Greece brings evildoers

Sisyphus was anxious when he saw the three ferocious dog heads surrounded by flames getting closer and closer to him.

"Did you bring honey cakes? Throw them to it!"

The ancient Greeks had the custom of putting a piece of honey cake in the coffin of the dead, the purpose of which was to please Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell. They hoped that after feeding the evil dog with honey cakes, the soul of the dead would not be harmed by Cerberus.

And as it happened, as the subordinate god of Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, there were a lot of such easy-to-store food in Loen's magic circle.

As Sisyphus was forced to the edge of the Styx, Loen decisively bent his fingers to draw a Hermetic pattern, took out a piece of honey cake and threw it into the air.

"Woof!"

Suddenly, the three-headed dog of hell, which had been eyeing Sisyphus, immediately abandoned the two-legged beast in front of it, sniffed the sweet smell, hummed and jumped up, and swallowed the falling honey cake into its mouth.

Even because of the uneven distribution, the three heads started to bite and butt each other.

Really ate it?

Seeing the reaction of the notorious three-headed hellhound, Lorne narrowed his eyes and threw out a few more honey cakes.

The three dog heads that were fighting in the internal conflict immediately stopped arguing, excitedly stepped out on their four legs and appeared precisely at the landing point of each honey cake. The three ferocious dog heads opened their mouths wide and kept welcoming the delicacies that fell from the sky.

This time, the honey cake was not only extremely delicious, but also had a strong grape aroma.

Left and right, left and right, up and down, left and right...

While Lorne threw the honey cake in his hand at a tricky angle, consuming Cerberus's physical strength, he quietly observed the movements and reactions of the vicious dog.

As the three-headed hellhound began to stagger and his eyes blurred, a feeder with evil intentions grinned with a malicious smile and reached out to throw the last honey cake into the distance.

"Go!"

"Woof!"

Cerberus did not doubt it, and habitually jumped up, rushed to the honey cake in the air, and successfully caught it in his mouth.

However, the next moment, the suspended hellhound drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the surging Styx with a "plop".

The dark and gloomy water of the Styx rolled violently, and the changing death air outlined a series of twisted and wailing human faces, following the fresh smell, and swarmed towards the falling Cerberus frantically.

The hellhound could only stop paddling its limbs, uttering low hums, trying to throw off the surrounding ghosts.

But in a hurry, it was dragged into the bottom of the water by a large number of undead, rising and falling with the waves.

It was so simple to get rid of Cerberus?

This stupid dog is really stupid!

Sisyphus on the bank of the Styx looked at a string of bubbles rising from the Styx, and couldn't help but sneer with gloating.

"Splash!"

However, before he could be happy for a moment, a crisp sound of water came from behind him.

Then a huge monster stood upright behind him, casting a hideous shadow forward.

Sisyphus glimpsed the familiar outline of the three heads, his body stiffened, and then he ran away.

"Boom!"

However, accompanied by a dull roar, Sisyphus was pressed down by the hellhound before he could take a step.

"I was forced! Those two are the main culprits!"

At the critical moment, Sisyphus hurriedly closed his eyes and threw the blame.

But the expected barking and pain did not come as expected, and instead, a series of dull snoring sounds rang in his ears.

Snoring?

Sisyphus carefully opened his eyes a crack, looked at the hellhound that was sleeping soundly on him, and his face was stunned.

"Fell asleep?"

"To be exact, he was drunk."

Lorne walked out of the surging death fog and answered with a smile.

"The honey cake I threw out before was soaked in wine."

To be honest, it was not his original idea to use the honey cake with added ingredients to trick this stupid dog.

In "Aeneid", the prophetess Sibylla induced Cerberus to eat a cake containing hypnotic grass;

In "The Golden Ass", Psyche, the lover of Eros, also used a cake containing hypnotic drugs to make Cerberus fall asleep;

In another legend, the fairy Psyche also used a piece of bread to divert Cerberus' attention...

In short, this hell three-headed dog has been knocked down for eating indiscriminately.

When Sisyphus heard this, he suddenly realized it.

No wonder this hell three-headed dog didn't even look at the honey cake in order to eat it, and plunged into the Styx.

At this time, Loen came to the river bank and looked at the famous three-headed dog of hell with interest.

