Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 359

Chapter 359 Lorne is the man who can be my father!

 Lord Bacchus?

Hercules learned the true identity of the person in front of him, and a feeling of intimacy arose in his heart. He immediately lifted his guard and stepped forward to ask respectfully.

 “Why are you here?”

 “Of course it's for him…”

Lorn turned to look at Admetus, King of Thessaly, who was lying in the coffin, and sighed quietly.

 “After all we have met, I should come over.”

“So, you brought his soul back from Hades?”

Hercules looked at Lorne in front of him and couldn't help but be in awe.

 In a sense, gods and humans are no longer the same species, and much of the compassion that the gods consider themselves to be is nothing more than alms from above. There are very few gods who can understand people's hearts so well and cherish their emotions.

Thinking of this, the strong man looked at the messy cemetery and scratched his head in embarrassment.

 “I'm sorry, please forgive me for being reckless.”

 “It's okay, I understand.”

Lorne waved his hand and looked at Hercules with a chuckle.

"You dare to challenge the entire order of Hades for the sake of your friends. You are very courageous. Since you have worked so hard, I will give you this thing."

As he spoke, he opened his palms, and a golden-red light ball with a human-shaped outline flew out from it and fell into the hands of Hercules.

Seeing how easily he had obtained his friend's soul, Hercules couldn't believe his eyes.

However, just when he couldn't wait to let Admetus' soul return and wake him up, there was a faint groaning in his ears.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Although the choice has been left to you, I hope you will consider some things carefully before doing so.”

"What?"

Hercules stopped what he was doing and turned around to ask.

  He still has great respect for this wine **** who is like a teacher and a friend.

Lorne pointed at Mount Olympus looming among the stars and reminded him in a deep voice.

  "If you return to Thessaly privately, you can still find a way to get through. But if you disobey the oracle and let Admetus rise from the dead, it will not be so easy to fool."

 Seeing that Hercules' body visibly stiffened, Lorne quickly added.

"If you just want the love of all friends, it's better to stop here. You can save him from death once, save him twice, but as Israel is now, he is destined to fight for his country and people. How can you stop it if you die in this battle between giant spirits?"

Hercules bit his lip and fell into silence for a long time.

Yes, Thessaly has lost its divine favor, and Admetus' private participation in the Ares Mountain Alliance also means betrayal in the eyes of father God Zeus.

 He has fought against giant spirits and understands that these monsters are not existences that ordinary humans can fight against.

 Hence, the destruction of Thessaly and the death of Admetus were destined.

“Mortals are mortal. As the son of Zeus, the most potential divine blood hero, with almost infinite life, are you sure you want to bet everything on them?”

The inner inquiry came from the mouth of Dionysus. Heralex looked at the soul of Admetus in the palm of his hand, and the laughter and exhortations at the banquet were still heard in his ears.

 “Go back, this is not where you should be.”

The tall figure turned his head and looked at Thessaly under the night sky. There were scattered lights in the city, and the cries to commemorate the death of relatives echoed in the wind.

Looking at the soul fire swaying in his palm and the lights in the city gradually being swallowed up by darkness, he found the answer in an instant.

"This is where I should come! These are what I should do! Mortals worship us and support us, not because of my blood, but because I can bring them hope! If I could have prevented the tragedy from happening, But if you ignore it, what qualifications do you have to consider yourself a hero?”

 Speaking, he pressed the ball of soul light in his palm into his friend's chest without hesitation.

After a flash of light, Admetus in the coffin did not wake up, but he gradually began to breathe and his face began to turn rosy.

The Queen of Thessaly on the side rushed out of the protective barrier and threw herself on her husband. Listening to the heartbeat beating again in her chest, she couldn't help crying with joy. After thanking the two people present, she hurriedly carried her husband back to the palace. , prepare for further treatment and maintenance.

 After watching Queen Thessaly enter the city safely, Lorne turned to look at Heracles, who had a relaxed and happy face, and raised his eyebrows in question.

"Aren't you afraid of His Majesty's punishment? You may not even be able to protect your identity as the son of Zeus."

“It has never been my bloodline that determines my identity, but my behavior. Without the title of son of Zeus, and without the favor of the gods, am I not Heracles?”

The strong man asked with a smile, and looked seriously at the **** in front of him who had enlightened him in this way.

Lorne had a knowing smile on his face and took the initiative to reach forward.

“Then, on behalf of Ares Mountain, congratulations on your return to the human world, a human hero.”

Hercules happily high-fived the **** of wine, reached an unspoken alliance, and then got straight to the point.

"I will stay in Thessaly and fight with Admetus until the last moment! But if we are alone, Thessaly will fall sooner or later, so we need reinforcements! Lots of reinforcements!"

"Don't worry, I have issued a recruitment order to the entire Greek city-states. A large number of divine blood heroes are on their way. In two or three days, they will gather in Thessaly! More than last time!"

 However, upon hearing Lorne's answer, the great hero shook his head, seemingly not satisfied.

“Not only that, I also need at least one main **** to take charge!”

 Then, Hercules paused and added with a dry cough.

 “It's best not to have such a deep connection with Ares Mountain…”

Lorne immediately understood that although Hercules was determined to disobey Zeus's oracle and stand on the side of mankind and garrison the city of Thessaly, he was not completely disappointed with the father god, so he still wanted to save himself and himself. Thessaly left a way out.

