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

"This is roughly what we know now." Athena said, she unfolded a map made of smooth parchment, mapping Mount Olympus and the surrounding rivers and oceans.

All the gods participating in the battle have arrived, the chamber is brightly lit, their faces are solemn and serious, Hercules sits in it, looking at the gods, the blond Apollo, the warlike Ares, the bright-eyed Athena, the blue-eyed man with his hands on his chin is probably Poseidon, and the pale man in black should be Hades.

Sitting in the most honored position, Zeus kept tapping the armrest of the seat with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

"Have you got the herb I ordered you to harvest?" Zeus asked.

"Got it." Athena said, "We managed to take the lead."

"That's good, so they won't be invulnerable." Zeus praised, his eyes looked from top to bottom on the parchment, and then he looked at the gods present. If he had to make any plans, of course he could say Come out with a thousand sets.

But he couldn't help but feel a burst of irritability in his heart.

He knew there was a place inside of him, a safe zone.

It's an incredible safe zone.

While Poseidon closed his eyes and fell asleep, Hades remained silent.

The three gods seem to have reached a tacit agreement.

Athena suddenly understood what they were waiting for someone.

There was one other person who was not present at the meeting.

"Let's talk about your ideas first, Athena." Zeus said, "How do you think we should win."

The Goddess of War took a whip and placed it on the map.

"If it's my idea, it's probably like this."

"Does anyone have any opinions?" After she finished her plan, she looked at the gods present. Apollo looked at Artemis, and both shook their heads. Say something, but can't find the words.

"Hermes?" Athena asked.

"I think there is indeed a problem, but I can't tell where it is." Hermes scratched the back of his head and said.

"I have a question. I agree with all the other places. Is there any arrangement for the valley in the back mountain?"

A voice sounded, and everyone's eyes were attracted by this voice. It was familiar but unfamiliar. Its source hadn't spoken on the mountain for nearly 1000 years, and they, the slightly older gods, all remembered her.

That fellow, the sinner of the gods, the eternal exile.

It can also be said that the most powerful sage and prophet in this world, the goddess named Prometheus, has returned.

Sea God suddenly woke up from his doze, he turned his head, and then saw his brother's face showing a similar expression to his own, the girl was standing at the door of the meeting hall, she was wearing gray prison clothes, and her white hair was knotted. Simple braids were coiled behind his head, and his purple eyes were obviously bruised from long-term fatigue, but his eyes were still sharp and sharp.

Athena waved slightly, and her cat jumped off the chair beside her.

That is the closest position to Zeus.

"I heard that Aphrodite called me. I'm sorry I overslept." She smiled, but there was no smile in her eyes. It was indeed the goddess herself. This determination and arrogance, There is no possibility of impersonation.

However, at this moment, there is nothing that makes everyone present feel more at ease than her coming here.

The gods made way for her, and Hercules at first had a slight sense of disobedience about it.

But when the girl was really standing there, such a sense of disobedience disappeared.

She must be the legendary god.

The eyes of the gods looked at her from one end of the long table.

Compared with 1000 years ago, she has not changed at all.

Her 1000 years were not rich and well-fed, nor was she well-fed. She endured the most terrifying hell in the world for nearly 1000 years. Even if she is a god, there should be no trace left.

No matter how noble a god is, after being abused for a few years, it will make people feel as if they have passed away. Poseidon couldn't help thinking, but he and Apollo went to work in the quarry for a year, and when they came back, they felt as if they had lost everything. less brilliant.

And this guy.

It seems that these 1000 years have been thrown into the water and cease to exist, like a treasured knife that was broken and thrown into the sea, rubbed with salt, and then pulled out of the scabbard 1000 years later.

It was still scorching cold, as if it would be scratched just by looking at it.

She walked over and sat calmly in the seat reserved for her. The God King let out a sigh and announced that the meeting would continue.

Ares felt nervous, he looked up and saw the dark clouds in the sky, he knew it was this day.

Although he is a god of war, this is the first time he has actually faced a real battle of the gods. He was not born the last time after all.

He adjusted the reins of his chariot, counted the lance and shield, and someone put a hand on his shoulder.

