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

The girl was holding a bag and standing in the middle of the busy street. She raised her head to look at the night sky lit up by lights and the cold stars, which contrasted with the swaying crowns of colorful flowers and trees.

"Do you want to divination, miss." She heard someone ask, turned her head, and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the side of the road, holding some strange cards in his hand, the girl looked at it with interest for a while, "You Is it a foreigner?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man said, "As you can see, I am indeed a wandering outsider."

The girl smiled slightly, "Okay, how much do you want to charge?"

"If it was you, I wouldn't accept it." The man said, he had black hair, but his eyes were a special silver-blue color, much like the moon.

The girl showed a faint smile, stretched out her hand and gently supported the man's wrist, "You don't have a heartbeat?"

"What kind of creature are you?" she asked.

The man sat down in the tent and fiddled with his things.

"I heard the goddess Isis mentioned you." The man said softly, and sprinkled a handful of stones on the table, "Do I look stupid and ridiculous in front of a prophet like you?"

"I'm curious, your eyes." The girl sat down opposite him, "What a strange pair of eyes."

"Don't you also have a pair of very strange eyes?" The man smiled, "For mine, yours are undoubtedly worse."

"It's still worse than yours." The man heard a voice, and a black-haired young man appeared in the tent at some point, the man smiled, "Ah, the great Lord Moros, one of the immortal three pillar gods .” He bowed, “I’m really sorry that I didn’t have time to call on you.”

The two dark-haired men stared at each other warily.

In the end, the one with blue and silver eyes chose to give in.

"Sorry, but let me declare myself first," he said, "I am a traitor and have been exiled from my camp for a long time."

"When I was still in my position, the world called me Sariel." He said softly, "As for me, I am not a living creature, I am just a tool fabricated by a certain god."

"But it just so happens that I don't use it very well." He said, pointing to his eyes, "This is what the world calls evil eyes. It is said that nothing good will happen if you see them."

"I'm curious, what happened to you?" the girl asked with a smile.

"It's not a big deal." Sariel said with a smile, "But that monarch is very strict."

"I remember that Lord Moros made an oath a few days ago, no matter which main god is in power, he will stick to his duties, so the warning I brought has nothing to do with you." He said with a smile.

"The world of that great monarch does not allow heresy." He restrained his smile and said calmly, "So I want to ask, what do you plan to do with that power?"

The girl who was blocked by Moros stood up. She only seemed to think for a second, "I've already made up my mind."

"I'll go wandering," she said softly.

"He doesn't mind rewarding you." Sariel said, "I remember Lord Tartarus also got his high official salary."

"He was a benevolent monarch."

The girl smiled lightly.

"You should know that my power has nothing to do with any ease," she said with a smile.

"I knew you would answer like that." Sariel smiled and clapped her hands, "They still don't believe it."

He exaggeratedly circled the girl twice, "Ah, it's really pleasant. Why are there such innate chaotic lovers in the world? Why are there such strange women in the world?"

"It really makes me feel envious and happy." He said with a smile, "With all due respect, a guy like you deserves to be chased."

"Of course Lord Moros, I dare not show disrespect to you. The monarch has thanked you for your efforts and will bestow you with corresponding honor."

Sariel bowed exaggeratedly, "I want to say, he can also let this woman marry you, and she will belong to you alone from now on."

"You'd better find a cage to put her in." Sariel said pretendingly.

The black-haired youth was silent for a long time.

"She's not mine," Moros said softly.

"I'm so sorry." Sariel said in a low voice, "You know, if this news is passed back, she will be labeled a heretic."

"I've always been a heretic." The girl smiled and said, "But I don't think you need to value me so much."

She said briskly, "After all, I am nothing but a nobody."

"But you are the black sheep among the sheep." Sariel said with a smile, "I didn't know why before, but today I know."

"But I've always been a habitual offender of hedging." He smiled, "I have a question I want to ask."

"Excuse me, where do you think the future of mankind will go?"

The girl smiled easily. She raised a hand and pointed to the crowd outside the tent, "Do you think human beings look like a river?"

"Like." The man replied.

"So how do rivers flow?" she laughs.

"What if there is a huge rock wall ahead?" Sariel asked, "Will it become a pool of silent water, allowing the gods to swim?"

"Yes, for a long time." The girl smiled softly, "Since you have been exiled, you might as well go and see for yourself what will happen after being blocked by the water."

Sally saw it.

