinking wildly, until I heard a bang, and the peasant boy was knocked out and fell to the ground—the ceremony was about to begin! !

"Stop!" Sisyphus yelled resonantly, just like a heroic warrior in mythology, he appeared upright and stood at the gate.I looked at his back, smiled, and followed closely.

"You have been deceived, Baron," he said straight to the point, "this ritual will not bring back Joan of Arc, but will drag you down to hell and become a source of horrible nightmares. Is it? François!? Or should I call you , horror dream?"

Francois' face suddenly became extremely exciting.As he roared, his originally handsome face also became ferocious, somewhat resembling his later appearance.He tore off the cloak - the densely packed heads representing nightmares were surging one after another like boiling water!

"careful!"

He understood, and with a brilliant golden light, the golden holy garment of Sagittarius was already worn on his body, "Evil Oneiroi who wantonly plays with human beings, go back to your dark world!"

He pointed his bow and arrow and aimed at Francois, but he didn't launch a blow to kill the fantasy incarnation.Sisyphus is burning his own small universe, suppressing the human Ikros!

The rudimentary form of the terrifying nightmare that surged like boiling water in his chest was pushed back into his body—the God of Horror Dreams neighed, his fangs appeared, and his face became even uglier.

So strong! !Although Ikros used his avatar, he was also a god after all, so he was able to be suppressed so thoroughly by Sisyphus——but, Sisyphus, what is he doing to consume himself like this?

Between the fire and the light, I already understood, and I kept yelling in my heart that his good old man's problem had flared up again.He refused to shatter the illusion with one blow, and let this terrifying power collapse immediately from the source, because he was still thinking about saving others!

Baron Gildrey - the expression he stared at us was not fear, but excitement! !Excited that there really is a god descending in this world!Then Joan of Arc's resurrection must be successful, even if he worships the god of hell, he doesn't care! !

Now it's all about acting.Sisyphus suppressed the God of Dreams with all his strength, it's best not to be distracted----I brushed my hair and walked towards the baron without any panic.

With a gentle smile, I thought to myself, what is the light of Our Lady that illuminates the darkness?Who doesn't know how to use a magic stick?If Guildre can trust François, why can't he trust me?

Let me tell you, "Mr. Gildera, we are the real angels - one of the gods in the sky. Fire and death, but let Joan give birth to white wings on that day, she His soul is already in a place of incomparable beauty."

I stood in front of the glass-paneled windows through the moonlight, and under the mottled colored streamer, my silver hair flowed—there must be a kind of quiet and sacred beauty.

Recalling the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, I described it with eloquence, "A white marble palace stands on the endless field, where golden spikes and irises are always in bloom. There is no sorrow or pain, only love and longing. Miss Joan of Arc, she entrusted us I ask you, do you remember the night of the Battle of Paris?"

Baron Gildrey's eyes widened, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

"That night, you were the one who comforted her who had almost lost her mind. In the tent...you gently touched her cheek and comforted her, please face the reality, brave Joan."

----This is a secret word that is only recorded in the underworld and never known to outsiders.When the murderer Gildrey was facing trial in the first prison court, his life was preserved by Luni like a classic. At this moment, a top-secret fragment was told by me. In his heart, am I a god or who?

"Miss Joan also wants me to tell you this now, Mr. Gilderley, she is no longer alive, please face the reality and don't be deceived by heresy and magic. She also wants to say, thank you. On the battlefield What she wants to do, thank you for helping her accomplish it—then can she ask you again for what she didn't do?"

"What...does she want me to do?" The baron was like a drowning man, clinging to the thread of driftwood.

I adjusted a more benevolent and gentle expression, imitating the god who loves them in human imagination, smiled slightly, and said solemnly, "After taking off the armor of war, continue to guard this land and the people living on the land until the hair is gray, Children and grandchildren around her knees. She will always be smiling, looking at you and praying for you, please be happy in this life, Mr. Gildray."

Hearing this, the baron trembled all over, and buried his head in his palms——

I continued to express my feelings with compassion, "Her gratitude and longing will be with you for the rest of your life, Baron, do you feel the wind blowing from the sky? Does it look like she is riding a horse galloping in the green field? You can smell the sun Shining on the fragrance of clover? Does it look like her face looking up at victory? Mademoiselle Joan, I will accompany you everywhere."

