Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 183 Working hard to fill the hole and digging like crazy (5.1k)

Above the palace hall, King Pentheus looked down at the arrested young pagan in front of him and snorted disdainfully.

"Apostle of Bacchus?"

In the Dictionary and Theogony, Dionysus, Bacchus, Phanes...these are all incarnations and aliases of Dionysus.

"We meet again, Your Majesty."

Lorne smiled and nodded, and asked proactively with a warm expression.

"I have come at your invitation. So, what do you plan to do with me?"

"Want to know?"

Looking at the fearless young pagan in front of him, Pentheus raised his eyebrows, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"Come here, put a pair of heavy shackles on him, lock him in the cave near the stable, and then seal the entrance of the cave!"

After hearing the king's order, the divine-blood guards on the side looked troubled and stopped moving forward.

They were people who had seen that miracle with their own eyes, and it was inevitable that some awe for that god would arise in their hearts.

Moreover, they also admired the apostle's willingness to step forward in order to prevent the believers from suffering.

"Don't you have ears? Why don't you arrest this bold heretic!"

Under Pentheus' angry scolding, the Divine Blood Guards picked up their shackles and stepped forward hesitantly.

"It's fine……"

Lorne smiled to appease him and reached out his hand cooperatively, willing to let everyone put the shackles on him.

After all, these people are just executing orders, there is no need to embarrass them.

Seeing that this noble apostle actually did not forget to comfort them, the perpetrators, at this moment, the Divine Blood Guards who carried out the order were relieved and at the same time shed tears of gratitude in their hearts.

They were very aware of the other party's mysterious strength and elusive speed. If he wanted to escape, no one at the scene would be able to stop him.

Seeing with his own eyes that his former henchmen fell into his hands so easily, Pentheus couldn't help but feel completely relieved. Jealousy flashed across his eyes, and he stepped forward to sneer at the prisoner in front of him.

"Bacchus? An elf born in wine? What qualifications does a lowly creature of unknown origin have to be arrogant in my land and share the glory with the gods of Olympus?"

In fact, the reason why the young king was so targeting Dionysianism was simply because of his pitiful vanity and anger at not being taken seriously by the people.

There are no two suns in the sky, and no two masters on the earth.

Thebes needs an object to be worshiped, and one is enough.

As he spoke, Pentheus looked at the prisoners in front of him, puffed up his chest proudly, and declared victory.

"Only I, a blood relative of the sea god Poseidon, a descendant of the war god Ares, and an upright descendant of the gods, am qualified to become a hero respected by all people in this land like my grandfather Cadmus, and to give sacrifices to those who are ignorant. Save everyone and lead them to prosperity!”

"You seem to have made a mistake."

Lorne shook his head, interrupted Pentheus' boasting, and spoke seriously.

"The reason why your grandfather Cadmus is remembered by this land and crowned king here is because he killed the poisonous dragon and built the high city of Thebes so that the people could live and work in peace and contentment from the invasion of monsters. You have not been respected and praised by the people because you have not established the same great cause and saved the same lives.”

Immediately, the young apostle on the field paused, raised his head, looked meaningfully at the young king, and spoke slowly.

"So, it is not [heroes] who have established great deeds and saved the people; only those who have established great deeds and saved the people are worthy of being called [heroes]!"

Such a sentence is shocking and enlightening.

Upon hearing this, the divine blood guards on the field remained calm on the surface, but in their hearts they all nodded in agreement.

That's right! The reason why they are willing to follow the old king Cadmus is because of his bravery and great deeds.

If it weren't for the remnants of his ancestors, and Thebes had no suitable heir, this irascible and arrogant descendant of the god would not be qualified to ascend the throne and boss them around.

Sensing some subtle changes in the gaze on him, Pentheus's face suddenly turned red and he became even more furious.

"Shut up! You and your gods are liars who only know how to deceive people! I will definitely uproot you from the land of Thebes!"

