To be king [Greek mythology]

Something is wrong.

However, after returning to Olympus, Athena had no more mood to care about other gods.

Her strength also began to drain rapidly, and within a short period of time, she almost fell into a deep sleep.

Athena had no choice but to take back the divine power she had left in each city-state that believed in her one by one, so as to relieve her desire to sleep—after all, no one knew whether she would wake up from this sleep.

Athens is already the last city-state, and Poseidon probably discovered something, so he directly surrounded Athens, which represented her face in the world, and even helped Sparta occupy Athens.

And the purpose of the Neptune is probably not to win Athens, but Prometheus, who has always had a good relationship with Sparta.

That second-generation god has always been known for his omniscient wisdom, oh of course, and his ability to spy on the future, which is also very important for the gods who are at a loss in the face of all sudden events and cannot predict the future information.

It's a pity it's too late.

Unless Zeus finds the answer and the solution, and returns to Olympus before they fall asleep, then...

Athena was silent, not wanting to think about what happened next.

"You'd better take back the divine power left in Sparta." Athena looked at Ares, and gave him a rare and kind advice. The twelve main gods slept deeply, disappeared, and were still in Olympus Those who stayed, now only she and Ares are left.

"Impossible!" Ares retorted without thinking, but the next second his face became quite bad-of course he knew that Athena would not cheat him again at this time, obviously, the supplement of divine power was of great importance to him. The current gods are very important. When he first returned to Olympus, he even saw that the goblins born from the gods had begun to eat the trees that they once loved so much that were contaminated with divine power.

The one who turned into a laurel tree to escape Apollo's pursuit was the first to bear the brunt. When he just went to see it, the poor laurel tree had no roots left.

Everyone wants to live a good life, even those goblins and fairies are no exception.

Chapter 92

In the empty main temple where even the wind is no longer keen to pass through, the two main gods of Olympus looked at each other silently.

Since Zeus left Olympus to find Gaia, there has been no news. They can't even know whether the king of the gods has fallen into a deep sleep like most of his companions or has become an unfortunate fallen man. one of them.

"You have a lot of power in Sparta..." Athena looked at Ares and reminded him again.

When this kind of problem is really faced, the previous hatred of the gods is nothing - Athena thinks so.

However, Ares's stubbornness was beyond his expectation. "So what if we take it back?" Ares asked back: "Is it a little longer to struggle? Even Zeus has abandoned us. The time I spent was enough to save me from this bad luck."

Athena, always eloquent, had little rebuttal in this case.

Indeed, this is useless, but Athena still wants to let herself stay in this world for as long as possible, and she also thinks that Zeus may come back one day and bring a way to save the gods.

She tightly held the Thunder Rod that Zeus had left behind, watched Ares' back as he turned and left, and stabilized the crumbling faith in her heart.

Athena looked at the goblins on Mount Olympus who almost ate up the entire mountain in order to survive, her expression was pitiful but cold, the rod of thunder crackled, and the blue lightning flashed over Olympus Flickering, the thunder strikes down on those creatures that look particularly ugly at the moment with the power that seems to destroy the world!

It's just an appendage of the gods, how dare to challenge the majesty of the gods.

Athena stepped down from the throne of the god king and no longer guarded the empty temple. She stood on the top of the mountain and looked back at the towering and pure white temple. Now lost its owner.

Ares will know his mistake, Athena thought, she has done everything she can do, and Ares is not far from falling if he goes on like this.But what does that have to do with her? Athena's hands glowed with divine light, and the plants that had been devoured by goblins and fairies broke through the ground again under the nourishment of divine power, and the delicate green shoots swayed in the silent wind.

Athena's expression became more and more sluggish, but now no one will see it without covering up.

Even if it is falling, it should fall with dignity. Athena inserted the rod of thunder into the ground in front of the temple of the king of gods, returned it to the god it should belong to, and bowed down in front of the temple on the top of the mountain to salute, as if Every day that used to be praised to Zeus is the same.

