Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 358

Chapter 358 As long as the **** is wielded well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down

The journey was fast and fast, day and night, and the capital of Thessaly soon appeared in Hercules' sight.

Looking at the Hermes boots under his feet, he couldn't help but feel grateful to the teacher who had always been secretly telling the truth for him since he was a child.

In order not to embarrass the elder, Hercules decisively put on another artifact lent to him by his teacher Perseus, the cloak of invisibility, and took advantage of the still dark night to sneak into the city of Thessaly.

With the blessing of the two artifacts, he easily bypassed the soldiers along the way, entered the palace, and knocked on a closed door.

A beautiful woman wearing plain clothes and a haggard face walked out of the house, her brows full of fatigue.

 “You are?”

　　Seeing that the person knocking on the door was not a maid, but a strong and powerful man, the beautiful woman who opened the door was obviously taken aback.

"I am Alcides, an old friend of His Majesty Admetus. I heard that he was seriously injured, so I came here to visit him. Please go in and let me know."

Hercules in the shadow tightened the hood on his head, using the power of the invisibility cloak to cover up his original aura and appearance, and announced his little-known nickname.

The beautiful woman nodded politely and then returned to the palace to deliver the news.

 A moment later, Admetus' feeble coughing sound could be heard in the room.

 “It's you, come in quickly.”

Heracles followed the sound of the door and moved to the bed behind the curtain. When he saw Admetus on the bed with a haggard appearance and a lifeless look on his face, he couldn't help but be shocked. He quickly handed over the potion he had brought with him. .

 “What's wrong with you?”

 Admetos drank the potion without hesitation, his face regained a bit of rosiness, and he spoke helplessly.

“I'm not a person who is good at fighting, so getting injured is inevitable. The war has been intense recently, and my body won't be able to hold on after enduring it.”

 “Why don't you offer sacrifices to God the Father? His divine power will surely keep you safe.”

 “I tried it, but your Majesty didn't respond. He may have abandoned Thessaly.”

Hercules was silent for a moment, then whispered an explanation in a dry voice.

“Father God must have a deep meaning when he does this…”

But soon, his straightforward nature prevented him from deceiving himself and others. He could only silently swallow the unconvincing excuses behind him and hang his head in guilt.

 “Sorry, Admetus…”

"What does this have to do with you? It must be something I did not do well enough and offended His Majesty. I will try my best to remedy it."

Admetus waved his hand, but gently comforted his old friend before getting up.

Hearing this, Hercules bit his lip.

 What mistake could Thessaly make? At most, they just participated in the meeting at Ares Mountain to save themselves.

If this can be considered treason and therefore punished, what about these people in Thessaly?

　　Stretching your neck to wait for death?

Holding his friend's somewhat thin and weak hand, Heracles felt even more ashamed.

 “I'm sorry, if I were here…”

　Admetus raised his hand to interrupt Hercules and spoke seriously.

“I understand your difficulties and don't want to embarrass your friends, so I'd better not talk about these things.”

 Immediately, he paused and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

 “I'm glad you can come! Come and have a few drinks with me!”

 “But, your body…”

 Queen Alcestis on the side could not help but show hesitation.

 Admetus waved his hand to comfort his wife.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Go and bring out this year's newly brewed fairy honey wine. I want to wear a flower crown and drink happily with my friends from afar. I want to smooth out my frown and the pain on my body. , nothing is more suitable than a full glass of wine! Haha, praise the **** of wine!”

Seeing her husband's resolute attitude, the beautiful queen had no choice but to take her servants to fetch fine wine and food to entertain the guests in the ward.

 —He has always been like this, treating his friends with utmost courtesy.

Soon, the dishes and wine were ready. After Admetus dismissed his wife and servants with a wave of his hand, he sat in front of the bed, picked up the wine jar, and invited his friend Hercules to have a drink together.

Hercules, who felt guilty, did not want to spoil his friend's interest, so he simply sat at the table and drank with Admetus.

 For a time, cups were exchanged in the room, glasses were exchanged, and the two friends were happily drunk amidst laughter and laughter.

I don't know how long it took, but Hercules woke up and sat up from the bed. He looked at the set of dry clothes and the sobering potion on the table, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

 Admetus was still so considerate and never neglected his friends, so every time he visited Thessaly, it was like returning to his own home.

 It's a pity that he has to leave now...

Hercules glanced at the dim sky outside the window, sighed helplessly, got up and got out of bed, packed his things, and called the servants outside the door.

 “Where is Admetus? I want to say goodbye to him.”

"Your Majesty has already given instructions. If you want to leave, you can leave at any time. But there is no need to say farewell."

