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

"Take him away." Achilles waved his hand, "By the way, take away your relative."

He raised his finger and pointed at the priestess. The old king of Troy showed a grateful expression, and then reached out and patted the girl on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

The priestess stood still, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

"Let's go."

The blond hero waved his hand. He stood in front of his friend's bones, "I also have someone to bury."

The king got into the chariot, and they put the body wrapped in white cloth on the chariot, and then the king shook the reins and let the chariot start.

The two armies decided to call a seven-day truce and each bury their dead.

People were fetching water, washing the bodies, choosing brightly colored clothes for them, and gathering firewood for the cremation.

It was also the first time the gods had witnessed a human funeral.

What is death?

Why give human beings death.

Zeus once thought about this problem. Human beings are so fragile and perishable. When he decided to take revenge on human beings, he easily found countless things that would destroy them and put them in an exquisite and beautiful box. Women bring all this to humanity.

Then human beings are indeed under the plague, and in the war, corpses are scattered all over the field.

But there are still more and more of them.

The last time he observed human beings like this was when Pandora opened the box. At that time, he admired the helpless wailing of human beings. They knelt on the ground, touched the ground with their foreheads, and begged him for mercy.

Holding Thunder in his hand, he watched all this with cold eyes.

This is the second time he has witnessed a large number of human beings die.

However, this time no one knelt on the ground, humbled into the dust, and exchanged tears and loyalty for the possibility of living as a dog like the last time.

They look very, very normal.

Grease firewood.

They seem to firmly believe that they will shelter the dead, and that all the dead will become stars in the sky, illuminating the path of future generations.

What kind of madness is this.

Perhaps they themselves know that it is nothing but madness.

But so they say to the children, that old men never die, and young men never weep, they are lying, born liars as much as their Maker.

However, human beings sometimes survive by drawing nourishment from lies.

Zeus turned his head and decided to go back, he had nothing to stay here, that guy, to be honest, he really couldn't kill her.

After all, she is absolutely undead, and sometimes he wonders if this damned power is designed to offend all the god kings.

You don't like her, but you can't kill her.

The girl let out a slight breath and opened her eyes. She lowered her eyes and saw that the fingerprints that had been pinched out on her arm had disappeared. She probably had slept for a long time.

"You're awake." She heard a voice say, she turned her head, and saw that the Lord of the Abyss was mending a sweater, using pale pink thread, and he rubbed the wool up, "I saw someone I think it's very interesting for women to play like this."

"But I'm not cold, or I'll give it to you." Tartarus gestured at Prometheus, then threw it on her body, and stood up.

"I'll tell Moros that you're up."

"What happened to him?" the girl couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, I'm just in a hurry to get back to work." Tartaros said softly, "Let me watch you."

"I have to say that you have always had strange ideas about how to fight Zeus."

Tartarus raised the curtain and walked out. The girl lowered her eyes, looked at the half-knitted sweater, and fell into thought.

Not to mention anything else, this feels really ugly.

"Your little girlfriend is fine." Tartaros said, patted Moros on the shoulder, "Did you have a good talk with Master Chaos?"

"No." Moros said honestly.

"He revealed to you the portent of the future, didn't he?" said Tartarus softly.

"Yes." Moros said softly, "but I admit, I hesitate."

"That kind of thing has nothing to do with us." Tartarus said, "I heard about it. Speaking of which, do you still remember the woman your little girlfriend helped?"

"Women she helped, isn't that too much?" Moros asked.

"Oh, yes," said Tartarus, "but I've heard of that. Have you heard of Io?"

"I've heard of it." Moros nodded.

"Didn't she be guided to Egypt by your little girlfriend? I don't know if your girlfriend is blind or something, but she took a long detour."

Tartarus played with her nails, "Then she established her own dynasty, and she was revered as a goddess."

"They call her Isis." Tartarus twirled his fingers in his ear. "And she wants to see her now."

"That's her guest, why do you ask me?" Moros said softly.

"Isn't she your woman?" asked Tartarus.

Moros smiled, "I'm not so brazen, I think she is mine."

