To be king [Greek mythology]

The killing intent directly rushed into the bones, crashing into the depths of the soul.

Even if Typhon's Fang on his neck suddenly became hot and desperately resisted, Thurpus felt that he would be killed by this coercion in the next second.

Ares reached out and made a grabbing motion, which suddenly relieved the pressure on Surpus.

Thurps took a deep breath, his face pale, but the feeling just now has disappeared.

like a dream.

"You're not dead!" Ares looked at Thurps in surprise.

"..." Thurps felt a blood stalk in his throat, he turned to look at Ares, took a deep breath, "You shot in time."

"No." Ares shook his head honestly, "I forgot that you are an ordinary human being."

So it's a miracle the man is still alive.

Thurps looked at him dimly.

Ares didn't feel the resentment in Thurps' eyes at all. He felt very satisfied with this military strategist whose physical fitness was comparable to that of a soldier, which was much better than those weak chickens before.

He reached out and patted Thurps on the shoulder, "You are very good."

"Thank you for your compliment." Surps felt that among the gods he had met, Prometheus might be the only one who was more reliable.

Ares was particularly comfortable being praised by his respect.

Although the warriors of Sparta are indeed respectful at ordinary times, when those warriors face Ares, they are a kind of solemn silence. Even those military advisers are not like Thurps.

They are usually silent in front of Ares, for fear that if they say a wrong word, they will anger Ares and cause death.

In fact, few of Sparta's military advisers lived to the end of their lives.

Tired to death, killed by Ares, killed on the battlefield...

There are all kinds of ways to die, but dying of death is the least.

Thurps directly hit Ares' cool point with a crooked shot, and Yingwei's God of War had a better and better impression of him.

Especially when Surpus is brought to Sparta, this human will also have a human father.

Prometheus attached great importance to this human being, and bluntly told Ares that he would go to Sparta with Thurpus.

For Ares, this news is like rain from the sky.

Fighting against smart people and being helped by smart people are absolutely two opposite extremes.

Ares looked at Thurpus, the more he liked it, and Thurpus's name was now famous in the world, it made him want to pack up and throw people to Sparta to help him do things right away.

The joy of God of War is directly reflected on his face.

Thurpus didn't quite understand why Ares's mood suddenly improved, but of course it was best for him that the gods were in a good mood.

Ares dragged Thurpus into his temple.

As a result, as soon as the forefoot entered, the great and heroic God of War was hit in the face by something thrown from the temple.

Thurpus was clasped by Ares' wrist, and his expression was instantly distorted in pain.

It's sour...it's unbelievable.

Ares obviously didn't realize how lethal his strength was to a human being.

But he still let go and rolled up his sleeves.

Thurps' broken wrist snapped back into shape in the blink of an eye.

He felt that even if he didn't die, he would lose his life. Thinking of this, Thurps looked up into the temple.

It was two goddesses confronting each other.

An extremely beautiful and dignified goddess, wearing a plain robe still can't hide her beauty that can make any man kneel under her skirt.

The other goddess is not as beautiful as the previous one, but she is heroic and wears silver armor, which is a completely different style of beauty from the former.

But the former held a... shoe with an angry face, and raised his hand, it seemed that he was going to hit the latter in the face any minute.

The latter, on the other hand, was expressionless, with sarcasm in his eyes, holding a spear in his hand, standing there seemed to be a silent mockery of the former.

Thurps felt that he might need to go back and wash his eyes.

It must be the wrong way for him to get into Olympus.

He glanced at Ares.

Then he saw Ares, who was furious and raised his sleeves to prepare for a fight, saw the posture in the temple, and he was instantly discouraged.

Surps looked at the two goddesses in disbelief, and then at Ares.

He felt that he should know who these two goddesses were.

One who can be so beautiful is Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty.

As for the other one, there are not many goddesses wearing battle armor, and there are only Athena who can count on such a high-profile pinch with the Goddess of Beauty.

It's not easy to see the two goddesses pinching each other so imagelessly.

Think about it, besides him, who else in this world is lucky enough to see God of Beauty whipping her concubine, God of War, with a shoe?