The servant lowered his head and answered in a muffled and low voice, as if his throat was blocked by something.

 “He, he is very busy now, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to entertain you…”

Heracles was slightly startled when he heard this. His eyes glanced at the smear of black in the servant's collar and the sadness on his face, and his expression changed slightly.

In Greece, black represents the color of the underworld and is also a symbol of death and mourning.

Although Thessaly has just experienced a great battle and many people died, there is probably only one person who can make the servants and guards of the palace mourn.

 “Where is Admetus? What happened to him?!”

Facing Heracles's question, the servant bit his lip and remained silent.

"explain!"

Hercules' eyes were red, he roared anxiously, and even subconsciously raised his fists.

 “Okay, don't make it difficult for him.”

The Queen of Thessaly, wearing a black veil, came from behind the corner of the cloister. She suppressed the sadness on her face and spoke quietly.

"While you are resting, my husband has been buried. The tomb is on a barren hill outside the city."

 “Admetus…is dead?”

Hercules had a premonition in his heart, but after hearing the bad news, he was still a little unbelievable.

 “How did you die?”

“The divinity has been burned too many times, and the vitality in his body has withered. After entertaining you that night, he was inspired by God's grace and went to Hades.”

 “Why didn't you tell me?”

“He probably doesn't want you to worry, and he doesn't want you to blame yourself…”

The queen replied quietly, then looked at the lost strong man and sighed.

“My husband was buried on a barren hill outside the city. If you want to express your condolences, I can take you there.”

 “Take me!”  Hercules raised his head suddenly and dragged the queen all the way out of Thessaly.

Until he came to the barren mountain and saw the freshly piled tombs with his own eyes, the last trace of luck in his heart finally disappeared and he sat dejectedly in front of the tomb.

 “Thessaly is not a place you should stay for long, it's time to go back…”

Just when the queen remembered her husband's instructions before his death and wanted to persuade Hercules to leave, the figure in front of the tomb suddenly rose up and knocked down the tombstone with a punch.

"what you do?!"

The queen was frightened and angry, and just as she was about to stop him, she saw that Heracles had already dug open the tomb with his bare hands, opened the coffin, and firmly held the still-warm hand of his friend, refusing to speak.

 “Bring him back!”

As he spoke, the light patterns on Hercules' body moved rhythmically, and he punched the ground hard. A dark vortex rippled out, and a three-headed vicious dog poked its head out of it with a low growl. Before he could react, Hercules was struck by it. Les pulled it out by the back of his neck.

Seeing the other party's appearance, the three heads of Cerberus, the **** dog, trembled together and whimpered.

 Why is it this evil star again? Last time, he dragged her out and beat her up for no reason, and he even left a mark on her body afterwards.

 “Cerberus, let me into Hades!”

At this time, Hercules tightened his fingers, exerted pressure, and threatened him coldly, showing no fear of the notorious three-headed dog of hell.

—[Twelve Glory], using twelve extremely difficult tests as trials to promote one's own growth and build immortal achievements.

This is the "revelation" given to him by Father God Zeus and the three goddesses of destiny, and in the process of traveling to various Greek states in these years, he has completed nine items.

 Bringing Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell, to the human world is one of them.

Although this watchdog of Hades is very strong and vicious, it seems that he is even stronger.

If he lets this [Pluto's Dog] guide him, he might be able to find the unjudged soul of his friend Admetus on the [Field of Truth] and resurrect him.

Just when Hercules made up his mind and was about to put his plan into action, Cerberus, who was being rubbed by him on the ground, sniffed suddenly, and his three hunched heads screamed happily, and three pairs of shiny heads came out. Dog eyes, looking straight at something.

A figure in black clothes and robes came out of the dusk, and a mocking sneer came from the face like a thick fog under the hood.

“You alone want to violate the laws of life and death?”

 “I'm going to try it!”

Heracles raised his head and spoke seriously, then let go of the three-headed **** dog that was thrashing around in his arms, pulled out the nameless ax and sword inch by inch from the magic array, and rushed towards the dark figure decisively.

 Thanatos, the **** of death? Let's have a fight!

"when!"

The heart-wrenching sound of gold and iron exploded in the air, and the powerful and heavy axe-sword was easily grasped by two white fingers.

Heracles felt the unparalleled resistance in front of the axe-sword, his eyelids twitched, and the divine power in his body gushed out like a spring, turning into red-black dazzling flames, covering the axe-sword, and formed nine powerful slashes forward.

 “Boom, boom, boom!”

With the deafening explosion, nine bottomless ravines opened on the ground. The surrounding woods and rocks that were swept into them turned into powder, and even the space seemed to be cut open by the dazzling red light.

