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

"Why are you defying me?" There was a hint of anger in the young God King's voice.

"I let your little lover go, what are you dissatisfied with?" The beautiful Hera picked up a grape, looking thoughtful.

"I didn't mention you." Zeus said, his tone was blunt and direct, and Hera felt unhappy, but she soon smelled a storm brewing in the voice of the God King.

"It's impossible for Io to find this place so quickly." Zeus whispered, "Someone told her the way."

"The little girl asked for directions on the road." Although Zeus could hear the anger, Hera didn't want to comfort him now.

"How can a cow ask the way?" Zeus asked.

Hera said that what you said was right, she slowly picked up another grape and ate it slowly.

She was not angry anymore, she sometimes wondered why she was so angry with this guy, but Nai He still couldn't control herself.

This guy Zeus, any good-looking girl can't control himself in heat.

Of course, except for that girl.

His current anger must also come from her.

"She said you would be ruined by one marriage." Hera said slowly, "Then you don't get married anymore."

Zeus' back froze for a moment.

"Do you think I really like those women?"

Zeus's voice was gloomy and irritable, "Is it so happy to sleep with a mortal?"

"Oh, I still want to ask you." Hera said, showing a disdainful smile.

The young god king half turned his head, he was very handsome, but the sky far away here was pregnant with a thunderstorm, so his face became dark and unclear.

"I ask you, why do human beings believe in you." Zeus said, his voice was different from usual, neither perfunctory nor pampering, but turned into a cold, bone-chilling feeling.

Hera couldn't help but straightened up.

"What do you want to say?" Hera asked softly.

Zeus walked over and sat down on another luxurious chair, "The power of the gods comes from chaos, and there are several ways to pass it on, for example." He stretched out his finger and pointed to his lower body, "You know Bar."

"Of course I know." Hera said, "Aphrodite, who was born in love and beauty, was born in the place of grandpa."

"It can also be devoured." Zeus said softly.

"Yes." Hera looked into his eyes, "So what do you want to say."

"I think of a lot of things." Zeus said, pointing at his fingers, "I don't want to be like my father or grandfather, only have a short reign, I want to be eternal."

He stretched out his hand and gently held Hera's hand, "Together with you, we are enshrined and loved, with infinite power and glory."

"Swallowing other gods, or their children, this method is indeed not easy to use." He said, his voice was slow and low, with a certain demagogy.

"So I thought of a way." Zeus said softly, "Combine with a noble woman to give birth to heroes with supernatural powers. As humans, they are easier to be admired by humans, and they are my children, so humans will Give me credit for their great deeds."

"Heroes can easily defeat those ordinary humans." Zeus said with a smile, "My reputation will become more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

"This world will always be mine." He said with a smile, Hera's heart seemed to be grasped by a giant hand, and she suddenly realized that it was this man.For a long time, she has been coaxing herself like a little girl.

He never showed himself that side of himself, the dark, cunning, wily, and powerful side.

She almost forgot that besides being her husband, this man was also an incomparably noble and veritable god-king on Mount Olympus.

With deep thoughts and ruthless methods.

"She made this prophecy to scare me and give up this route." Zeus sighed softly, "Isn't this woman very scary?"

More than terrible, Hera couldn't help shaking.

Whether it was Zeus or Prometheus, she was terrified at this time.

They are chess players, she almost forgot about it, they once re-divided the world, likened the world to thistles, and easily devoured it alive.

"So, even if I am labeled as a tyrant because of this matter, I still have to get this answer." Zeus said lightly, "No matter what method is used."

He stood up, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the black sky, illuminating the world white and shining, his eagle circled a few times in the distance, and landed on his wrist.

"Go, watch that guy for me." He said softly, with a gentle tone, but said the cruelest words, "Use her internal organs as food until she tells the secret."

On the night when the rainstorm hit, there was a lot of noise between the sky and the earth. A figure in black was illuminated by lightning among the strange and rugged rocks.

"Speaking of which, I'm really curious, what kind of child you can give me." He reached out and took off his hood, revealing his face.