However, in response to this murderous threat, Lorne sneered and shook his head.

"If you want to be respected by the people, instead of building great achievements and governing the country, you blame the gods for taking away your glory. Isn't this a bit putting the cart before the horse? Your Majesty?"

After doing this for a long time, he was just a naughty kid who was so angry that he threw up the table because he couldn't get favor or appreciation.

With such virtue, it is no wonder that your grandfather Cadmus and your mother are unwilling to stand by your side.

How sad...

Lorne raised his eyes to look at his old cousin, with a hint of joking pity in his eyes.

Suddenly, Pentheus was deeply hurt by that gaze and roared furiously.

"Come on! Throw this liar into the cave, now! Now!"

Facing the king's stern order, the Divine Blood Guards looked away as if they didn't hear it.

Seeing that no one under his command was willing to take action, the commander of the Praetorian Guards had no choice but to step forward in person under Pentheus's louder scolding, pulled up the chains that were tightly tied to Lorne, and squeezed out a smile on his face. A smile uglier than crying.

"I'm sorry..."

Lorne smiled and nodded, not making it difficult for the commander, and followed him obediently.

Seeing that the man behind him was so talkative, the commander of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but be moved to the extreme, and he became even more grateful for his previous choice.

But the matter has come to this, and he can do nothing under the king's order. He can only give the man behind him a little dignity and convenience.

Therefore, the commander of the Imperial Guard did not walk quickly, and even deliberately loosened his chains.

However, this move angered Pentheus who followed him.

The impatient king couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed the chain and roughly pushed the pagan who had made him lose face into the cave next to the stable.

"Build a wall! Quick, seal all the exits!"

Under the order of Pentheus, even though the Divine Blood Guards were dissatisfied, they could only seal the entrance of the cave because of their job and their families left in Thebes.

After finishing the work, Pentheus, who was worried, specially checked every wall to make sure that no corners were cut, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

Such an act of distrust made the Divine Blood Guards even more angry, and their evaluation and attitude towards the young king were about to reach a freezing point.

At this time, Pentheus, who was completely unaware, looked at the completely closed cage in front of him with satisfaction, a grin appeared on his face, and he reached out and picked up a burning torch.

"Aren't you very good at speaking? Let's see how long you can keep shouting!"

Saying this, the irritable king was about to raise his hand and throw the torch into the cave.

The expressions of the surrounding soldiers all changed. There was not only the apostle who was thrown in, but also a large amount of horse fodder stored in the cave.

If there is a fire, it will be a big loss for the kingdom.

Is this guy Pentheus crazy?

Everyone wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

A burning torch was thrown high from Pentheus' hand and flew into the only remaining air hole above the cave.

"Boom!"

At the same time, a roar that shook the earth and mountains came from the cave.

Along with the diffuse smoke and dust, the surrounding brick walls were simultaneously collapsed, and the pagan apostle walked out unharmed, holding a torch.

Under the firelight, the figure looked taller and more handsome than before.

In the eyes of everyone who were either happy or shocked, Lorne stepped forward, put the burning torch back into Pentheus's hand, smiled slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"the second time……"

As a burning sensation hit his hands, Pentheus screamed, hurriedly threw away the burned out torch, and looked at the person in front of him with a hint of fear.

Everything seemed to have returned to that frightening night in the palace.

"Arrest! Arrest this believer of a false god!"

Pentheus felt guilty and instinctively hid behind the Divine Blood Guards, shouting loudly.

"Your Majesty! I think you have misunderstood. Bacchus is the upright and true god!"

Finally, a divine-blooded guard who couldn't bear it was the first to speak out in rebuttal.

Immediately afterwards, several more people echoed.

"Yes, we have heard his name in Thrace, Athens, and Crete..."

"Yes, he is the elf in wine, the embodiment of joy, and he is also the most important attendant of the Kitchen God Hestia!"

"Even Olympus, where the gods are, has a place for him. There is no reason for Thebes to expel such a god who brings peace and joy!"

