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

The white-haired girl stood in the wind, her slender body seemed unable to withstand the wind, but she stood with her shoulders straight.

Hephaestus saw her stretch out a hand and put it in front of him.

"You're not some kind of god for battle," she said softly.

Hephaestus is indeed not, but he is also considered a strong male god. He never thought that this girl would stand in front of him.

She shook her wrist slightly, "Please pull that thing out." She said softly, "If you want to deal with her scouts."

restore her powers.

Hephaestus believed that she would not run away, but, "You are not a god for fighting."

"That's not true." Prometheus said softly, "But this time, I have an advantage over you."

"And I've been through a lot of battles." The girl said with a smile. Her exquisite and well-behaved appearance often makes people think that she is a spoiled little scholar in the study.

Thus forgetting that this girl survived countless bloody and cruel battles.

"I've figured it out," she said softly. "Just a little bit of intrigue."

The scouts of Earth Mother Gaia are light and convenient hounds. They will find their targets by smell. Even the transformation of Hermes cannot fool their noses.

They are running now.

Hephaestus stretched out his hand, turned the mechanism slightly, and pulled the copper needle out of her wrist. She moved slightly, as if she was still not used to the feeling of power backflow.

"Hellhound was fun one day, you know?"

The girl smiled and said, as if she was telling a story in a leisurely manner, "They have the strongest sense of smell and fangs, and their saliva dripping on the ground will grow thorns."

She spoke slowly, then stretched out her hand and pointed to the thorns on the ground, "Speaking of which, this kind of thing will bloom beautiful flowers."

Hephaestus gave her a worried look.

However, he felt at ease for no reason, as if he saw some powerful god, which made him feel relaxed and comfortable listening to her talking about strange things like this.

However, she is indeed an extremely powerful god. Her fingers drew a beautiful arc in the air, as if she was directing something heartily. Immediately stabbed up.

In an instant, the three vicious dogs sent by Gaia were all fixed on the ground and could not move.

"When I was studying, I saw that some tyrants would tie their prisoners to bamboo shoots, so that they would be pierced to death the next day." Prometheus said softly, "The world has the greatest power Yes, plants that can lift stones and divide the skull perfectly in two."

She raised her hand, wiped off the blood froth overflowing from the corner of her lips, took a slight step back, and stabilized her body again.

She is indeed a, out-and-out powerful god.

Her power seems single and weak, but in her hands, it can display endless possibilities.

No matter what cute little animals you pinch, or pull out the teeth of poisonous snakes and trample lions under your feet.

"The dog is Gaia's nose," she said softly. "The nose is stuck here, but she should still have eyes."

"Come to the edge of the cliff with me." Prometheus held out his hand to Hephaestus, and he followed, "Your leg, don't worry."

"It doesn't matter, it's you." Hephaestus said.

"I mean, can you make sure you can step on the footprints and go backwards?"

Prometheus raised his finger and pointed to the footprints of the two people, "Then we walked to that rock and left."

"No problem." Hephaestus nodded, and he suddenly understood what the girl was going to do, leaving only a string of headless footprints.

In this way, Gaia's eyes can no longer stay on her body.

However, another feeling passed through Hephaestus' heart.

All the rumors about this girl are probably true, her hidden achievements, her condemned crimes.

No wonder the God King insisted on using torture unheard of by all gods to suppress her forever.

"Why don't you go with Gaia?" Hephaestus asked softly. The white-haired girl's breathing was obviously a little weaker than before because she had expended a little strength.

"Because that's not the future I want." She said softly, "Will this world be better now if the old ruler returns?"

"They didn't do very well when they were in power." Her voice was soft, but sharp and to the point. "Is the life of the tyrants in the past better than the current tyrants?"

"What kind of future do you want?" Hephaestus asked.

"This?" The girl let out a sigh of relief, "You will think I'm crazy."

"Do you still care about this?" Hephaestus said.

Prometheus smiled, "I don't care."

"I suddenly remembered something. I haven't thanked your wife yet." She said with a smile, "Thank you and her."

