To be king [Greek mythology]

, without any psychological burden, walked into the temple of Tartarus.

As for the underworld above the abyss, Hermes watched in shock as Hercules snatched the boat of Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, and dropped him directly into the Field of Truth.

Charon looked at the boat moored on the other side from this side of the river and screamed angrily.

Hercules fixed the boat by the pier, looked up at Charon, smiled and waved, "I'll return it to you when I come out!"

"..." You still thought of it?

Charon laughed twice, thinking that this person was joking.

He turned his head to look at Hermes who was leading Hercules, full of anger.

Hermes raised his hands with an innocent expression, "He is the child of Zeus."

Charon suddenly had a look of "I see."

Hermes silently counted the number of times he used Zeus as a cover, and was a little worried that Zeus would ask him to settle the score after he knew that he was notorious.

Do you want to pack up your money and prepare to go to the world for a while...

Hercules looked at the pensive Hermes on the pier on the other side of the River Styx for a while, wondering why Hermes didn't come.

He waited for a while, but Hermes still didn't move.

Hercules shrugged, turned around nonchalantly, and strode along the long procession of dead souls to the depths of the Field of Truth.

From his bag, he took out the three leaves Thurps gave him that were still full of toughness and moisture after so long, and smashed them to suppress the sour taste in his heart.

The one named Minos is simply looking for jealousy.

Thinking this way, he looked up at the judgment stand that had leaped into view, and rested his chin, wondering if he should have a fight with that Minos.

And on the sunny ground.

Ares announces that Sparta has a new king.

Chapter 63

Sparta is located in the south of mainland Greece, surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side.

To the east of the city-state, there is a river named Eurotas, which nourishes the people of Sparta.

When Thurpus entered the city-state, he was so shocked by the simplicity and rudeness of the city-state's buildings that he couldn't speak—whether it was the streets or the places where civilians lived, or the king's palace and the temple dedicated to Ares. The roughness of the architectural style is really surprising.

"The Spartans spent their entire lives fighting for war and strength." Prometheus noticed Thurps' surprise, and he pointed to the houses beside him, "Even though these houses were invaded by foreign enemies and collapsed , and will not have any impact on their lives."

"Of course, even in the cold winter, my warriors are the most powerful!" Ares proudly puffed out his chest. Sparta City is his pride, and he spent a lot of effort on it.

Being able to achieve the great reputation of Sparta is something worth boasting about for him.

Thurps looked at men, women, and children walking like the wind, speaking in simple words, and acting with a sense of crispness.

The Spartans did not wear shoes. Even in winter, they never wore only a single piece of clothing and stepped on the ground barefoot to exercise their tough spirit and strong body.

"Where are the old people?" Thurps realized something was wrong.

Ares, who was courting Aphrodite next to him, paused for a while, and finally snorted disdainfully.

Prometheus glanced at Ares and frowned, "There are very few old people in Sparta, because very few of them can successfully live to old age."

After all, human beings are still the creations of Prometheus, and being ruled and used by Ares in this way makes Prometheus somewhat dissatisfied.

People in Sparta usually died of wars and certain incurable diseases, or old diseases caused by years of hard training conditions, so that very few of these people could live to be 50 years old.

When necessary, women can also take up arms to fight the enemy, which is a situation that cannot be seen in other city-states.

Thurps looked down at his shoed feet and sighed.

If he becomes the king of Sparta, Thurps only feels that there are really few places where he can intervene.

Not only are there very few affairs that he can intervene in, but he is afraid that his own living habits will be assimilated by Sparta.

The influence of the surrounding environment on people is terrible.

Thurps, who grew up in Crete as a city-state warrior in order to cultivate his combat effectiveness, almost wanted to throw off his identity as a prophet and devote himself to training here not long after he stepped into Sparta.

But how could the prophet speak with force like this group of warriors.

Thurps thought, and touched his flat, firm abdomen without a trace of fat.

He really didn't want to become a white chicken.

Sparta didn't pay much attention to the development and dissemination of culture and art. They usually went to war with the mentality of fighting for ten. It wasn't until they were defeated by Athena's tactics that Ares suddenly woke up and thought about it. Here comes the stuff.

