To be king [Greek mythology]

does not exist.Surps just regards these things as tools that humans can use to survive for a while after entering the darkness. Even though these things are quite difficult to obtain, it cannot stop Surps from getting them. determination.

The monster's voice stopped abruptly the moment he saw the light.

Surps paused, pulled out the weapon he was carrying, and continued to explore cautiously. Fortunately, there was already a glimmer of light that allowed him to see the surroundings clearly, which made him move forward a lot faster .

However, when he walked through the passage and arrived at his destination sweating profusely, he was not as terrifying as he imagined.

The hideous monster crouched quietly at the end of the passage, silently, its body was like a huge earthworm, gray, Thurpus needed to raise his head high to see the top of its body.

There was still black juice on its body that hadn't rolled down, and the surrounding air was extremely foul-smelling, but this monster had completely stopped moving.

Surpus took two steps forward, but saw the monster squirmed twice suddenly, he was slightly taken aback, the part of the monster's body facing him twitched twice, and a thin black line appeared under the skin It was swimming, and then the monster quickly shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Thurps felt goosebumps all over his body, and felt a chill in the scorching environment—of course he knew the black line, it was the one that ran out of his hand excitedly before, by Typhon tooth into something.

It never occurred to him that this was the correct way to use it.

Thinking of the thin black thread that had rubbed against his hand affectionately before, and looking at the other parts of the monster's body that had moved to the battle, Typhon's fangs were much thicker, Thurpus frowned with some disgust.

But such dislike is obviously insignificant compared to the value of Typhon's Fang, Thurpus quickly loosened his brows, and turned his gaze to the light source that illuminates the underground cave.

It was a small pile of stones that exuded the temperature and radiance of fire, and there were only about a dozen of them in detail, but they baked the whole cave like a desert under the scorching sun, making it unbearably hot.

Although the light wasn't particularly bright, the temperature it radiated was enough to satisfy Thurps.

Cold and darkness are the two most unbearable things for human beings.

Surpus tugged at the leather bag of unknown material from Netherland that Minos kindly provided at his waist, ready to take all these things away.

But just as he was about to get closer against the heat that had curled his hair, a voice stopped him.

Surpus turned his head to look in the direction of the sound. It was a black robe, extremely handsome but very indifferent... god.

Surpus recognized him, stood up straight and nodded, lowering his eyes and no longer looking directly at the god.

"Respected God of the Abyss, good day."

Chapter 95

Tartarus nodded slightly to Surpus, not showing much concern for his slightly disrespectful attitude.

What he wants to do and think about now is far more important than entanglement in human's attitude towards him.

"You can't take these things away." Tartarus said in a firm, commanding tone.

The tone of the gods towards human beings has not been much better. Thurps has long been used to it, but facing a creation god like Tartarus, Thurps still has something special in his heart.After all, Tartarus gave him such an important mission, and also gave him something to live safely in this world.

Hearing this, he looked up at the god—or it would be more appropriate to sneak a peek, Thurpus frowned, "Most human beings cannot adapt to the sudden darkness and cold, we need this .”

As a human being, of course he wants to gain something for human beings. Thurps is not the kind of person who regards the will of the gods as the supreme purpose.

"Then die." Tartarus said indifferently, "There will always be someone alive."

Thurps choked on his natural tone, and some didn't know how to refute it.Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is an eternal truth, for today's human beings, these eight words will almost immediately occupy their entire lives.

The fall and slumber of the gods will bring endless darkness and biting coldness, as well as the awakening of monsters who are constantly breaking away from the restraint of the gods, making the current survival of human beings even worse.

"You once said to me, let me keep humans." Thurps pursed his lips, "I'm making an effort now, but you are stopping me."

"Keep humans." Tartarus repeated, paused slightly, and said, "I'm protecting this world."

After the God of the Abyss finished speaking, he waved his hand to take away the stones piled up in the corner, and turned around without hesitation to leave.

