To be king [Greek mythology]

Trying hard, there is not even a sliver of hope. "

"I've tried my best, but there's no hope." Sarpedon stood up, "Crete belongs to either Radamandes or Minos."

"I am not as good as my brother, and I have no chance to become king after I regain Attica, but the city-states in this world are not only Crete and Athens." Miredus said, "It is impossible to rob others. Build it yourself, but first we need strength, Sarpedon."

Sarpedon looked at Miredus for a long time, the young man soaked in dreams and confidence looked extraordinarily beautiful under the sun.

After a long while, Sarpedon came back to his senses, and smiled like Miredus, "That's true."

Possessing power does not necessarily mean conquering everything.

But the premise of conquering everything is to have power.

Minos, Thurpus, Radamandis and Miledus are all working hard for this, so why should he give up.

His starting point is no lower than anyone else.

That night.

Minos looked sullenly at the god who came in through the window—this god is the twin brother of Thanadus, but he is not full of vitality that is quite contrary to death like Thanadus.

Hypnos, the god of sleep, yawned as if he would never wake up.

The wings on his back were folded and landed on the window sill of Minos' room, looking up at the door.

Thanadus was looking at his elder brother with a smile on his face, with his head on the head priest's skin.

"Mother said to go find her after sending people away." Hypnos said to his younger brother. He was very close to Nix, the goddess of the night, which was completely different from the mother goddess respected by Thanadus. His eyes fell on It was Surps who went to open the door, with a puzzled look on his face, "It looks ordinary."

I'm so sorry...

Thurpus looked at Hypnos expressionlessly.

"It's really nothing special." Thanadus smiled, not telling his brother Thurpus that he had done things for Olympus before.

Hypnos nodded. He didn't have the same curiosity as his twin brother. After briefly resting his eyes on Thurpus, he turned to the person he was going to take away.

Minos has already explained everything, and even told the King of Crete that if he does not come back in time, the position of the King of Crete will be handed over to Radamandis.

In fact, he didn't think that Radamandis was not suitable to be a king, but no matter whether Radamandis succeeded in ascending the throne, he was sure to take the throne back into his own hands after returning.

It is not difficult.

It's not that he is too strong but that the opponent is too weak.

Minos felt that he was inferior to the gods, but he was still a match for his brother-or other half-body.

Thurpus took out the drowsy mongoose from the nest and stuffed it into Minos' arms.

"Go to Netherland, it should be more useful to you." Thurps said, "Be careful."

Minos nodded.

Surpus watched as Minos was taken away by the sleeping god who spread his wings.

Thanadus patted him on the shoulder, "We should go too, my main body is rushing over."

"Are you sure you are reliable?" Thurps looked at Thanadus seriously, "I always feel..."

"Here comes my real body." Thanadus interrupted Thurpus, turned and left his room with the head priest's skin on his head.

"..." Surpus looked at the back of the high priest silently, and then glanced at the body of the god of death who looked exactly like Hypnos.

After a while, he sighed, "Let's go."

However, I have to say that Thurps has a fairly accurate vision of people—or, in other words, gods.

At dawn, he looked at the undulating mountains in front of him, but it was definitely not Mount Olympus, and remained silent.

"You..." Thurps stood on the ground and looked at the grim Reaper, unable to even utter a word of complaint.

Chapter 41

Surps felt that among the non-human beings he encountered, only the mongoose and the silver wolf seemed to be reliable.

He sat directly on the ground, rubbed his stomach that was growling with hunger expressionlessly, dug out dry food from the animal skin bag and gnawed on it, staring at Thanadus while gnawing with a very dull expression.

"Don't look at me with that look, I didn't mean it!" Thanadus glanced at Thurpus, and the other's blank and suspicious expression made him explode instantly, "I've never missed it before. !"

"I don't believe it." Thurps said so, opened the water bag and took a sip of water, and continued to eat dry food.

Looking at Thurps like this, Thanadus felt a little guilty. He looked around, and the bloody smell in the air made him frown slightly.

It is the smell of divine blood.

"Danadus." Thurpus couldn't help being in awe of this unreliable god of death, "I go to Olympus, what can I do?"

