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

"What a mess." A man separated the angels and walked over, and the angels retreated to the two sides without a sound, looking very respectful.

"Lord Tartarus."

The angels said humbly, bowing their heads, "We are here to arrest sinners."

"You can't handle this kind of thing without my help," Tartarus said frivolously.

Angel nodded.

"Please take care of yourself."

Tartarus walked over and stood in front of the souls. Looking at these glowing souls, he couldn't help thinking of a day many, many years ago.

An ordinary afternoon.

Lord Chaos called him to feed the ducks.

"I thought I would have a stronger power." Tartarus yawned, "I've been doing it for a long time, and that's it?"

"Do you have a problem with me?" He said casually, watching the swans scrambling for food, the ducks couldn't beat the swans at all, and automatically backed away.

"Not strong enough?" Chaos yawned.

"It's strong enough, but it's not practical." Tartarus said helplessly, "I can't think of any use for this thing."

"You can think hard." Chaos said perfunctorily.

"Use force, in what direction." Tartarus said.

"As long as you're not obscene, you can say anything." Chaos moved away from him calmly.

Tartarus thought carefully for a while, was he that kind of person?

His power, he played with the soil, fell into deep thinking, simply, it is useless, it can't be used to beat people, and it can't be used to pick up little girls, it is useless.

And he is such a person, with this power, it's like a joke.

He thinks he is handsome, unrestrained and suave, free and lively.

Yet the name of his power is called.

Do not move.

This, give it to the wrong person, wouldn’t it be good to give it to Moros, anyway, he’s going to go out every day, if you want him to go out, it’s better to just lift him out, he’s a better match for Moroes.

Why should I be given such a mentally handicapped authority, Tartarus thought over and over seriously.

Probably because I am the Lord of the Abyss, if I move around, it should be quite troublesome.

After all, there are quite a lot of gods in the world who can cause volcanoes and earthquakes, and I am the most benevolent person in the world.

Tartarus coaxed himself to be very happy, and felt that he could wash up and sleep.

Since then, he has been relieved of this matter. After all, gods can have many layers of power.

But he is not interested in other things. Since the authority is immobile, no one can kill him, which is great for watching the excitement.

Tartarus hypnotized himself.

"Everything is the best arrangement."

He knew that he was originally a dull person. In this way, it made sense for him to choose himself because he didn't have so much affection to give, and he didn't like going to work very much.

If you don't move, don't move, let me move and I still don't move.

He has never actively used this power, and he already knows in his heart what effect it will have if it is used.

Now is not the time, there is no need for me to use it, Tartarus has always thought so.

Moros grabbed Prometheus's hand, "The angels above haven't come in yet." He said softly, "I don't know how long Lord Tartarus can chat with them."

The girl let out a sigh of relief.

"Hell is so big." She sighed, and there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Moros stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?" the girl asked softly.

"Speaking of which, it takes a lot of power to wake up a god." Moros said, "You will die."

The girl looked at him silently, her gaze moved elsewhere.

"You promised me that you won't leave without saying goodbye again." Moros said seriously, "Master Tartarus said he wanted to protect both of us."

"I said how is that possible."

"He's just perfunctory me."

Moros shook his head slightly, "I'm just a slow person, but I don't think I'm too stupid."

The girl looked at his face.

"Not necessarily." She said softly, "It's just a chance of dying."

"It's possible," she repeated.

Moros held her hand, staring at the purple crystal exposed in the wall.

"Lord Themis will be sad."

Prometheus followed him down the steps step by step.

He was leading her to die.

Moros felt a hand grabbing his heart.

"I know you can make this kind of decision completely quietly," he said softly. "Please don't lie to me again."

"Actually, it is really possible not to die." The girl laughed, "Although it may not be very big."

"Why save them, didn't they hurt you?" Moros asked softly.

"It helped me too." The girl lowered her eyes.

"And after they wake up, they will no longer enjoy the power of the past, but just take part from the superior." She said softly, "They can give humans more freedom."