Thinking about it again, besides him, who else in this world is lucky enough to see God of War so cowardly that he dare not speak after being slapped in the face by a shoe?

Finally, think about it, besides him, is there any human being who is lucky enough to see Aphrodite copying shoes and trying to smoke Athena every minute?

There is probably no one else but him.

It is rare to see it in ten thousand years, and it is worth watching this time in this lifetime.

Thurpus' eyes finally fell on the god he was looking for.

Prometheus was sitting leisurely at the table drinking the mellow wine, when he noticed Thurpus looking up, he smiled and waved to him.

The two goddesses noticed Prometheus's movements, and turned their heads to look at them in unison.

The sight of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, skipped directly from Ares and landed on Thurpus.

She was furious in an instant!

"Ares, do you have such a big appetite?!" Aphrodite pointed at Thurps, "You still like little boys!! Say!! You have spent nine days at the bottom of the mountain for eight years and ten days, right? Because of this human!!”

"I didn't!" Ares raised his hands to show his innocence, and felt a little guilty against Aphrodite's gaze, but he turned his gaze and pointed to Prometheus, "It belongs to Prometheus! "

"What's the matter with Athena! You told me that Athena is a hag in your heart! Turn around and let her drink in your temple!!" Aphrodite's anger was not because of Ares No matter how much you disappeared for clarification, it became even more vigorous, "You haven't returned to Olympus for so many years! When you come back, it's just for personal reasons!! You even hooked up with Athena!!"

"Aris!!" Athena stopped doing it. Although she had always been at odds with Ares, she couldn't bear to hear him call her a hag!

The goddess in battle armor almost brandished her spear, "You call me a hag!?"

Thurpus was stunned by the shock of the two imageless goddesses.

Ares was so noisy that his head was buzzing.

Prometheus took a sip of the wine leisurely, feeling that female creatures are terrible.

"Ares!!" The screams of the two goddesses could almost blow off the roof.

Ares felt his ears ringing badly.

Aphrodite looked at Ares' cowardly look, picked up the shoe in her hand and smashed it over!

Chapter 57

Aphrodite was furious.

Thurps glanced at Ares, and was surprised to find that the brave God of War was just poking there in a daze, with no intention of hiding at all.

There was a kind of grief and indignation in that expression.

Thurpes thought he should be witty.

——In fact, he did it just as soon as he thought about it in his mind.

Thurps strode aside and trotted all the way to stand behind Prometheus.

The father of mankind looked at him with a smile, pulled Thurpus to sit down and brought him a cup, put the jug in front of him, and then turned his gaze back to the good show in front of him.

Surpus looked at Prometheus and then at the jug in front of him.

I feel that if there is another plate of melon seeds or snacks, and if Prometheus says hello, this scene will be particularly complete.

Of course, this kind of thing is only limited to imagination.

Thurps glanced at Aphrodite and slapped Ares mercilessly. Athena stood aside and looked at God of War with a cold face.

He felt that he should refresh his understanding of the fighting power of the female gods in this world.

"I got the golden apple back." Thurps pulled Prometheus's sleeve in a low voice, interrupting the almost gloating state of the father of mankind.

"It's only a little over a month." Prometheus counted the time, and was a little surprised that Thurps moved so fast, but at the same time felt quite satisfied, "You did a good job."

"You don't mind?" Thurps asked, "about those rumors."

"Why should I mind?" Prometheus asked back, "I was going to accept you as a student."

Thurps was taken aback, looked at Prometheus for a while, wanted to ask something but couldn't.

Helping out and being a student are two different things.

He didn't understand why Prometheus took such a fancy to him?

It is said that he rescued Prometheus from the Caucasus Mountain. In fact, as a god or the creator of mankind, it is enough to repay this kindness by helping him to mention him.

Even if Prometheus does nothing, it is normal in Thurps' eyes.

Who made him the creator of mankind.

But being a student is different.

In this mythical world, students and teachers are almost completely bound together.

Whenever students are mentioned, the teacher will definitely be brought in, and if the teacher is mentioned, no student will be left behind.

That's why Thurpus introduced himself when he met Hercules