To be king [Greek mythology]

Tilting his head, he glanced at the inside of the temple.

Some of the other priests were kneeling in front of the idol and praying, while others were seeking the help of the warriors, lifting the dead and wounded bodies from the bed, and stuffed a gold coin into their mouths in case they had no money to pay for the Styx ferryman. Send them across the river and get stuck on the banks of the Styx.

Then they lifted up the other priests who were stunned by the eagle's cry, and let them lie on the bed steadily.

None of the priests looked his way except the warriors.

After all, he doesn't believe in the same god, and these priests must be able to see that he doesn't have the power bestowed by the moon god.

Saving them and this city-state is one thing, but since the beliefs conflict, there is no need for too much communication.

The temple is not a place to govern the city-state, and priests are not the type of people who can express their political opinions.

Afterwards, the celebration of thanksgiving is the king's business and has nothing to do with the temple.

"You are the priest who serves Artemis, the goddess of the moon." Seppus said, "She is also in charge of chastity, you should not get too close to men, not to mention, the one who really saved your city-state Working hard outside."

Even if priests who serve other gods, most of them cannot marry—unless they are Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, Eros, the god of love, or Hera, the god of marriage protection.

Of course, there are very few believers in these three, because they cannot give a city-state peace, smoothness and stability.

The priestess seemed to be shocked. She looked up at Thurpus, pursed her mouth into a straight line, finally bowed slightly to him, turned and left the door and entered the interior of the temple.

Surpus looked at her back, and then looked down at the purple-black cold light that had been infiltrated by snake venom in the sun.

Although you are beautiful, girl, the impulse of love at first sight also moved me.

but sorry...

I'm gay.

What a sad story.

Thurps thought, and finally set his sights on Hercules who was still struggling to kill the eagle.

The dedicated Hercules Hercules, three of the eight arrows on his back have been shot, and there is no wound on the giant eagle.

The giant eagle looked quite at ease, looking at Hercules like a cat staring at a cornered mouse, playing with him.

Thurps snorted softly.

You will regret it if you are so profligate, and that is the person who would have ended your life in the first place.

Do you think you'll be able to escape the thread of destiny for Sister Moira?

Thurps thought so, looked down at the dagger in his hand, and turned back into the temple.

It's not a problem for him to just throw Hercules out like this, but it will undoubtedly be a hindrance if he goes out. Thurps is not willing to be a pig teammate.

But people always come up with a solution. Thurpus climbed to the top floor of the temple, sat there and began to dry the dagger.

The eagle's gaze was fixed on Hercules.

After being wounded by Thanadus, its food source, Prometheus, was rescued.

Now the fastest way for it to recover is to eat more food - such as humans who are closest to gods.

Even if it is given a task by Zeus, it is just a monster in essence.

The son of Typhon usually likes to eat people. This giant eagle has been eating the liver of Prometheus for 3 years. For those who eat human beings, eating ten in a day is not enough.

Even if you are used to delicacies from mountains and seas and then go back to eating brown rice and wild vegetables, you will definitely not be able to get used to it for a while.

But in order to fill his stomach and recover from his injuries, he had to hunt for food.

This city-state closest to the Caucasus Mountains fell into its eyes, and it suffered like this.

But human beings don't stand and feed it like that, and they are all hiding now—but unfortunately, this fragile house is not worth mentioning in the eyes of giant eagles, and the human breath can't hide it. live.

The giant eagle thought that today it would teach these humans a lesson, teach them a lesson, let them know that it is unstoppable, but unexpectedly, it found a god in this city-state.

Although the body is a demigod, it does have a godhead.

Although it is not as good as the taste of Prometheus' body, it is much better than the brown rice and wild vegetables of humans.

Giant Eagle felt very satisfied.

It doesn't even rush to eat, but plays with this god slowly.

Thurps held the dagger and poked it hard on the ground.

The dagger made a "Zheng" sound, but it did not break.

Sounds like very good quality.

Thurpus touched the dagger that Minos gave him before he left, took a deep breath, poked his head into the temple, and shouted down.

"Remove all the fainted ones, preferably in the basement," he said.

The priests and warriors looked up at him. After a while, the chief priest nodded and led the people into the basement.

At the moment the chief priest nodded, Thurpus withdrew his protruding head, walked out of his hiding place, and flew straight up with the dagger infused with Hydra's venom in his hand.