Incomparably handsome and masculine, with long black hair and golden eyes, and fair and noble skin, no one could have imagined that the king of gods would actually come to this terrifying and barren mountain.

"You should stop using the word child." The girl closed her eyes slightly, "You might as well just say, chess piece."

"It's all the same thing." The King of God said softly, stretched out his hand to hold the girl's wrist, and pressed her against the rock. Her slender and weak wrist was nailed to the rock, "Should I cut off your tongue, so as not to let you do those things."

"It will grow." The girl panted slightly, "As long as there are unfair things in the world, you won't be able to cut out every tongue."

"Do you know, since I was very young, I felt that although you look good, your words are really not pleasant at all."

Zeus said softly, as if he was blowing into the girl's ear, but he could still hear it clearly in the rainstorm.

"Are you here to reminisce?" the girl asked softly.

"You can think of it this way." The God King said, "I really want to kill you, every day."

"You can eat me," the girl said with a smile, "In this way, you can see the future, why don't you go and see for yourself."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Zeus said, "Do you think I don't know your fate?"

"I know exactly what you exchanged for power."

The girl turned her head and expressed her dissatisfaction in a small way.

"Gaia really favors you." Prometheus said, "It's really enviable."

"Who made you unlikable?" Zeus said, he grabbed the girl's other hand, his movements were gentle like a lover, but he was doing cruel things.

"You still don't move." He said, his tone seemed to coax people to sleep, "You always make me sleep bad."

"You can try counting sheep." The girl suggested calmly.

"Are you really not afraid?" Zeus asked softly, "Have you ever been afraid in your life?"

"I'm curious too." The girl smiled, "Have you ever loved a child in your life?"

Zeus' eyes became gloomy.

"What does this have to do with you?" Zeus asked, "You don't really think that you can beat me, do you?"

"I admit that you did give me a lot of trouble." Zeus said, "but now, I can do whatever I want with you, and I can lock you up in Tartarus, so that you will never see it again." to the sun."

"That's fine." The girl said flatly, "I like to tell lies by nature, and I am indeed worthy of being at the bottom of Tartarus."

And there are all scumbags there, presumably they shouldn't be lonely.

"Are you sure your only crime is liking to lie?" Zeus asked.

"It's more than that." Prometheus blinked, she felt the itching of the wound, her vitality was repairing the wound caused during the day, so that the damage repeated itself.

It hurts, she couldn't help thinking, it really hurts, the pain that penetrates the bone marrow and penetrates the heart, the internal organs are torn and swallowed bit by bit, and the ribs are pulled out.

This kind of pain is like being scorched in a raging fire.

Every breath seems to be inhaling not air, but fine silver needles.

Zeus believed that no one in this world could endure such pain forever, but the girl's face didn't seem to change at all.

She didn't even say a word.

The heavy rain poured down, everything became wet, except for the noise of the rain, all sounds seemed to disappear into the invisible.

It was too cold, and the girl gradually closed her eyes. Excessive blood loss and exhaustion, as well as the chill of the freezing rain, made her consciousness seem to be something that was floating in the air and she couldn't grasp it.

She hung her head and lost consciousness.

And when the sun rose, the figure of the God King had disappeared, as if he had never been here before.

Her wounds had completely healed, but her limbs were firmly nailed to the rock, and blood stains remained on the stone slab on one side.

Apollo drove the golden car on his own track, and he casually looked at the scenery below.

However, in the next moment, he suddenly woke up from the daze of getting up early.

that guy.

The girl imprisoned on the top of the Caucasus mountain.

She should have black hair yesterday.

Today, however, it seems that snow has fallen on her head, but it will not melt at all.

Her hair was all white.

It seemed to be some kind of exhaustion of vitality, or the loss of strength, her hair turned as pale as snow, and even her eyebrows and eyelashes faded to the same frost color.

What he saw then made his blood run colder, almost freezing.

An eagle that didn't know when it appeared landed on the rock, combing its feathers with its curved beak.

Then start enjoying your own feast.