The fighters don't value their own lives either, they all see themselves as blades, not as individuals.

So they don't take their bodies seriously, and think that dying in battle is as honorable as returning victorious.

Even if a relative dies, those who are left behind will not be too sad.

Spartan warriors, either die or triumph!

Once they went out to fight in the city, they never thought that they would come back with failure.

Surpus put on a calm expression, stood on the platform in front of the king's palace, and deliberately took a spear to pretend to be aggressive.

He was slightly behind the three gods of Prometheus, listening to Ares telling the people of Sparta very straightforwardly that Sparta had a new king.

The Spartan warriors lined up neatly, listening to what Ares said. As soon as the news came out, Thurps clearly noticed that there were a lot more probing eyes on him.

But there was still no sound in the team.

Well-trained, calm and capable, obey orders.

Thurps had already made mental preparations before coming to Sparta, but he never imagined that he would face such a city gang.

The whole city-state is like a fortress full of strictly trained soldiers. These soldiers give orders and actions, even if they have their own thoughts in their hearts, they will unconditionally obey the orders issued by Ares.

Looking up at this city-state, which is extremely simple and rough in architecture, but occupies a rather scary area, it is quiet and oppressive like a dead city at the moment.

Even the sound of the wind blowing through the streets and squares can be heard clearly.

Thurps took a deep breath.

"This is Thurpus." Ares pulled Thurpus up from behind after announcing that the new king of Sparta had been selected. "You should have heard his name, he is a prophet."

The judging eyes that fell on Thurpus suddenly changed. Even though the Spartan warriors admired strength, they have always been known for their courage and destructive fighting power. However, they have suffered from confrontation with Athens in recent years It's enough.

The last king who was in charge of leading the war was executed by Ares because of a mistake during the war. Later, the four tribes of Attica were broken, and a city-state was killed, and a city-state was established in the Attica area. After the struggle between Seidon and Athena, it was finally named Athens.

It has been three and a half years since Athens was established. In three and a half years, it has fought with Athens on a small scale, and Sparta's winning percentage turned out to be [-]-[-].

In the past, even if there were mistakes, Sparta was completely able to crush the opponent.

It should be a happy thing to have a city-state that can fight against it, but Sparta was not defeated by the strength of the Athenian warriors, but by the tactics used by the King of Athens. It is a disgrace to Ares.

It is precisely because of this shame that Ares pays more and more attention to the use of tactics.

Sparta has lost twice in a row in the recent confrontation with Athens. They are eager for a victory to vent their grievances and anger.

"You have to lead them to victory." Ares suddenly turned his head to Surpus and said, "We need a victory."

Thurps narrowed his eyes, "It's not limited to Athens, is it?"

Ares raised his eyebrows, but finally smiled, "Of course."

Thurps glanced at Ares and nodded to him, "As a king, it is only natural for me to lead my city-state to overcome obstacles to progress."

Ares was quite satisfied with Thurpus' attitude. He reached out and patted Thurpus on the shoulder, "Nicks recommended you to me, don't let me down."

Thurps was startled when he heard Nix's name. He tilted his head and looked at Prometheus inquiringly, and Prometheus waved to him.

Thurps, who knew that he had been concealed about something important, was a little dissatisfied. He frowned but said nothing.

Ares motioned him to say something to the Spartan army first.

Thurps withdrew his gaze from Prometheus, cleared his throat, and stepped forward, fully exposing himself to everyone's sight.

He saw the almost fanatical light in the eyes of the Spartan warriors, and in the outermost shadows were hiding some slaves who were not allowed to listen to the important affairs of the city-state, and they also looked at Surpus with scorching eyes.

They were the local aborigines who were escorted back after the city-state was conquered by Sparta. Just like Syreis back then, people who lost the city-state and their homes were branded as slaves of the Spartans.

It's just that being a slave to the Spartans was far more dangerous and difficult than being a slave to any other city-state.

Because they live in a situation where their lives are about to end all the time