To be king [Greek mythology]

The trumpets in that rhythm are hardly audible.

Today, however, all the Spartans heard the horns from behind the battlefield, two short and two long.

The actions of the warriors froze suddenly, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Their king is brave and resourceful, and even if there was a mistake in the past, he would only choose to make up for it in a roundabout way—they thought that the previous retreat order was the same, but the sound of the horn broke their imagination, and this time they directly made them retreat outside the city.

It's unbelievable, so unbelievable that it feels... shameful.

This is unlike any city-state!This is Athens!

It is Athens that has been against them since the establishment of the city-state!

It is the city-state of Athena who has been rival to Ares for countless years!

The excitement of breaking through the city gate in one go was instantly extinguished by the sound of the horn. Even though their hearts were full of blood, the warriors still obeyed the military order and retreated quickly.

Minos looked at the Spartan army who were being chased away from Athens by the blazing flames everywhere, and at the end saw Surpus who had a gloomy face and chose to die.

Surpus is not afraid of those flames. Even though he has already suffered a lot of burns, for Surpus who has Typhon's Fang, these wounds will heal quickly and cannot cause any irreparable damage to him , so no one is more suitable than him.

"Thurp..."

"I know, it's Athena." Surps looked up to see Minos' anxious look, raised his hand to put out the fire on his body, glanced at the burnt scars, expressionless.

It seems that Minos seems to have calmed down. Although I don't know how to calm down, it is a good thing for Thurps.

"Didn't Ares go back to Olympus?" Minos obviously thought of Thurpus together.

"Who knows, maybe the gods will turn enemies into friends when they are really facing slumber and fall." Thurpus was in a very bad mood, and his success all the time made him feel particularly bad about this retreat.

Even though he knew that this emotion was wrong, he couldn't suppress it at all.

"Calm down, Thurpus." Minos looked at Thurpus helplessly, wanting to say something, but found that the language was really weak.

He couldn't understand the feelings in Thurpus's heart very well. During those years in the underworld, he didn't pay much attention to the things of human beings.

Because everything is empty after death, sinners go to hell, good people die, and virtuous people enter the beautiful Elysee.

But he could clearly feel the anxiety and anger from Thurps, as well as the vaguely smelt sadness covered by these strong emotions.

Returning to the homeland will make people feel right and wrong, let alone regaining the homeland that has gone through war.

Minos sighed, and in the end just watched in silence as the warriors escorted by Thurpus withdrew quickly.

The city of Athens is full of light and warmth, but the outside of the city is dark and cold. The wind blows through the silent Spartan army outside the city, and the flames spreading from the city envelop Athens like a protection, isolating all prying eyes and threats.

Minos pursed his lips and quietly rubbed the medicine on Thurpus. The young king of Sparta looked at the lover who had bandaged his hand for a while, and squinted at the warrior leader who stayed in the tent to report the battle damage. .

The warrior leader put the leaf paper full of words on the table with a wink, and left quietly.

Thurpus's eyes were a little wandering, and he finally stopped on the brazier in the tent, pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, until the bandage on his hand was tied in a beautiful knot by Minos.

"I……"

"It hurts you?" Minos let go of the bandaged arm, and carefully held up the other arm that was stuck to the wound by the clothes.

"...No." Thurps paused, not knowing what to say after the conversation was interrupted.

"It's all stuck, bear with it." Minos said gently, and carefully tore off the clothes stuck to the wound.

The pain from his arm was bearable, but Thurpus got goosebumps from Minos' voice.Although Minos was usually quite gentle with him, it was really rare to speak to him with such a voice.

Has Minos really calmed down? I always feel a little abnormal.

Thurps glanced at Minos several times, while the latter just cleaned his wound seriously, applied medicine and bandaged it.

The young Spartan king shook his bandaged left hand, under which a thick layer of medicine was applied, making the wound feel cool and comfortable.

"I apologize," Thurps said, looking directly at Minos, tentatively.

Minos froze for a moment, then continued to apply the medicine, "What are you talking about?"

"Before...you know, there are so many people, I..." Thurps licked his lips and found the right words to justify himself for a while. In fact, he had nothing to justify. He shouldn't have Angry Minos.

