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

"I heard that hell has been expanded?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah." Typhon said, "The sound of hell is very good now."

"I heard that as long as you buy indulgences, you don't have to go in." Typhon yawned, "I don't know how much you need to buy."

"I definitely won't buy it." Typhon said to himself, "Hell is my home, and I really like staying in it."

The doctor looked taken aback as he divided the herbs, which he professed to have some medical talent, to dry before marching.

So the higher authorities arranged for him to be a military doctor, and then he discovered that he was the only military doctor among the 1000 people he knew.

Typhon sat across from him, wearing a dirty white robe with a red cross, picking up a piece of black bread and eating it like an ordinary peasant.

He was holding a rusty knife, "If you have any money, it's fine."

"But I always feel that I shouldn't be able to grab too much money this time." Typhon said, looking up at the dark sky, the weather for the march was very bad.

Basically, it was rain and snow alternately. The doctors were almost exhausted, and a large number of soldiers fell ill. As farmers who had left their hometowns, they were not familiar with the climate and geography of their hometowns.

"Didn't a group of people die in the swamp yesterday?" Typhon said softly.

"Yes." The doctor said, "There are also quicksands, cliffs, and rivers." The doctor counted with his fingers, "How can we win when we reach the destination like this?"

"After all, they have the blessing of the Lord." Typhon said sarcastically.

The doctor shook his head.

He seemed to feel that he had made a strange move, and then fell silent.

"Why do you have to rob Jerusalem?" He asked softly, "Where the believers are, there is God." He whispered.

"You can show your spirit." Typhon suggested maliciously.

The doctor rested his chin on his hand and thought for a while.

"I don't know." He murmured in a low voice, "But I guess, even if the apparition really happened, they would still be going to Jerusalem."

"Because there are wealth and women in Jerusalem." Typhon said sharply, "The creatures in the world are generally driven by desire."

"Speaking of which, it doesn't matter to you." Typhon glanced at the doctor, "I think the order your lord should give you is to follow that woman."

"I think it's important to go here." The doctor avoided his gaze. "Maybe I don't understand humans at all."

"It's true, you don't understand humans, and you don't understand her." Typhon said, "After all, humans are the product of that guy's bad taste."

Crazy and insignificant human beings.

Tartarus folded his arms and looked at the hell that had begun to take shape. The betrayed angels who were chained were working day and night. I have to say that their efficiency is still very fast. The Lord of the Abyss raised his hand , yawned, "The work will probably be finished soon if this continues." He said to himself, "But I think why the number of prisoners suddenly started to increase."

"You didn't feel wrong." The fallen angel walked past him, "There will be a lot of prisoners here soon, are you happy?"

"I'm not a pervert, what's there to be happy about?" Tartarus said softly.

He was telling the truth.

The fallen angels hid mines and monuments, and Tartarus knew that this was the order of the monarch, and he hoped that humans would stop thinking about it.

Because he thinks for them, he affectionately calls human beings lambs, and as long as they are meek and obedient, he will generously bestow happiness after death.

Is that so?

Tartarus knew that there was a wasteland beyond hell, where the undead, both good and bad, were plentiful.

They wandered around, were bitten by bulls, and were in great pain.

But they were very docile in life.

work hard.

Try to survive.

Why did that prince not grant eternal happiness to the most ordinary of men, as he had promised?

Because they can't make a sound?

Submit because they are meek?

Tartarus knew that they cried day and night, and their cries reached the bottom of the abyss.

He doesn't like crying because it affects his sleep quality.

Is there any light in this era? Tartarus raised a hand and watched the sun fall on his hand.

Even though it was thousands of meters underground, there was still light that could shine down tenaciously. Then he lowered his head and saw a tuft of grass emerging from the ground.

He remembered that the monarch would call the common people grass people.

Grass is born, grass dies, grass is everywhere.

Yet they are also endless.

It can tear apart the most magnificent palaces and temples quietly.

"Master Tartarus." Someone's voice sounded, and Tartarus showed a frivolous smile, "What's the matter, have you finished digging?"

"We will judge heresy and purify everything with fire."

The roof of the Inquisition was covered, and the moment the lead roof fell, it indicated the completion of this magnificent building. People gathered around and watched, and everyone had a vague feeling in their hearts that something was about to start. .

But they couldn't tell.

The girl stood silently among the crowd, she raised her head high, and looked at the bright and white sunlight refracted on the lead roof.

Like skeletons exposed to the wilderness.

Angels stood solemnly on both sides of the door, offering their blessings to the completion of the building.