Thurpus was speechless by Tartarus. He had no right to intervene in these matters of the gods. They were burning their godheads and stabilizing their lives in this gradually collapsing world, propping up a piece of land that is enough for human beings. The sky to breathe.

This alone is enough for Thurps, who is a human being, to shut up and be obedient—after all, it is barely considered a so-so situation, compared to the polar night, landslides, tsunamis, hailstorms and Things like cold are much better.

After all, the premise of the phrase "survival of the fittest" is that there is a place where people can survive.

"Respected God of the Abyss." Thurps called to the god who was about to leave, thought about it, and finally asked bluntly: "How long is it?"

Tartarus was silent for a while, but finally only gave him the answer he was waiting for.

Thurps doesn't know what these gods need to do to leave a relatively suitable world for humans to live in, and he also knows that this "relatively speaking" situation is definitely not much better, at least it will be better than Much worse now.

Thurpus' original plan to collect things beyond the control of the gods for human beings also fell through after seeing Tartarus. He guessed that these things might also be needed by the gods.

There are priorities, and it is impossible for Thurps to give up the stability of the entire world for the survival of mankind.

"Then what should I do?" Thurpus was a little uncertain, meeting Tartarus and not being able to take these things into his bag was out of his plan, and in this world where the gods were gradually disappearing, Thurps doesn't know how to save mankind.

Vulcan does not know whether it is sleeping or falling. Without Vulcan, fire cannot be made. The rules of the world regarding fire have been completely cleared because of Vulcan's fall.

The God of Light is gradually weakening, which makes the light that humans can see less and less and smaller. It can be shrouded in darkness and night because Nix still persists, but the stars and the moon have long been invisible at night.

Once the last batch of gods can't hold on, Thurpus doesn't know what the world will look like-it will probably be nothingness, or something worse.

"You are a prophet. Prometheus taught you to prophesy." Tartarus glanced at Surpus, and pointed out: "Minos, who was taught by Themis, is more suitable to preside over the overall situation than you."

Thurps' body froze for a moment, but in the end he pulled the corner of his mouth, pursed his lips and said, "I hope Chaos, the God of Chaos, will be merciful."

"Of course." Tartarus nodded, "He is the one who doesn't want the world to collapse, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Chaos is a very special god. He has never appeared in front of people. There is not even a specific image in various legends. Generally speaking, there is only a cloud of chaos to represent the god who created the world. Only.

Chaos is the world, and the world is chaos. If the world collapses, it means that the existence of Chaos will completely disappear in the world.

Tartarus left with his things, but Thurpus, who was left behind, was in a very bad mood. He stood in the darkened cave for a while, until he swallowed the whole monster and grew stronger several times. He didn't wake up until the tooth of Typhon was back in his hand.

The words of the god of the abyss made Thurps a little at a loss, he had never thought in that direction.

It has to be admitted that Thurps is not that noble.He has ambitions, aspirations, and a very firm heart of revenge. He thought that he would die on the road of conquest or return to the Underworld with all his glory after reaching the top.All in all, he never thought that he would die in any other way than this.

Even in his established way of death, there is not even a hair in the possibility of dedicating himself to protect human beings.

He is not a god, and he does not have such a thick and heavy feeling for this world, and he is different from the aborigines who regard this world as everything.

Apart from Minos, the only thing supporting Thurpus to stay in this world ruled by the gods is the vengeance to recapture Syreis. There should have been a Sparta, but obviously , Sparta would not accept a treacherous king.

And now, only Minos and Syreis remained of him.

Surpus touched the two Typhon's teeth on his neck, pursed his lips, and left the cave along the passage he came from.

It took him a long time to go down, and for a long time, Minos worriedly led a few confidant warriors to wait for him at the entrance of the cave.

Thurps looked at Minos and Payris in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"I'm a little worried about you." Minos said honestly, and Thurpus, who walked up and hugged him tightly, was beside him.