"I don't blame you." Minos shook his head and began to bandage Thurps, "I'm worried about you, Thurps, I think you should tell me what you said before..."

Minos' unfinished words were interrupted by a sudden exclamation from the camp, and the two kings in the tent woke up at the same time, and rushed out of the tent without caring about the wounds on their hands.

As far as the eye can see, there are huge waves, as if they are going to engulf the entire land.

The white waves are surging, and the dark water wall more than ten meters high is vaguely shadowed. It seems that there are terrible sea monsters lurking, hiding infinite murderous intentions.

Thurps glanced at the city-state of Athens, which was still burning with flames, and narrowed his eyes.

"What do you think Poseidon is here for?" Thurps turned his head to look at Minos, and asked while wrapping the bandage around himself.

Minos looked at the huge water wall, felt Poseidon's divine power for a while, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's for Athena."

"..." Thurps glanced at Minos with a weird expression.

Chapter 91

In normal times, Thurps might even tease Minos for his slightly rude words when he was in a good mood, but obviously, now is not normal, and Thurps is really not in a good mood.

But Minos was willing to downgrade himself to please him, Thurpus was very useful.

It's not that Minos didn't want to let his lover relax. He looked at Surpus with comfort in his eyes, and when he saw Surpus's slightly relaxed face, a smile appeared on his face.

He didn't want Thurpus to really become a crazy person for revenge.

"I admit, I can't understand your feelings, but..." Minos stretched out his hand and wrapped Thurpus's clenched fist. Seeing him, the fist with white knuckles opened little by little, and the movement was very strong. However, the expression was gentle, "But I don't want to see you hurt yourself because of others."

Thurpus froze for a while, and stretched his fist obediently with Minos' strength, "These words are very nice, who taught you?"

"..." Minos' expression froze.

Thurpus snorted softly, watched the huge waves hit Athens in front of him, and slammed into the glorious pillar from the Parthenon with all his strength.

The soft radiance that had been dissipating in the air and making the whole world look a little sweet instantly condensed into substance, turning into a sharp sword, pointing sharply at the waves baring their fangs!

Thurpus squinted his eyes, feeling the smell of the sea in the air and the sharp divine power brought by Athena, who was in charge of war, that could easily cut through the skin.

This is the power of the gods, and mankind has spent the entire period of the gods under the rule of such power.

Minos, who has not been traced to who taught him those sweet words, was relieved. After observing carefully for a while, he found something: "Poseidon seems to be helping us."

You know again.

Surpus didn't say a word, he didn't have much affection for Poseidon, but considering that the master of the sea realm was robbed of his faith recently, Surpus didn't bother to say anything more talk.

Taking a step back, the fight between Poseidon and Athena is something Thurpus is quite happy to see happen.

At this time, it would be great if Ares didn't come out to join in the fun.

The icy sea water is not just smashing against the glorious pillars in the Parthenon, the sea water smashed by the beam of light patters like a curtain of rain, biting the city of Athens and the warriors. The sparks are extinguished together.

Wisps of green smoke filled the sky over the city-state of Athens, and the fog was a bit hazy.

The Spartan warriors who had withdrawn from the city looked at everything in front of them silently. The moist sea water brought by the wind fell on the scorched wound. The coolness brings a moist feeling to the wound.

"It's really helping us." Thurps was a little surprised, he thought that with Poseidon's arrogance, he would not care about the life and death of human beings at all.

In the world view of the gods, human beings are not qualified to give them an equal status.

"Oh, in the eyes of the great Poseidon, this should be called a gift." Minos shrugged, but Crete did not believe in Poseidon for a long time, and the new belief was busy waving over them The wings and the sword in the hand ensure the normal order of the reincarnation of the dead in the world and in the underworld.

"Maybe it's time to go up and try." Thurps rubbed his chin, eager to try.

Athena is shameless to directly intervene in the battle between humans, and it seems that there is nothing unreasonable about the many foreign aids of Poseidon on their side.

Surpus took a war horse from his confidant, jumped on it, and turned his head to tell the warriors not to stop.