When Pentheus heard this, his face turned white and blue with anger.

"Shut up! Shut up! Are you all deceived by this liar?"

Immediately, he glanced around and saw the commander of the Imperial Guard walking towards him. His face suddenly lit up and he yelled loudly.

"Portis, you don't care about your people! Arrest that heretic who is demagogue!"

However, the commander of the Imperial Guard was unmoved and spoke calmly.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't bear to obey you, because I think so too."

"you!"

This sudden stab in the back made Pentheus tremble with rage.

"Crazy! You are all crazy!"

"I don't know whether I'm crazy or not, but I saw with my own eyes the group of women who escaped from the prison out of thin air. With the blessing of the God of Wine, they turned water into milk and caused honey to flow from the branches to satisfy themselves. belly. And your mother and sisters are the leaders of this group of women."

The commander of the Imperial Guard paused and added seriously.

"Your Majesty, if you were there and saw the miracles with your own eyes, you would definitely kneel down to them."

In the commander's narration, Lorne could even feel a trace of the power of faith flowing from him to his mental world.

The spirit in wine, the embodiment of joy, the existence that brings joy to the world...

It seems that my painstaking efforts in image marketing and persistent essay writing have paid off.

See, this is the benefit of fame, it is to win without fighting.

Looking at the divine blood guards and the incompetent and furious Pentheus who were already on the field and almost half of them were biased towards him, Lorne felt extremely comfortable in his heart.

"Traitors! They are all traitors! You actually let those pagan lackeys go and even defended them!"

At this time, Pentheus became even more furious. He immediately pulled off the epaulette of the commander of the Praetorian Guards and shouted an order.

"Call all the infantry and cavalry, prepare weapons and armor and go out of the city, blockade Kitalon Mountain, and arrest all heretics immediately! Anyone who resists will be killed!"

"No need to bother..."

While Pentheus was giving orders angrily, Lorne came to the young king, smiled and spoke.

"I can take you to meet the Dionysian believers and ask them to give up resistance under your majesty and be punished."

"good!"

Seeing that the divine blood guards around him were somewhat unable to command, Pentheus, who was angry and annoyed, agreed immediately after hearing this.

If I can’t deal with you, I can’t deal with them?

The young king sneered secretly, with a hint of longing in his heart.

As long as you rely on your personal ability to catch all these sinners back to prison and expose the false gods, you will have created a meritorious feat worthy of praise.

When the time comes, let’s see who else dares to dissent from his succession!

Seeing Pentheus not thinking about it, Lorne sighed and changed the subject.

"However, if you want to go, I suggest you put on this dress before setting off."

"Women's clothing?"

When Pentheus saw the little pink dress handed over by the pagan apostle, his face darkened and he felt humiliated.

Lorne nodded, put on a helpless expression, and explained sincerely.

"They have just been stimulated and drank some wine. They may not be mentally stable. If a man approaches and has not yet entered the church, those poor people, mostly women and children, will inevitably be afraid."

"That's nonsense!"

King Pentheus knocked the little skirt out of Lorne's hand, angrily pulled out the bronze sword he was carrying, and pressed it against the opponent's waist, threatening him coldly.

"Hurry up and leave!"

"Okay, okay, I'll show you the way."

Lorne raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and honestly mounted his horse with Pentheus to lead the way.

The galloping horses rushed out of the palace and headed out of Thebes.

But during the turbulence, Pentheus didn't know why, his eyes blurred, as if he felt that the world had changed strangely.

There were two suns hanging in the sky, a city of Thebes twice as big, with each gate twice as high as the original one, but the man sitting in front of him looked like a bull with a head on his head. There is a pair of huge horns, and the place where they pass is covered with delicate grapes. The rich aroma of wine pours into the nose, bringing a bit of intoxication.

"Stop playing tricks!"

Pentheus had a sullen face, pressed his front against the tip of the sharp sword, and threatened in a cold voice.

