Greece brings evildoers

There are five rivers connecting the underworld, namely Acheron, Cocytus, Phlegeson, Styx and Leth.

According to the normal order, the dead need to pass through Acheron, Cocytus, Phlegeson, Styx and Leth in turn to finally reach the Garden of Truth.

In this process, the dead cry in Acheron because they cannot accept their own death, lament in Cocytus because of the past, then purify their souls in Phlegeson Fire River, and take Charon's boat to cross the Styx.

Finally, after the dead reach the Leth River, they drink the water of the Leth River, forget their present life, and step into the [Garden of Truth].

There, three judges, Rhadamanthys, Minos, and Aiacos, will decide where the souls should go:

Those who are kind and morally upright will be allowed to enter the land of bliss, the Paradise of Elysium;

Those who do evil in the world must be sent to the hell that specifically imprisons and punishes evildoers, and receive severe punishment, the Tartarus Hell

Most souls who are neither evil nor good are left in this plain full of daffodils, wandering in a daze in the future, or welcoming the new life that will come later.

For the convenience of management, the entire underworld is separated by the Phlegesang Fire River to separate the three areas.

Charon's ferry is one of the few means of transportation that can cross different areas.

More importantly, this guy only recognizes money.

——As long as the money is in place, no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, you will be sent.

At this moment, Loen really felt the superb professional ethics of this Styx ferry god.

With the addition of the living, his boat became swaying due to the weight of the law of life. After the lost dead in the Styx smelled the scent of the living, they raised layers of waves and swept towards Lorne and Thetis on the boat, trying to taste the fresh taste of life or seize their beautiful bodies.

Charon, standing at the bow, calmly inserted the long pole in his hand into the Styx and stirred it. The power vibrated in the burning water of the Styx, forming waves that crushed the distorted dead souls one by one, allowing the swaying ferry to move steadily.

From the skillful movements, it was obviously not the first time for this guy to do something similar.

Soon, under the guidance of this professional guide, everyone went all the way along the Phlegesang Fire River and successfully touched the border of Tartarus.

"We are at the fork. Say it again what you promised me before."

Accompanied by a muffled voice, Charon stopped the long pole, turned his head, and looked at Sisyphus at the stern with an expressionless face.

Professional fraudsters complained bitterly about this.

The fork ahead is part of the Styx River, the so-called "River of Oath Keeping".

The oath made in the name of the Styx River is extremely sacred. Any human who violates this oath will often be swallowed by the water of the Styx River after death, and then suffer eternal punishment from the gods in the cold Styx River.

Most of the dead souls that they saw in the Styx River along the way came from here.

Moreover, with the successive inauguration of the three judges and the continuous consolidation of the power of the underworld.

Even if the gods violated the oath made in the name of the Styx River, they would suffer backlash.

However, compared with these weak humans, the restraint on the gods is much lighter, and the price is often just a year of coma.

At this time, seeing Sisyphus silent, Charon's face couldn't help but darken.

"Do you want to go back on your word?"

"Don't worry, my friend is willing to do anything as long as he can escape from the underworld!"

Lorn made a solemn promise, and at the same time, he looked at Thetis, and tacitly stepped forward on the left and right, firmly holding Sisyphus.

The professional swindler, who was wrapped like a sandwich, could not escape, so he could only cry and repeat his promise on the shore to the Styx River flowing under the boat.

Thirty gold Zeus blessed by faith, two great sacrifices, to be honest, the price was expensive, but it was not enough to make him bankrupt.

But compared with the loss of property, what really made Sisyphus unacceptable was the psychological gap.

Thinking back then, he was a tough guy who kidnapped the god of death and deceived the underworld. Even Hades could not get the promised great sacrifice from him, so he could only throw him in Tartarus, and he was helpless and furious.

How come he sailed through all the storms and finally capsized in this small ditch?

As the last oath was absorbed by the Styx River, Charon was satisfied to insert the long pole into the water and let the ferry sail into the tributary of the Styx River.

It seemed that because of the escape from the dangerous environment of Tartarus, the surrounding scenery gradually became lively. The daffodils, pomegranates, myrrh and other plants on the plains not only did not wither due to the infection of death, but grew unusually dense.

On both sides of the river, a kind of upright, ridged, coarse hair, pinnate leaves, and toothed edges of strange plants, connected together, purple or pink flowers bloomed gorgeously.

Even more amazing is a kind of golden black flower. Under the breeze, the flowers danced, as if there were faint stars flickering in them, beautiful beyond words.

