To be king [Greek mythology]

Knowing all kinds of places and routes in the world, and he can fly, it is very simple to get to a place quickly.

But there are some places that he has never been to or hasn't been there for a long time, but he doesn't understand at all.

Thanadus was sure that the direction he was headed before was definitely Olympus, but why he suddenly turned a corner and turned into this place, Thanadus didn't really want to understand.

There are two possibilities, the first is that he was being bullied by others without knowing it, and the second is that his respected mother god, the goddess of the night Nix, did it.

Thanadus is more inclined to the second type. After all, the night is the world of his mother god, not to mention, who can rape him when he is unconscious-excluding those who hide in the depths of the underworld or are suppressed in Thar. Others can count the gods of the same generation under Talos with a single slap.

And those gods would never embarrass him boringly.

It was precisely because of this that Thanadus did not forcefully take Thurps away directly.

If Nix really meant it, Thanadus would probably come back here after taking people away.

"Danadus?" Thurpus stopped and looked at Thanadus who was standing there looking up at the sky, and followed his gaze to the sky, but only the thick lead-colored clouds were in sight, "What's wrong?"

"I just want to tell you that I can fly." Thanadus walked up a few steps, put his arms around Thurps' waist, spread his wings behind his back, and left the ground lightly.

Surpus watched the emerald green peaks flash past under his feet, and the supposedly bitter wind couldn't blow him at all.

He looked up at the tallest mountain and pointed in that direction.

Thanadus nodded, and quickly approached there.

"I think this place looks familiar." Thanadus looked at the tallest mountain and paused slightly, "but I can't remember it."

"If you say it, you haven't said it. You are not familiar with this place, are you?" Thurps asked.

"Unfamiliar." Thanadus finally admitted his shortcomings, looking thoughtfully at the rapidly approaching mountain peak.

"That……"

"I remembered!" Thanadus looked stunned, but suddenly turned his direction. Thurpus' eyes blurred, watching the gray-black wings of the Death God drop a few feathers.

"Thanadus, you've lost your hair," Thurps said.

"This is the Caucasus." Thanadus swung a death claw backhand into a void of clouds, and quickly landed on the mountainside with Thurpus after hearing a loud eagle cry in the clouds .

"Caucasus?" Thurps was at a loss for a moment, then paused slightly, "The Caucasus Mountain where Prometheus is locked?"

"Yes." Thanadus nodded, turned his head to look at his scratched wings that he didn't notice for a while, and said casually: "Prometheus was deprived of his godhead and died, and was chained to the Caucasus Mountain to suffer. It's been tens of thousands of years."

No wonder the power of death is suppressed so low here.

"Prometheus." Thurps looked up at the towering Caucasus Mountains, feeling a little regretful that he couldn't find a way or something to avoid death.

"Yeah, he has done so many things for mankind and suffered on behalf of mankind. As a result, he has been locked up on the Caucasus Mountain for so many years, and no one came to see him." Thanadus mocked, "Maybe no one remembers him at all. Well, once the God of Wisdom, the Exalted Prophet."

"I remember." Thurps took a deep breath and stepped towards the top of the mountain. "How could the benefactor who brought light to people be forgotten?"

Thanadus was taken aback by these words.

Thurps kept walking, and said seriously: "He is the father of mankind."

Chapter 42

Thurps admitted that there are indeed many ungrateful people among human beings, but the three views of most people are still very positive.

Knowing kindness is the most basic.

It is even more noble to reciprocate.

But Thurps also knows that a mouse droppings ruins a pot of porridge.

Over the years, I am afraid that no one has been able to reach the Caucasus Mountains, which are desolate and lush with vegetation.

It's not that we don't want to come, but the mountains are high and the water is far away. Before reaching the foot of the mountain, we might get lost in the mountains or be eaten by wild animals.

This is simply a normal development of the plot.

A more bizarre plot development would probably be like this now.

Thurpus looked at those standing in front of them with a blank expression. The flesh and internal organs on their bodies were rotten, and some of them even had only a skeleton left, and the few who were crying out in pain—for now A humanoid creature who is still considered a human being, thought for a moment that he had tuned the wrong channel.

If Thanadus was not still around, Thurps would have almost thought that he had traveled to a place where zombies lived again.

