Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 101

Chapter 101 This is so much fun (completed in 6k days)

 Half an hour later.

 “This sister-in-law is so mean. She got drunk after just a few drinks.”

Lorne, who was sitting in front of the tree, looked at the red-cheeked little princess Phaedra, who was sleeping unpreparedly in the arms of her female companions. He couldn't help but raise his glass and tease her.

However, there was silence in the valley, and no one responded to the joke of the patriarch.

 Because Phaedra is King Minos' direct relative after all, and pure divine blood flows in his body.

　　These remaining believers, old and young, are basically all ordinary white bodies, and their resistance to alcohol is even worse than that of the little princess. At this moment, they have already found a place in advance, and they all lie down together.

Even the young man Polymonus, who brought him to the meeting, was not spared.

The moon is high in the sky, and the cold bright moon casts mottled brilliance. A hazy silver gauze covers the bodies of the men and women in the valley, like a protective quilt.

The believers who were immersed in sweet dreams were sleeping peacefully. With each breath, wisps of extremely thin golden red quietly bred and coagulated under their skin along with the rise and fall of their chests and the rush of blood.

In the original history, the Orphic religion, which worshiped the **** of wine, believed in Zagreos, the **** of resurrection from the dead.

 Therefore, human beings are born with two natures, good and evil, and the purpose of life is to suppress evil and promote good in order to obtain liberation. To achieve this goal, people need to perform cleansing rituals, participate in mysterious religious initiation ceremonies, and observe taboos, such as not killing animals, not eating meat, not being buried with woolen objects, not touching beans, etc.

 That is, the first incarnation of Dionysus, the **** of wine.

Thus, he rose from the dead and became Dionysus, the **** of wine.

 The ashes of the Titans, the descendants of madness;

 Our blood is thicker than water, we are connected by blood..."

Hera, the Queen of Heaven, was jealous of him and instigated the Titans to tear him into pieces and devour him except for his heart.

 In this unprecedented divine battle in which the Titans tore Dionysus apart and Zeus's thunderbolt burned the Titans to death, the new world was stabilized and mankind was born from the ashes of the Titans.

The young Zagreus climbed onto the throne of Zeus and waved Zeus' thunderbolt with his immature hands, indicating that he would replace Zeus and become the new king of the world.

 —Wine is my blood.

The knots in their souls were lifted, and their brows relaxed; their loose skin was quietly tightened, becoming more smooth and elastic; their fragile organs became tougher, and their vitality was beating...

Athena, the goddess of wisdom, took pity on the child's misfortune and gave his heart to Zeus. Zeus swallowed the heart and married Semele, the princess of Thebes, and gave birth to Zagreos again.

 The various changes from soul to flesh and blood are so subtle that they are almost imperceptible, but they are real.

 Praise this joyful life!

 The originator under the tree raised his glass from a distance and showed a satisfied smile.

Furthermore, because the Titans devoured Dionysus, the **** of wine, humans born from the ashes of the Titans have both the divinity of the **** of wine and the sin of the titans in their blood.

 With each flow of golden red, the breath of life on the believers becomes stronger.

 Only by performing secret rituals, observing taboos, and persisting in doing good deeds can a person get rid of the demonic nature and obtain divinity. After death, he can avoid or reduce the pain of reincarnation in the underworld, and then enter the Elysee Paradise, the paradise world. Otherwise, he will be punished with eternal hard labor in the underworld.

 “This is my body, sacrificed for you;

 This is my blood, poured out for the masses.

 Legend has it that Zeus, the **** king, and Persephone, the queen of the underworld, were the first to give birth to the horned Zagreos.

Therefore, in the Orphic scriptures, whether he is called Zagreus or Dionysus, the original **** of wine performed self-sacrifice and martyrdom for ancient humans and completed his resurrection from the dead. of miracles.

The magnetic voice is like singing an ancient and timeless mythological epic.

 The pair of crystal-like eyes under the night, admiring the [gold-red] under the skin of the believers, or in other words

 —The divinity given by him and conceived by man!

Under the bright moonlight, Lorne gently shook the cup in his hand, looked at the scarlet wine in the stream, and murmured meaningfully.

 —The miracle of resurrection from the dead.

 —Original human beings who bear original sin but are saved by martyrs.

 —The Elysee Paradise which is equivalent to the Kingdom of Heaven, and Hades which is equivalent to the Kingdom of Hell.

 —In addition, Orpheus is a secret folk religion. Anyone can participate in it as an individual regardless of their birth status, gender, or city-state, and it promotes the equality of life...

 Does the above give you a strange sense of déjà vu?

Lorne smiled jokingly and drank a full glass of scarlet wine.

Yes, in a sense, the Orphic religion with its Dionysian worship has a lot in common with the future Abrahamic religions.

 As a suture monster, the latter probably borrowed from the former.

