To be king [Greek mythology]

the future of mankind as a whole.

"Tell me, can I use..." As he spoke, his words came to an abrupt end, the Typhon's teeth on his neck glowed faintly, and a warm breath penetrated from his chest into his body, shaking Serena's body. Puth's fatigue swept away.

Surpus was stunned for a while before realizing that this was a gift from Tartarus earlier.

This group of gods is also very hardworking.

"You will die." Minos shook his head. "Just creating a well will make you lie down for two days, and creating the future of mankind will make you disappear instantly."

Surpus put one hand on Minos' arm that was tightly hugging him, and stroked the white Typhon's teeth on his neck with the other hand. After pondering for a while, he replied, "Not necessarily."

"You still want to try this kind of thing?" Minos let go of Thurpus and walked in front of him, frowning with displeasure on his face.

"How is it possible, I cherish my life so much." Surps raised his eyebrows, feeling that his words were extremely convincing.

Minos thought it was true.

The reason why he didn't feel so nervous was because Thurps never did anything to hurt himself. To put it simply, he would never do anything that didn't take advantage of it—of course, it was still revenge. except for one thing.

"It's time to rest. Are you leaving now or tomorrow?" Surpus said, calling a warrior to get some hot water for a bath.

Minos rubbed his chin, and felt that he would not be a man if he left, so he followed his mood and replied lightly: "Tomorrow morning."

Thurps snorted, not surprised by the answer.

Thanadus, who was squatting outside to eavesdrop, was in a slightly complicated mood.

Did you miss someone... Oh no, God.

It is still a god that you use as a means of transportation. The God of Death feels that his dignity is gone.

the next day.

Minos returned to the battlefield of Salamis with a happy face, and promised his lover to take Salamis within half a month.

Thurps, on the other hand, got up from the bed with a gloomy face and went out to deal with things, feeling a little sore in his waist.

Hercules arrived with a large army a little faster than expected.

It was still a drowsy day with no sun.

Surpus looked at the silent and depressed Spartan army. Under the leadership of Hercules, they were like a giant beast resting, approaching this city-state that had changed its rule with heavy steps.

Seeing Thurpus standing on the city wall, Hercules ordered the army behind him to camp on the spot, and led a small team into the city gate that was already wide open.

Hercules feels a little restless these days, as if something is staring at him, but he still can't find it.

It wasn't the line of sight, but a kind of inexplicable attention—Hercules knew in his heart that this probably came from the gods or the existence above the gods, but even knowing it couldn't relieve the boredom in his heart.

Something is approaching.

Dangerous, cold and dark.

He knew that Surpus must know what was going on. Hercules had an intuition that there was something hidden in Surpus's heart. He didn't know what it was before, but he was able to vaguely detect it recently.

The outward expansion, the establishment of the temple of the god of the underworld, and the gods of the underworld that have been constantly appearing recently all made Hercules smell something abnormal.

After all, he has the blood of Zeus and the pseudo-godhead, and Hercules is much more sensitive to these things than other demigods.

Surpus, who was waiting alone on the city wall, turned his head to look at Hercules who climbed up the city wall.

"Does leading a team stress you out so much that you can't sleep, Hercules?"

"No, I just want to know, is something going to happen?" Hercules rubbed the curly hair on his head, "Don't hide it from me, I feel it, something is going to happen."

Surprisingly, Thurps did not refuse.

"I should have told you." Thurps took a deep breath, and the moist air from the sea breeze penetrated into his nostrils, cooling him, "Darkness is coming, Hercules."

Hercules didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"The time for the fall of the gods is coming."

Chapter 84

Hercules was stunned.

He just felt that he deserved to be kept such a big fact from Thurps.

He did not pursue Thurpus, but he thought that his relationship with Thurpus was definitely much closer than ordinary friends.

Hercules was very upset about concealing such a major matter that he could clearly feel was related to him and was intuitively very important.

But he was not happy, he never expected to hear such news.

