Greek Mythology: I Am Zeus

"I'm still alive?" Medusa woke up and struggled to stand up. I wished it was a nightmare, but the pain told me it was all real.

Not only the eyes and the back, every inch of bone and every inch of skin seemed to be torn apart. She felt that her hands were tightly tied, probably because she had been tied for too long, and her hands were burning like fire.

"You're awake." Medusa felt a page thrown on her face, but she couldn't see it, so she could only look in the direction of the sound with her black eyes open.

"Here is the parchment and quill, here write your crimes."

"The crime I committed..." Without warning, Medusa was choked up suddenly, she lowered her head, and a slight sob sounded.

"Crying." An impatient voice sounded, followed by the sound of belts piercing the air.

The belt hit the shoulder, dull and heavy, like the pain pressing on the heart. Medusa tightened her shoulders, trying to relieve the pain, but she still couldn't bear it, screaming and rolling on the ground.

"Write!"

"Stop hitting... I will write... I will write, I am willing to confess all the crimes I have committed..."

The centaurs didn't stop until Medusa was completely hoarse from crying. Her lithe and mellow voice is now as rough as a duck.

I don't know how many pumps, Medusa collapsed on the ground, "Finally willing to write?" Centaur grabbed her bloody face, smiled cruelly, "Yes?"

"I . . . I write, I write.

"I want to write, I ask you, I have pen and paper, but where is the ink? I will show you some ink."

"Ah!! Aah!!" Medusa suddenly felt a chill, she trembled all over and wanted to struggle, but her hands were tightly bound and she couldn't break free.

The cold touch was attached to her nose, and the pores of Medusa's whole body stood up, followed by severe pain, and Medusa instantly felt unable to breathe.

She struggled to breathe, blood choked into her lungs, coughing like vomiting. Medusa felt a burning pain in her nose, tingling her nerves non-stop.

She knew that her nose had been cut off.

"Okay. If you go on like this, you will die. If you can't write the confession, you will be dissatisfied with the gods. 々. A voice came, which Medusa recognized, it was the voice of the Great Elder.

A slight magical energy was transmitted to the body, the pain was slightly relieved, and the shackles on both hands were also released.

Because of being tied up for so long, Medusa could barely feel her hands.

"Okay. Hurry up and write." Another slight magical energy came, and Medusa regained a little feeling in her hands.

She fumbled to pick up the pen, dipped the blood in her hands, and tremblingly began to write on the parchment.

"My name is Medusa, and I was originally a mermaid in the depths of the ocean. Until one night, I saw the morning light rising from the direction of Olympus, where Athena was born. I marveled at her greatness and beauty, and I swear. ...”

Writing here, Medusa felt a blockage in her chest, not only stopped writing, but also burst into tears. Tears dripped down on the confession, soaking the delicate handwriting.

Seeing her thin and narrow shoulders trembling, long hair hanging loose, and twitching, all living beings felt a little sympathy, but they suddenly remembered the crimes committed by this blasphemer against the village, and their sympathy was swept away. .

"Write!" As soon as Medusa stopped writing, the belt was drawn to her body.

Sure enough, pain is the best teacher. In less than half an hour, Medusa had written her crimes.

She raised her hands high and presented her guilt to the men and horses, then stared blankly at the god statue in the hall with her dark eyes open.

"Elder." The men and horses respectfully handed the guilt to the elder.

The elder took the guilt, read a few words silently, his face suddenly changed, he stepped in front of Medusa, and pinched her face viciously.

"Blasphemer! I have been very merciful to you. I have given you a chance to make a statement. I have eased your pain. As long as you confess your sins to God, we can even not kill you and let God judge you! "

"But! What did you write?!"

"You said that even though you experienced great pain and suffering, you decided to follow your heart. You have never committed any blasphemy from the beginning to the end. Do you respect the gods?!"

The elder almost roared angrily, he grabbed Medusa's face fiercely, his fingertips stuck into her flesh, leaving drops of blood, "It was the gods who told us that you are the blasphemer!

"Even after the gods personally pronounce the sentence, don't you plead guilty?!!"

The elder roared almost crazily, "Are you still refusing to plead guilty????"

He shook Medusa's face, "Do you want to kill all the creatures in the entire village? Do you want the wrath of the gods to descend on this village and let all the creatures be buried with you?!!"

"You came to the village alone, we provided you with room and board, what can we do to you??? Tell me, Medusa, why are you doing this?!"

There were tears in the elder's eyes, no one had ever seen him so crazy.

Everyone also understood from his words that Medusa would not plead guilty even if she died!

"You didn't apologize to me, I don't want to take revenge on anyone." Medusa's voice was very soft, her face was flat, "I didn't blaspheme.

"As for why God wants me to confess my sins, I think maybe this is what she wants."

"She wants my life, so I'll give it to her."

Medusa's face was covered with blood, her messy hair was loose, her nose had been cut off, and her two empty eye sockets were staring at the elder.

"Please allow me to kill myself, let me kill myself in the temple, and fall in front of the statue."

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After a long time, the elder let go and put Medusa on the ground.

"You don't have the right to kill yourself. God has asked (Nuohao) that you die in the most painful way."

"I thought God would forgive you when you confessed your sins. It seems like it was all meant to be.

"Execution." The elder sighed, waved his hand, and left.

He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

"Then let's start." The centaurs were also less interested, because Medusa refused to plead guilty, which meant that the gods would punish them.

Everyone in the village will die, and no one can escape.

As if they were executing orders mechanically, they moved a huge bamboo to stand in the temple. One end of the bamboo is sharpened like a huge spear stalk.

The troll seemed to be shaking a piece of meat, stabbing Medusa on the bamboo tip.

Medusa just shook a few times, made a sound that no one could understand, and then stopped moving.

Medusa is dead. But no one noticed that above her dead body, terrifying forces were gathering. .