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

"The population has increased," said the tax collector, unfolding the paper. "It is nothing short of a miracle."

The queue for the baptism of newborns was very long. The priest hummed a tune, ironed his robe, and arranged his white collar meticulously. Then, he was so frightened by the live fish wine brought by the nun that the branding iron dropped to the ground.

"What are humans doing?" Chaos asked after waking up from his perennial sleep.

"Working." Tartarus replied respectfully.

"I see." Chaos rubbed his eyes, took a sip of water from the jug, "What are you going to do?"

"What are my plans?" Tartarus said softly.

"What are you hiding behind?" Chaos said sharply.

"It's just a letter from a guy," Tartarus said casually, before turning around and walking out.

He unfolded the letter paper again, which was an order issued by the Lord God. He ordered himself to catch the traitors and wanted criminals, and then changed the terrain to limit the space of human beings.

"Men don't need much intelligence, it makes them unhappy."

Tartarus sometimes approves of this.

After all, as long as human beings have brains, they will be very unconvinced, which makes their workload soar by many quotas in an instant.

"If he finds out what I have done, please protect her." This was Moros' request, and Tartarus lowered his raised hand.

"You know I can protect you," Tartarus said softly.

"I also know that you can only protect one person." Moros replied.

"I only have feelings for you," Tartarus emphasized.

The dark-haired young man's black eyes are as quiet and clear as the night.

"You are my family." Tartarus sighed and turned around, "You can say that."

"I don't have any relatives or friends in my life." Tartaros said softly, "Only with you and Lord Chaos."

"We are the same kind."

Even if he were Tartarus, he couldn't help but sigh in sorrow.

"It's okay." Moros said softly, "I won't be killed."

Tartarus lowered his eyes.

He sat down.

"Speaking of which, I suddenly started to miss Typhon." He said softly, "In the end, I'm still sorry for him, aren't I?"

"Giving life casually, and staying out of it casually, I am nothing but a rotten person."

"Please don't say that," Moros said.

Tartarus stretched out his hand, and a light fell on his finger, "Speaking of which, do you know what my authority is?"

Moros was a little taken aback.

He did not know the specific names of Tartarus' powers.

For example, he himself is called the God of Destiny, but the specific name of power is Shearing.

Tartarus smiled.

"Don't worry." He said calmly and indifferently, "I've been bored here for so long, let's talk about it after I go to the world."

"I told you, I have a hole card."

"You know what my authority is, don't you?" Tartarus asked casually.

The girl lowered her eyes.

"I know."

"You are indeed the God of Wisdom." Tartarus said in a flirtatious tone, "Moros asked me to take you, thinking it would be safer."

"He is a person who is willing to die for you." Tartarus said, "Actually, I want to ask one thing, Prometheus, how can you bear someone to die for you?"

For a life, carrying another life is already too heavy, but this girl has already carried so many people's sacrifices for her.

The girl looked at the ground, with a thin layer of dew on her long white eyelashes.

"I don't want anyone to die, but that's impossible." She said softly, "But if I give up, I'm sorry for them."

"You also know my power." She raised her eyes to Tartarus' face.

Tartarus smiled.

This maiden has three powers.

One is to give life.

The second is the prophet.

The third is wisdom.

While many gods have multiple powers, Tartarus knew how powerful this combination could be.

"But you are not a god wearing a crown." He said softly, "If you give vitality to all the gods who are forced to sleep and lose their vitality, you will die."

"I have thought about why I am undead." The girl said softly, "I have also thought about why I have these three powers."

"But the final result is probably that if it is not used, it should be meaningless."

She turned her head and looked at the mountains in the distance, "I thought, if new gods are fostered, this will be a terrible cycle, and a new tyrant will ascend the throne, consolidate his rule, and last another 1000 years."

"So what did you come up with?" Tartarus asked.

"Create gods." The girl said softly, "Let there be more gods, for example, revive the ancient gods, and let human beings call their ancestors gods."

"Everything in the world is after the gods." The girl said, "Humanity will continue to develop."

"There is no god in the world." Tartarus laughed. "The power will be dispersed and then taken away."