Hercules stretched out his hand and stroked his chest to try to calm himself down, and then asked a little stumbled, "What does 'the time for the fall of the gods' mean?"

"It means literally, you should be able to feel it." Thurps pointedly looked up at the dim sky, "Look, the light is fading."

"Isn't it that the sun god is in a bad mood and doesn't go out recently..." Hercules said, his voice gradually faded after he met Thurpus's distant eyes, and he looked up. The sky in the skirt, for a long while, "Really?"

"There's no need to lie to you." Surps glanced at the dark Spartan army stationed outside the city again, turned and walked down the tower, "Cold and darkness are coming, and before that, we want to take Athens."

"Why did you take Athens?" Hercules paused, "Is taking back Attica more important to you than the survival of the entire human race?"

Thurps paused, glanced back at Hercules, and sneered, "Am I like this?"

Hercules regretted it when he said it, and was asked by Thurps, so he hurriedly went down the steps and said that it was not good.He knows exactly what kind of person Thurps is. Although he has a deep obsession with taking back Attica, he is not someone who disregards the overall situation because of this.The reason why he said he wanted to win Athens must have his own reasons.

Although Hercules knew what kind of person Thurpus was, he also knew that he could never keep up with Thurpus' thinking.

He is more suitable to be a warrior or a warrior than a counselor or a king. Hercules looked at Thurpus's back and opened his mouth to apologize, but found that his walking posture was slightly awkward.

Hercules narrowed his eyes, a trace of irritability flashed in his eyes, he chased after him a few steps, but finally asked Thurps about his future plans.

"Most people with demigod bloodlines should be more or less aware of it. Letting the gods of the underworld announce this matter is the next strategy. I need your help on this matter." Thurps said, "And with you Now, winning Athens will be much easier than imagined."

"Are you thinking too highly of me?" Hercules was flattered by Thurps' undisguised importance. "I have no chance of winning against Athena."

"Fight against Athena." Thurps repeated, and then snorted coldly, "That must be able to match up."

Hercules raised an eyebrow.

Thurpus' news is always quite timely. After knowing that the gods are about to fall, Hercules feels that it is quite normal to hear anything from Thurpus.

"Now among the demigods, the most prestigious person is you." Surpus did not tell Heracles what he meant by what he said before, but told him what Heracles needed to do, "but about all God will fall into a deep sleep, other demigods can't know too much."

Thurps can't guarantee that those demigods will believe this statement. If they don't believe it, the news may be revealed by demigods who want to please Zeus and other gods.

"So?" Hercules originally thought that Thurpus probably wanted him to tell the demigods about the coming darkness, but what Thurpus said just now made him a little bit puzzled.

"So you go and remind those demigods, don't just say what will happen, tell them to be careful recently." Thurps said, frowning slightly, looking a little regretful.

The power of the dusk of the gods cannot be resisted. Even those gods of the underworld who have snatched away their faith cannot last long under the power of the rules. When the time comes, the only ones who will support and protect mankind are those with the blood of gods flowing on their bodies. Demigod heroes.

Don't tell them the news now. When Tartarus couldn't suppress those ugly monsters at first, he would definitely lose some of his combat power if he couldn't prevent it.

Thurps felt a little pity, but there was nothing he could do.

Now that he has chosen to shoulder this responsibility, he has to make some choices and trade-offs. He cannot protect everyone, but he can sacrifice a small part to preserve the majority.

Hercules didn't think there was anything wrong with Thurpus' decision. Thurpus was willing to remind those who are not familiar with such a shocking secret that he had done his best - Hercules hadn't thought of the later He couldn't intuitively understand how terrible a world without gods would be.

Surpus reached out and touched Typhon's Fang, which was hung around his neck. Thinking of the previous conversation with Tartarus, he pursed his lips and felt a little annoyed.

Tartarus said that human beings rule the world. This is a development with established rules. It will be the same whether he intervenes or not, but he is a variable from another world.