Thank you Father for giving me life, thank you Father for endowing me with godhood, and thank you Father for guarding this world.

Athena stood up, dragged some heavy steps, and returned to her own temple hidden behind the clouds under the mountain peak. She looked at the dim sky outside the window, sat on the cloud bed with her back straight, and waited With the final verdict.

Ares returned to his temple, a little shocked by the desolation of the temple.

The maid who served the gods had already run away when she saw something was wrong. Ares, who stayed in Sparta all the year round, couldn't say how much he cared about his temple in Olympus, but this kind of matter is related to a god. Even if you don't care about things that are only about face, encountering such things is extremely embarrassing to God.

But now he doesn't even have anyone to get angry with.

Ares's anger disappeared after a few laps in the temple. His eyes turned to Sparta, and after staring at it for a while, he quickly withdrew and left the temple as if thinking of something.

Even though Athena said that Prometheus had fallen silent, Ares didn't want to give up a little possibility before he was convinced.

However, when he returned to Sparta, he got the news that Prometheus had gone to Athens.

The distance between people is nothing to Ares. When the god of war rushed to Athens, what he saw was that the king he trusted was soaked in blood. Create a new idol scene.

The idol is not Ares.

It was Ares, whom Ares had only met once, from the terrifying, distorted god of the abyss, Tartarus.

The Spartan soldiers were obviously not ready to accept this fact. They stared blankly at the young Spartan king and the Cretan king beside him.

The anger of being betrayed instantly filled God of War's mind. He clenched his hands into fists, his veins bulged, and stared closely at the king he trusted, trying to find a trace of strangeness on that king's face, or something from the other party— —even if it’s an explanation of a lie.

Surpus stood in front of the magnificent, undamaged temple, looked up at Ares' bloodshot gaze, and glanced across his face without any emotion.

However, Minos could clearly feel the sadness and guilt that the people around him could hardly hold back. He looked at Thanadus beside him, and the god of death knowingly stepped forward to block the angry sight from Ares. , the sword in his hand gleamed coldly in the dim sky.

Ares looked at Thanadus, who seemed a little tired, but in very good condition, and seemed to understand something at this moment.

"It's you." Ares said every word, "It's you who did all this."

Thanadus was taken aback by the words. He felt that he was innocent, so he quickly shook his head, "No."

"But you know what's going on." The God of War's voice was cold, and the Spartan warriors looked at their gods, then at their king, and finally stood silently beside Ares, dragging their wounded bodies. behind.

Surpus watched all this silently, his eyes swept over the warrior leaders who respectfully worshiped him the day before, and then he took another look and pointed all the finger at Ares, the god of death. The letter delivered to him was opened.

This is a letter from Prometheus, in which he wrote his last things, and he has found a place to fall into eternal sleep.

The father of mankind jokingly said in his heart not to look for him, who knows if the god will still be as handsome or beautiful as before after falling into a deep sleep, if it turns into a dry bone, wouldn't it be quite a corrupt image .

The God of Death didn't want to spend too much time talking to the God of War, whose mind was filled with anger, "Take your army with you, or watch them be extradited to Hades by me, you can choose."

Ares snorted coldly, the word retreat was not in his dictionary.

"Leave." Thurpus suddenly said, he raised his head and looked at Ares who did not intend to return to Sparta, and his eyes fell on the successors he trained and several warrior leaders, "Aris, take They leave."

"What position do you have to speak, betrayer." Ares sneered.

"I have been the king of Sparta for six years. I have opened up territory for Sparta and trained warriors. Now the Mediterranean coast is east to Athens-now Syreis, all of which are Spartan territories. I use these to repay you. My trust is enough." Thurps said calmly, "I have even trained the next king for you, Ares, this is my last kind reminder to you, leave here and go back to Sparta , and then look at the world."

Ares felt that his blood had been poured into his heart, and he couldn't believe that this human being who was treated differently by him dared to say such words to him.

But he could smell something else from it.