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

"Eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling are all sins." Tartarus counted with his fingers. "Writing novels is also a sin, and talking to people is also a sin."

He sat down and carefully read the list on the parchment.

"What kind of strange thing is the review committee?" He sighed softly, "The world is really becoming more and more incomprehensible to people, and it feels like life is a sin."

"Breathing pollutes the environment." He turned the parchment over and found something on the back.

Moros also looked at his piece of parchment, picked up the scissors, and cut a golden thread short.

The golden thread broke in mid-air, flew up and disappeared into ashes, the grapes were still bearing fruit, he stretched out his hand to look at his own flowers, they were still blooming very well.

"This world is really well managed." Tartarus sighed, "Everyone keeps their own place and uses all their strength to worship God."

"Gods don't need blessings, but disasters from time to time can also make people grateful." Moros said softly, "It's really a road that has never been imagined."

"It's really a glorious and eternal empire." Tartarus rolled up the parchment and knocked himself on the head, "It's enviable."

Most of the old gods who were deprived of their omnipotence fell into a deep sleep, and the Lord ordered them to be placed in the seventh floor of hell.

Tartarus sometimes goes over to check in case someone falls asleep in the lava.

He didn't want to admit that he would occasionally feel something similar to the sadness of a rabbit dead and a fox.

The gods, who once had power and power, were now nothing more than marble statues to be manipulated, and he and Moros would come over to sort them out, and see if anyone was inclined to wake up.

But they knew that it was impossible for them to awaken, that the awakening of gods stripped of their omnipotence had never happened before.

Unless a miracle happens.

"Did she say anything to you?" Tartarus asked, holding the lamp and pulling Hades in.

Moros put down the lamp, and he moved Isis carefully, "She said that there is only one family of gods in the world who are so powerful that there must be absolute corruption."

"This is nonsense." Tartarus said dissatisfiedly, "but now all power is concentrated in one god, even if someone defeats him."

"Will he share the power?" asked Tartarus.

Moros shook his head, "You also said that there will always be miracles in the world."

Human beings are constantly being born and dying, which is to bet on miracles.

As long as life continues, as long as life continues, there will be miracles.

Tartarus breathed out, he straightened up slowly, and walked out, the wails of hell echoed in his ears again.

"Moros," said Tartarus softly, "are you afraid of death?"

Moros was silent for a while.

"Scared." He said frankly.

"Then you'd better be careful," Tartarus reminded.

Moros nodded respectfully.

He carried the lamp and walked down the stone steps, the howling of the suicide echoed in his ears, but he knew that there was a very quiet place on the eighth floor, where heretics were judged.

There were neither too many nor too few people there.

Lantern bearers exist forever, traveling to other places, they may be arrested and beheaded, or they may die of the plague in the wilderness of the countryside.

But no one can stop them from leaving.

There will never be only white lambs in this world.

Children are born casually and die casually.

The woman hugged the child and looked at the gray sky. What will he do in the future? Will he be a farmer? He will work his whole life on the barren soil. If he is lucky, he may be a priest.

The streets are so dirty that there is almost nowhere to go, filled with stinky smells, animal offal, and all kinds of garbage are piled up on the road in a haphazard manner, and the poor have no houses, and they are all crowded in sheds.

Their land has been plundered and usurped, and they have nothing but their life and their longing for God.

"Does God love the world?" the girl asked softly.

Sariel stared at the dirty street.

"Maybe it's not that part of love," he said.

The girl let out a sigh of relief.

"There are not many pure gods in this world." Sariel said softly, "You are one."

"Why don't you enjoy eternal happiness, you have to force yourself to face these things." He covered his nose and said, "You are clearly a favored creature in this world."

"It's not like me, it's just a half god, life and death are not up to me."

Sally said softly.

The girl raised her head and looked at the gray clouds.

She blinked her purple eyes, lowered her head, and showed a faint smile, "Maybe I'm more restless."

"I always feel that if I don't do something in my life, I will be sorry for being born once."

"Don't look down on her now, she was born quite noble back then." Typhon said, holding his knees and looking at the bonfire. Their troops were on the way back, and the survivors seemed a lot more relieved. The doctor yawned, He took the dashi jar from the fire and tasted it.

