You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"Hermes has something to leave." Apollo said, "He told me this morning."

Athena looked at the white-haired girl and looked around. Apollo spread his hands helplessly, "Okay, I'll carry her on my back."

This white-haired girl was a little heavier than expected. She lowered her head, half-closed her eyes, and her frosty white eyelashes cast a shadow of bruises under her eyes.

"We're going to the Neptune's palace today." Athena said, she calculated that with herself and the Nemesis, there shouldn't be any problems with the obstacles sent by Gaia.

Still, it's weird that they haven't appeared yet.

Athena thought, it was Poseidon who cleaned it up for her, I hope.

She felt something strange in her heart, but she really couldn't explain the content clearly.

Poseidon was waiting at the port as promised.

"I prepared a bright pearl, maybe it can make her fall asleep later." Poseidon's eyes fell on the girl on Apollo's back, and then turned away. He was tall and handsome, very similar to Zeus, But his eyes were the blue of the ocean.

He set up a chariot driven by eight white horses, and let several gods sit in it. Apollo volunteered to drive, and let Neptune sit in the chariot.

Poseidon's blue eyes stayed on Athena's face for a moment. The three goddesses of revenge sat on the beam outside the car, and did not appear in the car at the same time as the two noble main gods.

Neptune turned his eyes and looked straight ahead.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Athena asked softly.

"You know I have something to ask your friend." Poseidon replied.

"You won't hurt her," Athena said.

"Will she cooperate with us?" asked Poseidon.

Athena turned her eyes to look out the window.

"I don't know," she said softly, "I don't know."

The white-haired girl remained silent and seemed to have fallen into a coma again. Poseidon stretched out his hand and gently touched her neck, "It's okay, she should last for a while."

I don't know why the vitality is still very strong, Poseidon couldn't help thinking.

He has always disliked this girl, and he doesn't know if she played some trick this time to get Zeus to transfer her to Tartarus.

Like it or not, like Zeus, he was full of deep fear of this girl.

He still remembered that her slender fingers drew patterns, her exquisite white wrist turned into clouds and rain, and her offensive and defensive momentum changed suddenly.

The beautiful Sea Goddess warmed up some milk for the white-haired girl, and carefully served it to her. She thanked her, then took the bowl and sipped it in small sips.

She looked famished and drank gently but quickly.

She should have not eaten for a long, long time.

"The king of gods ordered no one to give me food." The girl slightly raised her eyes, but the king of the sea dodged them, "Are you willing to endure his punishment?"

"At least for now, this is my destiny." The girl said softly.

Athena was standing in the corridor outside the hall. That girl's irritating level was always top-notch, and Poseidon was not a good-natured guy. She heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

Then she wanted to turn around and push the door in, but couldn't help but stop.

Prometheus presumably refused.

Why did she refuse? Could it be that they must fail in the prophecy?

Athena looked at her hand resting on the doorknob, but she still had to go in.

The next second she heard the sound of bones breaking.

The golden-eyed goddess rushed into the hall in an instant, and saw the white-haired girl sitting on the ground, holding her wrist in pain, and looked up at the face of Sea God.

"You really are, out and out, another tyrant"

The trident that Neptune was about to strike was blocked by the shield of the Goddess of War.

"She will not submit to Poseidon who is strong or violent." Athena snapped, "You idiot, so tell yourself how better you represent us than Zeus?"

"I, no, we'll at least treat her better than Zeus," replied Poseidon, "I know, she's just a strange crazy woman, a real fool." "

"Let's keep her here first, at least Zeus can't ask her opinion, right?" Poseidon said.

Athena thought for a while.

"You take out your medicine and find a better room." She said softly.

Poseidon thought for a while, he was obviously very angry, his chest was heaving violently.

Finally, he waved.

"Arguing?" Apollo asked, and Athena nodded, "Finally, I asked Poseidon to find her a bedroom."

"It seems that if things are done, he must never be allowed to be the king of gods." Athena whispered.

Apollo stood up, "I'll go and see."

The blond sun god stood at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Apollo? Apollo?" A man leaned on the iron bars on the door and waved at him vigorously.

