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

The nobles of Troy were all amazed at Helen's beauty, and at first they wanted to condemn this act.

However, when they saw Helen's beautiful long hair like waves and gentle color, and her fair complexion, they were all overwhelmed.

"This is the most beautiful treasure in the world."

"It's an honor we have to fight for."

"We can fight for her."

"The victor deserves the best treasure and the most beautiful woman."

They changed their caliber one after another, vying to be the first to praise Helen.

However, in the woman's bright eyes, there was an unspeakable haze.

Moros came to the coast of Troy, and he stood on the beach, and looking back, he saw something, which appeared at first on the level of the sea, and Poseidon stood beside him, and made a shade with his hands, "I seem to see something, something terrible."

"Get rid of it." Poseidon said.

Then they saw those things.

It was a mast like a forest, densely layered and overwhelming.

There was a sound of horns, the long-haired Greeks packed their luggage, the horses scratched their hoofs restlessly, different city-states had different colored flags, and the sound of drums directing slaves to paddle caused white foam to appear on the waves.

"Fuck." Poseidon sighed softly, "Why are there so many of them?"

There are only more than 1 gods in total.

And the largest city-state of mankind has [-] citizens alone.

"It's quite a lot." Moros echoed.

"Remember when we built the city wall here?" Poseidon said softly, "I thought humans would die so easily, maybe they would become a race rarer than fairies."

"I thought at the time that they might be invincible one day," Moros said.

"I also feel this kind of premonition." Poseidon stretched out his hand and knocked on the city wall he built with his own hands. "Do you still remember that we guarantee that this city wall will be indestructible?"

"Yes," Moros said softly, "but now I think we might."

"Blowing it up." Sea God said concisely.

"But you don't need to worry, they are still slaves of fate." Poseidon patted Moros on the shoulder.

Moros shook his head.

He knows that everyone is still under his power, that he is still one of the most powerful gods in the world.

But can fate completely triumph?

Maybe, after all, the only so-called fate is irresistible power.However, he admitted that he was expecting something.

He suddenly noticed something, he turned his head, and climbed up step by step. There was a temple of Apollo on the cliff of the beach, and the Trojan archers were lying in ambush behind the beach. They couldn't see themselves, but he saw something.

The blond statue of the sun god stood on the temple, he raised his head, holding his powerful bow and arrow in his hand, Moros saw the guy, sitting on the boulder on the top of the temple, raised his head, seemed to be watching The dense fog gradually hit.

"I thought you would be faster." She turned her head and said with a smile, with her hands on the stone and her feet dangling in the air, she looked very content.

Perhaps only this goddess could live so leisurely in such a chaotic situation. She stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky, "Look, many gods have come."

Moros turned his head. Behind the Trojan line of defense, he saw the figures of Artemis and Aphrodite. On the other side, Poseidon did not return to the sea. The invincible Athena I don't know when the chariot was driven to the white beach.

And it's probably going to be red with blood in no time.

The girl patted the place beside her, "Aren't you going to sit?"

Moros sat down obediently, and they looked at the distance together. A group of ships on the flank was faster than the others.

"That's the son of Thetis," she said softly. "He may choose to be the first to wash up on the beach."

"You've seen the young man," Moros said.

"Yes." Prometheus said, "He is a violent and bloodthirsty young man, but he is very powerful."

"It sounds like you don't think highly of him," Moros said.

"No." The girl retorted, "I was just thinking about one thing."

"If he had been a warrior as sharp as a blade, he would not have met his untimely death."

The girl fiddled with her fingers lightly, "But after seeing him, I think it's probably impossible."

"He will fall in love with someone and die because of it." The girl said softly, "If he loves, he will die."

"Then why must mortals love?" Moros asked.

"I don't know." She said softly, "I don't know either."

"For the gods, the male god will chase the goddess, and even turn into some kind of animal to trick and force, but it seems that if something happens, the relationship between them will not go any further. The goddess still has to be with countless male gods. At the same time, the male god can hardly control himself to continue chasing new ones."

"Do you think that's love?" the girl asked, lifting her purple eyes.

"No," Moros said softly. "Then what is love?"

"Maybe it's because most gods don't feel any pain." Moros tried to say, "So, they don't prioritize things in life."

The girl looked at him with a smile, as if she wanted him to continue talking.

