Greece brings evildoers

Here we go again...

Looking at the new farce that is about to be staged, Lorne helplessly rubbed his forehead.

Eurystheus, another grandson of Perseus Perseus, cousin of Hercules, current king of Argos, and also an important role in helping Hercules complete the twelve trials.

Back then, before Hercules was born, Zeus announced at the Divine Power Conference that the first grandson of Perseus would rule the Argos region and dominate all other descendants of Perseus.

His original intention was to give this honor to a son born to him and his lover Alcmene, so that this child of destiny would have land and help, so as to play a greater role in the future war of the giants.

But he gave benefits to his illegitimate son, but he dug Hera's flesh.

You know, Argos is Hera's holy land.

So, the queen of heaven, who learned the news, was furious. She used her power as the goddess of marriage to make another grandson of Perseus, Eurystheus, born early, making him the king of Argos. Hercules, who was born later, became his subject.

Later, when Hercules was born, Hera went to hunt down the illegitimate child as usual, and hooked up with Loen by accident.

Under Loen's guidance, the queen of heaven gradually let go of her hatred and was no longer obsessed with destroying Zeus's illegitimate child and lover.

Hercules and his mother Alcmene escaped from the disaster and lived in seclusion in Argos.

But as Hercules grew up, his reputation rose. King Eurystheus also began to notice his famous brother. In fear, he summoned him to the palace, gave him the status of a slave on the pretext, and arranged a lot of difficult tasks for this brother to die.

After all, with such a powerful brother around, coupled with Zeus's prophecy, his throne was not stable.

Hercules was unwilling to obey at first, but he could not disobey the oracle of his father Zeus, so he left home and came to Delphi to ask for the guidance of fate.

The three goddesses of fate also gave him an answer: follow the guidance of the oracle, complete the twelve glorious trials, and you will eventually get rid of the mortal body and become a god!

So Hercules patiently returned to the Argos area and obeyed the orders of his cousin Eurystheus.

After completing several trials one after another, Perseus, his grandfather and teacher, came down to the world, took Hercules out of Argos, and carefully taught him martial arts and knowledge, and took him to experience, which created the great hero Hercules today.

But the grudge between the two brothers did not disappear.

At this time, seeing Hercules being humiliated in public, the venue fell silent. Some heroes were indignant, some were worried, but there were also people who were indifferent and joking.

After all, heroes are essentially human beings.

They certainly have abilities and qualities worth boasting about, but they also have bad roots and desires that cannot be washed away.

Hercules looked at his cousin in front of him, clenched his fists again and again, and finally chose to loosen them.

Seeing this, many heroes flashed a trace of contempt in their eyes.

A great hero is just like this.

Seeing this, Loen sighed, and then...

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound exploded on Eurystheus's head. The King of Argos shook, then came back to his senses, touched his wet head, and looked at the scarlet mixed with wine and blood in his palm, and couldn't help but get angry.

"Who? Which bastard threw a wine glass at me?!"

"Your grandfather!"

Accompanied by a rude cold snort, a foot flew over and kicked Eurystheus, who was looking around, to the ground.

"Who allowed you to waste it?"

Lorne stepped on Eurystheus' back with a gloomy face.

Eurystheus, who was lying on the ground, raised his head angrily, struggling and roaring.

"Are you crazy? I am the king of Argos!"

"The king of Argos is nothing, how dare you waste my wine?"

Lorne stepped on the stubborn head into a pool of scarlet wine spilled on the ground, forcing Eurystheus to drink it.

"Lick it clean! Lick the wine on the ground for me! If you don't drink it, you will die!"

Feeling the increasing pressure on his head, the skull began to whine faintly, unable to bear the heavy burden. Eurystheus could no longer maintain his pride and dignity. He endured the humiliation, opened his mouth, and licked the remaining wine on the ground like a dog.

Even though the dirt on the ground made him feel sick, and even though the pottery fragments mixed in the wine pierced his tongue and cheeks, he did not dare to pause or neglect it.

Because, stopping would really kill him!

When Eurystheus finally licked the remaining wine on the ground, Loen snorted coldly and kicked it away like dealing with garbage.

As Eurystheus hit the pillar heavily, the heroes looked at the bruised king of Argos and were suddenly silent.

God's grace is like the sea, and God's power is like a prison.

Gods never have only one face, but often a combination of light and darkness.

At this time, Loen looked back at Eurystheus, who was like a dead dog on the ground, picked up the wine pot, poured himself a glass of wine, and shook it gently.

He is the god of wine and feasting. Breaking his cup and spilling his wine at the banquet is blasphemy!

Not to mention that the opponent is a mortal king, even if it is a god on Mount Olympus, as long as he can beat him, he can kill him.

Because in the Age of Gods, whoever has the bigger fist rules!

Because of his higher moral level than the average of the Greek gods, he doesn't like to show his tyrannical side, but it doesn't mean he won't use thundering means.

Loen glanced at the so-called King of Argos with disdain, turned his head and looked at his blood brother in front of him, and spoke solemnly.

"Listen, Hercules, what I want to see is a lion that can lead the flock of sheep into battle, not a hound that ties its own hands and feet! The next time someone dares to jump on your face, don't give others face, just kill him directly!"

Hercules nodded heavily after hearing this, and a sharp breath gushed out of his body, making him like a sword out of the sheath.

He didn't take action immediately just now, on the one hand because of the inertia of thinking driven by this cousin for a long time, and on the other hand because of the face of his teacher Perseus and old friend Admetus, as well as the oracle of the three goddesses of fate.

But after the personal demonstration of the god of wine in front of him, a certain shackle in his heart has been broken.

Who among those present is not a god of blood? Even ordinary humans claim to be the creation of Titan's Ashes. Under fists and swords, who is nobler than who!

If you don't accept it, just fight back!

Seeing Hercules jump out of the cage of the oracle and regain the lion's sharpness, Loen nodded with satisfaction.

He was still thinking of taking this Hercules to brush the copy of Zeus and the three goddesses of fate. Now he is afraid to face a mortal king who jumped up. What's the big deal?

At this moment, Eurystheus, who had climbed up from the ground at some point, summoned a large number of accompanying blood guards, stood behind the team with a sullen face, and shouted angrily.

"You dare to insult me ​​and the king of Argos like this? I will make you pay for it!"

"The king of Argos? Very good, from now on, you are no longer..."

Just as Eurystheus waved his hand to give an order, a low and cold voice came from outside the door, and a white-armed goddess wearing a golden hair crown stepped into the hall.