Chapter 437: The old driver had an accident?

Late at night, in the Spartan coach's tent.

Helen, Hecate, Diana and other decision makers learned the news of Hermes' return and came one after another.

Seeing with her own eyes that this speed god who was best at running was covered in wounds and looked half dead, Helen couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"How did you end up like this?"

"Don't mention it. I ran into three giants with a hundred arms. They were all lurking in the Temple of Destiny. If I hadn't been alert and slunk away quickly, I would have almost been unable to return."

Hermes drank the wine in the glass in big gulps, while complaining with a feeling of half relief and half fear.

Then, he looked at Lorne and Hecate, who didn't seem to show much surprise on their faces, and expressed doubt:

"By the way, did you two know that the Temple of Destiny was a trap? Did you deliberately team up to deceive me?"

Hecate crossed her arms and smiled innocently: "You wanted to go there on your own, what does it have to do with me?"

Loen rolled his eyes in annoyance and snorted, "Okay, stop complaining. There is no such thing as an absolutely safe choice. We just spent a lot of effort to pull out the nail that Zeus buried in Troy. The other one is still in the Mycenae camp. How about you take over the rest?"

When Hermes heard this, he was immediately speechless.

Compared with the three hundred-armed giants, he was more afraid of the Father God.

Seeing that Hermes's mood had calmed down, Lorne continued to ask:

"The three hundred-armed giants didn't follow us, did they?"

"Don't worry, I led them into the Chaos Sea and circled them several times. Only after I was sure that I had completely gotten rid of these three big guys did I dare to come to Troy to meet up with you."

Hermes answered confidently, raising the empty glass in his hand.

Loen, who was standing behind, smiled casually, held the wine jug and walked forward to refill his glass with wine, without any airs of a main god or the commander of the coalition forces.

Hermeston, who was being praised invisibly, felt relaxed physically and mentally. After drinking the wine in the glass, his brown eyes turned cunningly:

"But the beating I received was not in vain. After shaking them off, I sneaked back to the Temple of Destiny and went in to see what was going on."

"What did you find?"

Luo En perked up and asked immediately.

Hermes shook his head, looking solemn:

"The three goddesses of fate are all gone, and there seem to be signs of damage inside the temple!"

"really……"

Hecate murmured, then she and Lorne looked at each other and nodded, with a look of unanimous understanding in their eyes.

Looking at Hecate and Lorne who had a flat reaction, Hermes was surprised: "Wait, why aren't you two surprised at all? It's as if you know everything?"

"What's so surprising? There are only two possible outcomes," Hecate replied calmly.

Luo En added leisurely: "First, the situation is relatively optimistic. There was an unexpected problem with the operation mechanism of destiny, and the three goddesses of fate just fell into a deep sleep because of it. Second, the situation is very bad. Someone created this [accident] and also solved the three goddesses of fate. The gods of the Ares Mountain who sensed something was wrong knew that they were no match for them, so they immediately chose to avoid it and collectively retreated...

Judging from the current signs of the collapse of order in Greece, we are likely facing the second outcome."

Disasters occur frequently, order is in chaos...

The contract of destiny not only did not weaken but instead continuously strengthened the suppression of the power of the gods...

The closer we get to Olympus, the stronger the suppression becomes...

All these signs can only prove that the power of fate has been transferred to the God King of Olympus. And the three old drivers who originally maintained the "constant" have naturally overturned.

"The three goddesses of fate are finished? This, this is unlikely, right?" Hermes took a breath and was skeptical about Loen's terrifying inference.

Although he felt that there might be something wrong with the three goddesses of fate, the answer of capsizing directly made his back chilled just thinking about it.

"No, theoretically it is very possible..." Hecate at the side spoke slowly, looking at everyone with deep eyes, "If we use the divinity that originates from the three goddesses of fate to forge weapons, and attack them unexpectedly when approaching them, we may be able to destroy the coordination of their own powers and make them shut down. In addition to me, there is also a part of the original divinity fragments from Nyx in the hands of His Majesty the God King."

"Hiss~!" Hermes bared his teeth and said in a dry voice, "Disagree with the goddess Eris?"

Lorne nodded and used the previous example to support Hecate's inference: "In the war with the giants, Athena and I used the descendants of Typhon and the same divinity of Typhon to gradually destroy the consciousness of the demon ancestor. If Zeus learned this method, or simply forged Eris into a weapon to kill gods and attached some kind of curse, perhaps it would really cause the three goddesses of fate to collapse from within!"