"The world I want?" She thought for a while, "Maybe it won't come in 1000 or 2000 years."

"Are you waiting like this?" Hephaestus couldn't help but said, "You will be tortured non-stop. Under the wrath of the God King, there are countless ways to make your life worse than death."

"If the dawn will come, can even such a long darkness be bearable?" Hephaestus said softly, "Why don't you find a little campfire to keep warm at this time."

"Because, when the sky is completely dark, there will be stars." The girl's voice was weak, but there was a faint longing.

When the sun goes out.

The stars water the mountains.

Such a sight is enough to keep me alive.

"I don't need any bonfire." She said softly, stretching out her hand and pointing gently at her thin and narrow chest, Hephaestus seemed to see her pierced heart that was still beating.

If this world is a swamp full of mist.

It was cut out to be a lantern.

She doesn't know when that world will come, she doesn't even know what it looks like, she can only roughly describe her yearning, but she believes in human beings.

This is their future.

Mount Olympus will one day usher in the greatest thunderstorm, and at that time, human beings will bravely declare their freedom.

Even she can't see so far into the future. The end of the age of mythology that she can see is a long future, and after that, human beings will still be trapped in superstition and ignorance.

But she always believed in humans.

"You let her do it." Zeus asked, reaching out and grabbing the girl's wrist.

Hephaestus lowered his head and nodded, "We encountered Gaia's scouts."

"I see." The God King said, waving his hand, "You can go back, thank you for completing this difficult task."

Hephaestus turned and backed away.

Zeus picked up a golden apple from one side and weighed it in his hand. It was a wedding gift for him and Hera, and it came from a tree full of endless vitality. This girl was dying now, so it was not time for him to be stingy.

He mercilessly inserted the copper needle into the girl's wrist, a line of blood flowed out from her pale wrist, and she might indeed not have much blood left.

Then the God King pulled out a golden shackle from one side, tied the girl's hands, and nailed them to the stone bed, and then her feet. He did it very carefully, as if he was dealing with some enemy he feared. .

After making sure that the girl could not move, he picked up a dagger, cut a small piece of golden apple, and put it in her mouth.

The girl's face regained a little color, but her hair probably couldn't change back. Her breathing gradually stabilized. He stretched out his hand and placed it on her forehead, feeling the fever gradually subside.

Finally, her frosty white eyelashes moved slightly and opened a line, she turned her head slightly, and saw the king of gods sitting on the side looking at the map.

"Are you awake?" Zeus asked.

Prometheus stretched out his hand, trying to support his body to sit up, but he had no strength at all, his body was soft and painful as if it had been scorched by flames.

"What the hell are you playing with me?" Zeus asked.

"As you can see, I am being hunted down by Gaia now." The girl said innocently, "I would be grateful if you could save my life for the sake of my old allies."

"Grateful, you actually have the word grateful in your life dictionary." Zeus said, "What are you thinking about?"

The God King stretched out his hand and pointed to his head, "Metis told me that I will be in danger recently."

"Let Metis give you an idea." Prometheus said softly, and she lay down again, trying to change herself to a more comfortable position.

"Don't think that I dare not touch you now." Zeus said softly, with a strong threat in his voice, "I have a lot of life-saving things here, and of course I'm not afraid of taking things too far."

Prometheus' shoulders moved.

"If you live, you will encounter danger. If you want to be safe all the time, you might as well stop living." She said with a smile.

Zeus stood up, "I didn't want to embarrass you."

"But you would rather let others down than be let down." Prometheus said softly.

Whether it was a whip or honey in his hand, she would always have this attitude. Zeus felt annoyed, he always had nothing to do with this young girl.

She never seemed to be afraid of anything, nor was she tempted by anything.

He finally sighed, picked up one side of honey and poured it into the water, stirred it, and handed it to the girl.

"Drink some water, you've been burning for too long," he said, "tell me what you want, Prometheus."

He picked up the bowl, lifted the girl's upper body, and put the bowl near her lips.

"Except for me to let you go and the few things you know, you can mention anything."