The girl also smiled.

"Sure enough, you are still the madman you were back then." Tartarus said with a smile.

"Thanks for the compliment," she said with a smile.

"Guide the old gods to wake up." Tartarus snapped his fingers, "At this time, the power of the main god will be greatly dispersed."

"Then guide humans to believe that everything is a god." Tartarus bent his second finger, "The gods will become ordinary creatures."

"Actually, creatures that enslave other creatures are not free." The girl said softly, "So I hope that gods can also live freely."

"You will not be bound by authority at birth, you can do what you want and choose the life you like."

"You are indeed the most dangerous thought prisoner in the world." Tartarus laughed loudly, "It's too dangerous."

"I thought you were an out-and-out chaosist."

"Then I thought you hated the gods."

"Why should I hate the gods?" said the girl softly, "They are my fellow citizens."

"Even if it gave me everything, I want them to be free," she whispered, clasping her hands together. "I do."

"Even if they all think you are a madman, even if they all hate you, you are a god if they don't want to accept you." Tartarus asked.

"That doesn't matter anymore." The girl said, "I just believe that human beings will surpass gods one day."

"Then redeem the gods."

How crazy.

Why is this girl so arrogant and so natural.

There were two betrayals in her life.

Once for the mother, once for the child.

"What's wrong?" the angels asked.

"Hell is in chaos." The other angels recovered, "We can't go in."

"Protect what we have built," cried one soul. "Don't let them destroy our thousand years of hard work."

The angels want to demolish their projects, let the earth lose its support, let the ancient civilization be buried again, and make the land no longer suitable for farming. The Lord wants to repeat the old tricks for thousands of years, and bring disasters to the world again like punishing the rebellious Egyptian Pharaoh .

"Let future generations live well." These heinous sinners have only this thought in their hearts.

But are they sinners?

They may have believed in another religion, they may have written a poem, they may have been obsessed with scientific research, or they may have questioned whether the Virgin Mary was a virgin.

They were persecuted during their lifetime, and no one would believe in them even though they were full of love for God.

Are those things God asked to do?

Then, I will no longer believe in him.

"Knowledge brings unhappiness," declared the angels. "It is because of the punishment of the fruit of wisdom that man lost the Garden of Eden forever."

"What kind of happiness is living in a cage?" Several voices erupted from the soul, and then a large area spread, like the waves of the sea.

"You heretics, calm down." The angels took out their weapons and prepared to suppress them. "You heretics, the dregs of the world, people abandoned by God, heretics."

The most unbearable insult words rolled down one after another, and the crowd fell silent for a short while.

"Is it embarrassing?"

"Shame?"

"Isn't it honourable?"

They quietly questioned their souls.

They felt that they had done nothing wrong, even if they came to hell, they would be happy. The angels suddenly discovered one thing, hell as a gloomy cave.

Especially the layer prepared for these heinous thought criminals should have no light, but they can see everything clearly.

Because everyone's heart is bright and clear.

With the heart as the fire, a single spark can start a prairie fire.

Everyone seemed to be aware of something, and they looked down at their own hearts, and if future generations were trapped in the night or in the mire, they would dig it out.

The hearts of the ancients should be used in this way.

Among them were rebels, May Kings, stargazers, astronomers, doctors, scientists, mystics, philosophers, poets, and novelists.

Some of them are dressed in rags, showing a life of poverty, and some are covered in bruises, showing a miserable death, but they are all proud of their lives.

If there is any great cause in their lives.

It can be roughly summed up as, open a road when you meet a mountain, and build a bridge when you meet a water.

No matter what kind of wisdom and courage the future generations want, they can get strength from their hearts. If it burns out and becomes like dirt, that is nothing but a good thing.

What I want in this life is nothing more than turning into spring mud to protect flowers, and nothing more than to disperse and enjoy the spring freely.

Fearing that humans will gain wisdom, God wrote the story of the Garden of Eden and the Apple, but we are thirsty for knowledge.

Compared with the nonsensical word heresy.

People prefer to call us that.

fire thief.

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