 In this case, as the object of the remote loan, he can also use the advantages of the other party.

For example, Lorne, the patriarch, abolished the primitive and barbaric parades of his Dionysian madwomen, and instead modeled the process of future Christian mass celebrations on the process, calling for the completion of the celebration of Dionysus through gatherings and drinking.

  It is advocated to take off the disguise and release one's nature at the gathering, rather than abiding by the identity and laws of this world and forcibly restraining oneself. During this period, people can also talk and confess their sins to God and obtain spiritual comfort (repentance ceremony).

Chaplains should help each other and be friendly to each other, always with a passion for life and the original intention of pleasing themselves...

Of course, if this is all, the new Dionysian Cult is destined to be just an enclosure for ordinary people, and the value it can create for Lorne is extremely limited.

 So, on this basis, he upgraded the secret ceremony under the cloak of assembly.

 —That is, pull the gods off the altar and grant divinity to mortals!

Since the world was born from the flesh and blood and ashes of the Titan gods, the humans born from it should also possess [divine nature].    Similarly, the same is true for everything in the world.

 —Whether it is the grapes growing in the land or the wine brewed from water, they should possess [divine nature].

 God possesses human nature, and man possesses divine nature.

 Mortals can become gods, and gods can also be influenced by human nature.

 Therefore, no one is nobler or special than the other, whether it is gods or humans.

 Equal lives pursue equal banter, and ultimately bring equal joy to the world.

 This concept of elevating people and belittling gods is completely different from the current god-worshiping religion in Greece, and it can be described as deviant.

 But precisely because of this, it may be possible to cut off mortals' fear and belief in the gods bit by bit from the foundation, so that the perfect **** king and the powerful gods of Olympus are no longer invulnerable.

To this end, he tried to use his growing Dionysian divinity to brew blessed divine wine for believers to drink, thereby stimulating the Titan divinity buried in their bodies.

After several months of trying, as well as a certain demigod hero and a lot of parts and flesh from the God-Blooded Family, his experiment finally took that step and achieved initial success.

 Believers who drank the divine wine had the divine factors in their bodies activated one after another, and gained varying degrees of gain.

Although, these ignited divine fires are small and insignificant compared to the real divine blood dependents. Like clusters of fireflies competing with the bright moon, it is ridiculous but not overconfident.

 These people in front of me cannot become a qualified warrior or hero even in their lifetime.

 But the seeds of rebellion have been sown, and time will allow them to take root.

 He has handed over the stolen power of the gods and a new history and future into the hands of mortals.

So, have some fun and don't let me down, I'm waiting to celebrate you.

 “Aha, cheers!”

The unscrupulous instigators under the tree raised their wine glasses high, paying tribute to the newly born humans, to the rebellious seeds, and to Olympus, which was still glorious under the night.

The empty cup slipped down, and a breeze blew in the valley. The rich aroma of wine and the rushing spring water disappeared one after another.

The people who were sleeping soundly woke up slowly and looked up to the east.

 The faint morning light pierced the dark night, and the world of the gods ushered in a new day.

 City of Knossos, third street, seventh mansion.

The figure walked towards the morning light, took out the spare key, quietly opened the door and got into the house.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he was faced with a face-to-face cross-examination.

 “Where have you been? Why didn't you come home all night?”

 Hestia in the living room snorted in displeasure.

"It's not like the last time I helped Polymonus reconnect his arm. The boy insisted on buying me a drink. No, he even dragged me around and talked nonsense all night long when he was drunk."

Lorne yawned and explained helplessly, then his eyes fell on the dancing flame behind Hestia.

There was not much oil left in the lamp, and the wick was burned out.

 Apparently, someone had been waiting in the living room all night.

 “Hey, no wonder he smells of alcohol...”

Hestia pinched her nose and muttered, waving her hand in disgust.

 “Go, go, go to bed, don't come into my kitchen until you've sobered up and finished drinking!”

 “Okay, okay.”

Lorne responded weakly, reached out and put a box of pastries from the sacrificial hall on the table, stretched, and got up to go upstairs.

Looking at this only tribute, Hestia thought of a certain eldest niece at home who was visiting relatives and staying overnight. After only three seconds of hesitation, she quickly picked up the pastries and stuffed the box into the small secret compartment of the spice cabinet. A smile broke out in between.

 Hmph, you have a conscience!

 “A sneeze!”

At the same time, the Hunting Goddess who was sleeping soundly upstairs sneezed heavily, lazily got up from the bed, and moved her somewhat sore body, waking up most of the residual alcohol from last night.

Well, the sky is clear and the air is clear, and it's a good day to go hunting.

Where are you going today?

 Artemis raised the corners of her lips, with a comfortable and joyful smile on her face.

Unconsciously, she has gradually adapted to and fallen in love with this kind of human life, and she is even full of expectations for every day.

That is a completely different feeling from Olympus.

 (End of this chapter)

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