"The power of death has been severely suppressed on this mountain and the nearby mountains." Thanadus was silent for a while, "I heard that there was a city-state here ten thousand years ago."

The city-states established in the continuous mountains can never avoid the harassment of wild animals and the dangers they will encounter on the way to trade and communicate with the outside world.

In order to make Prometheus, who had offended him, suffer tens of thousands of years on this peak, on the premise of depriving Prometheus of his godhead, Zeus also made a big effort to suppress the death power of the entire Caucasus Mountain.

It has become a place where death is naturally rejected.

The god of death who is busy extraditing souls everywhere in the world will not pay attention to the place where there is no breath of death, and the human beings living here are not in the consideration of Zeus who looks down on all living beings from above.

People who were seriously injured and should have died struggled in pain in front of the priests of the temple. The pain and blood loss made their eyes black, but they still couldn't get the final relief.

People who have their heads or limbs bitten off by wild animals can still survive, they are terrified and painful.

The priests believed that the city-state was abandoned or even cursed by the gods, and the king led the surviving subjects to leave the original city-state and migrate far away.

Already seriously injured and those who were seriously injured during the migration, they were left to struggle alone in this place of misery.

"They yearn for death." Thanadus stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the sword appeared in his hand, carrying a strong and dark breath of death.

"What Zeus did." Surpus looked at the group of people without any fear of the sword in Thanadus's hand, and rushed towards them—probably they thought that the sword in the hands of the God of Death could not do anything to them. For a long time, they have already felt numb to any way of death.

Abandoned by their kin, city-states, and gods, they were ultimately rejected even by death.

Only pain is always around, day and night.

Thurps looked at those people whose eyeballs were still intact, looking at him with jealousy and hatred, and felt that his hairs were standing on end.

Those eyes were hollow and terrifying, like an evil spirit crawling up from the underworld.

Thurps felt a chill down his spine.

He took a deep breath, only to realize that he hadn't smelled the rancid smell.

His eyes fell on the wounds of those people. The wounds on these barely human beings seemed to be fresh all the time, and the blood rolled down in the grass, which looked quite scary.

"It's not good for you to call Zeus's name so directly." Thanadus said, flicking the sword in his hand, several terrifying bodies in front of him paused and quickly turned into fly ash.

"It's terrible." Thurps looked down at the handful of ashes on the ground and said in a low voice.

"Don't human beings always fear death?" Thanadus withdrew his sword, "For example, you, but this group of people is different."

"I am not afraid of death, but there is still work to be done, and I will go with you when I am finished," replied Thurps, stepping over the handful of ashes, "they long for death because Eternal pain is far more terrible than death."

"Hypnos said that avoiding death with any reason is a manifestation of fear of death, and those high-sounding reasons are all excuses." Thanadus looked at Thurps, "What do you think?"

"Maybe the god of sleep is right." Thurps thought for a while, "I admit that I was terrified when facing death before—until I knew that the god of death is an existence like you."

It's almost impossible to be afraid.

Thurps sighed.

"..." Thanadus felt that he had been subtly discriminated against. He thought for a while, "I'm going to extradite these people who should have died and other things. You can go to the top of the mountain first."

Thurps paused and pointed to the sky above his head, "What about the condor?"

"It won't come for half a month." Thanadus puffed out his chest proudly, "The claw of death hit it directly."

"Well... you are awesome." Thurps looked at Thanadus's appearance, and praised him, in exchange for Death's even more smug smile.

If it's really a dick, how about killing that condor directly?

Of course Thurps wisely didn't say this.

He calmly said goodbye to the dedicated and loving God of Death, watched the God of Death leave, and looked at the sky for a long time before he realized that he was an idiot.

Since the condor won't come, why not let Thanadus send him directly to the top of the mountain?

Standing with Thanadus will indeed lower your IQ.

Otherwise, it would be more sincere if he walked up step by step.

Thurps thought so, glanced at the thick lead-colored clouds in the sky, and sighed.

I can't manage that much anymore, let's go first.

Hades.

Minos was standing at the main gate of Hades, looking up at the ferocious three-headed dog Cerberus barking at him.

Creatures are forbidden to step into the underworld.

Unless you are a god.

The mongoose in Minos' arms also bared at Cerberus.