greek mythology stuff

Chapter 148 Unspoken
The temple is empty, just like Hades' authority.

He is the prince of death, and death needs no man.

He closed his eyes and didn't open them again, but drank the wine by himself.

Hades doesn't like to drink, he doesn't like the taste of wine, but he can drink.He drinks for no reason other than because he wants to.He also has no drinking buddies, and he has become accustomed to drinking by himself for countless days and nights.

He considers himself a strong man, but a strong man is lonely, and a lonely person should drink the wine of loneliness.

Hades scoffs when Hephaestus says he didn't choose the right companion.

He never needs to walk with people.

He is the prince of death, born against all living things.Whether it is the mortals in the world or the gods in the heavens, they are all bound to die, but sooner or later.

Only eternal death is equal. When the living fall, the wealth and power that work in the world of the living will lose their meaning.

Hades had been waiting for that day.All kinds of deaths flow into the underworld to become the source of his strength, bringing him all the beauty of the world of the living.

The world of the living will continue to breed new creatures and reincarnate from it, while the world of the dead will always grow, and the infinite possibilities belonging to the world of the living will eventually fall and wither and fall into the underworld, becoming Hades' incalculable power and possibility. part.

This is the secret that only belongs to Hades, the plunder that belongs to him.

At that time, he will drive the big ship of the underworld to smash into the abyss and replace the abyss.His name will stand on Tartarus, the god of the abyss, from this life onwards, so that it will continue to the future generations without end.

When the world is broken, his damaged name will flow downstream with the blood of the world, pouring into the new world.

It would be a battle, a battle between the old outdated and the young god, the same name, but different wills.

Hades is confident that he will win.He will break through the blockade of the arrogant woman at the end of the years and live out a new ancient time.

He is not afraid of failure, and the result of failure is only death.The most indispensable thing in the barren land of the underworld is death, whether it is now or in the past...

Countless deaths are buried here, as well as the dead monarch himself!

This is the underworld.

The world has fallen into the past and ushered in a new life downstream, while the underworld is always dilapidated and dilapidated as before.

How many deaths are forgotten and become secrets, how many secrets are buried in this land.

Now, it's time to enable these secrets.

Hades got up from the throne, he carried the drinking utensils.

The ground in the hall split open by itself, revealing a gap leading to the dark underground.

Below the gap is an underground palace.

This palace is no different from Hades' palace on the ground. As long as you remember the layout of the palace on the ground, you can walk in this underground palace.

Hades was walking in it.

He was familiar with the road, and deliberately passed the place where the palace on the ground had attendants and guards, as if announcing his arrival.

He was indeed announcing his arrival—even though he built this underground palace himself.

Because there is still a king here!
Corresponding to the palace on the ground, although this underground palace does not overlap with the palace on the ground, it also has a place for the throne.

It is the throne of the ruler of the underworld...

Hades is here.In the same empty hall, a king has been quietly waiting for his arrival on the throne.

It was a skeleton, the left arm was missing, and the rest of the body was completely damaged.

There was a rotten and dusty wooden table in front of the skeleton. Hades sat opposite him, filled the wine for him and poured a glass for himself, then raised the glass as a signal, and drank it all in one gulp.

After doing all this, he just stared at the skeleton without words or respect.

The fallen world in the past is full of treasures, and every living god will get something as long as they go there. Erebus, the god of darkness, found the secret of the end of all things, and Hephaestus, the god of fire, took away the history. Hades had also been there, but he returned satisfied only with the broken bones in front of him.

This skeleton came from a dead country in a fallen world, and was buried in the ground of the dead country but did not belong to that world.He belongs to a previous world earlier than that world.

His nickname during his lifetime was "Hades"...

When the world fell, he forcibly broke through the blockade of the end, dragged his broken body and arrogance to the new world, and then buried himself.

Hades found him, built a palace for him in the world of the underworld, and re-crowned as king as the dead.

Even though a land cannot have two kings, Hades still crowned him, and made him share all the glory he could get--as a dead man.

The dead do not drink alcohol.

Hades would take a gulp of the wine filled by the bones, and then whispered alone with the wine glass.

"Your conditions are worse than mine, you are better than me now..."

"but……"

"The outcome is yet to be decided."

"The same thing, if you die, I will live."

He put down his wine glass, groomed the skeleton, and broke off a finger bone along the way.

The phalanx was placed in an empty wine jug, and Hades carried it back to the ground.

In the palace on the ground, he crushed the finger bones into bone powder with utensils, and then introduced the river water of Styx and the black soil of the underworld. He made a statue with the mixed soil, a statue exactly like himself, and buried it in the Underground of the throne.

After doing all this, he exhaled a biting cold air, which passed through the river Styx, rolled up the river of oath, and flew to the world.

Then he opened another door in the temple, a door leading to the depths of chaos.

Tracing back to the breath of the mountain that frequently appeared in this world, he meanders all the way, looking for the previous god king...

……

Earth on earth.

There is a giant god in the far west, who shoulders the sky and steps on the mountains and the earth.

He is Atlas, the No. 1 among the greats of the gods since they were recorded. His power is brilliant, and he can face the greats of the heyday.

The spear thrown by Vulcan Hephaestus on the island of Lemnos happened to have crossed this land and was seen by Atlas.

The tip of the spear is extremely sharp, and the body of the spear is made of rough and hard dead branches. Two words are written on the body of the spear—God of War.

Atlas likes these two words very much, and also likes that spear very much.

That spear... as if it was tailor-made for him...

His gaze was set on the underworld, on the horned gate piercing the sky in the corner of the underworld, and on the spear nailed to the horned gate. He carefully observed and chewed these two words, no matter what, he could never forget them.

I don't know when it started, the pressure on the shoulders became lighter and lighter, as if there was nothing.

Atlas could leave if he wanted to.

But he didn't.

He pretended not to know, but silently counted the days in his heart.

"the first year……"

(End of this chapter)