Greece brings evildoers

Traveling at full speed day and night, the capital of Thessaly soon appeared in Hercules' sight.

Looking at the Hermes boots under his feet, he couldn't help but thank the teacher who had always secretly kept him in the dark since childhood.

In order not to embarrass the elder, Hercules decisively put on another artifact lent to him by his teacher Perseus, the cloak of invisibility, and took advantage of the still-fading night to sneak into the city of Thessaly.

With the blessing of the two artifacts, he easily bypassed the soldiers along the way, entered the palace, and knocked on a closed door.

A beautiful woman wearing plain clothes and a haggard face walked out of the house, her brows full of fatigue.

"You are?"

Seeing that the person knocking on the door was not a maid, but a strong and powerful man, the beautiful woman who opened the door was obviously startled.

"I am Alcides, an old friend of His Majesty Admetus. I heard that he was seriously injured, so I came here to visit. Please go in and report."

Hercules in the shadow tightened the hood on his head, used the power of the invisibility cloak to cover up his original aura and appearance, and announced his little-known nickname.

The beautiful woman nodded politely and then returned to the palace to deliver the news.

A moment later, Admetus' feeble coughing sound could be heard in the room.

"It's you, come in quickly."

Heracles followed the sound of the door and moved to the bed behind the curtain. He was shocked when he saw Admetus on the bed, who looked haggard and had a lifeless look on his face. He quickly handed over the potion he had brought with him. .

"What's wrong with you?"

Admetus drank the potion without hesitation, his face returned a little rosy, and he spoke helplessly.

"I am not a person who is good at fighting in the first place, so injuries are inevitable. The war has been intense recently, and my body can no longer hold up after enduring it."

"Why don't you offer sacrifices to God the Father? His divine power will definitely keep you safe."

"I tried it, but His Majesty didn't respond. He may have abandoned Thessaly."

"..."

Heracles was silent for a moment, then whispered an explanation in a dry voice.

"Father God must have a deep meaning in doing this..."

But soon, his straightforward nature prevented him from deceiving himself and others. He could only silently swallow the unconvincing excuses behind him and hang his head in guilt.

"Sorry, Admetus..."

"What does this have to do with you? It must be something I did not do well enough to offend His Majesty. I will try my best to make amends."

Admetus waved his hand, but gently comforted his old friend before getting up.

Hearing this, Hercules bit his lip.

What mistake could Thessaly make? At most, they just participated in the meeting at Ares Mountain to save themselves.

If this could be considered treason and therefore punishable, what about these people in Thessaly?

Craning your neck and waiting to die?

Holding his friend's somewhat thin and weak hand, Heracles felt even more ashamed.

"I'm sorry, if I were here..."

Admetus raised his hand to interrupt Hercules and spoke seriously.

"I understand your difficulties and don't want to embarrass your friends, so I'd better not talk about these things."

Immediately, he paused and a hearty smile appeared on his face.

"I'm glad you can come! Come and have a few drinks with me!"

"But, your body..."

Queen Alcestis on the side could not help but show hesitation.

Admetus waved his hand to comfort his wife.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Go and bring out this year's newly brewed fairy honey wine. I want to wear a flower crown and drink happily with my friends from afar. I want to smooth out my frown and the pain on my body. , nothing is more suitable than a full glass of wine! Haha, praise the god of wine!”

Seeing her husband's resolute attitude, the beautiful queen had no choice but to take her servants to fetch fine wine and food to entertain the guests in the ward.

——He has always been like this, treating his friends with utmost courtesy.

Soon, the dishes and wine were ready. After Admetus dismissed his wife and servants with a wave of his hand, he sat in front of the bed, picked up the wine jar, and invited his friend Hercules to have a drink together.

The guilty Hercules didn't want to spoil his friend's interest, so he simply sat at the table and drank with Admetus.

For a while, cups were exchanged in the room, glasses were exchanged, and the two friends got drunk happily amidst laughter and laughter.

After an unknown amount of time, Hercules woke up and sat up from the bed. He looked at the set of dry clothes and sobering potion on the table and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Admetus was still so considerate and never neglected his friends, so every time he visited Thessaly, it was like returning to his own home.

It's a pity that he has to leave now...

Hercules glanced at the dim sky outside the window, sighed helplessly, got up and got out of bed, packed his things, and summoned the servants outside the door.

"Where is Admetus? I want to say goodbye to him."

"Your Majesty has already given instructions. If you want to leave, you can leave at any time. But if you want to say goodbye, there is no need."

