Greece brings evildoers

Someone!

As the dizziness caused by the concussion hit, Orion's vision went dark. He subconsciously covered his sore and bleeding nose and staggered.

Then, before he could react, a figure with long silver-white hair and wearing light armor of the Imperial Guard rushed out from under the curtain behind the throne, grabbed his neck, and hit him hard. Stone slabs in the main hall.

Looking at the son of Poseidon struggling on the ground in front of him, a man who had no sense of martial ethics and launched a shameless sneak attack, grinned.

"Guess, since your grandfather guessed your purpose, why did he invite you to the palace alone?"

As he spoke, a petite purple figure emerged from the other side of the curtain. While holding Princess Ariadne's hand and gently comforting her, he looked at the son of Poseidon with disdain.

"I thought he was so powerful..."

Immediately afterwards, three princes who were supposed to handle the follow-up at the coastal fortress came from the back door, took off the owl feathers that concealed their aura, and looked at the nephew on the ground with a gloomy look.

At this moment, looking at the unkind eyes of his relatives, the son of Poseidon, whose face had turned purple from suppressing his emotions, tried his best to open a small gap in the hand that was holding his throat, and roared hoarsely.

"Kill me, and Ceto will come and wipe out Crete immediately! Father God will not let you go!"

When the three princes heard this, they thought of the nightmarish light belt and the tragic scene of the earth shattering. Their expressions suddenly changed. They looked up at King Minos on the throne and opened his mouth hesitantly.

"Father, father..."

Under the calls of the three sons and their earnest gazes, the old man on the throne who watched coldly finally sighed and pondered slowly.

"Please stop first..."

Lorn raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, but said nothing. He casually let go of Orion's neck, stood up and stepped aside.

Seeing the son of Poseidon rising from the ground unharmed, the three princes couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Princess Ariadne on the side was biting her cherry lips and her face was a little pale.

Minos on the throne saw the reactions of his children in his eyes, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Grandpa, I am sincerely thinking about you and Crete, and I never meant any offense!"

After successfully escaping from trouble and realizing that his current situation was not good, Orion immediately put on his honest expression and gave earnest advice.

"It's been so long, don't you understand? In the world of the gods, disrespecting the gods will not end well!"

The old man raised his head and looked at his grandson with undisguised disgust in his eyes.

"For your mother's sake, get out before I change my mind..."

"Grandfather! In seven days at most, Ceto will come back! Even if the Minoans are lucky enough to win once, they can't win forever! Do you really not think about the future of Crete?"

Seeing that the twilight old man on the throne was still indifferent, Orion suddenly felt anxious, with a faint threat mixed in his tone.

Finally, the face of King Minos, who couldn't bear it anymore, darkened visibly, and he opened his mouth and roared at the top of his lungs.

"roll!"

In an instant, golden light burst out from the aging body and hit Orion's chest like a heavy punch.

With a dull roar, the figure like a cannonball crashed through the outer wall, breaking several stone pillars in the square along the way, and finally fell in front of the palace gate.

A full quarter of an hour later, Orion coughed up blood and crawled out of the pit in embarrassment, still shouting towards the palace without giving up.

"Grandpa, there are still seven days left. Please seriously consider my suggestion. Me too..."

"Boom!"

The muffled thunder caused by the ether factor exploded in the palace. When Orion saw this, his expression changed immediately, he shrank his head, turned around and rushed outside the city of Knossos, cursing secretly in his heart.

Damn it, this thing is almost dying, how come it still has so much energy?

Just wait, Father God, I will be the master of Crete sooner or later!

At this time, in the main hall, the upright golden figure gradually restrained its overflowing divinity and sat back on the throne.

The originally old body became even more rickety and decadent, as if he was about to die.

"Father……"

The three princes mumbled and lowered their heads in shame.

"I'm fine, but the city-states need to be appeased. The damaged defense lines need to be rebuilt. You still have a lot to do."

The old man waved his hand, his voice a little low.

"Back off first..."

After hearing their father's instructions, the three princes immediately nodded and accepted the order, bowed and left the dilapidated hall.

When his sons disappeared from sight, King Minos turned to look at Lorne and couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

"It made you laugh."

"Nothing."

Lorne shook his head slightly, his expression as calm as ever.

However, King Minos seemed not to hear, and continued to murmur while patting his daughter's somewhat cold hand.

"Sorry, Crete can't stand the torment now. Everyone needs time to breathe, including me. So, he can't die yet, at least not yet..."

"I see."

"But don't worry, I used my divine power to leave a mark on him and let him live for a few more days."

"Um……"

Lorne listened to the sorrow of being an old father, a king, and a weak person in those words, and responded softly until a dull snoring began on the throne.

"Father, he is asleep, I will wake him up right now!"

Princess Ariadne couldn't help but panic when she saw this situation.

The successive changes and the attitude of her brothers have made her a little overwhelmed and she is also highly nervous.

However, Lorne made a silencing gesture and shook his head slightly.

"He's too tired. Let him rest for a while. We still have enough time to react. I'll come back tomorrow."