"That's his daughter..." Hermes was about to open his mouth to refute, but he came back to his senses, smiled bitterly and stroked his forehead, "That's right, he has died many daughters and sons, this one won't make a difference."

At this time, Diana, who had heard bad news one after another, could no longer sit still:

"Once the three goddesses of fate collapse, doesn't it mean that Zeus has almost all the destiny and the whole of Greece is under his control? Then mother and the others will have nowhere to escape? Will they already..."

"No, no matter how strong the destiny is, as long as the world keeps moving, there will still be room for chance to exist."

Hecate shook her head and spoke in a gentle and soothing voice.

"Since they are prepared, they should not be completely defeated."

But Diana was still skeptical and asked anxiously:

"So where did they go?"

Hecate did not answer, but looked at her apprentice with a somewhat testing look.

Luo En understood what he meant and announced the answer leisurely:

"All things are born from [chaos], and order originates from [nothingness]. Although the world on earth is stable, there is still a restricted area in the deepest part of the underworld that is difficult for [Destiny] to reach..."

"The land of the abyss - Tartarus!"

Hermes, who was the first to react, shouted out, and suddenly realized:

That’s right, this damn place is connected to the [void], and the authority and power of the gods will be greatly weakened as a result.

But because of this, Tartarus Hell can not only serve as a prison to imprison ancient gods, but also become a shelter to isolate the interference of [Destiny]!

As everyone unraveled the truth, Loen looked at the gradually fading night outside the tent and spoke in a deep voice:

"It seems that I need to take a trip to the underworld."

The three goddesses of fate have fallen, and Zeus has taken over the destiny alone. It is still unknown how powerful this king of gods is.

But since the last Olympus Rebellion, the ten main gods together failed to defeat Zeus. At this moment, His Majesty the God King has experienced unprecedented strengthening. Loen does not think that he can defeat this God King of Destiny who has evolved to a complete form together with Hecate, Hermes and others.

Therefore, before the war officially begins, it is necessary to contact the secluded gods of Mount Ares and gather all the strength and chips, and perhaps only then can we compete with the current Zeus.

Hecate didn't know what she thought of when she heard this. She hesitated and frowned:

"But Hades..."

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

Loen gave Hecate a meaningful look, then walked out of the tent and looked towards a certain place in the military camp with a faint flickering gaze.

Before leaving, he had one more thing to do.

A moment later, a streak of light streaked through the thin mist of morning light and fell towards the Cilicia Marsh in the east.

At the same time, in the tent of the Mycenaean commander.

The graceful figure opened her purple eyes as if sensing something, raised her head to look up at the dimly lit sky, and her scarlet lips gradually curled up in a hint of joy.

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A few days later, in the Cilician Marshes, Asiatic Peninsula.

An uninvited guest, wearing a hood and with a strand of bright silver hair on both sides of his head, came here quietly.

This swamp located in the east is adjacent to the sea on one side and extends to the mainland on the other. It has a humid climate and many caves.

Because of the long-term fog, it is both peaceful and closed, and many monsters and nymphs live here.

Among these indigenous people, the most famous are undoubtedly the Demon Ancestor Typhon, the Snake Mother Echidna, and a group of Typhon's descendants.

That’s right, all those top gods and monsters familiar to the Greeks once lived here.

The unknown visitor walked in the fog, passing through wild grass and depressions, avoiding swamps and rivers, and after many twists and turns, he finally came to a stone wall with green plants hanging upside down.

Here we are, the Crypt of Arima!

Loen pulled down his hood and drew several Hermetic lines on the stone wall.

“Buzz!”

The air vibrated slightly, and ripples spread out on the stone wall like water waves, revealing a cave entrance hidden by magic. The dark depths led directly to the abyss of the earth.

And the fact is, it is indeed so.

This is a hidden passage from the mortal world into the underworld, and only a few people know this secret.

Well, the spell hasn't lost its effect and there are no extra traces on the ground. It seems that it is still safe here.

After a careful inspection, Loen bent down and walked into the cave, heading deep into the ground.

As he had been here several times, he was very familiar with the place and quickly passed through the intricate underground passages and walked out of the cave.

A gray world came into view, and the familiar smell of death made Loen even feel a little nostalgic.

Unfortunately, there are a few more familiar dog barks missing.

Loen glanced at the empty dog hole next to him, shook his head, followed the sound to the River Styx, and threw a gold coin into the rushing river.

Soon, Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, came out of the thick fog in a small boat, holding a long pole.

