Chapter 216 Brother, We Are Here to Save You
After five days, Sleep and the Three Furies, who had searched in vain, had no choice but to return to Tartarus to suppress the restless souls of sinners, as well as the noisy gods, monsters and Titans.
The three remaining dream gods also withdrew to the dreamland one after another, leaving only a few dream-talking gods to serve as sentinels.
Apparently, they had given up the hunt for the three fugitives.
However, to be on the safe side, Loen stayed for two more days. After confirming that this was not a trap, he formally bid farewell to King Minos that night.
Before they parted, the Minotaur brought the last member of the team out of the court prison and presented him to the two men.
Looking at Sisyphus who was still sleeping soundly on the ground, Loen couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"It's been seven days, and he still hasn't woken up?"
"Wake up, wake up, more than ten times."
"Then how..."
"When he wakes up, we have to knock him unconscious. We can't let him...know...too much..." The Minotaur answered stutteringly, and pointed to King Minos beside him, "Father, what he said..."
Loen nodded, naturally understanding King Minos's intention.
For safety reasons, they must not let the old liar Sisyphus notice their relationship.
only……
Loen looked at the Minotaur's arm, which was thicker than Sisyphus' neck, and Sisyphus' head, which was obviously fatter, and could not help but mourn in silence for a few seconds out of guilt.
Every time I woke up, I had to face a fist as big as a casserole, and was physically hypnotized by someone, and the person was the upright Minoan Taurus...
Loen could probably imagine what kind of miserable life this unfortunate child had in the makeshift prison.
After a few brief greetings, Lorne picked up the still unconscious Sisyphus, hid his figure, and quietly slipped out of the back door of the courtroom.
It has to be said that after the withdrawal of the God of Sleep, the Three Goddesses of Vengeance, and the three Dream Gods, the so-called line of defense was useless in Loen's eyes.
And indeed it was. It only took him a few hours to quietly bypass the patrolling guards and pass through the three-way intersection of the Garden of Truth, heading towards the Garden of Elysae.
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Guided by the map given by King Minos, Loen and his party successfully arrived at the outskirts of their destination.
Looking around, on an endless wilderness filled with gray death fog, tens of thousands of undead souls, some resentful, some unwilling, were wandering and scratching in front of a golden barrier made of densely packed divine symbols, and were reluctant to retreat.
This wall is called the Wall of Sighs and is the last barrier separating the Garden of Elysee from the Garden of Truth.
Once you cross it, even the smallest soul can get the life you have always dreamed of.
But more often than not they can only watch and sigh, and when this obsession completely dissipates, the ghosts will decompose into floating will-o'-the-wisp and eventually turn into pure death.
After a long period of accumulation, thousands of unconscious phosphorescent flames have already floated above the endless wilderness.
“Buzz!”
The [Flame] representing purification emerged behind Loen, and he raised his hand to draw a series of runes. All the ghosts who were obsessed with wronged things and the will-o'-the-wisp fires that were drifting unconsciously all fled and scattered in panic like mice seeing a cat, leaving behind a path that led directly to the Wall of Sighs.
Then, the two of them walked forward to the light barrier. Loen recalled the technique taught by King Minos and drew runes in the air.
As the final stroke was completed, the brick-shaped sacred structure automatically retreated to both sides, like peeling an onion, revealing the Elysee Garden in its core layer by layer.
It’s finally here!
Thetis heaved a sigh of relief and followed Lorne, who was the backbone, forward nervously.
After breaking through a layer of water-like obstruction, her five senses that had been suppressed by the deathly aura of the underworld suddenly became several times clearer. The fragrance of the earth, the warmth of the sun, the chirping of insects and birds were all clearly captured. An intense sense of freshness filled her heart, cleansing her body and soul.
At the same time, Sisyphus, who was carried on Lorne's shoulders, suddenly opened his eyes. His previous half-dead appearance disappeared. Like a mouse that had taken stimulants, he jumped out from Lorne's shoulder in an instant, rushed madly towards the river in front of him, and drank it in big gulps.
The gurgling water filled with ether factors meanders around. Take a handful and taste it; it is clear and sweet.
After drinking his fill, Sisyphus rubbed his neck, the soreness of which was gradually disappearing, and looked back excitedly.
"Come on, bro. This is the water of life I read about in a book. It is extremely beneficial for nourishing the divinity and the soul."
Lorne didn't answer but 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 is like a mist, and the plants on the land are extremely lush.
Fruit-laden shrubs and heavy grains can be seen everywhere along the roadsides and in the woods, and the sounds of birds and insects can be heard from time to time. The flowers and plants that grow wantonly 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 resources, and food given by God is everywhere.
