To be king [Greek mythology]

When there is no real disaster, these city-states that still have the foundation to survive such a life are not willing to give up their own interests.

Even if they have heard about the tragedies of certain city-states and even been attacked by monsters from the abyss, life has not reached the point where they can't go on, and the desire in their hearts will never fade away.

"It's a fluke." Thurps snorted, but he could understand what the kings did.

He wouldn't be happy if it was changed to him, why should the power of the hard-earned food in his hands be handed over to others, not to mention what is the current situation, you say you know that I have to trust you to hand it over to you?

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Even if they are told the truth of these things, there may be many city-states that are unwilling to give their lifeline to Surpus.

Who knows if he will be unloaded and killed.

Although Thurps would like to say that he is not the kind of person who crosses rivers and destroys bridges, one thing that must be frank is that in order to ensure the survival of most human beings, he must make a choice.

For example, give up some people and let more and stronger people live.

Such a choice is a decision that must be made in the face of such an environment. Everyone knows it well, so even if everyone feels the horror of this disaster, it is still a priority to send envoys to inquire about it.

No city-state is willing to contribute itself to support other city-states. They have to ensure that after joining this alliance, the survival of the city-state can be guaranteed.

Of course, what they want to know most is the so-called solution to this matter that Hercules promised them.

"When are you going to tell those messengers that they are going crazy." Hercules looked at Surpus, the dim light could not trouble this hero with false godhead, even in such a dim light , He can also clearly see everything he wants to see.

The benefits of pedigree are still obvious.

"The city-states that received the slaves of Syreis have almost sent them back? The envoys of the city-states at a similar distance have also lived here for a long time." Sepus rested his cheeks, and it was time to summon them Get up and have a good talk, otherwise, after Vulcan is completely wiped out, it will not be as easy for them to go back as it is now.

Darkness always breeds something terrible.

He didn't intend to keep those envoys for so long, but he had to show these envoys something-such as the current situation of Syleis, his ability, and the fact that he would choose to stand behind him no matter what happened strength.

These things will become the bargaining chips for whether the kings will choose to believe him, and those messengers did not directly request to communicate with him precisely because they need time to observe these.

This is very important.

"What are you going to say?" Hercules was curious.

"It's very simple." Thurps squinted his eyes and looked at the brazier in the center of the palace hall. The flames were beeping and burning, but it was difficult to maintain the temperature and light, leaving only a layer of light blue flames attached to the charcoal Struggling and jumping, he looked around the hall of the palace. The decorations and furnishings in the hall were quite clear in his eyes—although they were not yet fully visible, but undoubtedly, his eyes were enough to see them in the dark. Zhong saw something clearly, he tilted his head, and raised his pursed lips slightly, "Do you know what night blindness is, Hercules?"

Hercules stared blankly, "...what?"

"It's the people who lost their light, the first batch of people who were abandoned by this world." Seppus sighed, turned his head and glanced at the attendant beside him, whose face turned extremely pale in an instant, "Go and inform the envoys to come My palace, and then you should leave."

"No, Your Majesty, please keep me here—" The servant looked at him in horror—even though he could only see a vague shadow in his eyes, he knelt down with tears in his eyes, begging his king not to leave him abandon.

Surps looked at him expressionlessly, until the valet's cry subsided, and then said: "Go, do the last thing I ordered you."

The valet took a deep breath, and the tears finally stopped flowing from his godless eyes. Finally, he stood up and bowed deeply to the king, turned around and left the palace in despair.

"Is this... okay?" Hercules was dumbfounded, he felt that this did not match Thurpus' style of painting.Today's environment is bad enough, and losing something would be a devastating blow to anyone.

"Are you sympathizing with him, Hercules?" Thurps turned his head to look at the human hero, "His eyes can't see clearly, and he can no longer work as a valet. There are many things suitable for him in the outer city. "

"Ah... that's right." Hercules exhaled. He didn't sympathize with the weak, but was a little surprised that Thurps would be so ruthless to humans.

