Greece brings evildoers

Lord Dionysus?

Hercules learned the true identity of the person in front of him, and a feeling of intimacy arose in his heart. He immediately lowered his guard and stepped forward to ask respectfully.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course it's for him..."

Lorne turned to look at King Admetus of Thessaly, who was lying in the coffin, and sighed quietly.

"After all, I should come over once we have met."

"So, you brought his soul back from Hades?"

Hercules looked at Lorne in front of him and couldn't help but be in awe.

In a sense, gods and humans are no longer the same species, and much of the compassion that the gods consider themselves to be is nothing more than alms from above. There are very few gods who can understand people's hearts so well and cherish their emotions.

Thinking of this, the strong man looked at the messy cemetery and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Sorry, please forgive me for being reckless."

"It's okay, I understand."

Lorne waved his hand and looked at Hercules with a chuckle.

"You dare to challenge the order of the entire underworld for the sake of your friends. You are very courageous. Because of your hard work, I will give you this thing."

As he spoke, he opened his palms, and a golden-red light ball with a human-shaped outline flew out from it and fell into Hercules' hands.

Seeing how easily he had obtained his friend's soul, Hercules couldn't believe his eyes.

However, just when he couldn't wait to let Admetus' soul return and wake him up, a faint groaning came to his ears.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Although the choice has been given to you, I hope you will consider some things carefully before doing so."

"What?"

Hercules stopped what he was doing and turned around to ask.

He still respected this wine god who was like a teacher and a friend.

Lorne pointed at Mount Olympus looming among the stars and warned in a deep voice.

"If you return to Thessaly privately, you can still find a way to deal with it. But if you disobey the oracle and bring Admetus back from the dead, it won't be that easy to fool."

Seeing that Hercules' body visibly stiffened, Lorne quickly added.

"If you just want the love of all friends, it's better to stop here. You can save him from death once, save him twice, but in the current situation of Israel, he is destined to fight for his country and people. How can you stop it if you die in this battle between giant spirits?"

"..."

Hercules bit his lip and fell into a long silence.

Yes, Thessaly has lost its divine favor, and Admetus's private participation in the Ares Mountain Alliance also means betrayal in the eyes of father God Zeus.

He had fought against giant spirits and understood that these monsters were simply not something that ordinary humans could fight against.

Therefore, the destruction of Thessaly and the death of Admetus were destined.

"Mortals are mortal. As the son of Zeus, the most potential divine blood hero, with almost unlimited life, are you sure you want to risk everything for them?"

A direct question came from the mouth of the God of Dionysus. Herralex looked at the soul of Admetus in his palm, and the laughter and exhortation at the banquet could still be heard in his ears.

"Go back, this is not where you should be."

The tall figure turned his head to look at Thessaly under the night sky. There were scattered lights in the city, and the mourning in memory of the death of relatives echoed in the wind.

Looking at the soul fire swaying in his palm and the lights in the city gradually being swallowed up by darkness, he found the answer in an instant.

"This is where I should come! These are what I should do! Mortals worship us and support us, not because of my blood, but because I can bring them hope! If I could have prevented the tragedy from happening, But if you ignore it, what qualifications do you have to consider yourself a hero?”

As he spoke, he pressed the ball of soul light in his palm into his friend's chest without hesitation.

After a flash of light, Admetus in the coffin did not wake up, but he gradually began to breathe and his face began to turn rosy.

The Queen of Thessaly on the side rushed out of the protective barrier and threw herself on her husband. Listening to the heartbeat beating again in her chest, she couldn't help crying with joy. After thanking the two people present, she hurriedly carried her husband back to the palace. , prepare for further treatment and maintenance.

After watching Queen Thessaly enter the city safely, Lorne turned to look at Heracles, who looked relaxed and happy, and raised his eyebrows in question.

"Aren't you afraid of His Majesty's punishment? You may not even be able to protect your identity as the son of Zeus."

"My identity has never been determined by my bloodline, but by my actions. Without the title of Son of Zeus, and without the favor of the gods, am I no longer Hercules?"

The strong man asked with a smile, looking seriously at the god in front of him who had enlightened him in this way.

A knowing smile appeared on Lorne's face, and he reached out forward.

"Then, on behalf of Ares Mountain, congratulations on your return to the human world, a human hero."

Heracles happily high-fived the god of wine, reached an unspoken alliance, and then got straight to the point.

"I will stay in Thessaly and fight with Admetus until the last moment! But if we are alone, Thessaly will fall sooner or later, so we need reinforcements! A lot of reinforcements!"

"Don't worry, I have issued a recruitment order to the entire Greek city-states. A large number of divine blood heroes are on their way. In less than two or three days, they will gather in Thessaly! More than last time!"

However, after hearing Lorne's answer, the great hero shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Not only that, I also need at least one main god to take charge!"

Then, Heracles paused and added with a dry cough.

"It's best if the connection with Ares Mountain is not so deep..."

Lorne immediately understood that although Heracles was determined to disobey Zeus's oracle and stand on the side of mankind and garrison the city of Thessaly, he was not completely disappointed with the father god, so he still wanted to save himself and himself. Thessaly left a way out.

