Chapter 143 I will start the Doomsday Judgment Mode
Mount Ares, Hestia's new home.
After the boring table greetings, Lorne carried a pot of newly brewed wine, went up to the balcony, sat at the small table, and overlooked the surrounding courtyards.
Familiar faces were busy firing pottery, smelting metals, preparing potions, or buying furniture for their new mansion...
They were the remnants of Crete, the fire that King Minos entrusted to his two daughters.
Compared to those who fled one after another, the last group who stayed to the end were far superior to the former in terms of mental fortitude and loyalty to civilization.
Therefore, even though they witnessed the destruction of their homeland and arrived in a new environment, they did not waste too much energy on meaningless grief. Instead, they tried hard to play their new roles and get back to work as soon as possible.
Busy work can make people forget to think and the passage of time, and is often the best healing remedy for the soul.
Looking at the excellent performance of these people, Lorne, the former secretary of Crete, nodded secretly, and a stone in his heart fell. He raised the full wine glass to the south, and then gently poured it on the ground as a tribute.
At least judging from the current results, the sacrifice of King Minos and those elite warriors was worth it.
Not only did they defend their own civilization to the death, but they also dragged their old enemies, the Atlanteans, who had been entangled with them for a hundred years, into the underworld.
By putting themselves in the game, they can win half a step over others, and they did it.
This battle was a glorious defeat!
In addition, their sacrifices have also brought even more brilliant achievements.
——Preserved more than 70% of the population of Crete and almost all the essence of Minoan civilization!
The eyes of the gods always focus on the shining individuals and ignore the lives as humble as ants.
It was precisely because of the arrogance of the gods that Lorne and King Minos successfully sent away most of the Minoans through six days and six nights of extreme transportation, allowing them to disperse throughout Greece and continue to expand.
Of course, such a huge plan would definitely not be flawless.
As long as you investigate carefully, you will eventually find some clues.
But here, we have to talk about the benefits of the eruption of Santorini volcano at the end of the plan.
——The overwhelming volcanic ash and huge waves tore Crete upside down twice.
Even the stone buildings were unrecognizable, not to mention ordinary living people.
So, after all this, no one knows how many people on the island of Crete died in that catastrophe.
In this way, the Minoans who had fled earlier were completely safe.
It was for this reason that he and Athena did not collect the remains of King Minos and those warriors, but left them to rot in the ruins on the seabed.
Of course, exchanging death for new life and the continuation of civilization is also their long-cherished wish.
With a trace of respect and guilt, Loen poured the second glass of wine on the ground, then raised his left hand and looked at the bronze emblem that was turning flexibly between his fingers, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips.
However, he didn't do nothing.
——Before the battle, he gave all the chips he had accumulated from the [Daily Book] and [Weekly Book] to King Minos and those warriors in the name of [Amulets].
Although there are only a hundred or so pieces and it is impossible to benefit everyone, it is also his intention.
Legend has it that in ancient Greek mythology, on the dark River Styx, the boatman Charon was responsible for transporting the souls of the dead, and only by bribing him could he be allowed to ferry the souls safely.
Therefore, when the ancient Greeks held funerals, they would often cover the eyes of the deceased with two coins for their deceased relatives to use in the underworld.
In addition, legend has it that the boatman Charon, the god of death, and the god of sleep are all sons of the goddess Nyx.
In one version, Hecate is also the daughter of Nyx.
It was based on this possible relationship that Loen bet almost all of the remaining chips he earned from the dice, hoping that the badges could help King Minos and his warriors bribe the boatman of the Styx.
And now it seems that his investment was not in vain.
Loen picked up the third glass of wine on the table, drank it all, and toasted himself.
Then, he turned around and looked across at the opposite side - a misty and illusory figure that appeared on the chair at some point in time spoke playfully.
"So, what should I call you? Persephone? Hecate? Or... Nyx, the goddess of the night?"
"What?"
After nearly a year, the goddess reappeared, blinked, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, showing an approving look.