Drop by drop of ground water hit the hardest rock, but a deep pit was created. The trapped water was silent, but gradually corroded a huge cave.

Then the river came out and poured into the ocean.

Rocks couldn't stop them.

Even the cliff could not stop them.

For when the rivers flow to the cliffs they grow wide and silent, yet in the silence a storm is born, and when the lake cannot contain them they will gallop out.

The water reaches a desperate situation and becomes a waterfall.

The unstoppable noise descended, pulling down mountains and trees, and rushing to freedom.

This woman is indeed the most dangerous thought prisoner in this world. Just a few words can make people excited, as if she can give everything for the future, even if her body is broken, it is worthwhile.

Even a heartless thing like me can feel the so-called surging heart.

"With all due respect, the bottom layer of Tartarus should definitely be prepared for you." Sariel said softly.

He swears in good conscience, it's a compliment.

A compliment that only fellow exiles can appreciate.

The girl received his compliment and smiled, "Thank you."

"She is the most dangerous thought prisoner in the world." Tartaros said with a smile, "Have you heard, her danger level is much higher than yours."

"Are you stepping on two boats ahead of time now?" Typhon said dissatisfied.

"This is called avoiding risks reasonably." Tartaros laughed. "Speaking of your plan, you are the incarnation of disaster in this world. Although you were defeated, your powers have not been deprived."

"I don't care anymore, I'll leave it to fate." Typhon said flatly, "Of course it would be nice if she could come back and accompany me to jail."

Tartarus shook his head, "Can't you be a little more ambitious?"

Typhon thought for a while.

"You mean to ask me to go out and do some cases in order to prepare to surpass her."

Tartarus shook his head again.

"Ah, you are hopeless," said Tartarus simply, "but if you are set free to kill Zeus, will you go?"

"Forget it, at least a few hundred years." Tartarus said that if you don't answer, you can think about it slowly, anyway, there is plenty of time.

"Speaking of which, Zeus doesn't know about this?" Typhon asked. "A new monarch is rising in the east."

"I don't know, after all, our news was brought by Isis, but you also know that Isis and Zeus have a somewhat unpleasant past." Tartarus said, "And if you look at it from the prophecy, his power It hasn't peaked yet."

"Shortly after, philosophers will appear, build a magnificent palace, and then a conqueror will be born, carrying the glory of Zeus, spreading his majesty to the other side of the sea." Tartarus expressionless repeated the prophecy of Chaos.

"Sounds good, but why don't you hang out with him?" Typhon asked.

"Because prosperity is a time of decline." Tartarus said, he put away his usual frivolous smile and looked serious, "This is generally the case in everything."

"Poets will die, philosophers will die, and conquerors will die." The white-haired girl said softly.

"So, will the world change?" Moros asked.

"What do you think?" The girl turned her head and asked.

"It will change." The black-haired God of Destiny said softly, "The world has changed a lot."

The girl took his hand and tightly twisted his fingers, as if unwilling to separate, "I, alas, you still chose not to be free after all."

"But it's my choice," Moros replied. "Maybe it's also a kind of freedom."

She was silent for a while.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"Why did you ask this question suddenly?" Moros was slightly taken aback, "Do you still need to ask this question?"

"Well, I'm bored." She smiled.

She took out a laurel wreath from her bag and handed it to Moros, "Keep it for me."

Moros took it and looked at it for a while, "Did the winner give it to you?"

"Yes." She smiled, blinking.

Moros suddenly remembered the prophecy he had heard thousands of years ago.

Only after she wears the crown will she become her own bride.

Since ancient times, gods have only been crowned by the monarch, and they have never heard of themselves being crowned successfully.

However, at this moment, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

The god who is silently remembered by people who are unknown has no temples or idols, no rituals and no believers.

But they remember her.

Always get inspiration and courage from her story.

And when you finally take that step.

What will happen on that day?

The author has something to say: I saw a very interesting saying that Hebrew mythology is a myth that emerged from the wreckage of countless myths. Many gods have inherited the attributes. Some people say that the angel Uriel is Tarta Ross or something

However, this article will not mention a lot. The main thing is to let the heroine go through the experiences after the age of the gods that the modern poets added to the original scriptures, and write a complete life like this, so there will still be a few reasons for the time axis. characters of hebrew mythology

According to the understanding of Western culture in textbooks, the two Greek cultures have infiltrated each other for a long time, and eventually became a bipolar unity similar to a yin and yang fish, and finally moved towards balance and harmony. I still want to write about this process.

Comparing everyone~