courier in movie world

Chapter 777 Blasphemy
Argos.

This is a majestic giant city standing on the coast. One side of the city is close to the sea, and the other side is close to the mountains. The natural geographical environment makes it impenetrable.

After hundreds of years of development, Argos has been built into a magnificent human miracle.

The city is divided into upper and lower districts.

The two cities are separated by high walls and guards.

Ordinary freemen and slaves lived in the lower city, where fish and snakes mixed together, and many people from other cities and countries were welcomed every day.

It is a hotbed of crime and a cradle of fortune for traveling traders.

In the upper city separated by a high wall, there are noble officers and their relatives and family members of the entire country living there. In addition, there are servants and slaves serving the nobles of the entire upper city.

The prosperity and luxury here are entirely the result of the support of the entire downtown area.

At the highest point of the upper city was a magnificent palace. Dragu left the place where Mawson was imprisoned and, supported by a group of soldiers, came to the main entrance of the palace.

He is the leader of the palace guards, and he is also a well-known swordsmanship master in the entire Argos. Regardless of the ability to kill enemies in the army, or simply compete with swordsmanship, no one in the entire Argos is likely to be his opponent.

"grown ups!"

The court guard bowed his head.

"His Majesty the King is waiting for you."

Draco nodded, "I understand."

He patted the guard on the shoulder, "Tomorrow is a big day, so be vigilant and don't make any mistakes."

Keng!
The guard clenched his weapon tightly.

"Yes, my lord!"

Drago pushed open the inner door of the palace with a heavy heart.

"Hahaha!"

The music was playing, the palace was brightly lit, and King Cepheus was sitting on a gorgeous bench. Beside him were two beautiful fair-skinned girls, whose bodies were only decorated with some poor fabrics on key parts.

One poured wine, and the other fed the grapes in his mouth to Cepheus with a chuckle.

Seeing Draco walk in, Cepheus' eyes regained clarity, he waved his hand, and the maids and servants around him retreated, and soon he and Draco were the only ones left in the room.

"Is it all arranged?"

asked Cepheus.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"The Oriental is tall and muscular, at least on the surface he looks like a powerful fellow."

"But do you really decide to make him the last sacrifice of the celebration?"

Drago hesitated.

"Your Majesty, this will offend the gods!"

In the annual celebration ceremony, what attracts the most attention is the final duel event of the celebration. Argos will select the most powerful warriors and offer the most exciting fight.

Then use the blood and life of the strong to sacrifice to the gods. The stronger the dead, the higher the standard of the celebration, and it can also reflect the devotion to the gods.

In the original plan, it was the undefeated legend Achilles and the powerful slave warrior Maka who dedicated this final battle.

The winner will be rewarded by the king and set free.

But now the final candidate has been temporarily changed to an unknown oriental.

In Argos, orientals with black hair and black pupils are rejected by mainstream society. Because of their hair color, they regard orientals as heretics and offspring of demons, which are ominous symbols.

In such a celebration prepared for the gods, it is a kind of blasphemy to send an oriental man to the highest arena and then sacrifice to the gods, no matter how you look at it!
This will be condemned by God!

In their minds, if they fight Achilles, the oriental man is doomed.

"It's your job to do Argos' defense well, Drago."

Cepheus' voice was low, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind.

"His Majesty……"

"If I want to please the gods, I can fight in person..."

Cepheus raised his hand.

"god?"

He sneered.

"They have stayed in the sky for too long, it is time to be pulled down from the altar!"

"We enshrine the gods and provide them with cattle, sheep, food and beautiful young women, but what have they done for us?"

"Continuous war, hunger, plague, and death!"

Cepheus stood up.

"I've had enough of this!"

He fixed Draco's eyes.

"What about you?"

"Have you forgotten how your daughter died?"

"Or is your blood already cold?!"

Cepheus snorted coldly.

Drago bowed his head.

"I understand, Your Majesty!"

"But now we are weak. Have you forgotten Acrisios?"

"He angered Zeus and the whole country turned into scorched earth..."

"It is said that Zeus also defiled his wife, which happened and he had to sink his beloved wife and newborn child into the sea."

"Stop talking, I've made up my mind."

"Even if it costs me my life and the whole country, I want the gods to hear my voice!"

Kefusi's old face was not angry and prestige, at this time he was not as flustered as before.

"Tomorrow's celebration is just the beginning. I have already sent people to Parsos."

Drago raised his head sharply, "Your Majesty!"

"Are you going to knock down the statue of Zeus?"

Cepheus nodded.

"After tomorrow, Argos will no longer need gods, and humans will no longer need gods!"

…………

"grown ups……"

The door was knocked lightly, and a familiar voice came from outside the door. It was another woman who served Mo Sen to take a bath last night. Mo Sen remembered her name.

Chloe.

"It's getting late, you should get up."

Mo Sen opened his eyes, turned over and got off the bed, clenched his hands slightly, and a familiar force emerged from the depths of his cells.

The process of assimilation is slower than he imagined. Although it may be difficult to be as unscrupulous as in other worlds, it should be enough to protect yourself.

The most urgent task is to understand the background and power of this world as soon as possible.

Hearing the noise in the house, Chloe pushed open the door and entered. It was getting brighter, and only then did Mawson notice that the woman named Chloe was a brown-skinned beauty.

But whether it was due to her personality or due to status restrictions, she lowered her eyes and did not dare to make eye contact with Mo Sen.

Picking up the armor lying next to her, she equipped Mosen one by one.

This kind of special armor prepared for etiquette is extremely cumbersome, and it is impossible for one person to wear it.

At this time, a maid came in with a tray, on which were rich food, mainly meat, and a jug of wine.

"The celebration starts in the morning, but the gladiatorial fight will probably have to wait until the afternoon. After this meal, I will take you to the small room, where you can do some simple training and re-select a few weapons."

Chloe said softly.

Mo Sen nodded and ate all the food on the plate. He didn't know how the engineer did it. Not only could there be no trace of eternal fire in his body, even the energy core in his chest All disappeared.

The energy provided by food to him was far beyond Mawson's imagination. Mawson could even keenly feel the abundant energy fluctuations in the air.

"What kind of world is this?"

Out of curiosity, Mo Sen followed Chloe out of the room.

(End of this chapter)