The servant lowered his head and answered in a muffled and low voice, as if his throat was blocked by something.

"He, he is very busy now, I'm afraid he doesn't have time to entertain you..."

When Hercules heard this, he was slightly startled. His eyes glanced at the black streak in the servant's collar and the sadness on his face, and his expression changed slightly.

In Greece, black represents the color of the underworld and is a symbol of death and mourning.

Although Thessaly had just experienced a great war and many people died, there was probably only one person who could make the servants and guards of the palace mourn.

"Where's Admetus? What happened to him?!"

Faced with Hercules' inquiry, the servant bit his lip and remained silent.

"explain!"

Hercules' eyes were red, he roared anxiously, and even subconsciously raised his fists.

"Okay, don't make it difficult for him."

Queen Thessaly, wearing a black veil, came from behind the corner of the corridor, suppressing the sadness on her face, and spoke quietly.

"While you are resting, my husband has been buried. The tomb is on the barren hill outside the city."

"Admetus...is dead?"

Even though Hercules had a premonition, he still couldn't believe it after hearing the bad news.

"How did you die?"

"The divinity has been burned too many times, and the vitality in his body has withered. After entertaining you that night, he was inspired by God's grace and went to Hades."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"He probably doesn't want you to worry or blame yourself..."

The queen replied quietly, then looked at the lost strong man and sighed.

"My husband was buried on a barren hill outside the city. If you want to express your condolences, I can take you there."

"take me!"

Heracles raised his head suddenly and dragged the queen all the way out of Thessaly.

Until he came to the barren mountain and saw the freshly piled tombs with his own eyes, the last trace of luck in his heart finally disappeared and he sat dejectedly in front of the tomb.

"Thessaly is not a place where you should stay for a long time. It's time to go back..."

Just when the queen remembered her husband's instructions before his death and wanted to persuade Hercules to leave, the figure in front of the tomb suddenly rose up and knocked down the tombstone with a punch.

"what you do?!"

The queen was frightened and angry, and just about to stop her, she saw that Heracles had already dug open the tomb with his bare hands, opened the coffin, and firmly held the still-warm hand of his friend, refusing to speak.

"Get him back!"

As he spoke, the light patterns on Hercules' body moved rhythmically, and he punched the ground hard. A dark vortex rippled out, and a three-headed vicious dog poked its head out of it with a low growl. Before he could react, Hercules was struck by it. Les pulled it out by the back of his neck.

Seeing the other party's appearance, the three heads of Cerberus, the hell dog, all trembled and whimpered.

Why is it this evil star again? Last time, he dragged her out and beat her up for no reason, and he even left a mark on her body afterwards.

"Cerberus, let me into Hades!"

At this time, Hercules tightened his fingers, exerted pressure, and threatened him coldly, showing no fear of the three-headed hell dog with a notorious reputation.

——[Twelve Glory], use twelve extremely difficult tests as trials to promote your own growth and build immortal achievements.

This is the "revelation" given to him by Father God Zeus and the three goddesses of destiny, and in the process of traveling to various Greek states over the years, he has completed nine of them.

Bringing Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell, to the human world was one of them.

Although this watchdog of Hades is strong and vicious, it seems that he is even stronger.

If he lets this [Pluto's Dog] guide him, he might be able to find the unjudged soul of his friend Admetus on the [Field of Truth] and resurrect him.

Just when Hercules made up his mind and was about to put his plan into action, Cerberus, who was being rubbed by him on the ground, sniffed suddenly, and his three hunched heads screamed happily, and three pairs of shiny heads came out. Dog eyes, looking straight at something.

A figure in black clothes and robes came from the dusk, and a mocking sneer came from the face like a thick fog under the hood.

"You alone want to violate the laws of life and death?"

"I'm going to try it!"

Hercules raised his head and spoke seriously, then let go of the three-headed hell dog that was thrashing around in his arms, pulled out the nameless ax and sword inch by inch from the magic array, and rushed towards the dark figure decisively.

Thanatos, the god of death? Let's have a fight!

"when!"

The heart-wrenching sound of gold and iron exploded in the air, and the powerful and heavy ax sword was easily grasped by two white fingers.

Hercules felt the unparalleled resistance in front of the ax sword, his eyelids twitched, and the divine power in his body gushed out like a spring, turning into red and black dazzling flames, covering the ax sword, and formed nine powerful slashes forward.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the deafening explosion, nine bottomless ravines opened on the ground. The surrounding woods and rocks that were involved in them turned into powder, and even the space seemed to be cut open by the dazzling red light.