Moros fully knew the purpose of Isis, and this was exactly the future revealed to him by Mr. Chaos.

Isis brought news from the east that a new kind of god is emerging, and they have only one god in total.

An all-encompassing deity, all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-good.

Chaos warned Moros of its power.

One day it will come to this land, knock down all the gods in power, and end the era when many gods are in the sky together.

"We are not the gods in power, and there is no need for it to eat us." Chaos said softly, "But Moros, I see your fate has been deflected."

"What will happen to her?" Moros asked.

"No prince will take her power," said Chaos. "She will wander as she foretold."

"I'm talking about you." Chaos said, his voice was not high, but with great majesty, "There are two roads ahead of you."

"First, stay underground with me and work as usual." Chaos said softly, "We are the pillars of the world."

"The second thing is to go wandering with her." Chaos said, "It's not impossible if you like."

"But I want to tell you that if fate is not sorted out, it will go in a strange direction." Chaos said, "I don't intend to kidnap you, but if you really love her."

If it was Moros in the past, he might not understand what the ancient god was saying.

But now he has made a decision.

Isis knelt gently under Prometheus' knees, but in the next second, she was pulled up, "Speaking of which, I thought you would beat me up the next time you saw me, After all, I pointed you to a road that is not too short." The white-haired girl said with a smile.

"I am very grateful to you." Isis folded his hands lightly, "I know what suffering you have encountered because of this."

The girl raised her eyebrows, "It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you."

"It's really a good thing to see you living so well in your own country." Prometheus said with a smile, "You have actually come here."

"I came here to see you, and to bring news." Isis said softly, "In the east, a new monarch is rising."

"I know." The girl said softly, "It won't hurt you." She stretched out her hand and gently touched Isis's head, "You are a god created by humans, and it cannot kill you."

"Sleep, perhaps," said Isis. "I am not afraid of sleep."

"I'm just sometimes afraid of the coming of that world." Isis said softly, "I have witnessed the ten plagues coming one after the other, and this monarch is no more benevolent than before."

"It won't be more violent." The girl smiled and patted her on the shoulder lightly, "If you are really worried, trust humans."

Isis smiled, "Can you hug me?" She raised her pure forehead, "This way I really don't have to be afraid of anything."

"You have always been the bravest girl in the world." Prometheus said softly, she hugged the goddess' thin shoulders, and gave her a strong and warm embrace.

"Master Chaos told me that the days when the gods return to humans are coming to an end, and the good days of us gods who were born from the source are coming to an end." Tartarus said boredly, "He is the same with you What did you say, the next step is the rise of the Supreme Good God."

"Humanity's belief in it means that it deviates from the original desire, and the original desire will become the original sin." Moros replied, "Master Chaos said so."

"But our three pillar gods have nothing to do with these things." Tartarus said, "Have you decided whether to stay here with us old guys, or go wandering with your little lover."

"I'll stay," Moros said softly.

"What?" Tartarus said in amazement, "I heard Furies say that you will dedicate all your lives to her."

"One thing," Moros said, turning to leave.

Tartarus felt that there was something particularly bad about Moroes.

aphasia.

No matter what is in his stomach, you can't ask.

Moros stared into the mirror that could see the world above.

Troy was ignited by the fire, and people fled in all directions. Then the young princess opened the secret passage and insisted on leaving after all the people who could evacuate. The young blond hero rushed into the city, trying to find the priestess.

He still didn't want her to die.

However, Apollo's arrow hit his ankle, and he slowly knelt on the ground, but he did not fall, because the girl rushed over and hugged him tightly.

The fire came over.

The girl's tears were evaporated by the high temperature.

She moved her lips.

Love cannot be concealed or lied to.

The two sections of gold wire broke at the same time.

Human beings can always do unexpected things that go against their instincts.

He wanted to go with her, he didn't want to be underground anymore, he knew that for the first time in his life he wanted to be free.

Yet he was willing to kill the idea.

If he leaves, he won't be able to help her.

He would like to believe in humans as she did, and that they would one day meet again in the bright light of day.

He brought her back to Hades. This is one of the few private affairs that Moros has done in this life. Let's not spend some time apart until that day comes.

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