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

"The God King sent me to ask something." Hermes said, and sat down. "He wants to ask you how to win if the Titans counterattack Mount Olympus."

"He's getting older this year, so he should know that this kind of thing should be resolved by himself," Typhon said.

Hermes chose to lean to the other side, he didn't want to be eaten by Typhon for afternoon tea.

"Is that so?" The white-haired girl said softly, "What if I don't tell him."

"He will come down to find you in person," Hermes said.

He had to admit that Zeus was a bit humble in doing this.

"And I'm just a mouthpiece, I won't be very hungry after eating." He looked at Typhon and said.

He has always been a gentleman, especially the kind who knows current affairs.

"To be honest, I don't even know what you are waiting for?"

Hermes said softly, looking at the white-haired girl, "You see, there is no good end to disobeying Zeus. If you tell him what he wants earlier, you will be happy sooner."

"I have nothing to say," she said softly. "Let him lose sleep over that secret."

Hermes let out a sigh.

He was used to this process, he came to run errands to spread the word, got nothing, and then went back and processed it as much as possible, so as not to make the God King furious, although the God King probably knew what happened in his heart.

"It's been hundreds of years." Hermes said softly, "It's been hundreds of years, what are you waiting for?"

The girl's eyes blinked slightly, has it been hundreds of years?

I have been imprisoned for hundreds of years.

For hundreds of years, every day has been uninterrupted torture. She has not eaten, drank, or slept for hundreds of years. Every day is spent in extreme pain. On Mount Olympus The god-king of God is waiting for her to surrender, to let her succumb to unbearable suffering.

Tell the answer to the prophecy that terrified him.

He sent the condor to peck at her internal organs, sent the banshee to sink her into a nightmare and couldn't break free. She couldn't remember any bone in her body that hadn't been broken, or where she hadn't been injured.

Everyone, including Zeus, fell into a kind of ennui.

He really couldn't think of too many ways to torture her.

Zeus was sitting on his seat, looking at the plants in the garden. His son was now completing his twelve trials. Zeus had a certain prophecy that this child would save that guy from suffering.

He seemed to have an idea at that moment.

As far as he knows, the most painful thing in the world is to despair when you see hope.

For example, when a person who is about to drown finally comes up, he is beaten down heavily, this feeling.

He wrote a letter to Hades, if Hercules wants to save the goddess, so be it.

However, if she is still unwilling to speak that prophecy, he will never set her free.

Once the long-term suffering is relieved, can she still endure the longing for freedom?

"Tell him, by the way, that if Hercules does rescue the goddess, you will be waiting for them at the gate of Hades, and tell her that if you don't tell that prophecy, you won't be able to get out, never will be possible."

A playful smile appeared on the lips of the God King.

Prometheus, you may be able to endure the cruelest punishment, but can you still hold on to the freedom that is at your fingertips?

Hercules adjusted the position of the lion skin on his shoulders. He carefully held the torch and groped in the bottomless Tartarus. What he was looking for was the god in the deepest part of Tartarus. .

He hates the persecution of the gods on the same kind.

At the same time, he also wanted the help of this prophet to give him a little guidance in the next great cause he needs to accomplish.

Tartarus is divided into three layers, the upper layer is the wandering soul, the middle layer is the residence of the happy soul and the palace of the gods, and the bottom layer is the sinners, the old gods who were defeated in the early years.

And under the bottom layer, the place closest to the center of the earth, there is a narrow and terrifying place, and that is his destination.

Hercules traveled far and wide in his life and saw countless tragic scenes, but Tartarus still surprised him. Sinners were receiving different punishments. Some were burned by fire, some were chased by vicious dogs, and some became Trees that can only shed tears, they are howling and crying bitterly.

He walked carefully, not disturbing the Titans in shackles and chains. They are the rulers of the past, but now they can only stay in this Tartarus to spend their endless lives. The arms of the old god king Cronus were crushed Chained layer upon layer, bound to a gigantic bronze rack, Hercules decided to walk behind him, avoiding his blood-red, sleepless eyes.

A deep and narrow ladder was revealed.

He extinguished the torch.

There is no need for lighting here, the magma is boiling and roaring, but the air in the ground is icy cold, if you get close to the magma, you will be scorched unbearably, and if you stay a little farther away, you will feel that your lungs will freeze.

