Radiant Enemy

And Hilgna, who caused chaos in the entire God Realm and the human world, was strolling in this land.

With the expansion of Jason's territory, his ability is getting stronger and stronger. Although he can't follow his heart like Israel, it is more than enough to make several ghosts.

God Realm didn't actually want to start a war, but once the situation started, no one could stop it.

Not to mention Hades and Sea God who were eyeing the position of God King, Hilgna's elusive traces from time to time would always add a bit of hatred that could not be eliminated to this war.

The most interesting thing is that on this chessboard, Hilgna is the pawn standing outside the chessboard, an invisible third party.

The gods can't figure out why he still stays here, and the human beings don't even understand why Hilgna wants to protect them.

Although Chiron and Jason were the first to come into contact with Hilgna, they didn't know what this white-haired friend was busy with or planning.

The war that was supposed to take place between Greece and Troy was infinitely delayed because of the unquenchable battle in the God Realm.

Even Hercules brought the anonymous Prometheus to live in the city of Jason, so Chiron avoided being hurt by arrows stained with Hydra's venom and had to give up his immortality, thus The fate of dying in pain.

Not to mention Jason, he should have been crushed to death by the rotten bow of his beloved Argonaut amidst the betrayal of relatives, but at this time he was the lord of a large city, and even took advantage of the chaos of the war to kill him who was originally killed by his uncle The country that was taken away was also taken back.

The foundation supporting Mount Olympus tilted unknowingly. Although there was only a slight distance, too small to be noticed by humans and gods, it was indeed gradually tilting. Perhaps one day, all the gods and humans in Greece would See, as the symbol of the God Realm, which everyone and the gods yearn to live in, suddenly collapsed.

It was originally a pillar cast by human beliefs and the energy emitted by heroes when they were promoted to gods.

If you want to ask Hilgna what he wants to do, he just wants to test how to make the gods fall early, and by the way, let the age of mankind come earlier.

In this battle, the Greek gods fought each other, and the forging method of the god-killing weapon was also spread unknowingly. Basically, most of the gods and some human beings knew the method of smelting, but the real use of the god-killing weapon Weapons are few and far between.

However, Hilgner also understands that this is like a dangerous weapon in the finale, and will not be used unless necessary.

So he added more fire and sprinkled some oil to this already tepid war.

With faith, Hilgna looks more like a god, and with the help of the cloak, even Zeus will only think that Hilgna is a newly born god, and will no longer think that he is a god from a foreign land. god.

This is all based on the power gathered by the beliefs of Jason City.

During the years when the gods tested each other, fought each other, and then fell into a stalemate, with the help of Medea, and the aid of those powerful heroes who gathered together, Jason has built his kingdom beyond comparison. Powerful, and even gradually swallowing other cities and countries.

"I can only take you here, and you have to go the rest of the way by yourself."

Hilgna smiled and nodded to the fairy who led the way, and then stepped into the god who became the first unlucky god in this war of gods.

He was obviously stabbed by the god-killing weapon, but he didn't fall, but after gradually weakening, he fell into the eternal scar sleep that even the Dream God couldn't sneak into.

But obviously, he is still alive, but he just doesn't know when he will wake up.

Hilgna put his hand on the god's chest, checked his condition, and found that his body had formed a universe of its own, spinning endlessly to maintain the survival of the body owner.

Hilgna separated a sliver of divine consciousness, shaped it into his own shape, and moved towards the golden object at the center.

When he came in front of the huge golden thing that was as hot as the sun, he tentatively touched its surface with his hands, and suddenly a powerful force surged into Hilgna's body, he was startled , quickly pulled out his hand and took a step back, and found that the body that was originally just a condensation of spiritual consciousness was much stronger.

With the influx of powerful power, there is also its own memory, Hilgna murmured thoughtfully: "This is the godhead..."

What he devoured just now was part of the godhead, and when Hilgna absorbed the power of the godhead, the universe that was continuously running in the god's body dimmed and shrunk a lot.

"So that's how it is." Hilgna laughed happily, "The god-killing weapon can only damage the god's body at most. If you want to completely destroy the god, you have to take away and devour his godhead."

Hilgna left as quietly as if he had arrived. Although Mount Olympus was under martial law at this moment, and no gods could enter or exit without Zeus's order, this did not bother him.

