Greece Brings Evildoers Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Here is my adopted father and adopted mother, and I am worshiped by Hercules.

Come again…

Looking at the new farce that was about to take place ahead, Lorne rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Eurystheus, another grandson of Perseus, cousin of Hercules, the current king of Argos, and an important role in enabling Hercules to complete the Twelve Trials.

At that time, before Heracles was born, Zeus announced at the theocratic council that Perseus' first grandson would rule the Argos region and dominate all other Perseus' descendants.

His original intention was to give this honor to a son born to him and his lover Alcmene, so that the son of destiny would have land and support to play a greater role in the future war of the giants.

But when he gave favors to his illegitimate son, it was Hera's flesh that he dug out.

You should know that Argos is the holy place of Hera.

Ever since, the queen of heaven was furious after learning the news. She used her power as the goddess of marriage to have another grandson of Perseus, Eurystheus, be born early and make him the king of Argos. Hercules, who was born later, became his subject.

Later, Hercules was born, and Hera went to hunt down the illegitimate son as usual, and accidentally got together with Lorne.

Under Lorne's guidance, the queen gradually let go of the hatred in her heart, and was no longer obsessed with destroying Zeus's illegitimate son and lover.

Hercules and his mother Alcmene escaped from death and first lived in seclusion in Argos.

But as Hercules grew up, his reputation grew. King Eurystheus also began to notice his famous brother. He was frightened and summoned him to the palace. On the pretext of giving him the status of a slave, he also assigned a lot of difficult tasks to the brother. Go and die.

After all, with such a powerful brother by his side, and with Zeus's prophecy, his throne was very unstable.

Hercules was unwilling to obey at first, but he could not disobey the oracle of his father God Zeus, so he left home and came to the Delphi area to ask for guidance from fate.

The three goddesses of destiny also gave him an answer: follow the guidance of the oracle, complete the twelve glorious trials, and you will eventually escape from the mortal body and ascend to the top of the mountain to become a god!

Hence, Hercules patiently returned to the Argos region and followed the orders of his cousin Eurystheus.

After completing several trials one after another, Perseus, his grandfather and teacher, took Heracles out of Argos, taught him martial arts and knowledge carefully, and led him to experience. This made him what he is today. The great hero Hercules.

But the grievances between the two brothers did not disappear.

At this time, seeing Hercules being humiliated in public, the meeting place fell into silence. Some of the heroes were angry, some were worried, but some were indifferent and joking.

After all, heroes are still human at their core.

Although they have abilities and qualities worth boasting about, they also have bad roots and desires that cannot be washed away.

Hercules looked at his cousin in front of him, clenched his fists again and again, and finally chose to loosen them.

When the heroes saw this situation, a trace of contempt flashed in their eyes.

A great hero is nothing more than that.

Lorne sighed when he saw this, and then...

“Crack!”

A crisp cracking sound exploded on Eurystheus' head. The King of Argos swayed, then came back to his senses, touched his wet head, and looked at the wine mixed in his palm. and the scarlet color of the blood, and could not help but be furious.

“Who? What **** threw a wine glass at me?!”

“Your grandpa me!”

With a rough snort, a foot flew over and kicked Eurystheus, who was looking around, to the ground.

"Who allowed you to waste it?" Lorne stepped on Eurystheus's back with a gloomy look on his face.

Eurystheus, who was lying on the ground, raised his head angrily, struggling and roaring.

“Are you crazy? I am the king of Argos!”

“The king of Argos is nothing, how dare you waste my wine?”

Lorne stepped on the stubborn head into a puddle of scarlet wine spilled on the ground, forcing Eurystheus to drink it.

“Lick it clean! Lick the wine off the floor for me! If you don't drink it, you'll die!”

Feeling the increasing pressure on his head, his skull began to groan faintly. Eurystheus could no longer maintain his arrogance and dignity. He endured the humiliation, opened his mouth, and licked the ground like a dog. Residual wine.

Even though the dirt on the ground made him feel nauseous, and even though the potsherds mixed in the wine pierced his tongue and cheeks, he did not dare to pause or hesitate at all.

Because, if you stop, you will really die!

After Eurystheus finally licked up the remaining wine on the ground, Lorne snorted coldly and kicked it away like he was dealing with garbage.

As Eurystheus hit the pillar heavily, the heroes looked at the bruised and swollen King of Argos and suddenly fell silent.

The grace of God is like the sea, and the power of God is like prison.

The gods never have only one appearance, they are often a combination of light and darkness.

At this time, Lorne looked back at Eurystheus who was like a dead dog on the ground, picked up the wine flask, poured himself a glass of wine, and shook it gently.

He is the **** of wine and banquets. To throw his cup and spill his wine at a banquet is blasphemy!

Let alone a mortal king on the other side, even a **** on Mount Olympus can kill him as long as he can beat him.

Because in the age of the gods, those with big fists were the rules!

Due to his higher moral level than the average of the Greek gods, he doesn't like to show off his violent side, but that doesn't mean he won't use thunderous means.

Lorne glanced disdainfully at the so-called King of Argos, turned to look at his blood brother in front of him, and spoke solemnly.

"Listen, Hercules, what I want to see is a lion that can lead the sheep into battle, not a hound that has tied its own hands and feet! Next time someone dares to jump in your face, don't give others face, Kill him directly!"

Hearing this, Heracles nodded heavily, and a sharp breath spurted out of his body, making him like an unsheathed sword.

He didn't take action immediately just now. On the one hand, it was due to the inertia of thinking that had been driven by this cousin for a long time. On the other hand, he was worried about the face of his teacher Perseus and his old friend Admetus, as well as the reputation of the three goddesses of fate. oracle.

But after the Dionysian's personal demonstration in front of him, some of the shackles in his heart had been broken.

Who among you is not a god-blooded person? Even ordinary humans claim to be the creation of the Titan's Ashes. Between fists and swords, who is nobler than the other!

If you don't accept it, just fight back!

Seeing Hercules jump out of the oracle's cage and regain the vigor of a lion, Lorne nodded with satisfaction.

He still wants to take this Hercules to clear the copies of Zeus and the Three Goddesses of Destiny. Now he is afraid of facing a jumping-faced mortal king. What does it mean?

At this moment, Eurystheus got up from the ground at some unknown time and summoned a large number of accompanying divine blood guards. They stood behind the team with a livid face and shouted angrily.

"You dare to insult me and the king of Argos like this? I will make you pay for it!"

“King of Argos? Very good. From now on, you are no longer…”

Just as Eurystheus was waving his hands and giving orders, a low and cold voice came from outside the door, and a white-armed goddess wearing a golden hair crown stepped into the hall.

(End of this chapter)

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