To be king [Greek mythology]

, he felt that his face was also particularly worrying.

Hercules looks straight and straight, but the other party has half of Zeus's blood.

"Reaper?" Hercules was stunned for a moment before he could react, "Why is he hugging you?"

Thurps: ...

He took me to pretend to take me to fly.

Thurps looked down at the hands at his waist, and glanced at the scene below.

They fly very fast, but if they want to reach the place where the golden apples grow, even at this speed, they will have to live for five or six days.

So after Thurps crossed the Caucasus Mountains, Typhon's Fang, which had not moved for eight years on his neck, suddenly emitted a warm temperature.

Surpus was stunned, he reached out and touched Typhon's Fang, slowed down, his eyes lingered on the ground under his feet.

In the end, it fell outside a somewhat dilapidated city-state.

"What to do?" Hercules was bewildered.

Thurps touched his stomach and knocked his hand off, "Eat."

Eating too much dry food is prone to constipation, and Thurps does not want to be a person troubled by constipation at all.

If you have the conditions to eat better, then eat better.

After entering the city-state, it is very easy to find someone to exchange the small pearls on their body for some food. Inland people rarely see pearls, and no one will refuse to exchange pearls for a meal.

By the way, find out what made Typhon's Fang react.

Thurps felt that it must be something related to Typhon, but he had no idea what it was.

Hercules: ...

He looked down at his knocked-off hand, then at Thurps.

He didn't want to understand why the painting style of this prophet was different from the deserted ones he had seen before.

A little too grounded.

Surpus ignored Hercules, who was standing there in a daze, and walked directly to the gate of the city-state.

Hercules followed in a few steps, and his eyes fell on the city-state's wide-open city gate.

He looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab Thurps, "Something's not quite right."

"..." Thurps glanced at him, "I know."

"You know?" Hercules raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little mocking, "You know and still rush in?"

"En." Thurps nodded, "I thought a hero wouldn't be afraid of the danger ahead, just go forward bravely."

"That's death, not going forward." Hercules curled his lips.

"As I said, I am a prophet and your temporary partner—you should trust me a little more, Hercules." Thurpus felt a little hurt, and if it was Minos, he would definitely not doubt it He followed him without hesitation, "There are not a few people who have helped you along the way. Do you always face the people who help you with this attitude?"

There is no tacit understanding and no trust. It's really troublesome.

Thurpus thought that he could understand Hercules' thoughts, and he knew exactly what he should look like at this time.

You should act like you are cruel, ruthless, and unreasonable.

"...No." Hercules never thought that Surpus's nerves were so sensitive. He looked at Surpus with a sad face, was slightly stunned, and retracted his hand that was clasping Surpus' arm. Touching his nose, "I'm just...not used to following others."

Because usually others follow him.

And there is nothing special about Thurps at present-except for being able to fly.

Thurps should look like a warrior, and his actions are quite down-to-earth. He really doesn't have the special aura of a prophet.

It is natural to not believe it.

"So you lead the way?" Thurps asked.

Hercules did not respond to Surpus' inquiry, but instead asked, "Is there anything in this city-state?"

The expression on Thurpus' face changed slightly, he pursed his lips, and looked at Hercules, "Maybe it's a monster, maybe it's a good thing."

Hercules paused.

Thurps closed his eyes slightly, trying to imitate the pretentious expression of the chief priest who had been watching the ceremony for eight years, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression was indifferent and calm.

"That city is related to the hundred-headed dragon Tifeng."

Seeing Thurpus's instant expression change, Hercules suddenly became serious.

Among the prophets he has seen, many are able to communicate with high-level gods-they will become completely different characters when they prophesy.

Humans call it divinity.

Thurps' current appearance is quite in line with Hercules' memory of the human prophet.

I just don't know which god Thurps is communicating with.

Surpus looked at Hercules' serious look, and silently gave himself a thumbs up.

The IQ of some of Zeus's children is really poor.

It is the same negative value as their father's integrity.