"Athena?" He turned his head and raised a provocative smile, "Will you compare your head later?"

"You really deserve a beating." The goddess said, "I was going to comfort you because you were shaking like a little chick."

"Who is shaking?" Ares retorted, and Athena looked at the ground, "Your water has been spilled."

"I was excited." Ares said forcefully.

Athena didn't continue to say anything, just smiled.

This made Ares feel strange.

However, the next second turned into fear.

It seems that it is really a terrifying battle, you can win or die, even Athena is not harsh on herself.

Apollo walked over from the other side. He led his white horse, and the quiver on his back was filled with golden arrows. "Don't pee your pants for a while, Ares." He mocked.

"If I don't get the most kills today, I'll call you daddy." Ares gave his middle finger to his back, and the blond sun god turned his head and gave him a provocative smile.

"Call twice to practice first." He said.

"Actually, I was scared for a while when I went to the battlefield for the first time." Athena said softly, and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, the horse will feel your weakness."

"I know." Ares said, "No matter what, I won't be afraid."

The gods led their chariots and left the stable one after another. Apollo gently stroked the forehead of the horse. He saw the white-haired girl standing at the door of the stable, seemingly thinking about something.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing." Prometheus rubbed his eyes, "The chariot is really huge."

"Is this the first time you saw it?" Apollo asked, "There is a seat at the back, do you want to come up?"

"Please give me a ride." She said, grabbed the side panel and climbed up.

"Are you capable of fighting?" Apollo asked.

"It's nothing." Prometheus replied. She stretched out her fingers and slightly flicked the wall panel of the chariot. It was very thick. She lay on it and looked into the distance.

"You're thinking about something," said Apollo.

"Yes." She admitted, "I was thinking, why can a chariot defeat a Titan?"

Her fingers slid across the wainscot, seeming interested.

"This should be the work of Athena." Apollo said, "After this victory, will you come back to us?"

"No." The girl said firmly, she smiled and added, "I prefer the distance."

"Actually, it's because if you don't say that prophecy, Zeus won't let you go." Apollo said softly.

The girl was slightly taken aback, "Is it so well known?"

"Yes." Apollo said, "Why have you been refusing to tell him?"

"As you said, there is no constant victory and invincibility. Even if you tell him, he won't be forever, and you won't suffer so much."

"There's nothing wrong with saying that," Prometheus said, resting her chin on her knees, "but if everyone just lays back and waits for that happy ending."

"It won't come."

"It's the front hall of Olympus." Apollo asked, "Are you going to come down here? I'm going to the battlefield. I'm not sure if I can protect you. I can already hear the sound from the ground."

The girl pushed the baffle and jumped down, "Then I wish you all the best."

"Do you want to go ahead and have a look?" Another chariot stopped behind her. She turned her head, raised her hand to block the sunlight, and saw Hercules standing on top of the chariot, holding a Red bridles, bright armor on his head, dazzling in the sun that leaked through the dark clouds.

"I can protect you," he said with a smile, holding out a hand.

The girl smiled.

"Do I look this curious?" she said with a smile, smoothing her hair.

"Very curious," said Hercules.

"It's not a good thing to be seen through." The girl said with a smile, grabbed the side panel, and climbed up. "I really want to see it. I haven't watched the battle of the gods for many years."

"Is it nice?" Hercules asked.

"It's okay." The girl said softly, "I'm not a fan of violence."

But only when you see the gods fighting can you think about how to defeat them.

"How is your health?" Hercules asked.

"Very well," Prometheus said, "I gave Zeus a golden apple, and you tell him that I'm done."

"I promise to keep my mouth shut," said Hercules.

The girl laughed and couldn't help coughing for a while. Hercules knew that she had lied.

The dark clouds have covered all the sunlight, and the roar of the ground is getting louder and louder. Finally, a giant's face poked out from the black crack in the ground, and then.

A high mountain was thrown out, and a huge staircase was built on the ground.

The Yin wind howled, and the Fengshen fled under the power of the gods, making a sharp sound.

Titans, it's time to fight.

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