The baron hissed again, "Is it just that I can see her clearly again?"

Alas, this obsession.Don't waste all your efforts if you are not careful.

I smiled, "As long as your soul is pure, Miss Joan of Arc will come to pick you up in person on the last day, and you will definitely see her white wings and her smiling face for you."

I was almost moved by myself.

There was a new light in the Baron's eyes--the light of inner hope.The cold and crazy face that originally had a decisive look, under this brilliance, became like the face of a loyal soldier who swore an oath.

It seems that hope is really the most beautiful word in the world, as Sisyphus said.For the sake of beautiful hope, human beings suffer fearlessly, shed blood, shed tears, and are willing to endure the long night of loneliness.

Does this count as redeeming the Baron?I turned my head to look at Sisyphus, who suppressed the incarnation of the god into a mess——his small universe was burning hot and brilliant, and his pupils were full of bright light of joy.

It seems that I have played really well, and I am worthy of the name of cooperative battle, right?

He rushed at me, nodding his head slightly.

I understood, and kindly said the last sentence to the baron, "Please bathe in the holy light----"

At the same time, Sisyphus launched an attack on the dreamer in human skin.

François, or Ikros, screamed, "I am God!!! You wait for me!!!!" The golden arrow has carried a powerful light universe, and it hits his body---- The light, the golden light covered the sky and covered the earth, surging out like brilliant fine sand, suddenly burying the world in front of me.

This fantasy enchantment is broken.Sisyphus!

At the foot of the brilliant golden core, along the direction of the arrow just now, another road like a reflection is derived.I cried aloud, Sisyphus!

The golden winged figure separated from the core, and in the next moment, he hugged me tightly, "All the illusions are collapsing, and my small universe is supporting the opening of a road, Minos, let's go!"

The enchantment afterimage of the illusion dream, the enchantment shards of the horror dream, flying in the void around us--I saw the baron's dream of the voice of the heart shining like a diamond, and he murmured, "Whether it perishes Or die, I love Joan." This is the truth of love.When the evil nature was driven away by the golden arrow and the splendor was guided, the illusion and terror completely collapsed, and Phantasos and Ikros lost their respective sources of power in the dream world.

And my beloved Sisyphus, who confronts the incarnation of the Illusion God, is still above him--dazzling demeanor is better than strength.I leaned against his golden holy garment, and this man held me firmly in his arms. I wanted to look up at his face, but unfortunately, the time was too short. This sense of down-to-earth——we have returned to the real scene.

What a strong wind——the mountain wind is so cold that it blows my hair——

Sisyphus, he has not let go of me for a long time, staring at me --- the joy in his eyes is beyond words.Gently, he stretched out his hand to straighten my messy hair——fingertips touched my forehead and cheeks, and the sudden numbness of my skin made me almost unsteady.

He held my arms again, gently and proactively embraced me deeply.

My heart was beating wildly, and I heard him let out a breath in my ear, as if he had finally let go of his heart, "At least you are not hurt at all, Minos."

...the thick is cherished.I quickly responded, "With you here, of course I'm not harmed at all. You are my protector."

He smiled brightly at me again.I was a little dazed - until El Cid, who still had an iceberg face, came forward and broke the intimacy between me and Sisyphus.

While Sisyphus was talking to El Cid, he was also paying attention to me from the corner of his mind.Like, I'm afraid I won't be seen by running around, or I'll fall down in embarrassment.

Because, the castle of the countess, which has broken the illusion, is nothing but ruins.Only the moon in the sky hangs high above the ruins as always. Its bright brilliance can't be blown away by the wind, making darkness and bright colors mottled and intertwined among the remnants of the rocks, forming a strange barren beauty.

I bent down and touched it. There was a bunch of nameless silvery-white lavender flowers rustling in the wind in the crevices of the rocks. I felt very happy.

Because, hey, Sisyphus didn't hug El Cid to celebrate their successful cooperation--I was the only one who got that treatment, I observed smugly.According to El Cid, he only waited outside the mirror for half the night.

Sisyphus and I lived together in the horror dream for more than a month--it was a pleasant and satisfying experience.

I looked at the figure standing on the ruins with golden wings, and thought reluctantly, when will we be able to play freely in the dream world again?