"You brewed it? It tastes good."
Loen watched Hecate's performance quietly without saying anything, sneering in his heart.
Still pretending!
To openly snatch dying souls from the River Styx and disrupt the order of the underworld requires more than just the identity of the Godmother of the Underworld.
Unless, the entire underworld is under her control.
According to later studies on the prayers and images of the two, the three-phase Hecate and the three-phase Nyx are likely to have the same origin.
Only the goddess who represents the original dark side of the world is qualified to make Zeus so fearful, and to make the three brothers Charon, the boatman, Thanatos, the god of death, and Hypnos, the god of sleep, obey her and dominate Hades, the god of the underworld.
Under the cold gaze, Hecate finally gave in and responded with a faint smile, but she still looked unfathomable.
"A name is just a code name after all, call it what you want."
Lorne nodded, seeming to understand.
"Okay, Blackie!"
“…”
Hecate's face froze, her smile solidified, her misty body shook violently, and a faint sound of grinding teeth could be heard from her tightly closed cherry lips.
Seeing that the other party was about to explode, Loen quickly put on a smile and changed the subject.
"Haha, just kidding. How come the goddess has time to come to my place as a guest? It must be difficult to enter and exit the underworld, right?"
"You're the one who stuffed so many undead souls into my hands all at once?"
Hecate snorted coldly, her eyes as deep as the night showed obvious displeasure, and she looked like she was going to call someone to account.
Lorne smiled slightly and didn't take it seriously.
"Why, are you not satisfied with this gift?"
"Gift?"
Hecate raised her eyebrows and looked at the eloquent figure in front of her. She couldn't help but become interested. She tilted her ear slightly to listen, ready to give the other party a chance to explain.
"It's not so easy to change your destiny. The more fulcrums and helpers the better. Don't you think they are suitable?"
Lorne spoke in a low voice with a bewitching smile on his face.
"In the little garden of the Gods, in the world of destiny, the most precious thing is the soul that dares to break through all fate. Coincidentally, they are all..."
Hecate looked calm and asked calmly, "Although what you said seems interesting, what do I want them to do?"
Lorne smiled and said, "Of course, to assist Hades and manage the underworld. Just like the three brothers Charon, Thanatos, and Hypnos."
Hecate naturally heard the hidden meaning, raised her eyebrows, and began to show some interest.
"Managing the underworld? Tell me about it..."
"The number of lives on earth is increasing, and their birth, aging, illness and death are becoming more frequent. It would be too much work for His Majesty the King of Hell to do all this alone. It would be better to set up a judge in the underworld to decide the destination and fate of souls based on good and evil deeds."
“That makes sense.”
Hecate nodded, seeming a little moved.
Lorne struck while the iron was hot and continued speaking.
"Then I recommend King Minos to you. He was famous for setting laws and being fair and just during his lifetime. He is very suitable for the position of judge. His soldiers are brave and hardworking. They can also serve as underworld soldiers to help His Majesty the King of Hell share his worries."
"The only justice?"
"Of course not. A triangle is the only stable one. I suggest a balance of power. We should select three judges, one to judge speech, one to judge behavior, and the last to judge souls. They can vote to jointly decide where the souls belong."
“It’s a pretty good idea…”
After listening to it, Hecate just gave a neutral comment.
"Also, I heard that the gods like to swear in front of the Styx, and they also like to break oaths the most..." Loen mentioned it casually, then shook his head and sighed, as if he was worried about these blood relatives. "No matter how long life is, it will eventually come to an end. No matter how prosperous the order is, it may not last forever. What if one day they fall into the underworld and face judgment? Wouldn't that be terrible?"
Instantly, Hecate's deep eyes lit up with intense interest.
Judgment of the Gods? Interesting.
Soon, a happy smile appeared on the goddess' face and she nodded happily.
"I will advise His Majesty the King of Hell to seriously consider this proposal."
“Then it will be a blessing for the whole world.”
Lorne bowed slightly in salute, and looked at Hecate with the same meaningful smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)
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