"They are free too," she said quietly. "You will be free too."

Moros covered his mouth.

Tears flowed from his eyes, sliding down drop by drop, disappearing in the darkness.

Yet he continued to move forward.

He was crying because he loved her.

He also moves on because he loves her.

He held the girl's hand, just like many years ago, when they didn't know how things would develop in the future, beside the stream, there were bright rushes floating on the water.

Becoming a god is hard.

It is more difficult to be a human being.

Many years ago, Moros listened to the blind poet tell the difference between god and man.

"The gods cannot be lost, so they are frivolous and backtracking."

lose.

The girl suddenly hugged him.

"Carry me on your back." She said softly, "It's a little bit less effort." She said with a smile.

Moros carried her on his back. She weighed about the same as many years ago, even a little lighter. The girl hugged his neck, and her warm breath could be felt on the side of his neck.

"I've thought about it before." The girl said softly, "If there is a miracle, for example, if you don't die."

"We'll just go north, and I see a place where we can buy a house."

Moros nodded, "Okay."

"At that time, you won't have to work every day." The girl said softly, "We can raise a lot of sheep."

Moros nodded, "Speaking of which, do you know that for many, many years, I've been going to ask you to propose marriage."

The girl laughed.

"And this."

"Yes." Moros said, "If there is a day, I will hold a wedding banquet with many people."

The girl's laughter was faint and joyful.

"Okay," she replied.

"In this case, a miracle will happen." She said with a smile.

Moros nodded.

He knew that all his reason told him there was no miracle, but his feelings told him to believe in the future.

"You let me smoke a cigarette first." Tartaros said casually, took out a pipe from his pocket, and smoked pretendingly.

He promised Moros that he could protect the two of them together, and the guy still had a look of disbelief.

What a joke, he can not only protect the two of them, he can also protect the bodies of the gods who slept like dead pigs, the cultivated land of human beings, and these daring souls who don't know whether to live or die.

He took a drag on his cigarette and showed a satisfied expression.

"Then I will start." He bowed exaggeratedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come to witness the miracle."

"I am the Tartarus you like, and I am the Lord of the Abyss."

Embarrassed or bewildered by his behavior, the angels turned their heads away.

"Look at me." Tartarus said dissatisfiedly, "This is my proudest work."

"This is the third performance you can't see in this world." He said loudly, his expression changed from frivolous to serious.

"I, Tartarus, hereby give the order." He raised his hand, swiped down from the air, and pointed to the ground under his feet.

Neither the souls nor the angels knew what he was going to do next.

"Earth, materialize," he ordered.

Something happened that stunned everyone present. The hell that was originally dominated by divine power began to change. There was a rumbling sound inside, and the flames in the center of the earth revived, boiling the stones into magma, and then the temperature cooled down rapidly. A hard crust of rock has formed, and the deposits are in place.

Everything is rapidly materializing.

Including the palace of the fallen angels, including the boiling instruments of torture.

"What are you doing?!" The angels roared in confusion.

"The ground is stable." The crowd burst into cheers.

Mysteries recede, cognition advances.

He clasped his hands together and sat down.

"My name is Tartarus, the original god of the abyss."

"Exercise my power here."

His power, which he has known for many years, is a power that can only be used once in a lifetime.

For the materialization of the earth means the fading of the mysteries.

It means that God has since lost power over it.

It also means that he will be completely integrated with the abyss.

To be the primordial abyss itself.

Tartarus took a deep breath.

He was never a conscious man.

He wasn't exactly a nice guy either.

Why should he be given this authority?

This kind of garbage power that can only be used once in a lifetime is not suitable for him at all.

A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd.

He suddenly felt something akin to satiation, something filling his chest that made him feel warm and happy.

The process of materialization is speeding up, his legs are gone, and now only the last step is needed.

It turns out that getting out of this step is not that difficult.

He was born for this day.

All he has is for this day.

"Power is immovable," he said softly.

"World, give it to me."

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