Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 184

Chapter 184 Brother, you are so brave

 The next day, news of the death of King Pentheus came from the palace.

On the way to the Kitalon Valley, he was punished by God and was bitten to pieces by several lions in the mountain forest.

Since the old king was dead and the gods had given him a warning, the order to arrest and execute the Dionysian believers was put on hold until the funeral was held and the new king ascended the throne, and everything could be discussed later.

　　Hearing these two news, the Thebans surprisingly did not mourn the death of King Pentheus. On the contrary, they breathed a sigh of relief because of the latter.

 After all, they themselves or their family members are more or less on the road to pursuing happiness. If the willful king is allowed to pursue it indefinitely, then the entire Theban people in the city may suffer.

To put it bluntly, he is more valuable dead than alive.

So, in Thebes, which was immersed in a false solemnity, the drinks used to celebrate were sold out.

 Not many people are willing to offer sincere condolences for the death of the old king Pentheus.

The only one who cares is probably Agao who is kneeling in front of the coffin and crying at this moment.

At some point, green vines broke out of the ground, and along with the obscure trembling of the ground, they wrapped around the blood shadow's ankles.

 In a trance, a deep sigh sounded in Agao's ears, and then followed the ear canal and penetrated into his mind, constantly surging in the depths of his memory.

As if sensing the sadness of a mother, the candlelight in the palace swayed violently.

“Look, how miserable your son died...”

 The **** figure in the darkness raised the corners of his lips, revealing a pleasant smile.

The screams and wails of her son before his death emerged in his mind, turning into sharp blades that pierced the mother's heart, leaving wounds that continued to bleed.

However, the next moment, the mother who was kneeling in front of the coffin in mourning suddenly turned around, a hard cane appeared in her hand, raised the tip with a ferocious expression, and stabbed the blood behind her.

 “Go to hell, you vicious woman!”

The mother's eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot strands, brewing a scarlet color of hatred, and her lips and teeth moved mechanically.

“Don't you want to avenge him?”

 The unexpected result made Xueying's smile freeze and he subconsciously stepped back, but his figure staggered.

 “Yes, revenge!”

 As a mother, no matter how naughty or cruel her son is, there is still a trace of licking in her heart.

What's more, her child still died in such a miserable way.

Agaoer raised his head slightly and looked at the twisted head in the coffin and the body made of clay underneath with slightly red and swollen eyes. He couldn't help but feel sad, and the tears that had just stopped could not help but surge again. .

 “Buzz!”

Agao rushed forward and cursed angrily. He raised the god-given staff with both hands and thrust the tip into the blood shadow's chest.

 “That's right, revenge…”

 Damn it!

Immediately, the faint question seemed to arouse the anger in Agao's heart.

 The face of the blood shadow in the darkness changed drastically. He tried to break free, but it was too late.

 “Poof!”

The extremely sharp wooden staff passed through the body, and the divine power contained in it began to vibrate.

The blood shadow instantly shattered into pieces and turned into agitated red light, shooting out in all directions. Agao, who was the first to bear the brunt, subconsciously closed his eyes.

However, the expected coldness and pain did not come as promised.

The vines on the ground actually grow vertically upwards, turning into high green walls to block the impact.

 “There are assassins! Guard! Guard!”

At the same time, the Divine Blood Guards who heard the commotion in the palace came over after hearing the news and tried their best to open the door.

However, in the messy scene, they only saw the gradually dissipating red light in front of the door and the sleeping Agao on the ground.

For some reason, the Queen Mother, whose face was filled with sadness and pain because she had suffered the pain of losing her son, now has her brows relaxed and her expression happy. She seems to have relieved her depressed mood and is sleeping in a sweet dream.

The tall Guards Commander walked out from among the soldiers and entered the main hall. He glanced at the remaining red marks on the ground and relaxed his frown. Then he bent down and pulled out the magic staff inserted into the stone slab. Turning around, he solemnly announced to the soldiers.

“Gods bless you, the criminals who bewitched Your Majesty and attacked the Queen Mother have been killed. A few people are left to clean up the scene, and the rest **** the Queen Mother back to rest!”

 “As commanded!”

The soldiers responded by beating their chests, then divided into two teams and marched under the orders.

 The noisy palace regained its calm.

 At the same time, in a lush grape field outside the city. Lorne, who was sitting in the shack, opened his eyes and spoke slowly and thoughtfully.

 "Phantom body? No wonder..."