"You are here, hurry up, if Zeus finds out that I brought you into Olympus privately, I will definitely be struck by thunder!" Hermes, the god of messengers, urged Hilgna, At the same time, look around vigilantly, lest any gods or fairies happen to witness their behavior of being an enemy.

"It's ready, thank you for bringing me to Olympus."

Hilgna smiled slightly at Hermes, then put the hood on the cloak.

Hermes muttered, "Why cover up such a beautiful face, it's such a waste."

For this God of Messenger who was on good terms with both God of Hades and God of Sea and well-informed, Hilgna just smiled and nodded to show that he knew, but he had no intention of taking off his cloak at all.

Hermes only said this verbally, this is the inertia of Greek male gods, and the situation is urgent, Zeus will notice this small corner at any time.

He grabbed Hilgna's wrist and walked out of Mount Olympus in a few moments.

After bidding farewell to the God of Messenger, Hilgna wandered on the desolate land, and saw that the weak country had been swallowed up by a more powerful country, and the country he had come to had long since changed its owner and king.

The gods enshrined in the temple have changed one after another, and the only thing that remains the same is the never-ending abundance of sacrifices.

Human beings have not changed much as before, except that siege technology and war weapons have become more advanced, they are still ignorant and miserable, and only the highest-level princes and nobles still enjoy it.

Hilgna strolled in this city, there were only a handful of hungry old people and sick young children on the side of the road. Even slave traders would not want these people, and they would just waste their food in vain. That's all.

Hilgner walked through the streets patrolled by soldiers with weapons from time to time, driving these old people and children who obstructed the city's appearance, and let them hide in dark alleys, so as not to dirty the eyes of the nobles by the side of the road.

Before he came to the temple with more traffic, the gorgeous and white temple was much cleaner and tidy than the street just now, and he could see the mellow sesame oil burning in front of the altar, and the altar was also placed on the altar. There are a hundred lambs and calves, and all kinds of watery fruits.

The priests who received the people who came to pray were plump and had kind faces, which was enough to tell that they had never suffered from hunger or pain.

Except for some upper-class princes and nobles in gorgeous costumes and fair skin, most of the people who were received were ordinary people with sallow complexions, tired but hopeful expressions.

Silgner heard the whispers of a couple supporting each other as they passed by: "In this way, will the gods bless us from poverty and hunger?"

"As long as we are devout enough, the gods will definitely bless us—the pain and suffering we have suffered before must be because the sacrifices are not enough to meet the needs of the gods."

He stamped his feet and looked back at the couple whose backs were so thin that their bones were clearly visible. At the same time, he remembered that they had just sacrificed a pair of lambs to the new gods of the city, and sacrificed a pair of lambs to the priests guarding the temple. A small bag of coins, as a fee for setting foot on the temple.

Hilgner has obtained the information he wanted, and also got what he wanted, and he can leave this world at any time.

He stirred up ambition among the gods, sent them to contend for the throne of god-king, and even brought most of the gods of Olympus into war with a few whispers; Jason, let him have the ability to protect the human beings involved in the war, and build a paradise.

——Hilgner even changed the fate of many heroes who were destined to fall under the influence of the gods, whether overtly or secretly.

With his exotic soul, being able to do this is already a feat that is enough to amaze the world.

But Hilgner was still not satisfied.

Just because the gods are still too powerful, and the day they are still on top of their heads, human beings will always be oppressed.

Even though he has been reincarnated so many times and even been honored as a saint, Hilgna has always regarded himself as a human being.

Human beings who are weak, full of ambition, changeable and pure, and will bloom in different colors.

He prides himself on being human.

I want to help the weak, I want to let those poor people get a full and happy life, I want them to no longer have to bear any oppression,

Hilgner had an idea in his heart, but this idea was too unimaginable and terrifying, and even he couldn't make a decision right away.

After all, this is not his world, but the human beings here.

Hilgna is like a prophet holding a torch. He wants to distribute this flame that can bring warmth and satiation to ignorant and ignorant humans, but he is worried whether they will be afraid of the light of this flame, whether they will die because of their ignorance. hurt by the fire.

Hilgner started his own journey again, he needed to use these eyes to judge and observe, whether he should implement the idea in his heart.

His footprints are all over the whole of Greece, whether it is rich, poor, remote, or prosperous, Hilgna has appeared.