"Serving the gods?" Thanadus said casually, and the bloody smell in the air dissipated as the wind turned.

"..." Thurps was silent for a while, and put away the half-eaten dry food, "Then I'd better go back to Crete."

"Huh?" Thanadus was stunned, "No... I don't know what will happen after you go to Olympus. My mother god said that you will know when you go."

"Okay." Thurps felt that no matter how unreliable the god of death, Nix, one of the creator gods, was always reliable, "Then where is this place?"

"I don't know, it's strange just because I don't know." Thanadus clicked his tongue, "I obviously headed in the direction of Olympus last night."

Thurps looked at him silently.

"I really know the way!" Thanadus emphasized, is it really okay to be so suspicious of the god of death who splits up countless clones every day to extradite souls in the world!

Thanadus felt that if he would get lost in the world, there would be no gods in the world who could recognize these paths in the world.

To be so suspicious is simply heartbreaking.

Thurps thought for a while and felt that this is really not good, but finally asked: "Then where is this...?"

"..." Thanadus looked at him with a pair of dead fish hanging from his eyes.

"Okay." Thurps finally let Thanadus go, "Then how do we get to Olympus now?"

"You have to leave here to know." Thanadus looked around, "There is a power to prevent death here, and my divine power can't penetrate the cover of this place."

"The power to stop death?" Thurps' eyes lit up, and he got up from the ground, "Let's take a look around this mountain range now."

"Is it really okay for you to be so happy in front of me?" Thanadus muttered, following Thurpus, his eyes wandering in the sky, trying to peep through the cover of thick clouds, but in the end there was nothing See.

"Let's go quickly, it looks like it's going to rain, and the mountain road after the rain is not easy to walk."

Surpus touched the tooth of Typhon hanging around his neck. He always wanted to repay the life Minos gave him—and it was a very guaranteed life.

If there is power on this mountain that can stop death, he must fight for it if he has the chance.

Thurpus felt that the development of all things was not a coincidence, whether it was that Thanadus went the wrong way, or that Thanadus said so bluntly that this mountain has the power to stop death.

Perhaps in the first step to Olympus, he would be able to accomplish what had been haunting his conscience for so long.

Thanadus always felt that this mountain was a little familiar, but he couldn't explore it deeply because the place suppressed his divine power so much.

Well, Thanadus had to admit that even though he ran around the world full of living creatures every day, he really didn't understand this kind of place that would be isolated from death.

The avatar he split out is working almost without a break. The envoy named Hermes on Mount Olympus is simply a man who occupies the latrine and holds the priesthood of extradition of souls, but has been doing nothing. , Thanadus complained to his elder brother about Hermes many times, but it is a pity that although the stumbling block that Hypnos made for Hermes caused a lot of trouble for the other party, it did not. Let Hermes realize the importance of working hard and exercising the priesthood.

Compared with extraditing souls, Hermes prefers to use another priesthood - the patron saint of commerce, but his reputation among human merchants has always been not very good.

Because businessmen always have too many unsatisfactory things.

Those who can share the work do not have the self-consciousness to take the initiative to help, and the god of death, who has always been at odds with the gods of Olympus, will naturally not say much. Anyway, he has been doing this since birth, and he is already used to it. There is no need to feel uncomfortable thinking that someone has taken away part of his priesthood but put it aside.

Thanadus himself and his avatar are quite busy - most of the time, his main body actually stays lazy in the underworld.

But when he came to the human world, there must have been quite a large-scale war conflict, and when so many of his clones were too busy, the main body would come to the human world.

Of course, in order to prevent the avatar from giving birth to its own consciousness, it must be withdrawn periodically.

Thanadus usually used this method to understand what happened in the world, and he himself noticed that it happened that a large-scale conflict broke out in Attica just ended that day. When he passed by Crete and returned to Hades, he thought He wanted to take Thurpus' soul away, but was stopped halfway through.

It was probably because of that reason that the high priest was able to capture the power of death left over from Thurpus, and managed to have a dialogue with him to seek his blessing.

In general, Thanadus is indeed very good.