In other words, it is best that the main god who takes over Thessaly is not him and Athena, the rebel leaders.

Tsk tsk, this unlucky kid was beaten lightly by Zeus.

"If he can't do it, what will happen to me?"

A ray of starlight fell on the barren mountain, and a white-armed goddess wearing a golden hair crown walked from it, with a graceful and luxurious temperament.

"He, Lord Hera?"

Seeing the face that was exactly the same as the one in the temple statue, Hercules trembled and bowed his head.

Hera nodded and looked seriously at the illegitimate child who had almost died in her own hands, but was now reborn because of her.

"Do you remember the meaning of your name?"

Hercules replied without hesitation: "Of course!"

"Very good!" Hera nodded with satisfaction and said solemnly, "Then protect Thessaly for me and fight for the chance of survival for the people here. This is the trial I give you and the glory I give you!"

"I will obey your oracle, Lord Queen of Heaven!"

"Your name and your destiny are all because of me. There is no need for us to be so alienated."

"Okay, Mother Goddess."

Heracles beat his chest with his right fist and knelt on his knees with a respectful and pious expression.

Hercules - the man who was honored by Hera, this was his name and his destiny.

Seeing that she was impressed by the son of prophecy and successfully took him under her command, Hera looked at her little lover who pulled her to the rescue and licked her lips unconsciously.

Do I need to pay the appearance fee?

Lorne's face turned bitter, and the joy of prying Zeus's corner was gone, and his waist seemed to start to whine faintly.

However, before he could think of a way to escape, Hera grabbed his arm first and spoke to the newly adopted son in an awe-inspiring manner.

"Okay, you go back to the city as soon as possible and prepare to assist with defense with Admetus. Before the reinforcements arrive, Dionysus and I will be stationed in Thessaly in case of any eventuality. It's settled!"

"Mother Goddess, then I will make arrangements right now!"

Hercules said, turning around and striding towards the palace of Thessaly.

When he turned back, he looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman standing side by side under the starlight, and inexplicably felt that they were a perfect match and harmony.

——The God of Wine, he is the person who can be your father...

Vaguely, the words that the mother goddess Hera said when she turned into an old woman and gave him guidance came to mind.

Hercules thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

Well, that’s right!

Compared with the aloof [Blood Father] in Olympus, this [Spiritual Father] who was running for earthly life made him admire and identify more.

Therefore, your choice this time will not be wrong!

This time, Hercules was different from the sneaky way he entered the city. He took off his invisibility cloak, restored his original appearance, walked through the gate of the Royal City of Thessaly with his head held high, and walked towards the palace under the night.

And seeing his big brother who could help him share the pressure, leaving the barren mountain without looking back, Lorne fell to the spot and wanted to cry without tears.

Brother, help me...

"Speaking of which, why did Admetus suddenly die of illness?"

Accompanied by the groaning sound, Hera stepped forward and looked at the city of Thessaly under the night, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"I remember that he was still alive and kicking during the last alliance at the God of War Mountain."

"It's because of this..."

Lorne raised his arm, revealing a black skull emblem on the back of his hand.

"Mark of the Dead?"

Hera was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"He just faked his death, and his soul didn't enter Hades at all!"

Inexplicably, she began to pity Heracles for being kept in the dark.

"No, Admetus really died once."

Lorne shook his head and replied quietly.

"Moreover, if Hercules doesn't come, or is unwilling to stay, he may have to report to the Tribunal now."

"Why?" It was obviously a cruel trick to lure Hercules to join the side, but he insisted on risking his life. Hera didn't understand.

"What Admetus himself asked for was also the bet he made."

Lorne paused and explained in a deep voice.

"He doesn't want to deceive his friends and betray his faith, but he doesn't want to watch Thessaly fall, so all he can do is put everything on the line and take a gamble! Let Hercules make his own choice!"

"Including himself?" Hera was even more surprised.

"Sacrifice civilians, sacrifice nobles, sacrifice personal guards. When necessary, even the king can put himself on the scale..."

Lorne recounted what Admetus had said to him personally that night, with a deep look in his eyes.

"Compared with the will of the God-King of Olympus, human life is indeed as small as a piece of grass, and their life and death are not worth mentioning. But the weight of so many people is added together. , after all, the pointer of the scale is pointing here.”

While pondering, he looked up at the bean-like lights at the foot of the mountain and the vast stars in the sky, sneered and shook his head.

All living things are ants, but ants can build tall towers!

This is a truth that the aloof God-King will never understand.

Just as Loen was thinking secretly, a stream of hot air poured into his ear canal.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. How are you going to spend tonight?"

Hera behind him came close to him at some point, licking his moist lips and asking.

Looking at Hera, whose eyes were almost pulling out threads, Loen showed a dry smile on his face.

"Hey, can you take a break?"

Hera also smiled in response, and then...

"Bang!"

The figure who was running down the mountain was grabbed by the ankle, staggered to the ground, and then slid all the way to the grove like a prey dragged by a beast.

In the struggle, the ten fingers inserted into the soil grabbed the deep grooves on the ground, and the cry for help was drowned by the cry.