The unknown bard wearing a pure white hood has won the favor of people everywhere with his beautiful singing voice and colorful and lively stories.

Later, as long as they heard that the bard was coming to their town, the people in the town would take the initiative to prepare delicious food and wine, just waiting for the bard to sing poems for them.

Hilgna's ability to compose poetry was taught by the Egyptian royal family and nurtured by a certain golden-eyed king of Israel. It is easy to compose a well-known movement.

What's more, he clearly knows what kind of story the Greek people want to hear at this moment.

In the stories he tells, there is no war, no hunger, no illness, and everyone can find their place in that dreamy country. There is no high or low occupation, even if you are a captured slave, you can rely on your own efforts. Become a respected official.

There are bright houses to live in, clean water to drink, delicious bread and barbecue to eat, no one will starve to death, and everyone can learn noble knowledge.

The pure white hero is depicted so vividly that no one suspects that it is just an illusory country, but they really start to think about how wonderful it would be if there was such a country in this world.

When they were feeling so emotional, many well-informed businessmen interjected: "I know of a country that is almost the same as in this story."

——Of course it is Jason City.

Hilgner didn't mention Jason City in the sung stories, but just mixed and compiled various stories he knew, but he got better results than he expected.

Many people who can't stand poverty, hunger, and war have decided to take their children and families to the beautiful Jason City, and merchants have also started doing business other than carrying goods.

A great migratory wind swept across the land.

Of course, those who would leave with their families are naturally poor people who can no longer survive. Those princes and nobles who enjoyed the people's fat, sipped fine wine, and rested gracefully in the soft cloth, of course sneered at Jason City.

"It's just a way to buy people's hearts. Let's see how long he can last like this."

The untouchables don't need soft and delicious wheat bread at all, they only need to eat grass roots and hard and toothless dry biscuits, not to mention fine wine and barbecue, Jason still wants to teach them knowledge?

How can those foolish people who can only shout tired and hungry, try their best to be lazy, and have to beat with sticks and whips to move forward?

All the kings were watching Jason's jokes, and none of them took seriously the fact that the people and slaves in their own territories were running away.

After traveling for a period of time, Hilgna took a boat from the mainland and came to this island called Scroos.

Its king, Lycomodes, warmly received this rumored bard with a beautiful and moving voice, who was on par with Orpheus on the Argonaut who put the red dragon guarding the golden fleece to sleep.

He set up a dinner party in the spacious hall, and asked his children and concubines to come out to see him. Silgner sat on the first guest seat on the left side, and beside him was the four-stringed musical instrument. .

This musical instrument known as the violin in later generations has an elegant and melodious sound, very penetrating power, and has a wider range. Coupled with Hilgner's singing voice that sings the story, it complements each other even more.

Princess Idemia, daughter of King Lycomodes, also took her seat with her veiled maid.

Princess Yidemia has a very beautiful appearance. As soon as she is seated, the whole hall suddenly lights up, and the eyes of the guests can't help but follow her figure.

However, the maids beside the princess are not too far behind. They are all beautiful and slender. The maid at the head has long hair that is as clear as olive branches and leaves, and a pair of smart light golden eyes that make people look sideways. vitality and spirit.

The other maids are certainly beautiful, but they lack the sassy and self-possessed spirit that this maid reveals from the bottom of her heart.

Although he was dressed very tightly, from the neck to the arms, and even the ankles were covered by off-white linen cloth, but the skin color that seemed to be exposed from the hem of the clothes was even more itchy.

This maid seemed to be very favored. Not only did the king care about her recent situation, she was even allowed to sit at the same table with the princess—just a little behind.

Sitting together, the two beauties are even more pleasing to the eye.

Hilgner tasted the delicacies at his table, but felt the eyes from the main seat.

When he followed this gaze, he found that the owner was the beloved maid beside the princess.

Hilgna lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding the maid's gaze that almost set him on fire—although there are many people in this hall looking at Hilgna with the same eager gaze, the gaze of the maid is also one of them. most fiery.

"Achilles, what happened to you today? Why are you so excited?"

Princess Yidemia asked her partner in a low voice.

The maid, no, was secretly entrusted to the king of Schyros Island by his mother Thetis. Achilles, the son of the hero Peleus, obviously did not drink, but his cheeks flushed with excitement as if he had drunk a lot.

"Even if you meet the rumored famous bard, you don't have to be so excited, right?"