"Hey, you actually came here." The girl heard a voice behind her, she turned her head halfway, "Are you in charge of cutting the ribbon here?"

"When will it be my turn to do such an auspicious ribbon-cutting event?" Sariel said, scratching the back of his head.

The angel of the moon showed a smile, "I'm just curious, will there be many interesting things here."

Two people came out from the crowd, "Do you want to eat, I invite you." The girl said, and Sariel waved her hand, "I can invite you."

"I'm really grateful." The girl said, Sariel looked around, and felt that there was no place to eat, "Where is the place to eat you mentioned?"

"It's really impossible to steal some from the back kitchen of the church. They eat very well." The girl said nonchalantly.

Sariel said that as expected of you, you have the same virtue as hundreds of years ago, and I will send you to prison now.

"Stealing a piece of bread can go to jail for a long time." Sariel said.

"Then just steal two more yuan." The girl said flatly, "And you are an accomplice, and you might be able to sleep in a room by then."

Sariel said forget it, let's take a safer path.

The two turned from the wide square into the narrow alley, where homeless people and alcoholics gathered. The girl asked if there was any place to eat, and the homeless man looked at her and pointed in a direction.

"But you'd better not come to this kind of place." The tramp smiled, showing a bad set of teeth, "After all, this place is full of inferior people like us."

The girl looked at him with calm and gentle eyes. The homeless man seemed to feel something, and couldn't help but sit up. "There is really nothing delicious here."

"And it's full of pickpockets and thieves."

"It's okay, I didn't bring any money." The girl said firmly, "If you want to steal it, you will steal it from him."

Sariel covered her pocket, and found that there was no scratch on it, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I don't think it's suitable to stay here for a long time." Sariel said, "It's a terrible human being."

"It's better to say that these are just ordinary humans." The girl said softly, "Your Lord said that humans are lambs, so of course they are what the leaders look like."

"It is said that if the lamb is the leader and throws itself into the sea, the others will follow without hesitation." Sariel said.

"Yes." The girl nodded.

She stretched out her hand and watched the sun stream through her fingers.

Then she continued to walk forward, and Sariel found that the tramp did not lie to them. There was indeed a small tavern at the end, which smelled of garlic. The girl opened the door and walked in. Such a grotesque human being, Sariel felt that his life was seriously threatened.

The girl sat on the seat and raised her eyes to look at the owner, "Can I eat now?" She asked.

The shopkeeper was wiping the cup, and turned his head when he heard the words, "There are garlic and meat now." He said, "There is bread."

"Do you two want a drink?" he asked.

"No more." The girl replied.

The shopkeeper brought two black plates, Sariel stretched out his hand to pay the bill, then picked up a piece of black bread and looked at it in his hand.

"Are the two priests here to work?" the shopkeeper accosted.

Sariel shook his head, "We are just passengers."

"That's it." The shopkeeper said, "I think so, after all, we don't like dead people here to ask people to come and repent at the end of their lives."

"Is that so?" the girl asked.

"Because it was too chaotic, the priest came here and was taken away by the golden cross, and then he didn't come here very often." The shopkeeper said, "However, even if we repent, there is no hope for us dregs to enter heaven." He said to himself said with tobacco in his pipe.

"As long as you repent of all your sins before you die, you can be forgiven." Sariel said softly.

The shopkeeper gave him a deep look, "You really are a priest."

"I am self-taught." Sariel said, his eyes are the magic eyes of the moon, and he can completely see the sins of the people in this room.

They're scumbags, that's right.

But his eyes told him that there was a certain light about them too.

Weird, he thought to himself.

"You should be able to buy some things here." The girl asked softly.

The owner's gaze changed.

"Sure enough, you've had enough of that kind of person, right?" the shopkeeper said, "Or maybe the priest came here to spy on information?"

"We are all ordinary criminals, there is nothing to investigate. If you have the ability to drag us all to hard labor, it is not impossible." Attitude.

And those people in the store put their hands on their waists calmly, and Sariel felt that they had weapons, and they must have them.

If they were ignorant humans, they would probably be shredded into pieces.

The girl laughed, "It's nothing, I just think that everyone can be a sage."

"As a woman, it's really hard to find something to read," she says with a smile.

"We can't read," said the shopkeeper nonchalantly, but he was struck by something about this woman, a strange familiarity about her that made it impossible for him to refuse her request.

What a strange fellow, thought the owner.

He lowered his head and whispered in the girl's ear, "Tonight, someone is talking about Epicurus."

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