Simply moved to tears.

Chapter 49

Thurps knows that the creatures in this world generally worship the gods, because the gods are closely related to their lives.

But he didn't expect that Hercules, the god of Hercules, would respect the gods in this way.

Although Hercules is not a high-level god, he is also one who is quite pleasing to Zeus. You can see that he is a demigod but was bestowed with godhead by Zeus.

A god with a godhead usually would not lower himself to respect a certain god, even if it was a god several levels higher than him, if he died, he would show respect when meeting him.

Of course, these things are not known to Thurps, and all the news comes from Thanadus, the god of death with a big mouth.

Although Thanadus is unreliable, he will not deceive people no matter what, not to mention that it is really unnecessary to brag about such insignificant things.

So Hercules' respect for the gods really surprised Thurps.

"You worship the gods." Surps glanced at him, and looked coldly at the somewhat dilapidated city-state.

Hercules was a little confused—he looked at Thurpus for a while, and replied, "Of course the gods must be worshipped."

Thurpus didn't say anything, just felt the warmth from the animal teeth that were close to his skin, and kept his eyes fixed on the city-state not far away.

Here is a hill, the city-state is located on the sunny slope of a hill, and the whole city-state gradually climbs up along the gentle slope, occupying the high ground.

Not far from the city-state is a river that passes through the depression between two hills. A city gate of the city-state is opened in the direction of the river, and the trampled road can be faintly seen.

There is no blue color that can emerge on the road that has been trampled hard.

This proves that during this period of time, this road was still frequently used.

The gate of the city-state is open, but there are no warriors guarding the gate at the gate, and there are no warriors patrolling the city wall.

The city wall was dilapidated, and there were even a few holes in some places, and the appearance of the city was easily glimpsed.There are no traces of human activities in the vaguely exposed places, and it looks empty and extremely deserted.

Hercules followed his line of sight and walked directly towards the city-state.

Thurps swept over his back without hesitation, and also followed.

Thurps was really not sure about what was inside, but he wouldn't worry too much with Hercules around.

Thurps felt that although he was not as powerful as Hercules at all, he could still do it without holding back.

"Do you think I can beat Typhon?" Hercules asked suddenly as he stood by the city gate.

Thurps thought for a while, looked at Hercules carefully for a while, and finally told the truth with regret: "I can't beat it."

"..." Hercules glanced at him.

Thurps looked back at him with a particularly sincere look.

It seemed so sincere.

Anyway, Thurps knew that Typhon could not get out of Netherland, and Zeus was still staying on Mount Olympus. It would not be easy for Typhon to come out of Netherland.

Tartarus has always given face to the god-kings.

"It can't be Typhon," Thurpus said, "there's no Netherland or death in it."

The existence of Typhon's Fang and the long-term relationship with the high priest of Thanadus made Thurpus naturally very sensitive to death.

The depression in the city was a little depressed, but it didn't make Thurpus smell the smell of death.

"It's not normal." Hercules didn't want to find out how Thurps was aware of the so-called breath of death. The prophet is always the most incomprehensible existence.

"It's not normal." Thurps nodded.

If it is within the range of the Caucasus Mountains, it is quite normal that there is no breath of death, because Zeus has not withdrawn the power of isolating death that enveloped the Caucasus Mountains.

But here is already some distance from the Caucasus Mountains. Although the Caucasus Mountains can be seen directly, and it is the only human city-state nearby, it should not be dead.

Death is always everywhere, not only the death of human beings, but also the death of animals and plants.

Death is all over the world. If there is no place without death, there will be no place where there is no death except Mount Olympus where the gods live. What's more, the decline of a city-state is nothing more than war For these reasons, no matter whether it is war or epidemic, it is impossible to be lifeless.

Hercules didn't think about it any more. Heroes always have a natural sense of responsibility for such abnormal things. He walked towards the city gate and asked casually, "Did you know what happened here from the beginning?"

"I'm just hungry." Thurps shrugged.