"It's raining." Moros stretched out his hand, and the rain fell on his palm, "Go in?"

The girl blinked.

He stretched out his hand, and the girl put her hand in his palm, and he grabbed it, just like thousands of years ago, when they were children, they held hands and hid in a shelter before the storm came.

"Why do some people love when they know they will die?" Moros asked softly, "However, some people will live because of love."

The girl sat down and looked at the rain, raised her hand to loosen her hair, and was about to braid it again. Moros couldn't help reaching out and touching the top of the girl's fluffy head, and then sat down beside her. The girl gave up on herself gave up.

"If you are interested, you can comb it for me." She said, and stuffed her comb into Moros's hand. The black-haired young man couldn't help being surprised, "After so many years, you still haven't practiced can you?"

"I always will." The girl said unhappily, "How could I not do this kind of thing."

Moros sighed. He put the comb outside to let it drench a little rain, and then patiently smoothed out the girl's long hair bit by bit. They turned completely pale and translucent. Like dry first snow.

"Sometimes I'm curious about what's in your mind." Moros said softly, brushing the comb over the girl's head, "If you open it like this, will you see the answer?"

"You are really scary." Prometheus said, "No wonder little girls don't play with you."

Moros laughed, and then slowly coiled her hair up. Her hair has always been soft, and it is still the same today. The rain is getting heavier, and the whole world has become noisy.

"The Greeks are coming to the beach." Prometheus said softly, Moros sat beside her, put the comb in his pocket, and his eyes fell behind the whiteness.

War is about to break out.

He could see the thin golden network, the fate of people began to intersect, and the golden thread continued to break and fall, which represented the end of this life.

Web, stretch, break.

This is the shape of fate.

He stretched out his hand and caught a thread with his fingertips.

"What is this?" the girl asked softly, putting her chin on her knees.

"Fate." He said softly, "This one is yours."

"I remember you can't manipulate them casually." The girl said with a smile.

"Actually, it's okay," Moros said, "I just don't know what will happen in the future, so I generally don't touch it."

"Then you are really unmeaning." The girl smiled and turned her head, "It made me suffer so much."

"If I move, you will blame me again." Moros said, he combed the silk thread patiently, then he picked up another one and put it in front of the girl, "You can touch it."

"Is this mine?" asked Prometheus.

"No, it's mine." Moros said softly, he put the silk thread in the girl's hand, and then picked up another one, "This one is yours."

"Show me too." The girl smiled and said, "Can you see anything from it?"

"The silk thread of a person without accidents extends smoothly." Moros said, the golden thread of fate illuminates the narrow stone chamber, "If two people meet, their threads will intertwine."

He lifted two threads, "You see, in the earliest days, they were entangled."

"Sometimes entanglement will make them shine, and sometimes entanglement will make them tear." Moros said patiently, "Probably so, so this is a very boring and patient job."

"Master Tarot Taros likes to scare me when I'm tidying up, and then I forget everything I just remembered." Moros said softly.

"Then he is really too much." Prometheus expressed his solidarity with him.

"You hit him for me?" Moros said, the golden thread flowing through the slender white fingers of the black-haired youth, beautiful and sacred.

"No, I dare not." Prometheus said honestly.

"There are still things you dare not dare to do." Moros said.

"No way, it's been 1000 years, and you still bear my grudge." The girl blinked her purple eyes, "Okay, it's my fault to leave without saying goodbye, is that okay?"

"Too perfunctory." Moros raised a finger.

"Then, shall I tie a knot for it?" The girl showed a sly smile, and she twisted the golden thread between her fingers, "My great Lord Moros, are you satisfied?"

"Do you know what knotting means?" Moros hurriedly took the gold thread back into his hand.

The golden thread is entangled, which means that two people meet.

The knotting of the golden thread means the combination of human law and divine law.

That is.

marriage.

The author has something to say: I changed the cover, it is so beautiful, I suddenly feel that I can have a little more size

Suddenly there is a small theater of mourning:

Nemesis [-]: I heard that someone promised the boss with his body

Nemesis [-]: I heard that, that goddess is going to marry the boss with her body

Nemesis [-]: I heard that, the boss promised that goddess with his body

Tartarus: I heard, Moros is going to promise his girlfriend out

Typhon:!

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