"Hermes?" Apollo couldn't help asking, "Didn't you leave in the morning?"

"Be quiet, there is one more thing." Hermes waved at him desperately. The guy in front of him was indeed his best friend, Hermes. Apollo leaned over suspiciously.

"I'm starving to death. I just drank a bowl of milk all day. Hurry up and give me something to eat." Hermes lowered his voice, but couldn't help being anxious.

It must be the real guy.

Then.

Apollo seemed to suddenly understand something, "I said how could she be so heavy."

"That's right, it's always been me today." Hermes said without tears, "Give me something to eat first, or I'll starve to death, this is your eternal mystery."

"No wonder Poseidon said you are super healthy." Apollo couldn't help but said.

"That's right, I can fly back and forth from here to Olympus in one breath, can I be unhealthy?"

Hermes said, took an apple, and ate it in three or four mouthfuls.

"So, where is the prisoner?" Apollo asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, God King will definitely not do anything to us." Hermes said softly, "He agreed."

"However, she asked me to leave a message for you." Hermes greeted Apollo, "Yes, come closer and put your ear close."

"She asked, now that you have seen that Poseidon is just another tyrant, do you think what you have done is still meaningful?"

Apollo was slightly taken aback.

"What will happen to me?" he asked softly.

"She didn't say it, she just said that it's more serious than you going to kill Pitong." Hermes said.

"Why should I ask such a boring question." Apollo shook his head and sighed.

Why join Hera's Rebellion.

At first it was just dissatisfaction with Zeus.

The white-haired girl asked him suddenly, what happened after you overthrew him.

He saw it.

Poseidon is just another tyrant.

Do you still want to go?

"So she doesn't want me to go?" Apollo asked.

"She didn't say anything." Hermes recalled, "She just said that there are very few successes in the world that are achieved overnight, and they are all piled up from countless failures and countless corpses."

"Would you rather be a wretched and pitiful corpse lying in front?" asked Hermes.

Apollo seemed to see the white-haired girl looking at him with those deep purple eyes.

Sad and pitiful, yes, he knew that although many gods were united in this rebellion, it seemed that he had no plans for what kind of new era to establish and who to make the new king.

mob.

"Maybe, maybe, there will be a happy ending." Apollo said softly.

Hermes nodded, "As long as you're happy." He changed back to the white-haired girl. He obviously got some amazing artifact, which made his divine power go up to a higher level, except for the little He and Athena can't distinguish the sense of disobedience.

"I won't be tortured." Hermes seemed to suddenly think of something, "Help, you must save me when the time comes."

"No, I definitely won't." Apollo sternly refused, "You are the god of the sea, you are responsible for it."

The white-haired girl twitched slightly, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Hephaestus couldn't help but slow down a little.

"Are you ok?"

"It's okay." Prometheus said softly, she opened her eyes slightly and looked around, "I just didn't expect that the God King would send you to pick me up."

Hephaestus thinks it should be because the God King needs him to urgently make and present the new mask to Hermes on the way.

Hermes brought back a message yesterday. Prometheus said that Gaia would send someone to intercept her on the road. For her own safety, she asked Hermes to take the original route instead of her, and she stayed in the On the sacred mountain of Olympus, waiting for Hermes to uncover the remnants of the old era.

The king of gods readily agreed, and ordered Hephaestus to transform Hermes' mask, demanding that even the most powerful gods try not to see his prototype.

Although Hephaestus is not too keen on these things, he still knows that Zeus is very concerned about the prophecy that the titans he defeated will one day come back.

"Speaking of which, since the God King treats you like this." Hephaestus asked softly, "Then why don't you go with them."

Prometheus shook his head slightly.

She was already very weak, but Hephaestus knew that her decisions were unquestionable and unquestionable.

So Hephaestus was going to have a little chat with her.

"That quail is very good. It likes to eat grains, but it gets fat too fast." Hephaestus said softly.

"That's good." Prometheus echoed in a low voice, her eyes suddenly opened, and the bright deep purple was filled with traces of stars, "Please stand in front."

"Mother Gaia's scouts are here," she said softly, turning her head, her plain face framed by frost-white hair, alerted by the smell of danger.

"But don't worry, there is still a way."