The warrior guarded the king who had suddenly passed out before, and a man stepped out from the crowd, somewhat embarrassed, but the warrior knew him.

That is the king's valet.

The two looked at each other and nodded slightly. The servant went up to check and found that there was no wound on the king's body, and there was no change in his complexion such as poisoning or illness. It seemed that he was just asleep.

"How is the king?" asked the warrior.

"The king... met a great god before." The valet said in a low voice. He and the warrior are both confidantes, and it is quite normal to bump into a few gods occasionally. "Probably because of that person."

The warrior looked around and pursed his lips, "I have never seen the god of death coming."

The servant was slightly startled, and when he met the warrior's gaze, he just shook his head, "Why is your majesty unconscious?"

"Probably because of the prophecy. I heard the Spartan warrior say it before, and His Majesty also prophesied in Sparta. Afterwards, he became seriously ill." The warrior said, and then his expression became a bit tangled, "It's just... The content of the prophecy is really inconsistent with what we are facing now."

"..." The servant didn't ask what the prophecy said. Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, he knew that he must have said something very nice, but it was useless. The servant raised his head and watched the dark night sky become faint. Chuo Chuo, it seems to be able to glimpse the broken space of the universe covered by the sky.

The word "heaven and earth shattered" has become the most perfect adjective at this moment.

The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks could be heard clearly at this moment. The people who escaped the catastrophe were stunned, not understanding what happened. Even though it was full of darkness and cold before, life was still passable—at least not As it is now, natural disasters destroy their homes in an instant, and the hope of survival seems to be extinguished in an instant.

"Don't panic, the wrath of the Earthshaker will not only happen once, take a good rest and preserve your strength!" The warriors shouted loudly, comforting the frightened people, while several confidants looked at the comatose Thurp Si is worried.

Breathing is normal, there is no wound, no fever or other abnormalities, it really seems to be just sleeping.

But no matter how much I shouted, I couldn't wake up.

Even if they are confidantes, they don't have the slightest understanding of the things of the gods. If they really ask for help, they have to find someone who is familiar with the gods, such as Hercules who is currently in Crete, and the rumored Minos who seems to have gone to Hades.

But in this situation...how could anyone dare to go to sea.

The confidantes sighed, full of worry, but still calmly maintained order.

After waiting for a long time but not waiting for the second wave of earthquakes, they picked out a few strong ones and went to the ruins of the city-state, hoping to find some survivors and living objects.

His Majesty Thurps once said that there is hope for someone, and when encountering such a thing, one must try to save others on the premise of protecting himself—of course, saving those who are still slightly injured.

After all, the medical conditions are not as advanced as the place where Thurps used to live. Forcibly rescuing the seriously injured will only cause greater losses.

Tartarus stood at the bottom of the prison of the abyss, leaning against the gate engraved with runes, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his veins burst out.

It wasn't until he calmed down the two godheads clamoring to leave in his soul that he heaved a sigh of relief and shook his pierced hands. Golden blood fell on the ground little by little, and disappeared in an instant.

Tartarus glanced thoughtfully at the place where his divine blood disappeared, raised his head, and glanced at the huge mongoose with red eyes that was gnawing on Typhon's body, raised his head and tapped lightly. Knocking on the prison door, the sound of the fingers as beautiful as white jade colliding with the prison door was unexpectedly crisp, and it seemed that even the strong bloody smell of this layer of abyss prison had become a little lighter.

The redness in the mongoose's eyes faded little by little, and its huge body slowly shrunk back to its normal appearance. It rushed back from Typhon's corpse, and squatted at Tartarus' feet without moving.

"Good job." The God of the Abyss nodded in satisfaction, "Now, go to Sanchakou and bring Minos to Surpus—he needs help now."

The mongoose looked up at him, rolled its dark eyes, and then turned its head into the endless darkness.

The god of the abyss returned to his temple, and finally there were no outsiders, so he couldn't help but slowly slid down the towering pillars of the temple and sat on the ground.

His whole body was limp and he couldn't use his strength. I'm afraid most of the other gods were forcibly fell into a deep sleep or even fell at this moment.

Tartarus raised his hand, his dark eyes looked at the wound on his palm that was still oozing blood.

