You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"I think this kind of thing is purely accidental." Hermes said, he carefully watched Zeus' face, and found that the king of the gods might not be in a good mood.

"Okay, I see." Zeus said, raised a hand, and let him go out.

Of course, he couldn't punish so many main gods in one go.

But he felt an anger, one might even call it fear.

He hated the goddess named Prometheus.

Of course, there is also a bit of fear. Zeus knows that fear comes from the unknown, but he really doesn't know much about this goddess. Zeus is familiar with how to control talents, but first of all, he must know what they want.

This lunatic, however, seems to feed on chaos.

They have known each other for so many years, he seems to have never seen this girl yearn for something very much, and they have known each other for a long time.

Zeus couldn't help but think of that day, the day they first met.

It was a stormy night. Although his childhood was not very happy, it was not very unfortunate either. At least he lived a stable life, with people taking care of him and educating him.

Although he knew that he was the son of the king of gods, he didn't feel much injustice and his upcoming fate like a storm, although he knew that one day he would take up that responsibility and punish his father.

Until that bottomless night.

"Young prince, if you want to become the new king, you may need my help."

The girl in black smiled lightly. She took off her soaked black cloak and put it aside. It dripped water, as if telling how brutal the rain outside was.

Zeus sat up straight.

"Did you come here according to the prophecy?" He asked, the girl shook her head, "No, I came here by myself."

"Why should I trust you?" Zeus looked into her eyes, which were a pair of special purple eyes, which belonged to the prophets.

The girl smiled, stretched out her hand, and ticked the lamp.

She took a little water from the bowl and drew a rough map on the table.

Zeus had imagined that the assistant sent by fate for his great cause might be an invincible warrior.

A just and powerful god perhaps, but he never expected to meet this maiden.

However, she is extremely smart and possesses dazzling wisdom. Her pale pink fingertips slid across the table, talking about her thoughts in a relaxed and cheerful manner. .

"Why do you want to overthrow your father?" Zeus asked softly, "Your father is powerful, and he has nothing to do to you."

"Probably because he is not free." The girl smiled and said, holding her chin. "You see, he is so worried about losing his power. He imprisoned his brothers and devoured his children."

"He imprisoned his opponents in Tartarus and felt that his rule would last forever. I despise this kind of monarch." The girl said with a smile, "There is no vitality on the earth or on the mountain."

"I don't like this world." She said softly.

"You are a noble and beautiful goddess," said Zeus. "You should have a strong husband and live a happy life."

"I owe you a good word." The girl smiled.

Zeus was slightly startled, and he saw the traces of earrings that were hidden under the broken hair around the girl's ears.

Her wrists are slender and fair, and her fingertips are pale pink. "You have to unite with the oppressed and lost gods, and they will be happy to help you."

She obviously shouldn't be on this list.

What does she want?

"You can liberate your brothers and sisters first. At the same time, I can help you convince the Cyclops and the Hundred-armed Giant."

The girl said softly, the light was warm orange, blocking the rain from the cave, "Your two uncles were thrown into Tartarus by your father, the Cyclops can forge extremely powerful weapons, and the hundred-armed Giants are so powerful that they can help you fight."

"When you liberated your brothers and sisters." Prometheus said with a smile, "and then got the help of your uncles."

"You are going to attack Typhon."

"The Typhon, the father of monsters?" Zeus asked softly.

"Yes," said Prometheus, and she stretched out her hand and drew a circle in mid-air, "You know, the greatest enemy of the gods is this Typhon, and most gods have no loyalty at all, They will only kneel to the strong, like the one who killed Typhon."

"Tifeng's body is huge, you have to let him fly into the sky, and then kill him, so that the whole world will see your mighty power, and believe that you have a chance of winning against the king of gods."

Prometheus said softly, she hugged her knees, she looked like a well-behaved and gentle girl, but she was talking about the most indifferent and grand plans.

"I will work hard," Zeus said.

He wasn't sure if he could beat Typhon, but he knew it was necessary, and if he went directly to attack his father, he wouldn't get much support.

He has to let the world know his name.

He must hold up the banner of justice, even if he himself does not believe in it.