Hearing this reasonable response, Princess Ariadne couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

Just as she was about to walk down the steps and ordered her father to be brought into the house to rest, she unexpectedly swayed under her feet and almost fell down.

The little Medusa next to her had quick eyes and quick hands, helped Princess Ariadne up, and took the initiative to speak.

"Sister Chief Priest, you also need to rest. Why don't you let me stay here tonight."

"But……"

"This is an order!"

Little Medusa picked up the goddess emblem on her chest, tightened her face, and acted like a divine envoy.

In this regard, Princess Ariadne could only nod and accept the divine decree, helpless and grateful.

After dealing with the godly priest, little Medusa unceremoniously assigned the task to the only person she could trust.

"Lorne, it's not very safe outside. Why don't you take him to our place to sleep. We will meet up again tomorrow morning and discuss countermeasures."

"That's fine..."

Lorne thought for a while, nodded slightly, and handed a metal bird feather that could resonate and transmit sound to the little Medusa who had made up her mind, and gave serious instructions.

"If there is any trouble, please notify me immediately. Don't show off alone!"

Little Medusa took the bird feather pendant, nodded obediently, and then set up a barrier to blend her figure into the shadow of the hall.

After carefully checking outside several times, Lorne finally brought Princess Ariadne into the carriage with confidence, then drove the carriage to Hestia's mansion.

It seemed that she was too tired. Before arriving at her destination, the head priestess had already tilted her head and fell asleep in the carriage.

Lorne thought for a while and knocked on the door of the mansion.

Hestia, who had been reduced to a tool, carried the sleeping Princess Ariadne into the bedroom. After going downstairs, she stared at Lorne looking up and down with a strange expression.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't move at all!"

Lorne raised his hands, unable to help but clarify for himself.

Hestia rolled her eyes at the man in front of her and snorted angrily.

"Just because it didn't move, it's suspicious!"

"..."

Thinking of the moral level of the gods, Lorne opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

In order to avoid broaching this embarrassing topic, he simply looked solemn and spoke in a deep voice.

"Something happened to King Minos!"

After hearing the bad news, Hestia, who was originally a bit joking, couldn't help but become serious. She immediately locked the door and listened to the person involved.

"boom!"

Half an hour later, Hestia slammed her pink fist on the table with an indignant look on her face.

"Poseidon is too much! And that Orion is not a good guy either! Next time I see them, I will definitely beat them up!"

"Whether we beat them or not, let's get through this hurdle first."

Lorne pinched his sore eyebrows, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and sighed.

"Looking at King Minos' appearance, he shouldn't be able to hold on for long, otherwise, he wouldn't let Orion go so easily."

"At worst, I'll take action and stew that sea monster!" Hestia, who was outspoken, put on a posture of breaking a jar.

"It's useless..."

Lorne, who had no hope of the hearth goddess's strategy, straightforwardly stated the interests and reasons.

"The key now is not this beast tide. Even if you defeat Ketuo, Poseidon will have more reasons to intervene.

Once King Minos dies, no matter who the remaining princes succeed to the throne, they may not have the determination to continue to fight against Poseidon, and they will succumb sooner or later.

Moreover, I don’t think that they alone can defeat their great nephew Orion who has the support of Poseidon.

By then, it is almost foreseeable that the kingship of Crete will change hands and beliefs will change. "

There is no successor, and it is difficult to support a tree alone.

This was the real headache for King Minos.

Immediately, Lorne looked at Hestia, who had a look of reluctance on her face, and spoke again.

"The gods in the heaven have never had a good temper, and they have not been punished until now. I think it is because His Majesty the God King has restrained him? If you don't want to cause trouble, I advise you to give up the idea of ​​taking action."

"That's right, you guessed it right again!"

Having seen through her thoughts, Hestia rolled her eyes angrily, and then looked to the other side with some suspicion.

"By the way, when did you guess my identity?"

"first day……"

"How is that possible! I obviously hid it very well!"

"So, you didn't even change your name and just used the abbreviation of Hestia?"

"..."

Seeing the somewhat contemptuous look in the other party's eyes, Hestia suddenly became frustrated and once again experienced the frustration of having a low IQ.

However, he was probably resigned to his fate.

The stove goddess didn't hesitate for a moment before she simply handed over all the thinking issues to the external brain in front of her.

"Then what should we do now? Athena hasn't come back yet. We can't watch her hard-earned home being robbed, right?"

"If you want to help, then follow me to the palace tomorrow. I hope you can find a way to let King Minos survive for a few more days."

"It's okay to let me cook, but let me save people..."

"So, I can only give it a try first..."

The external brain at the table and the goddess of the stove, whose brain stem was intermittently missing, looked at each other, raised their chins, and sighed at the same frequency.

"well……"

"well……"

10,000 words have been achieved. Sorry, I have posted too many saved manuscripts before. The daily updates are current. It is not intentional to block the plot. Please forgive me.

In addition, thank you for your suggestions. The look and feel of Chapter 78 is not very good, so I have made some changes.

We have just reached the turning point in the middle. I will try my best to update and push the plot as soon as possible. If nothing happens tomorrow, I will continue with 10,000 words.