 —【Shoot a hundred heads】, a fighting skill that he was proud of.

While helping the city-states on the road to resist a certain beast invasion, he went deep into the enemy camp alone, killed countless monsters, and finally killed a group of Hydras who were the leader, thus honing this ferocious technique of close combat.

However, the black figure who bore the brunt of the smoke and dust only took a step back and remained unscathed.

 One step?

Hercules' pupils shrank, and he immediately picked up the nameless ax and sword in his hand and started attacking.

The pitch-black red-black edges are as fast as lightning and as dense as torrential rain. Sometimes they open and close, sometimes they are cunning and ruthless. The fighting styles are constantly switching like clouds and flowing water, making it difficult for people to guard against.

　　【shoot a hundred heads】is not a fixed technique, but a kind of understanding and a style.

 In his hands, swords, shields, spears and bows were all weapons, and every move he made could be made.

But no matter how the waves of red and black light wash away, the black figure opposite it is like a rock on the sea, as stable as a mountain.

 Move, raise your hand;

 Hands up arms and elbows;

 Side to the side, lift the knees…

Simple movements also showed various changes on the opposite [God of Death], turning decay into magic repeatedly, blocking Hercules' attacks again and again.

That is also a kind of extraordinary understanding and a powerful fighting instinct.

 The perfect combination of mind, body, and skills demonstrates endless martial arts.

"when!"

After another duel, Heracles, who was knocked away, saw that he had unknowingly retreated to the tomb of his friend Admetus, with a solemn expression on his face.

This guy is very strong!

  It can be said that he is the strongest opponent he has encountered since he went out to practice!

 Is the God of Death in Hades so difficult?

“Is that all you have?” The dark figure opposite sneered and murmured jokingly, “It seems I need to give you some motivation.”

As he spoke, he slowly opened his palms, and a golden-red human-shaped aura appeared in his palms.

 Seeing the familiar shape and outline, Hercules' expression changed drastically.

 “Admetus!”

 “Want it? Come and get it!”

The shadow shook the humanoid aura in his palm, and then held it up with a smile.

"Give me!"

Hercules's eyes turned red. He roared and turned the nameless ax sword in his hand into a long bow, and then stretched it into the shape of a full moon. Dozens of bronze arrows engraved with intricate incantations shot out.

The shadow raised his hand slightly, picked up a dead branch on the ground, and used his divine power to block all the flying arrows.

However, the next moment, those bronze arrows that missed the strike seemed to be alive, turning into giant bronze birds, neighing, steadying their bodies, and rushing towards the target again.

[Stymphalis Lake Strange Birds], they were once the love birds raised by Ares, the God of War. They have metal beaks and bronze feathers. They can shoot their sharp feathers at humans like archery because of their cruel and violent character. , once caused trouble.

When Heracles passed Lake Stymphalis, he accepted the people's request and killed these strange bronze birds. Afterwards, through sacrifice, his father Zeus cast their corpses into arrows and gave them to him. .

 “Ouch!”

Just as the strange bronze birds were attacking the black shadow, the three-headed **** dog on the side leaped high and took down several of them. Then it opened its mouth and spat out dozens of flaming bombs, melting the strange bronze birds hovering in the air into pools of copper. juice.

 This silly dog!

Seeing that the Cerberus he had summoned actually turned against him and came towards him with ill intentions, Hercules's face darkened for a moment, and he immediately gritted his teeth and threw out another trump card.

“The glory of the past protects me—'the troll horse of Diomedes'!”

Accompanied by deep chanting, four troll horses stolen from the Thracian Diomedes jumped out from the red and black light behind Heracles, grinning with their big mouths full of sharp teeth. , cooperate with the [Stymphalis Lake Strange Bird] in the sky to intercept Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell, who is about to move.

At the same time, the swaying starlight fell from the sky, summoning Heracles in the Leo Saint Cloth, stepping on the Boots of Hermes given by the teacher Perseus, activating the Capture of the Erymantus Demonic Pig and sacrificing it to obtain With his power wrist wheel, he rushed towards the black shadow like a flash of lightning and swung his strongest blow.

 “Boom!”

 In the violent air waves, the overwhelmed black outer robe was torn apart, and the pieces of cloth turned into butterflies and flew around.

Hercules looked at the face with silver hair and purple eyes in front of him, as if he had seen it before. After feeling dazed for a while, he spoke in surprise.

 “Is it you? The teacher from Athens?”

 “Okay, let's formally introduce myself.”

The figure under the moonlight clapped his hands, with a contagious smile on his handsome face.

 “You can call me Lorne…”

 (End of this chapter)

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