When Thetis looked carefully, she suddenly found that it was not a flower, but a huge golden black butterfly about ten centimeters long, which landed on the plant and slightly flapped its wings on both sides, forming an illusion similar to a flower.

As if they sensed being watched, the golden and black butterflies among the flowers fluttered up and flew towards the goddess on the boat like the light of a shooting star dancing in the night sky.

So beautiful...

Women's natural pursuit of beauty made Thetis' eyes a little blurred. She subconsciously reached out to touch the cute elves falling towards her, adding some bright background to this gray-toned journey to the underworld.

"Don't touch!"

However, just as Thetis's fingers were about to touch the beautiful butterfly, a thunderous roar sounded in her ears, and her ivory wrist was suddenly pulled back.

Then, the five slender fingers on one side drew several Hermes characters in the air as fast as lightning, and then shot forward and collided with several golden and black butterflies that were flapping their wings.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The beautiful butterfly struggling in the air exploded with a bang, and the scattered phosphorus powder flashed like stardust, bringing a fragile and elegant beauty, like the bizarre coloring in a dream.

And as the phosphorus powder drifted in the wind, the rich floral fragrance filled the nose, and the pleasant fragrance also brought a certain spiritual relaxation and pleasure.

Unconsciously, Sisyphus at the stern was already lying on the deck and sleeping soundly, with a satisfied and relaxed smile on his face.

But this was on the way to escape, how could he sleep?

At this moment, Thetis no longer had the previous appreciation and comfort, but stood behind Lorne with a face full of fear, looking vigilantly at the golden and black butterflies dancing in the flowers on both sides of the river.

This is the underworld, how could there be ordinary creatures?

Knowing that there are dangers everywhere, I can't be so careless.

So, that thing still has the ability to bewitch people!

"It's the underworld butterfly!"

Lorne gave the answer in a low and cold voice, and his purple eyes looked at the plants on both sides of the river, and the magic potion knowledge in his brain automatically compared with it.

Poppy and valerian...

The ancient Greeks praised valerian as "magic grass" and "sleeping god grass", and poppy has similar effects.

Like the underworld butterfly, they are all symbols of a god in the underworld.

Lorne glanced at the golden and black butterflies swarming on both sides of the river, and kicked Sisyphus without hesitation.

"Wake up, your old enemy is catching up!"

As the hot divine power mixed with the purification power of [Fire] crashed into his body, Sisyphus screamed and jumped from the deck like a monkey whose butt was burned.

Seeing thousands of butterflies flying from both sides of the river to the broken boat they were on, Sisyphus's face changed drastically.

"Hypnos!"

"Damn it, have you offended the god of sleep?"

At the same time, Charon also realized that this smuggling was different from the past, and he seemed to be involved in some big trouble, so he turned hostile immediately.

"No, I won't take this boat!"

He just wanted to make some money, but the other side wanted his life.

"I'll add money, three times! He pays!"

Under Lorne's "kind" eyes, Sisyphus, who was "kindly" holding his shoulders, could only nod in grief and anger.

However, Charon shook his head firmly, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Ten times is not enough, they will kill me!"

"Twenty times plus a statue!"

"Hiss——"

Charon took a breath, his throat was dry and squirming, and he squeezed out a word after a long time.

"This is not about money..."

"Thirty times, more is fine!"

Hearing the inhumane price increase, Sisyphus was almost moved to tears.

Because, the other party was the one who called the price, but he was the one who paid the bill.

If the boat ticket just now was just a small loss, now this wave is really a loss.

However, before the victim raised any objections, the Styx ferryman completely threw away his fear of his peers and the rules of the underworld after hearing the final price offered by the employer, and nodded excitedly.

"Deal!"

Then, Charon looked eagerly at the generous sponsor on the boat, and took the initiative to rub his hands and ask, and the old face with an expression that had not changed for thousands of years actually revealed a trace of humanized flattery.

"Where do you want to go? You tell me!"

"The Garden of Truth."

"Okay!"

Charon agreed decisively, then picked up a long pole and swung it vigorously in the water of the Styx, carrying the three stowaways through the riverbanks full of valerian and poppies on both sides at lightning speed.

"Hmph, stubborn!"

But the next moment, accompanied by a cold rebuke, countless golden and black Styx butterflies converged on the river, and a figure with golden hair and golden eyes gathered to form an outline, slowly raising his arm.

In an instant, the dancing golden and black Styx butterflies turned into a 100-meter-long giant sword with a cold light.

——Dreams come in the air, and fantasies become real.

Using power to turn thoughts and ideas into concrete things, this is the way of sleep.

Hypnos dropped a 100-meter-long giant sword with a cold edge, slashing it across the water at a fast speed.