Although she was also curious about the qin skills of the bard who was rumored to be wearing a cloak to cover his face, the princess couldn't help but look sideways at Achilles' unusual excitement. .

"I saw the hero who took an adventure with my father!" Achilles stared at the bard behind the desk, suppressing his excitement and whispering to his friend.

"That day, when the Argonaut set sail, my mother and I went to see my father off. I saw him at first glance, and then I couldn't take my eyes off his face."

Achilles can still recall to this day, amidst the frantic and joyful cheers, the appearance of a man who was as cold as separating this world from the next world quietly passed through the crowd.

Perhaps it should be said to be a coincidence, or perhaps it should be said to be fate. Achilles, who was hugged tightly by his father, was attracted by the colorful bouquet shaking not far away—after all, he was still young at the time, so he would naturally be attracted by the colors. Attracted by bright things.

It's just that when he was squeezed between the hugs of his father and mother, he looked around pretending that he didn't exist, and happened to see the couple holding bouquets embracing each other, and Hilgner happened to pass by them.

Hilgner walked through the scattered bouquets and the people who were embracing and saying goodbye to each other. Perhaps because the sun was so beautiful, it was not as hot as usual, but warm and pleasant. People couldn't help but want to feel more about it. The bone-crushing warmth of the sun made Hilgna not put on the hood, allowing Achilles to see his face.

That head of white hair that seemed to condense the brilliance of silver, and the calm blue eyes that were as clear as the color of the Aegean Sea in the sun seemed to embrace the whole world, so that the still young Achilles didn't know why, in the In the short moment of passing by, his eyes followed him and refused to leave. He even struggled to break free from the arms of his father, who was saying goodbye to his mother, and tried to grab that man with his short, not-so-long legs. The hem of the swaying pure white cloak.

Don't get me wrong, Achilles didn't intend to do anything, he just wanted to exchange names with this person who made him reluctant to take his eyes away after just one glance.

Achilles is quite confident that as long as he can catch up with him, he will be able to let the other party tell him his name—even if he is still a young child who is not as tall as Hilgna's waist.

But Achilles couldn't catch up with him, because Hilgna disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye, and Achilles was embraced by his mother who was chasing him, who softly reprimanded him for his nonsense.

Peleus kissed Achilles on the cheek for the last time, and Thetis hugged Achilles tightly, not giving him any room to slip out of his arms, and sent Peleus to the Argonaut. .

Achilles just happened to see the person he was looking for just now, stepping gracefully aboard the Argo along the lowered steps.

However, the short distance of a few steps seemed as far away as the sky. Achilles could only watch his back disappear on the deck of the Argonaut, and he was lost for a while.

Watching the Argonaut leaving with his father and the person who wanted to know his name, Achilles hadn't understood what parting was at that time, but he felt it vaguely in advance.

It was just a few short glances, and perhaps the regret that Achilles was unable to ask for the name of the other party, made him almost remember it until now.

Princess Idamia's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment for a moment. She didn't know whether to ask Achilles whether he had seen the face of the bard in the rumors, or whether he should ask that the bard was also on the Argonaut. hero.

"Then, Achilles, do you know his name?"

But Princess Yidemia soon became excited. Think about it, the bard who will play music and poems for them next turned out to be the crew of the famous Argo, which is a ship with many heroes. !

"Could it be that he is the harpist Orpheus who is rumored to be able to put the red dragon to sleep and the stone statue to cry? It really matches the deeds of this bard." Princess Idemia couldn't help but compare Hilgna and The hero, also known for his music on the Argonaut, boarded.

It is natural to have such an association. After all, Orpheus is the only one who is good at music on the Argonaut and can move people's hearts to such an extent.

And Orpheus is legendary, and can even play the musician who asked Hades, the king of the underworld, to allow him to bring back his dead wife from the underworld.

The author has something to say:

In a few more chapters, the Greek article will be over. Although I tried to express something through the article, it may be because my writing skills are not enough, so I couldn’t convey it well OTZ

He's always considered himself human, even though he's actually become less human, proud of being human.

This may be Hilgna's arrogance, but also his tenderness and compassion.

——He is deeply in love with humans.

The next chapter is India, and then there is the 7vs7 Holy Grail War that I am most looking forward to!The Chaldean Shura field that everyone is looking forward to will also be presented after that!

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