"You?"

When Charon saw the familiar face on the shore, he rubbed his hands excitedly and couldn't help but show his full enthusiasm for service.

"Come on, please~!"

As a frequent visitor, Loen also skillfully took out a bag of gold coins and said directly:

"Take me to Tartarus."

Charon was stunned when he heard this. He rubbed his hands and did not go up to take the bag of gold coins. He smiled awkwardly:

"I'm afraid that won't work. Tartarus is under martial law. No one is allowed to enter without the order of Lord Pluto."

“I see…”

Loen nodded thoughtfully and threw the gold coin over with an unchanged smile.

"Then take me to Pluto's palace and I will talk to him in person."

Charon looked at the bag of gold coins in his hand and seemed a little hesitant, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of money and gave in.

"Please take a seat, we'll be there soon!"

As the customer sits firmly, the long pole is put into the water and paddled, and the wobbly boat cuts through the thick fog on the river like an arrow shot from a bow, heading towards the majestic and solemn palace of Pluto deep in the underworld.

A quarter of an hour later, the familiar outline of the building came into Lorne's sight, and the destination was within reach.

Charon pushed the ferry to the shore with a long pole, hesitated for a moment, and could not help but whispered a reminder to Lorne who was going ashore:

"You'd better be careful. Pluto has been in a bad mood in recent years."

"Yes, I understand."

Lorne smiled and nodded, thanked Charon for his kindness, and walked into the dark palace.

In the empty hall, a slender figure stood with his hands behind his back, staring at a dead potted plant on the desk, seemingly in a trance.

It was not until Luo En took seven or eight steps forward that the figure behind the desk came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream, and looked at his adopted son in surprise:

"You're back?"

"Yeah, I'm back." Luo En nodded and asked hesitantly, "I heard from outsiders that you've been in a bad mood recently?"

"I was a little bit upset at first, but now that I see you back, I'm in a very good mood!" Hades laughed and walked out from behind the desk. He raised his hand and patted his godson on the shoulder. He said enthusiastically, "Come on, I finally get to meet you. Come have a couple of drinks with me first!"

"But……"

"But what but? Drink with me first, and we can talk after we're done drinking!"

Hades interrupted Lorne's speech without saying a word, pulled him to the dining table in the inner hall, pressed him firmly on the chair, then took out a jar of long-treasured fairy honey wine from the magic circle, opened the seal himself, and poured wine for this godson who he had reunited with after a long separation.

Such courtesy made Loen feel flattered, and he quickly invited Hades to join him.

After three glasses of wine, Lorne finally found a chance to explain his intentions to Hades:

"I want to go to Tartarus. Please give me your permission."

"You're here to look for Athena and the others, right? After you finish this cup, I'll personally escort you in."

Hades spoke bluntly and raised the wine glass in his hand.

Luo En had no choice but to raise his hand and clink glasses to let his godfather enjoy himself.

As the sweet wine went down his throat, a faint sigh came to Luo En's ears:

"This cup is an apology."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Loen was stunned and a little surprised.

"puff!"

A sharp light suddenly burst out from Hades' palm and pierced into Lorne's chest at lightning speed.

Sensing the cold death intent erupting in his body and heading straight for his divine core, Loen's face changed drastically and he struggled to break free.

However, the chair beneath him immediately transformed into several entangled poisonous snakes, tightly binding his limbs and torso.

At the same time, Hades swung the dagger in his hand, and lowered his head in shame in the face of his godson's incredulous gaze:

"I'm apologizing because I'm about to do something wrong. I hope you won't blame me..."

As the murmur became increasingly quiet, Lorne's struggles ceased and he fell heavily onto the table.

Hades let go of the dagger with a complicated look on his face, and then roared towards the darkness deeper into the temple like an angry lion:

"I have done what you asked me to do. Where are my wife and daughter?"

"Don't worry, they are in a safe place."

With a gentle and charming laugh, Pandora, with black hair and purple eyes, walked out from the darkness, swaying her waist like a water snake.

Looking at the messenger in front of him, Hades' face was gloomy:

"When I do this, you will release my wife and daughter. You promised!"

"Don't be impatient. Once Your Majesty clears the last obstacle on the ground, you will naturally meet the person you want to see."

Pandora smiled and comforted the furious Hades. She raised her hand to gather the fluorescent light, and the phantom of the Trojan battlefield was grasped by her crystal clear five fingers.

To create a perfect divine work, we only have this last step left!

(End of this chapter)