It seemed that because it was soaked in the water of the Styx, the hellfire that originally surrounded it had been extinguished, and the gloomy and terrifying image disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a domestic dog that had become a drowned chicken, as if it was no different from an ordinary pet dog.

The difference was just magnified several times, plus it had three heads.

Moreover, the three black and white heads full of silly temperament made Loen feel strangely familiar no matter how he looked at them, as if he had seen them somewhere.

After thinking for a while, he slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

Alaska and Husky! These three heads are very much like the replicas of those two dogs, and their whole bodies are full of wisdom.

No wonder the three-headed dog of hell was masturbated by various Greek gods and became a comedian in various scripts and legends. It was all caused by genes.

The Hades relied on this breed of thing to guard the door, so it was no wonder that it was used by heroes of all generations to brush dungeons.

Lorne shook his head, kicked away the sleeping hellhound on the ground, and pulled up Sisyphus who was pressed underneath, smiling brightly.

"Oh, by the way, what did you say just now?"

Sisyphus' body stiffened, looking at the hand that was clamped on his wrist like an iron clamp, and spoke righteously.

"I am the main culprit, and you two were forced to do it. If something happens, you go first and I will cover you!"

"Well, you are really a good friend!"

Lorne nodded with satisfaction, and then looked behind him.

"Did you write it down?"

"Every word is correct."

Thetis raised the slightly glowing conch shell in her hand and stepped forward to ask "kindly".

"Anything else to say, friend?"

"No, no more..."

Sisyphus had a sad face and shook his head repeatedly, and immediately realized that he was being manipulated by the colluding couple in front of him again.

At this moment, after successfully knocking on this not-so-honest fraudster, Lorne simply spoke to remind him.

"If there is no problem, continue to lead the way."

Sisyphus nodded depressedly, then took out three gold coins from his body and threw them into the Styx.

Soon, ripples appeared on the water surface, and an old boat came from the thick dead fog.

The ferryman on the boat was wearing a black robe, hunched over, holding a long pole, looking gloomy and wretched.

Charon, the Styx boatman, was a professional boatman who transported souls back and forth between the worlds of life and death.

And if you want to take his boat, you need to bribe with money.

Therefore, covering the eyes of the dead with two coins has become a funeral custom in Greece.

At this moment, as the ferry approached, the surrounding Styx water boiled, and twisted undead souls scrambled to climb towards the boat.

Charon habitually stirred the long pole in his hand, and the ripples of the Styx water quickly crushed and defeated these unwilling ghosts.

However, the dead still refused to give up. The closer to the shore, the more the ferry seemed to shake.

Soon, Charon found the source of the change, frowned and looked at the two figures on the shore, and muttered hoarsely.

"Living people?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just say whether you want to take it or not!"

Sisyphus stood in front of Lorne and Thetis, and took the initiative to negotiate.

Charon was silent for a moment, raised his head with a serious face and looked at the two living people in front of him.

In the subtle atmosphere, Lorne made a color to Thetis, and the two of them reached behind their backs at the same time.

"... You have to pay more!"

The sonorous answer almost sprained Lorne's waist.

However, Sisyphus stretched out a finger as if it was commonplace.

"A big sacrifice..."

"Two! And thirty gold Zeus!"

Charon stretched out his skinny palm to pick up the three gold coins from the waves of the Styx, put them in front of his nose and inhaled greedily.

A light golden stream of light flowed into his body, making the flesh and blood of this wretched old man seem a little fuller.

The power of faith?

Seeing this, Lorne suddenly understood.

Although the god of death Thanatos, the god of sleep Hypnos, and the Styx boatman Charon are all the power creations of the goddess of night Nyx, and are brothers in a sense.

But the gods of sleep and death are better, and they have more or less clear and powerful divine power.

The life of Charon, the god of the Styx ferry, is more miserable. Without clear believers and offerings, he can only rely on rowing and picking up some leftovers of the power of faith from the mouths of passing dead souls to maintain his current half-dead appearance.

And the source of these powers of faith is often the coins covering the eyes of the dead.

Therefore, Charon has developed a habit of asking for money.

According to legend, as long as the money is enough, even if the living who broke into the underworld, he will pretend not to see it and continue to ferry them across the river.