He saw a pair of giant scarlet pupils.

"Are you Prometheus?" Hercules asked.

The giant pupil shrank rapidly, and a man appeared, with pointed ears and canine teeth, a handsome and thin face, snake pupils and a long tail.

Hercules couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"I'm Typhon." The man said with a smile, hissing like a snake, his tail patted the ground, as if planning to wake someone up.

"Prometheus, someone has come to ask you to work."

Hercules once imagined the appearance of this god. According to poems and legends, he should be a thin male youth, perhaps a little perverted, but what appeared in front of him was a young girl.

She was thin and frail, as pale as a clean roof on a snow-capped mountain, and her white hair exuded a breath of decay and decay.

However, she has a pair of special purple eyes, bright and clear, as if no matter how broken this body is, she can still find out the future direction from the star chart.

"You?" Hercules couldn't help being surprised.

The girl coughed slightly for a while.

"You were not sent by the God King." She tilted her head slightly, "So what are you doing here?"

"Is there anything you want to ask?"

He did have something he wanted to ask, for example, how to subdue the three-headed dog above.Or, how to get the golden apple.

But now he has more to do.

He grabbed the girl's hand, then raised the ax and cut off the copper chain wrapped around the girl's slender and pale wrist. The girl trembled slightly in pain, but she didn't dodge.

He pulled out the copper needle stuck in her wrist, the blood hole was empty, like a confused black eye, then he said sorry, stretched out his hand to wrap around the girl's shoulder, and carefully pinched the nail on her chest .

Then pull it out.

She choked out a mouthful of blood, and the curse attached to the nail seemed to affect her limbs.

At this moment, she was pulled out together, as if she had been run over by something, and every bone in her was shattered into powder.

"You hit hard." Typhon couldn't help but said.

"What's wrong with her?" Hercules couldn't help asking, the girl gave a slight cock, her eyelashes trembled, and then stopped in the air.

"Sleep," said Typhon, "you pulled the nail out, the curse was stripped, she hasn't slept in almost 1000 years."

"It's not very normal," Typhon said.

Hercules looked at the girl lying on his hands. She was very weak, and compared with her back, her palms seemed too wide.

"Did you come here on someone's orders?" Typhon asked.

"No." Hercules shook his head.

"Then I regret it, I am Prometheus, please save me." Typhon said heartlessly and irresponsibly.

At that moment, Hercules seemed to have a new understanding of the gods.

"Ah, if she leaves smoothly, I'll be so lonely." Typhon turned over and said, "We have been friends for hundreds of years."

"But I don't think she will be let go." He showed his pointed canine teeth, "Maybe I can wait for a second to enter the palace."

"You really have a dark mind," Hercules said.

"Isn't it because I like her?" Typhon said with a smile.

He stared at Hercules' back disappearing into the darkness, and couldn't help smiling. According to his understanding of Zeus, that guy really wouldn't let the girl go free.

Unless she tells that secret.

But Typhon couldn't help but make a wish.

Although he was lonely, he hoped that the girl could be free.

He once watched her being pulled off all her nails one by one by the banshee, and he also saw her thrown into the deep water, choking and coughing until the water was scarlet.

However, whether it was whip, axe, deep water, fire, nightmare, or temptation, she never said a word, but shook her head, expressing her refusal of coercion and temptation, this woman is not afraid of death or pain.

Nor does she fear endless captivity or endless torture.

"Don't you want to be free?" Typhon asked.

"What you get by begging for mercy at the feet of the God King is not freedom." She said softly.

"At least it's better than now." Typhon still couldn't understand what this guy was obsessed with, but he admitted that he felt some kind of fear.

This young girl may be weak, and may not be able to kill any enemies, but he admitted that she is stronger than himself.

"I wish you freedom." Typhon said softly.

Hercules felt the wetness on his shoulders, and he couldn't help turning his head, and found that the blood overflowing from the corner of the girl's mouth had already stained the clothes on his shoulders red, and the hell dogs smelled the blood and found him. , They bared their teeth in the darkness, with a greedy and hungry cold light in their eyes, as if they were about to rush up and bite them in the next second.

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