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Chapter 158 "Is My Believer..."

There are no lights in the city of Sipyrus tonight, but the streets and alleys are extraordinarily bright.

The full moon in the sky is like a big silver plate, and like a bright lamp that just hangs above the head.This tells people one thing - Luna is watching!

A young man in a black robe approached the city wall under the moonlight. The ring he was wearing shone golden, and the city wall opened a "door" for him. When he entered the city, the "door" closed again.

The person who came was Otis the Immortal, who possessed the soul of a priest of an extinct ancient sect——Sata, the priest of Anser.

They are the saviors, and not long ago saved a baby named Perseus.The baby and mother were thrown into the sea in a wooden box, and Otis floated on the sea to hold the wooden box, so that the life in the wooden box would not sink to the bottom of the sea and drown.Until they crashed into an island together, they saw two people dressed like fishermen on the island rescued the mother and son.

But they were not supposed to be the saviors, but the ones who changed the prophecies, and in the end they made the prophecies come true with their own hands.

Otis was a little confused. He consulted Sata and decided to go back to Sipyrus to see if the other half of the prophecy was fulfilled.

But he asked all the way, what he saw and heard, his heart gradually sank.

The most prosperous place in a country should be the hinterland close to the capital of the kingdom, but Sipyrus is just the opposite.Its borders are still prosperous, and the two countries are trading with each other, showing signs of prosperity, but the further they go to the hinterland, the more depressed the cities along the way are, and there are few people in the streets that should be prosperous.

The people on the street were in panic, and there were rumors that the people who went to the capital had encountered accidents, but there were also enthusiastic people who firmly believed in their king, believing that people would always come back, sooner or later.

Otis came to the capital of Sipyrus, and he had a rough idea of ​​the truth.

As he walked to the place where the lights were shining in the distance, he was talking to Sata in his heart.

"I'm right. The upper layer is already rotten. Blind expectations are not advisable."

"Those who followed the road with blind expectations and blind determination are doomed to be disappointed, and their loved ones will never come home."

The Sata in the body responded to him: "Then who do you think should be blamed for the fault, Tantalus or "those people"?"

"What if you throw 'those people' away?"

"Yes, it is not advisable to expect blindly, but is it advisable to resist blindly?"

"Perhaps the people along the road also vaguely have the answer in their hearts, but they just can't believe it and can't believe it."

"After all, subjugation and fleeing to other countries are looked down upon."

Otis couldn't help frowning: "Won't they resist?"

Sata smiled in Otis's heart: "Yes, but who will resist? Resistance is not empty words, it will cost blood."

Otis thought for a while, and then returned to his scholar side: "Then what to do?" he asked Sata in his mind.

Sata told him: "Didn't history give you the answer? A new order should be established."

Otis disagrees with this answer: "The new order is just another oppression, which always rots."

Sata told him: "There is nothing that will not decay. The focus is on the present and the change. People today have never seen the moon in ancient times, so they don't know what the sky was like in ancient times. Blindly adopting it is wrong. Blind trust is also wrong."

"Just like the witch doctor technique summarized by people we saw along the way, it is applicable to the south but not necessarily applicable to the north. Perhaps as people's physique and natural medicines change, it will no longer be applicable in the future."

"But at the time and place it definitely worked."

"This is the same as order. Except for gods, nothing dares to say that it is eternal."

"So blind expectations and blind trust will inevitably lead to trouble, and we should uphold a critical attitude."

Otis sighed, and couldn't help revealing his heart: "Then this is too difficult."

"Justice and objectivity, only gods can do it!"

Sata laughed loudly in Otis's heart when he heard the words: "Don't be discouraged, Otis."

"You can't do it, you can't become a god, maybe the next eternal person is you?"

They were talking and laughing, but they were stopped by the clash of swords, because in front of them was the king's residence - a huge palace complex.

It seemed that tonight was a special day. The lights of the entire city of Sipyrus were extinguished, but the king's residence was brightly lit to illuminate the night.

The guards guarding the gate looked blank, it was a disregard for life after killing too much.

Otis keenly noticed that the guard's eyes had fallen on his fragile throat.

He wisely left and hid in the shade of a big tree at the corner of a distant street.

Sata in the body is also reminding him: "You can't go in, I feel the danger."

"Perhaps the prophecy of the God of Fortune will be fulfilled tonight."

Otis looked over the shade of the trees at the bright palace complex in the distance, and he sighed: "I think so too. A prophecy is like a curse, and it will come true one day."

"It doesn't matter the process, the result cannot be changed."

"It's a pity that a prosperous country is doomed to collapse and sink into the yellow sand together with the people it carries."

He paused, and suddenly asked: "Sata, what do you think people in later generations will say about Sipyrus and their king Tantalus?"

"Is it to boast about the prosperity that Sipyrus once had or the later cruelty of Tantalus?"

"Or being critical, a little bit of both?"

Sata thought for a while, and he told Otis: "I think it should be passed down like this in later generations."

"Tantalus was so wicked that he was cast into hell by the gods. There he was tormented and tormented."

"He stood in the middle of a pool of deep water, and the waves rolled under his chin. And yet he suffered a fiery thirst, and could not drink a drop of cold water, though it was at his mouth."

"He had only to bend down and try to drink from his mouth, and the water immediately flowed away from him, leaving him standing alone on a level ground, as if some demon had tricked him to drain the pool. "

"At the same time he was very hungry. Behind him was the shore of the lake, and on the bank grew a row of fruit trees, laden with fruit, whose branches, bent under the weight of the fruit, hung over his forehead."

"As long as he looks up, he can see the juicy pears on the tree, the bright red apples, the fiery red pomegranates, the fragrant figs and the green olives."

"These fruits seemed to greet him with a smile, but when he stood on tiptoe to pick them, there was a strong wind blowing the branches into the air."

"Besides enduring these tortures, the most terrible pain is the constant fear of death, because a big stone hangs from his head, which may fall at any moment and crush him to pieces."

"This story will warn people to be in awe of the gods. It is called "Tantalus' Affliction"..."

……

In the depths of the brightly lit palace complex.

Tantalus entertained the gods, and the gods attended his appointment.

The dinner where the gods gathered was so silent that only the wind outside was heard.

The most prominent Fan Wang personally presented the dishes to the gods present.

Up and down, respect and humility are clearly visible at this dinner party.Zeus, the king of gods, sat at the top, with his queen Hera on one side, and the ancient gods with their own power on the other side.As for the descendants of the ancient gods and the lesser gods, they are all below, the better ones have a place, and the worse ones can only stand.

The Queen of Heaven, Hera, glanced outside the palace, and her searching eyes fell on a sitting beautiful goddess.

The goddess is Clotho.

The corner of her eye glanced at the empty seat beside her without a trace, and then she spoke to break the silence at the dinner party: "It's my believer..."

(End of this chapter)