"Don't worry too much." Prometheus put his head on his knees. "The Cyclops has wanted revenge for many years. I think he will have something good in his hands."

"But how do you convince them?" Zeus asked.

Tartarus, with its three-layered iron walls and countless monsters as guards, such a young girl took on this task calmly and firmly.

She did bring back good news.

Later he heard some details from his uncle.

The girl was alone, and she rowed the boat deep into those honeycomb-like underground caves. She knew that the entrance to Tartarus was in it. The lamp she placed on the bow fluctuated, indicating the danger ahead.

The girl blinked her purple eyes, stretched out her hand, and picked up a colorful stone from the shore. She put it in her hand and played with it, as if she was thinking about something.

Tartarus was not guarded by the three-headed hellhound back then, but the monsters of old were far more powerful than they are today.

She didn't want to have any conflict with them.

Prometheus parked the boat on the shore without a light, and walked into the boundless darkness alone. She heard the heavy breathing coming from ahead, as if some huge creature was hiding in the depths of the darkness. From there, the rancid smell followed, and she carefully concealed her breath.

A huge dog-like creature and a scorpion-like creature of the same size appeared not far away.

Prometheus gently took out a small pinched shape from his pocket, and then blew lightly.

A tiny mouse slipped through her fingers, and she brought life to the stone.

It's an insect with a needle.

The little mouse stood up and blinked at its creator with black bean-like eyes. The girl smiled slightly and reached out to pat its head.

"When they fight, steal the keys around their necks and give me them."

Then she broke off a small piece of fruit and gave it to the mouse.

The insect flew to the back of one of them, and pierced its needle into the monster's skin without hesitation. The dog-shaped monster couldn't help screaming, it felt its own injury, it was stabbed.

So it looked at the scorpion-shaped monster with a grim expression, and bit its neck. The whole body of the scorpion-shaped monster was protected by a hard shell, so it was not injured.

But it is angry.

The two monsters fought.

The girl got into the door gently, then returned the key to the mouse, and closed the door. Her expression never changed a bit, and her calmness made people feel panic.

Her feet fell silently to the ground.

The prisoners being held were deeply puzzled.

The girl didn't seem to be in a hurry to do anything, but firmly put the clay model of the key she rubbed just now in her pocket.

Then she bowed deeply.

"My great and unfortunate ancestors, now there is a young man who will raise the flag against the tyrannical Cronus, would you like to help him?"

"We have been waiting for this day for a long time." The giants uttered a muffled voice, "but the despicable Cronus imprisoned us in this place that will never see the light of day. If we can break free from this chain and break this wall, we would have gone out long ago."

"We are huge, and it is impossible for us to come and go as easily as you little girl." The giants said.

The girl raised her head gently, showing a faint smile, "That young man will liberate you." She smiled and said, "He hopes to get your help, and he promises to let you succeed in revenge."

"If there is a new king who can liberate us from this endless pain, we are willing to serve you," said the giants.

The girl sighed softly.

"What's the matter, can't he do it?" Cyclops asked.

The girl smiled slightly, "No, it's not impossible to ask him to save you, but I just feel a little regretful that you extremely powerful giants are actually looking forward to the arrival of a junior."

"You should have helped him and guided him, as elders and ancestors." The girl said softly, "If it is from submitting to a powerful lord to submitting to another powerful lord, even if he ascends the throne, he will not I won’t respect you much and fear your strength.”

"You have to gain status for yourself." The girl said with a smile, "If in the past, your resistance was like a drop in the ocean, drowning in the servants of Cronus, now you are one of countless forces."

"The prison can only be truly freed by breaking it from the inside. Before going to meet the new king, why not let him feel your strength and determination in advance." She spread her fair and delicate hands and said with a smile.

Cyclops couldn't help feeling the cold.

It was the cold of excitement and fear, which made the pores of his whole body tighten.

"I'll give you the information and the map." The girl said with a smile, "In three days, the rebel army will gather on Crete."

She lowered her head and took the mold of the key that she rubbed on the three-layer iron wall.

She looked so respectful and yet so domineering.