 In other words, it is best that the main **** who takes over Thessaly is not him and Athena, the rebel leaders.

Tsk, tsk, this unlucky kid was beaten lightly by Zeus.

 “If he can't do it, what will happen to me?”

A starlight fell on the barren mountain, and a white-armed goddess wearing a golden hair crown walked from it, with a graceful and noble temperament.

 “He, Lord Hera?”

Seeing the face that was exactly the same as the one in the temple statue, Hercules trembled, bowed his head and bowed. Hera nodded and looked seriously at the illegitimate child who almost died in her own hands, but was now reborn because of her.

 “Do you remember the meaning of your name?”

Hercules replied without hesitation: "Of course!"

"Very good!" Hera nodded with satisfaction and spoke solemnly, "Then protect Thessaly for me and give the people here a chance to live. This is the trial I give you and the glory I give you!"

 “I will obey your oracle, Lord Queen of Heaven!”

"Your name and your destiny all depend on me. There is no need for us to be so alienated from each other."

 “Okay, Mother Goddess.”

Heracles beat his chest with his right fist and knelt on his knees with a respectful and pious expression.

Hercules—the man whom Hera gave glory to. This is his name and his destiny.

Seeing that she was impressed by the son of prophecy and successfully took him under her command, Hera looked at the little lover who pulled her to the rescue, and licked her lips unconsciously.

 Do I need to pay the appearance fee?

Lorne's expression turned bitter, and the joy of prying Zeus's corner was gone, and his waist seemed to begin to whimper faintly.

However, before he could think of a way to escape, Hera grabbed his arm first and spoke to the newly adopted son in an awe-inspiring manner.

“Okay, you go back to the city as soon as possible and prepare to assist with defense with Admetus. Before the reinforcements arrive, Dionysus and I will be stationed in Thessaly in case of any eventuality. It's settled!”

“Mother Goddess, I will make arrangements right now!”

Hercules said, turned around and strode towards the palace of Thessaly.

When he turned back, he looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman standing side by side under the starlight, and inexplicably felt that they were a perfect match and harmony.

 —Bacchus, he is the man who can be your father...

 Vaguely, the words that the mother goddess Hera said when she turned into an old woman and gave him guidance came to mind.

Hercules thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

Hmm, that's right!

Compared with the lofty [Father of Blood] in Olympus, this [Father of Spirit] who was running for earthly life earned him more admiration and recognition.

 So, your choice this time will not be wrong!

This time, Hercules was different from the sneaky way he entered the city. He took off his invisibility cloak and restored his original appearance. He strode through the gate of the Royal City of Thessaly and walked towards the palace under the night.

 Looking at his big brother who could help him share the pressure, Lorne left the barren mountain without looking back. Lorne fell to the spot and was about to cry without tears.

Brother, please save me...

“Speaking of which, why did Admetus suddenly die of illness?”

With the sound of pondering, Hera stepped forward and looked at the city of Thessaly under the night, with a puzzled expression on her face.

“I remember that he was still alive and kicking during the last alliance meeting at Ares Mountain.”

 “It's because of this…”

 Lorne raised his arm, revealing a black skull emblem on the back of his hand.

 “Mark of the Dead?”

Hera was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

 “He just faked his death, and his soul didn't enter Hades at all!”

 Inexplicably, she began to feel a little pity for Hercules who was kept in the dark.

 “No, Admetus really died once.”

 Lorne shook his head and replied faintly.

“And if Hercules doesn't come, or is unwilling to stay, he may have to report to the Inquisition now.”

"Why?" It was obviously a ploy to lure Hercules into siding with him, but he insisted on risking his life. Hera didn't understand.

 “What Admetus himself asked for was also the bet he made himself.”

Lorne paused and explained in a deep voice.

“He didn't want to deceive his friends and betray his faith, but he didn't want to watch Thessaly fall, so all he could do was put everything on the line and take a gamble! Let Hercules make his own choice!”

 “Including himself?” Hera was even more surprised.

 “Sacrifice civilians, sacrifice nobles, sacrifice bodyguards, even the king can be put on the scale when necessary...”

Lorne recounted what Admetus himself said to him that night, with a deep look in his eyes.

"Compared with the will of the God-King of Olympus, human life is indeed as small as grass, and their life and death are not worth mentioning. But the weight of so many people is added together. , after all, the pointer of the scale is pointing here.”

While thinking, he looked up at the bean-like lights at the foot of the mountain and the vast stars in the sky, and shook his head with a sneer.

All living things are ants, but ants can build tall towers!

 This is a truth that the aloof God-King will never understand.

Just as Lorne was thinking secretly, a stream of hot air poured into his ear canal.

“Okay, let's not talk about this. How are you going to spend your time tonight?”

Hera behind him didn't know when she was getting close, licking her moist lips and asking.

Looking at Hera, whose eyes were almost twitching, Lorne had a dry smile on his face.

 “Hey, can you take a break?”

Hera smiled back, and then...

 “Bang!”

The figure that was running down the mountain was grabbed by the ankle, staggered to the ground, and then slid all the way into the woods like a prey dragged by a beast.

During the struggle, the ten fingers inserted into the soil grabbed deep grooves on the ground, and the cry for help was drowned out by the screams.

 (End of this chapter)

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