"Really?" asked the doctor.

"Yeah, that guy's father was the pillar of the west, and was once prominent, and his mother is the goddess Themis, one of the most respected and powerful goddesses." Typhon counted with his fingers, "She is the only one in the family. Missy."

The doctor listened quietly, "And then?"

"I don't think she looks like a young lady at all." The doctor said in a low voice, "If she is from such a background, why bother, as long as you stay at home, you will have enough to enjoy."

"You have to ask her about that." Typhon said with a smile, "This guy ran away from home when he was very young."

"Then she killed her own monarch and father." Typhon said, "A terrible woman."

The doctor shook his head.

"It is true that the spirit is not normal." He said softly, "Why?"

"You can only ask her herself." Typhon said helplessly, "I think she is crazy too."

"But she thinks she's normal."

"She has nothing to do with normality," said the doctor sternly.

Typhon reached out a hand and shook him, "I happen to think so too."

"She doesn't smoke or drink, she doesn't have any hobbies, she's probably a born chaotic." Typhon said, "To be honest, I don't know what she likes at all."

"She is the most dangerous thought prisoner in the world." The doctor repeated softly.

He once wondered why his father would mark this wandering god like this. His father said that this goddess is the most evil and dangerous existence in the world, more evil and dangerous than the fallen angel who turned into a snake, and the disaster that killed all.

"Beware of her, she will corrupt your mind and shake your faith."

"Trick your life with illusory castles in the air."

Doctors also remember the teachings of the Lord.

But for no reason, he thought of the white lilies that the girl had bloomed in the snow that night.

She is good at giving mortals a dream.

to earn their souls.

The doctor felt that if the goddess wanted to, she could smile and say to herself, die for me, and then she would involuntarily give her life to her.

She is indeed dangerous.

But she doesn't want to save anyone's life.

She can even instigate the sheep to jump off the cliff.

Because she told them that if that was the case, their babies could jump on their backs to the other side and live.

"Twice in her life she betrayed, once for the mother and once for the child," Typhon said. "That's what they say."

The doctor took a sip of the soup lightly, "The bottom of hell is reserved for traitors." He hung his head.

But if it is for mother and child.

I.

Also willing to go to the bottom ah.

He couldn't help thinking.

It just doesn't make sense at all.

But is there anything more reasonable in the world than this?

He felt the danger of this woman, she was as dangerous as an unquenchable orange flame, even if he knew that he would be smashed to pieces, he couldn't help but fly moths into the flame.

The girl looked at the gray sky, and the light shone down from above, making her pale skin a little translucent. She turned her head, looked at Sariel, and smiled.

"Actually, I have always felt that I have got the best." She said softly, "The life of sitting and singing under the pigeon flower tree is really not suitable for me. I may be more suitable for toiling to death and spending my whole life in a mud pit roll."

Because she desires dissatisfaction, she wants to create a world.

What a lack of greed.

"But why do you make humans suffer?" Sariel asked, "If they don't have wisdom, they will be kept by the gods."

"I asked them what they thought." The girl said softly, "I'm not a bad person after all."

"What do human beings want most?" Sariel asked, "Isn't it to work every day to make a living, to work hard all one's life, to endure birth, old age, sickness and death?"

"They." The girl said with a smile, pointing to the sun, "I asked them, if there are so many mountains and seas in the world, should they stay in a paradise forever and never go out again."

"Indeed, the world is quite dangerous." Sariel echoed.

"They said, then move mountains and fill seas." The girl said softly.

Sally fell silent.

He never thought of such an answer, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers are all created by gods, and the grassroots only need to be in awe.

My life has a limitless meaning, and my heart expects to fill the sea and move the mountains again.

This is the difference between humans and gods.

"So you stole the fire for them." Sariel said softly, "Because this answer gave you confidence?"

The girl smiled.

"There must be light in this world."

"God said, let there be light, so there is light." Sariel chanted in a low voice, "but what if God is stingy with his generosity?"

"Then some people will ignite their own hearts." The girl said softly, "It was raining heavily at the time, and I wanted to hide the fire in the safest place, a place where the king of gods would find it difficult to recover."

Sariel already understood that she put it there.

He raised his hand and placed it on his empty and dead chest.

What a great place.

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