Immediately, those sharp purple eyes looked towards the city of Thebes in the night, and locked onto a **** figure leaping from the city wall, lazily walking out of the shack and stretching its limbs.

 “Prudence is enough, but no matter how cunning a fox is, it cannot defeat a good hunter, General!”

The next moment, two Gold of Zeus were thrown on the dinner plate in front of the shack with a clanking sound. A [goat] with its hooves and head held high turned into a gust of wind in the agitation of the ether and disappeared into the rich night. middle.

Almost at the same time, the **** figure that had just rushed out of Thebes collided head-on with a golden meteor that was as fast as lightning.

 “Boom!”

With the impact and roar of the two divine powers, the rich blood light was fragmented, and the **** figure was abruptly stopped, revealing its true appearance.

 —That is a graceful and tall red-haired beauty, surrounded by ominous blood and wearing a black veil of mourning. There seemed to be blood and tears flowing in those scarlet eyes, and countless twisted figures were cursing, roaring, fighting, and wailing in them...

 “Little guy, that's not bad.”

The red-haired beauty looked at the blond young man in front of her and smiled coquettishly, her scarlet eyes exuding teasing and curiosity.

"how did you find me?"

 “Penteus is a fool, but not a fool.”

 “Oh? What's the difference?”

"The fool is blind and arrogant and does not know how to fear the gods; but at least he will cherish his own life and be afraid of death. It is a pity that I gave him many opportunities and warnings, but he never looked back and sought death."

Lorne sighed helplessly, raised his head and looked at the red-haired beauty with a thirst for knowledge in her eyes.

"Why did the idiot who was trembling with fear the night before turn into a fool who didn't even care about his own life just one day later? Or is it that someone made him fearless?"

 Actually, he felt something was not right ever since Pentheus dared to ride with him, get rid of the God-Blooded Guards, and head to Mount Kithelon alone.

Especially after leaving the city, his madness failed to completely affect the unlearned young king, causing the old cousin to retreat.

 Obviously, someone used another kind of power to interfere with Pentheus's mind in advance and lead him to the path of no return.

It was precisely because he was sure that the old cousin was hopeless that Lorne unceremoniously sentenced him to death.

Moreover, things were just as he expected. Until his death, the feeble-minded Pentheus did not utter a few words of begging for mercy.

 This old man is a bit too brave.

 Through the verification before and after, the results are obvious.

—There really is a third party with malicious intentions in Thebes.

So, by remembering the divinity, Lorne tampered with the **** scene in which the believers besieged Pentheus, and reached an agreement with the commander of the Praetorian Guards who was present.

—Penttheus died in the lion's mouth because he had his own way and had nothing to do with others.

When the Divine Blood Guards arrived, the matter was a foregone conclusion. They could only work with the nobles among the pagans to kill all the evil lions and complete the revenge for the king.

In this way, the Divine Blood Guards do not have to be held accountable for their dereliction of duty, and those nobles who have suffered unreasonable disasters can also clear their bad names, return to Thebes, and vouch for the Divine Blood Guards.

  This is a result that is beneficial to both sides, and the commander of the Guards has no reason to refuse.

In addition, Lorne also revealed it to the commander-in-chief and the queen mother.

—Penteus died because someone was behind it, and he would personally find out the perpetrator!

The queen mother, who was eager for revenge, and the commander-in-chief, who vaguely sensed something was wrong with the king, immediately agreed and chose to fully cooperate with a certain Dionysian apostle.

As expected, the culprit came secretly to Pentheus's house the second night after his death, preparing to seduce the Queen Mother and continue his game.

 However, Lorne, who was well prepared, had already set up defensive barriers in the Queen Mother's mind.

So, Agao, who suffered the pain of losing his son, completed his "revenge" with his own help.

 At least, that's what she thinks now. There's no need to expose a poor mother's dream.

What's more, she still has her filial nephew to do the things she hasn't finished yet.

 “Pah, pah, pah, pah!”

At this time, when the man in front of her said her rough plan and means, the red-haired beauty couldn't help but applaud, her scarlet eyes full of appreciation.

"You are simply a born conspirator, a genius at playing with people's hearts! How about becoming my god? I will grant you eternal glory!"

Facing the olive branch thrown by the red-haired goddess, Lorne seemed to be quite moved: "Who are you?"

The red-haired goddess raised her majestic weapon and replied proudly: "My name is Eris!"

 (End of this chapter)

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