——[Shoot a hundred heads], a fighting skill that he is proud of.

While helping the city-states on the road to resist a certain beast invasion, he went deep into the enemy camp alone, killed countless monsters, and finally killed a group of Hydras who were the leader, thus honing this ferocious technique of close combat.

However, the black figure who bore the brunt of the smoke and dust only took a step back and remained unscathed.

step?

Heracles' pupils shrank, and he immediately picked up the nameless ax sword in his hand and started attacking.

The jet-black red-black edges are as fast as lightning and as dense as torrential rain. Sometimes they open and close, and sometimes they are cunning and ruthless. The fighting styles are constantly switching like clouds and flowing water, making it difficult for people to guard against.

[Shoot a Hundred Heads] is not a fixed technique, but a kind of understanding and a style.

In his hands, swords, shields, spears and bows were all weapons, and every move he made could be a move.

But no matter how the waves of red and black light washed over him, the black figure opposite him was like a reef by the sea, as stable as Mount Tai.

Move, raise your hands;

Raise your arms, push your elbows;

Turn sideways, raise your knees...

Simple movements also showed thousands of changes on the [God of Death] opposite him, repeatedly turning decay into magic and blocking Hercules' attacks again and again.

That was also an extraordinary understanding, a powerful fighting instinct.

The perfect combination of mind, body and skills showed infinite martial arts.

"Dang!"

After another fight, Hercules, who was shaken away, saw that he had unknowingly retreated to the tomb of his friend Admetus, and his face was extremely solemn.

This guy is very strong!

It can be said that he has encountered the strongest opponent since he went out to experience!

Is the God of Death in the underworld so tricky?

"Is that all you can do?" The shadow on the other side sneered and murmured jokingly, "It seems I need to give you some motivation."

As he spoke, he slowly spread out his palm, and a golden-red human-shaped aura appeared in his palm.

Seeing the familiar shape and outline, Hercules' face changed drastically.

"Admetus!"

"Want it? Come and get it!"

The shadow shook the human-shaped aura in his palm, and then grabbed it with a smile.

"Give it to me!"

Hercules' eyes were red, and he shouted and turned the nameless axe in his hand into a longbow, and then pulled it into the shape of a full moon, and dozens of bronze arrows engraved with dense spells shot out.

The shadow raised his hand slightly, sucked up a dead branch on the ground, and used his divine power to block all the flying arrows.

However, the next moment, those bronze arrows that missed the target seemed to have life, turning into giant bronze birds, hissing to stabilize their bodies, and rushing towards the target again.

[Stymphalis Lake Monster Birds], they were once the favorite birds raised by the god of war Ares, with metal beaks and bronze feathers, and they could shoot their sharp feathers at humans like shooting arrows. Because of their cruel and violent character, they once caused trouble.

When Hercules passed by Stymphalis Lake, he accepted the people's request and killed these bronze monster birds. After that, through sacrifice, the father god Zeus cast their bodies into arrows and gave them to him.

"Awoo!"

Just as the bronze monster birds attacked the black shadow, the three-headed dog of hell on the side jumped high, shot down several of them in a row, and then spit out dozens of inflaming bombs, melting the bronze monster birds hovering in the air into pools of copper liquid.

This stupid dog!

Seeing that Cerberus, whom he summoned, turned against him and rushed towards him with bad intentions, Hercules' face turned black, and he immediately gritted his teeth and threw out another trump card.

"The glory of the past, bless me - 'Diomedes's ogre horses'!"

Accompanied by the deep chanting, four ogre horses stolen from the Thracian Diomedes jumped out from the red and black light behind Hercules, grinning with big mouths full of sharp teeth, and cooperated with the [Stymphalis Lake Bird] in the sky to intercept the three-headed hellhound Cerberus who was ready to move.

At the same time, the swaying starlight fell from the sky, summoning Hercules in the Leo Cloth, stepping on the Hermes Boots given by his teacher Perseus, activating the power bracelet obtained by sacrificing after capturing the Erymanthos Demon Pig, and rushed to the shadow in a flash, swinging his strongest attack.

"Boom!"

In the violent air wave, the overloaded black outer robe was torn apart, and the cloth turned into butterflies and flew around.

Hercules looked at the silver-haired, purple-eyed face in front of him, as if he had seen it before. After a moment of trance, he spoke in surprise.

"It's you? The teacher from Athens?"

"Well, let me introduce myself formally."

The figure in the moonlight clapped his hands, and a very contagious smile appeared on his handsome face.

"You can call me-Lorne..."