"Even if you run away, they can't run away!"

Lorne glanced at the barren mountain outside the city gate and muttered helplessly in his heart.

You saw it too.

I'm working hard to fill the holes here, but it can't stop someone from shoveling the soil like crazy.

so……

Lorne swung his long whip and slapped it hard on the horse's belly. He threw away the divine blood guards behind him and led the cousin behind him towards Mount Kitalon.

But at this moment, the pair of eyes behind her back had lost all warmth, and her lips and teeth were moving silently.

"the third time……"

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Soon, they came to a deep mountain valley surrounded by pine trees.

"The apostle is back!"

"Thank God, sir, he's okay!"

"Blessed by Dionysus, thank you for your kindness..."

The believers who heard the noise gathered together, sang hymns to their gods, and at the same time gave fresh grapes, fruits and vegetables to the saint who warded off disasters for them to quench their thirst.

"What is the sound? Where are the people? Where are they?!"

Pentheus looked at the "pine trees" in front of him, raised his sword angrily and asked.

Under the influence of [Madness], he had lost his sight and turned a blind eye to the women and old people who gathered feverishly.

"Don't worry..."

Lorne spoke softly, and with a trace of hospice kindness in his eyes, he stretched one hand forward and pressed softly.

Suddenly, a huge pine tree drooped its crown like a plucked willow branch.

But Pentheus saw a wide avenue and the trembling sinners hugging each other in the valley at the end.

"found it!"

Pentheus was ecstatic with excitement. He immediately jumped off the horse and jumped onto the "road", and the tree crown also rebounded into the air.

With a sway under his feet and a strange hanging feeling in his body, the young king was suddenly awakened to some consciousness, and immediately found that he was about to be thrown out by a branch.

In panic, he instinctively threw away the sharp sword in his hand, hugged the tree trunk tightly, and finally stabilized his body.

However, at this time, a low voice sounded in the valley.

"Behold, this is the beast that will kill you. I have brought it."

Not a leaf trembled in the forest, not a sound was heard from any living thing. The believers of Dionysus raised their heads. They heard the call of the apostle and immediately started running quickly. It was like a sending from God.

Under the overflowing drunkenness, they passed through the rapid river and dense jungle during the carnival, gathered under the huge pine tree, and saw the harmful beast sitting on the top of the tree.

——A lion dressed in rich clothes and wearing a golden crown.

——Blinded by power and driven by violence.

The believers couldn't help but think of the torture they suffered in the past, as well as some compatriots who died due to violent arrests, and couldn't help but feel angry and angry.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

People first threw stones, broken branches and magic rods. But none of these things could be thrown to the crown of the tree where the king was.

Immediately, they felt the alcohol in their bodies and seemed to have gained infinite strength. They dug into the soil around the pine tree with hard oak sticks and dug out the roots.

The tree fell with a roar, and Pentheus fell to the ground with the tree.

The crowd swarmed forward, their eyes glowing red with hatred.

"Damn it, what are you going to do? I'm your king!"

Covered in dirt, Pentheus shouted violently and tried to awaken the fear of these untouchables.

However, in the eyes of believers, it was just a severely injured lion roaring incompetently.

Outside the court, Pentheus's mother Agaeus, who had received grace and had been embraced as a priest, waved her staff and gave orders feverishly.

"Quickly, kill this evil beast! Don't let him escape!"

For a moment, the peasant woman grabbed the stone, the old man held the wooden stick, and the young man held the soil, and jointly punished the ferocious wild lion.

Some nobles with divine blood grabbed the lion's shoulders and violently pulled off his limbs.

Soon, the crazy women and old people retaliated in all kinds of ways, each tearing off a piece of flesh from his body.

In the end, there was only one head left on the bloody mound, staring with endless fear in its eyes.

At this time, dozens of intensive hoofbeats echoed from outside the dense forest, and the reflection of the armor brought a deep chill.

The Divine Blood Guards of Thebes are here!