The king of Sparta in the impression is not like this.

"But he will probably die soon." Thurps narrowed his eyes, "If you can't see in the dark..."

Followed by hunger and cold, what's more, maybe even the water source will become very precious. It is too difficult for people who were eliminated in the initial evolution to survive in this darkness.

Hercules looked at Thurpus, and suddenly stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Can you see clearly?"

"..."

Thurps looked at him with stupid eyes.

Hercules withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and seemed to be able to see clearly.

The envoys moved very quickly. They had been waiting for the summoning of King Syreis for a long time. If it took a few more days, these envoys from various city-states would stand in front of the palace and ask to see the king and have a good talk. Let's talk about their missions.

"Respected King Syreis, the people of your country have already returned, and the slave mark has disappeared for a long time." An envoy stepped forward and said, clearly and secretly implying that we should finish talking quickly so that we can go back.

Surpus glanced over their faces one by one, and was a little surprised to find that their eyes were bright.

It seems that the physical fitness of these envoys is quite good.

"Everyone." The king of Syreis looked majestic, and the hero standing beside him was slouching but exuding a terrifying aura that made people tremble uncontrollably, "Everyone is here for one purpose, so let's get straight to the point Bar."

The envoys fell silent for a moment, staring at Thurpus closely, for fear of missing his expression and words.

"The gods have abandoned this world." Thurpus opened up directly, stunned the envoys standing under the throne.

"The power of the gods is gone. In order to protect themselves, they left this world and abandoned humans and creatures." Surpus was talking nonsense. Anyway, the gods who can still move now will not run out to trouble him. So capricious.

"Impossible!" A messenger looked excited, he seemed to be a very devout believer, "Then why did Syleis build a temple for the God of the Abyss!"

"In order to calm people's hearts." Surps glanced at him and snorted coldly. Of course he couldn't tell the truth. You must know that almost all of the human city-states who believe in the gods of the underworld know the situation, while those who don't know the situation Unfortunately, they all believe in the God of Olympus. "If you don't believe it, you can go to the temple and ask the priests after you return to the country, and ask them if they can still listen to the divine voice? Or you can ask the general Sylei Sent back by the Sri Lankans, their temples don’t even have the ability to remove slaves.”

Thurps’ resolute words made the envoys a little turbulent. No matter how pious they were, they knew the delicate balance between theocracy and royal power. Indeed, some kings would choose to worship gods they did not believe in for the stability of the city-state.

"Forgive me, respected king of Syreis." A messenger who did not look young asked, "I heard that you are a prophet and have a close relationship with Prometheus, the father of mankind, and Ares, the god of war. Qian, and your lover stayed in the underworld for six years before returning to the human world, why didn't the power you got from the gods disappear with the departure of the gods?"

"Oh?" Thurps raised his eyebrows, "Then tell me, which god did I get the power from?"

"This..." The messenger was choked. Although everything in the world is without wind and waves, the poems sung from the mouth of the troubadours are vague and vague. Everyone knows that human heroes and gods The favored person will definitely get benefits from the gods, but it is really impossible for others to know the specific benefits unless they say it or try it out.

But this experienced envoy was not so easy to dismiss. With no way to refute Thurps, his eyes fell on Hercules.

"Hercules is the son of Zeus. Should the child's abilities disappear when the father leaves? The power that Hercules possesses does not come from Zeus." Surpus wanted to laugh, "Humans, why do you always attribute the success of heroes to the gifts of gods?"

"If it weren't for the help of Zeus and other gods, how could Hercules have the power and achievements he has today?"

"Then, are you unwilling to admit that the gods have abandoned you?" Thurps snorted softly, and slapped his hands lightly twice. A few strong warriors led a dozen people in. Clothing varies, apparently from different regions and city-states.

"I think among these people, some of the emissaries know each other?" Thurpus asked, pointing to a