Greece Brings Evildoers - Chapter 216

Chapter 216 Brother, we are here to get you

Five days passed, the God of Sleep and the Three Furies, who had searched to no avail, had no choice but to return to Tartarus Hell to suppress the restless souls of sinners, as well as the noisy gods, monsters and Titans.

The three dream gods who stayed behind also withdrew to their dreamland one after another, leaving only a few dream gods to serve as sentries.

 Apparently, they have given up the pursuit of the three fugitives.

However, to be on the safe side, Lorne stayed for two more days, and after confirming that this was not a trap, he formally bid farewell to King Minos that night.

Farewell was imminent, and the Minotaur took the last member of the team out of the court prison and brought him to the two men.

Looking at Sisyphus who was still sleeping soundly on the ground, Lorne couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

“It’s been seven days and he’s still not awake?”

 “Wake up, wake up, more than a dozen times.”

 “Then what…”

“Wake up. When he wakes up, you have to knock him unconscious. Don’t let him… know… too much…” Minotaur stuttered in reply, and pointed his finger at King Minos aside, “Father , said…”

 Lorne nodded, naturally understanding what King Minos meant.

To be on the safe side, Sisyphus, an old liar, cannot be aware of their relationship.

only…

Lorne glanced at the Minotaur’s arm, which was thicker than Sisyphus’s neck, and Sisyphus’ obviously fatter head, and couldn’t help but feel guilty for a few seconds of silence.

Every time I wake up, I have to face a fist as big as a casserole and be physically hypnotized by the upright Minotaur…

Lorne can probably imagine what kind of hard life this unlucky child must have lived in the temporary prison.

After a few brief greetings, Lorne picked up the still unconscious Sisyphus, covered himself up, and quietly slipped out of the back door of the trial court.

I have to say that with the withdrawal of the God of Sleep, the Three Goddess of Vengeance, and the three Dream Gods, the so-called defense line was in vain in Lorn’s eyes.

And this was indeed the case. In just a few hours, he and Thetis quietly bypassed the patrolling guards, passed through the three-way intersection of the Garden of Truth, and headed towards the Elysée Garden.

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Under the guidance of the map given by King Minos, Lorne and his party successfully arrived at the outskirts of their destination.

Looking around, on an infinite wilderness filled with gray death mist, tens of thousands of resentful or unwilling undead souls were wandering and scratching in front of a golden barrier constructed of densely packed sacred texts, unwilling to retreat.

This wall is called the “Wall of Sighs” and is the last barrier separating the “Elysée Garden” from the Garden of Truth.

 After crossing the threshold, even the smallest undead can get the life they dream of.

But most of the time they can only look back and sigh, and when this obsession completely dissipates, the ghosts will decompose into floating will-o’-wisps, and eventually turn into pure death.

 After a long period of accumulation, thousands of unconscious phosphorus fires have already floated on the endless wilderness.

 “Buzz!”

The [Flame] representing purification appeared behind Lorn, and then he raised his hand to outline a series of runes. The surrounding ghosts, whether they were grievances and persistent ghosts, or unconsciously floating will-o’-the-wisps, all hurriedly fled away like mice seeing a cat, leaving behind The direct path to the Wall of Sighs.

Immediately afterwards, the two stepped forward and walked under the light barrier. Lorne recalled the spell taught by King Minos and sketched the runes in the air.

As the last stroke was completed, the brick-shaped sacred structure automatically retreated to both sides, like peeling an onion, opening up the Elysée Garden in the core area layer by layer.

finally reached!

Thetis breathed a sigh of relief, followed Lorne as the backbone, and moved forward uneasily.

After breaking through a layer of blockage that was like a water film, her five senses suppressed by the death energy of the underworld instantly became clearer several times. The fragrance of the earth, the warmth of the sun, and the chirping of insects and birds were all clearly captured, giving her a strong sense of freshness. Filling the heart, cleansing the body and soul.

At the same time, Sisyphus, who was being carried by Lorne on his shoulders, suddenly opened his eyes. His previous half-dead appearance was gone. Like a rat on stimulants, he instantly jumped out of Lorne’s shoulders and rushed towards the front maniacally. River, drink freely.

The gurgling water filled with ether factors twists and turns around. Take a handful and taste it, it is clear and sweet.

 After drinking a lot, Sisyphus rubbed his neck where the soreness gradually disappeared, and turned back excitedly.

“Brother, come on, this is the water of life I read in the book. It is of great benefit to nourishing divinity and soul.”

 Lorne did not answer and looked around carefully.

 In addition to the abundant ether contained in the water source, the air is filled with magic that is so rich that it atomizes, and the plants on the land are even more dense.

On both sides of the road and in the woods, you can see fruit-laden shrubs and heavy grains everywhere, and the sound of birds and insects can be heard from time to time. The flowers and plants growing freely are fragrant, and bees and butterflies dance among them.

Compared with the land of Greece, which has experienced several human extinctions, this place is like a grand garden with extremely rich products, and God-given food is everywhere.