Such pure ether fills every space. When the residents breathe in a breath of air, drink a sip of water, 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 be used to improve themselves.
In addition, there is no invasion of cold or heat, no ravages of natural disasters, no strife of war, and it is far away from the troubles of the world. The faces of the residents are filled with peace and satisfaction. It is indeed not an exaggeration to call it the "Land of Bliss".
Loen and Thetis took a quick glance and could not help but see that those souls were no different from living people.
Their skin is full of healthy radiance and each of them maintains the most perfect physiological condition.
Obviously, the rich magic of [Elysee Garden] has given them a brand new body.
However, the residents of Elysee Park in front of them were walking around aimlessly or stopping to rest. None of them showed any vigilance or surprise at the arrival of outsiders. The welcoming smiles on their faces, although clearly moving their muscles, seemed like the painted expressions on a puppet's face, unchanged.
Looking at it for a long time makes people feel creepy.
Moreover, if you look closely at the eyes of the residents, you can clearly see that they have lost focus, which makes the three of them look like they are indulging in a beautiful dream.
Something is not right…
Loen lowered his head and looked down at the green ground. His eyes, blessed by divine power, pierced through the soil and he saw hundreds of spiritual veins like surging rivers flowing from the infinite fields outside the Wall of Sighs, nourishing this small piece of pure land.
Death is not the end, chaos and nothingness are the beginning...
I see!
Not all souls can maintain themselves after death. After withering, a large part of those weak-willed lives will turn into pure ether and fill the void called the "Abyss" under the underworld, or become nutrients to nourish the Garden of Elysium, bringing bliss to this paradise.
No wonder the gods love to start wars. It turns out that it is not just to fight for faith and assert authority.
More importantly, they can continuously create death, harvesting spiritual life on earth like crops, recycling the ether absorbed by all things from the world, suppressing the number of each population, and maintaining the ever-lasting glory of the gods.
In a sense, the gods may be the root cause of unrest and inequality in this world.
“Found it.”
Just as Loen was thinking to himself, Thetis, who was searching in the paradise, pointed to the figure standing in the shade not far ahead.
——An upright figure, beautiful and delicate facial features like flowers, and a gorgeous dress in the style of Cyprus.
This resident of the Elysee Garden is actually the soul of Adonis.
Just like everyone else, he was in a daze, like a mindless puppet.
"Hey, stop sleeping, wake up!"
Seeing this, Loen walked forward, grabbed Adonis' collar and shook him. Seeing that the other party did not react, the roulette wheel behind him pointed to the [Flame] containing the power of purification, and raised his hand to slap the handsome guy's face several times.
That clear and loud voice had a bit of a personal revenge tone.
Okay, he admitted that he hated handsome guys, especially those who were more handsome than him.
“Pah pah pah pah!”
Accompanied by a pain in the flesh and a burning sensation in the soul, the dazed Adonis suddenly opened his eyes, covered his swollen cheeks, and looked at the stranger who was assaulting him in astonishment and fear.
“You, you guys…”
"It's good that you woke up, don't be afraid..."
Lorne patted the other person's shoulder, forced a gentle smile on his face, and comforted him softly.
"We were sent by the goddess Aphrodite to come to the underworld to retrieve you."
"Lady Aphrodite?"
Hearing this, Adonis' eyes suddenly lit up, with excitement and hope in his eyes.
"She still misses me?"
"Yes, her love for you is unquestionable."
Lorne nodded, not minding saying a few good words for his employer. After briefly calming Adonis down, 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 go now."
For some reason, he always felt that the atmosphere of this [Elysee Garden] was a little weird, and his intuition told him not to stay too long.
"well!"
Adonis couldn't help but agree and quickly followed the trio, ready to leave.
However, just as Loen input the secret text to open the ban and led the three people out in a line, Adonis, who was at the end of the team, just stepped over the light-like passage, and a dark symbol with a flowing halo appeared on Adonis' forehead, leaving a burning mark.
"ah!!!"
The pain was like a red-hot iron rod piercing his brain, making Adonis feel as if he was struck by lightning. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and he let out screams.
At the same time, in a palace deep in the underworld, a pair of eyes as black as ink slowly opened, revealing a gloomy and cold light.
Rats had broken into his garden and tried to carry off his collection.
"It seems that the house should be cleaned up..."
Amid the murmuring whispers, a slender figure stood up from the throne, drew the long sword from the stand with his slender five fingers, and passed through the empty and silent hall like the wind.
(End of this chapter)
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