The giant eagle was not all about chasing Hercules.

The moment Thurpus flew up, its eyeballs turned around and directly caught Thurpus flying in mid-air.

The giant eagle opened its sharp beak and let out a long cry.

Thurps was well prepared this time, and quickly dodged a pounce that followed the long cry. Although he was temporarily deaf, his brain was not buzzing like before.

how to say.

... quite exciting.

Surpus stared intently at the giant eagle rushing towards him again, and clenched the handle of the dagger in his hand. Surpus licked his lips, feeling no fear at all.

This time Thurps didn't dodge, but went directly to the giant eagle head-on!

Hercules was sensitive to the movement behind him, stopped and turned around, and saw the shadow in the sky colliding with the giant eagle!

Hercules' eyes widened, and he clenched the bow in his hand, moaning in pain.

The second before Thurps was pierced by the sharp beak of the giant eagle, he suddenly rose a few minutes, and followed the inertia of the forward rush from the top of the sharp beak of the giant eagle all the way to the top of the giant eagle's head.

The giant eagle's feathers are as tough as steel, and each thin hair is an extremely sharp thorn, and they stick to the body obediently because of the flight.

But even so, Thurps' leg was inevitably poked into the hedgehog's back.

His expression twisted for a moment, looking at the surging blood, he gritted his teeth and pulled his leg out from the bristle that pierced him.

The usefulness of Typhon's Fang is revealed at this time.

As long as he wasn't being cramped and torn apart, he wouldn't die.

Of course, the negative buff of blood loss will still have an impact.

Thurpus was a little dizzy when he came back to his senses, because the giant eagle turned and rolled three and a half times in a crazy pattern, and frantically flicked its head.

Thurpus's hand firmly grasped a feather, and the back of his hand was covered with blue veins, making it very difficult to grasp.

If it weren't for the pair of shoes on his feet that couldn't keep up with the speed of the giant eagle, and he was exhausted to avoid the impact of the giant eagle in a short distance, he wouldn't choose to stick the head of the giant eagle.

To the giant eagle, he is a piece of paper that can be easily torn. In this case, there is no way to defend, the only choice is to evade or attack.

But avoidance is not a long-term solution after all.

Thurps was never a mother.

He closed his eyes for a while, and thanked the windproof function of the shoes on his feet, which prevented him from being blown into a fool during such a fast flight.

Looking up at the giant eagle above his head on the ground, Heracles, who was scurrying around frantically and shaking his head, never found Surpus.

He thought the poor prophet had probably been eaten.

I just don't understand why the giant eagle looks like it has epilepsy now.

Is it because of a bad stomach?

But no matter whether he eats or not, this is a good opportunity for Hercules.

The giant eagle didn't chase him, he could draw a bow and shoot arrows, and Hydra's poisonous blood gave his arrows the ability to corrode and penetrate, even the scales of Hydra could penetrate.

Surprised Thurpus didn't know what Hercules was thinking on the ground.

He held the dagger tightly and raised his other hand, turned his head to look at it, and grinned.

Thurps found a gap between the feathers, raised the knife with his hand, and the dagger blade, which broke the defense value, directly tore the giant eagle's scalp.

At the same time, two arrows fired by Hercules at the same time responded with a piercing scream, and directly pierced the relatively soft abdomen of the giant eagle.

Surpus heard the giant eagle's long roar, and fell straight down the next second!

Surpus didn't expect Hydra's venom to take effect so quickly, so he quickly pulled out his dagger and left the giant eagle's head.

The giant eagle's huge body fell heavily on the ground, making a rumbling sound, just crushing half of the temple.

Thurps landed, looked at the half of the basement exit, and felt the luck of these priests.

Hercules ran down from the roof of the shop he brought just now, and rushed all the way to the temple. He was very nervous after finding that the clothes on Thurpus were badly damaged and stained with a lot of blood.

"Why did you rush out!?" Hercules had a stern face, and checked under Thurpus's torn clothes by the way, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found no wounds.

"If I don't rush out, will you have a chance to draw the bow and aim?" Surpus asked back.

"You're a prophet!" Hercules didn't want to admit at all that he really had no chance to aim.

"What happened to the prophet?" Thurps raised his eyebrows, "