Such pure ether fills every space. Residents can take a sip of air, drink a sip of water, and eat some fruits and grains. These can be directly digested and absorbed by humans, gods, and even incarnated spirits to maintain daily needs and even Use it to improve yourself.

In addition, there are no invasions of cold or heat, no raging natural disasters, no conflicts of war, and being far away from the troubles of the world. The faces of each resident are filled with a look of peace and contentment, and they call it “Blissful Land”. It is indeed not an exaggeration.

Lorn and Thetis glanced at it and couldn’t help but see that the soul was no different from a living person.

 Their skin is full of healthy luster, and each of them maintains the most perfect physiological state.

 Obviously the rich magic power of [Elysée Garden] has given them a brand new body. However, the residents of the Elysée Garden in front of them were walking around aimlessly, or stopping to take a nap. None of them showed vigilance and surprise towards the arrival of outsiders like them, the kind of welcome that was displayed on their faces. His smile was clearly twitching his muscles, but it seemed like the expression on a puppet’s face remained unchanged.

 Looking at it for a long time makes people feel hairy.

Moreover, if you carefully observe the eyes of the residents, you can clearly see that they have lost focus, which makes the three of them look more like they are indulging in a sweet dream.

  Something’s not quite right…

Lorne looked down at the grass-green ground. With his eyes blessed by divine power, he penetrated the soil and saw hundreds of spiritual veins like surging rivers, converging from the infinite wilderness outside the Wall of Sighs, nourishing them. Hold this small piece of pure land.

 Death is not the end, chaos and nothingness are the origin…

I see!

Not all souls can maintain themselves after death. After death, a large part of those weak-willed lives are reduced to pure ether, filling the hole called the [Abyss] under Hades, or becoming To nourish the Elysee Garden with nutrients and bring happiness to this paradise.

 No wonder the gods love to provoke wars. It turns out that it is not just to compete for faith and declare authority.

More importantly, they can continue to create death, harvest the spiritual life on earth as crops one after another, recycle the ether absorbed by all things from the world, suppress the numbers of each population, and maintain the glory of the gods that will never dim.

 In a sense, the gods may be the source of unrest and inequality in this world.

“found it.”

While Lorne was thinking secretly, Thetis, who was searching in the paradise, pointed to the figure standing in the shade not far ahead.

 —Tall and straight figure, with beautiful and delicate facial features like a flower, plus a Cyprus-style costume.

This resident of the Elysée Garden is undoubtedly the soul of Adonis.

 It’s just that like everyone else, he is also confused, like a puppet who has lost his mind.

 “Hey, don’t sleep, wake up!”

Seeing this, Lorne stepped forward and shook Adonis by his collar. Seeing that the other party did not respond, the roulette wheel behind him pointed at the [Flame] containing the power of purification, and he raised his hand to face the handsome boy. Slap him hard several times.

That clear and loud voice somewhat means avenging public and private revenge.

 Well, he admits that he hates handsome guys, especially those who are handsomer than him.

 “Pah, pah, pah, pah!”

Accompanied by a burst of pain in his skin and a burning sensation in his soul, the dazed Adonis suddenly opened his eyes, covering his red and swollen cheeks, and looked at the stranger who was violently assaulting him in shock and fear.

 “You, you…”

 “Just wake up, don’t be afraid…”

Lorne patted the other person’s shoulder, squeezed a gentle smile from his face, and comforted him softly.

“We were entrusted by the goddess Aphrodite to come to Hades to fish for you.”

 “Lady Aphrodite?”

Hearing this, Adonis’s eyes suddenly lit up, filled with excitement and hope.

 “She is still thinking about me?”

 “Yes, there is no doubt about her love for you.”

Lorne nodded, not minding a few nice words for his employer, and then after briefly appeasing Adonis’s mood, he raised his hand and pointed to the Wall of Sighs in front of him.

 “Time is running out, if there’s nothing else, let’s leave now.”

For some reason, he always felt that the atmosphere in this [Elysée Garden] was a bit strange, and his intuition told him not to stay too long.

“well!”

Adonis couldn’t help but agree, and quickly followed the trio, preparing to leave.

However, just as Lorne entered the secret text to open the ban and led the three people out, Adonis, who was at the end of the team, had just stepped across the light-like passage, and a dark symbol with a flowing halo appeared in Adonis. An anxious mark appeared on Nice’s forehead.

“ah!!”

The pain that stirred in his mind like a red-hot iron rod made Adonis feel like he was struck by thunder. His eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out on his forehead, and he let out continuous screams.

At the same time, in the palace deep in the underworld, a pair of dark eyes slowly opened, revealing a gloomy cold light.

 A rat broke into his garden and tried to take away his collection.

“It seems like the house should be cleaned…”

Amidst the murmurs, a slender figure stood up from the throne, drew out the long sword on the stand with his slender fingers, and passed through the empty and silent hall like the wind.

 (End of this chapter)