Golden blood overflowed from the punctured wound little by little, and the full blood beads seemed to roll down the arc of the palm at any time, but what should have happened did not happen——Tartaros saw the small drop The divine blood was always such a small drop, it seemed neither increasing nor decreasing, he gently scraped the blood bead up, not surprised to see that the divine blood stained on the fingernails disappeared little by little, and finally there was no trace left.

And there was another round golden blood drop in the palm of his hand.

Tartarus let out a breath, stood up with some difficulty, stepped up to the throne of the abyss step by step, leaned on it quietly, and closed his tired eyes.

The world—or the rules—were eating him.

It seems that he does not intend to let go from the body to the godhead.

I am afraid that the best outcome predicted before is that the eternal sleep is too optimistic, the god of the abyss thought, and the consciousness fell into nothingness little by little.

All gods will fall, and there will be no trace of their existence in this world.

Chapter 103

Thurps woke up from the darkness and slept very well this time without any dreams, but it made him as warm and safe as being in his mother's arms.

The quiet environment without a single sound did not bother him at all. He sat up, looked around, and was surprised to find a person lying on the ground not far away.

It was a young man, his long golden hair was like newborn sunshine, lighting up this dark space, the skin exposed from the long hair scattered around his side was so white that it was almost transparent, and his figure wrapped under the robe was slender Weak.

Thurps stared at him in a daze for a while, then slowly got up and walked towards the fallen boy.

He didn't expect that there would be another person here. Although he didn't know where it was, Surps felt that this place should belong to him alone.

When you get close, you can smell the very faint fragrance that permeates the air. It seems to be the sweetness of honey, and it is also like the fragrance of grass. It makes people feel comfortable after smelling it.

Thurps reached out his hand and shook the boy who fell to the ground, and held his breath when the boy showed his face with the shaking—what kind of face is that, the Creator seems to have poured all the love on the boy's face On the face, every point has been meticulously carved, one can't help showing all kindness to the young man, wishing to pile up all the good words on the young man.

At this moment, the young man's lips were tightly pursed, his brows were raised, and his sad appearance was heartbreaking.

Surps was stunned for a long while before recovering from the boy's beauty. He blinked and finally sat down next to the boy.

He knew who it was. According to many documents and poems praising the gods, the boy who fell on the ground in front of him was probably Eros, the god of love and desire, who had never appeared before his eyes.

Since there is no way to wake up this god, sitting next to him and looking at him like this is also a supreme enjoyment. Thurpus is not going to treat himself badly after death.

He stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of the boy's soft blond hair and played with it in his hand, then stared at the strand of blond hair in a daze.

I don't know about Minos... Thurpus paused for a moment, but in the end he quietly put this thought aside, and didn't intend to think about it any further.

What he was most sorry for was Minos. Regardless of whether it was during his lifetime or after his death, if he carefully counted the time he spent with Minos, it seemed that they were pitifully small—even apart from the days of childhood, the relationship between them I don't get along with Hercules much better than I get along with Hercules.

He seems to be always busy, busy becoming a warrior of Crete, busy organizing Sparta's government affairs, busy restoring the country, busy conquests, busy saving the world.

The connection between the two seems to be the memories of their childhood and the letters they exchanged during the period. Thurpus sighed, thinking that Minos is a good man who has not broken up with him after falling in love.

It's a pity that now I'm afraid I can't even exchange letters.

Thurps pinched the man's blond hair, his eyes were heavy, and he was very sad.

Minos, who was carried by the meerkat and ran all the way against the waves and hurricanes, was also very sad. He tightly grabbed the fur on the meerkat's back, and was scratched all over his body by the sharp objects wrapped in the water and wind. , but stayed quietly without saying a word, advancing rapidly in the chaotic world.

The situation on the land is much worse than that of Hades. There are always many gods of Hades sitting in the underworld. Except for the dead souls who stepped into the forbidden area that should not be set foot, there is still room for redress, but there is no such thing in the world. So lucky.

Most of the Olympus gods who were in charge of the world and human existence have long since fallen, and the rest can't make a big deal at all. Now, the god of Hades seems to have a big problem. No one can stop the chaos in the world. After death, he stays There are no dead souls in the world

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