Chapter 359 Luo En is the one who can be my father!
Lord Bacchus?
When Hercules learned the true identity of the person in front of him, a sense of intimacy arose in his heart. He immediately let down his guard and walked forward to ask respectfully.
"What brings you here?"
"Of course it's for him..."
Loen turned his head to look at Admetus, King of Thessaly lying in the coffin and sighed softly.
"After all, we have known each other for a while, so I should come here."
"So, you specifically brought his soul back from Hades?"
Hercules looked at Ron in front of him and couldn't help but stand in awe.
In a sense, gods and humans are no longer the same species. The gods' self-proclaimed mercy is mostly just charity from a high position. There are very few gods who can understand people's hearts and cherish their emotions.
Thinking of this, the sturdy man looked at the messy cemetery and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, please forgive my recklessness."
"It's okay. I understand."
Lorne waved his hand, chuckled and looked at Hercules.
"For the sake of your friend, you dare to challenge the order of the entire underworld. You are very brave. In view of your hard work, this thing is given to you."
As he spoke, he spread out his palm, and a golden-red ball of light with a human outline flew out of it and fell into Hercules' hand.
Seeing his friend's soul easily in his hands, Hercules could hardly believe his eyes.
However, just as he was eager to let Admetus' soul return and wake him up, he heard a faint murmur in his ears.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Although I give you the choice, I hope you will consider some things before doing so."
"What?"
Hercules stopped what he was doing and turned back to ask.
He still had great respect for this God of Bacchus who was like a teacher and a friend to him.
Loen pointed to Mount Olympus, which was faintly visible among the stars, and reminded in a deep voice.
"If you return to Thessaly secretly, you can still find a way to get away with it. But if you disobey the oracle and let Admetus come back to life, it will not be so easy to fool people."
Seeing Hercules' body visibly stiffen, Loen immediately added.
"If you just want to be friends, then it's best to stop here. You can save him from the hands of death once, save him twice, but given the current situation in Thessaly, he is destined to die for his country and people in this war with the giants. How can you stop him then?"
“…”
Hercules bit his lip and fell into a long silence.
Yes, Thessaly has lost the favor of the gods, and Admetus's secret participation in the Conference on Mount Areopagus also meant betrayal in the eyes of his father Zeus.
He had fought against giants before and knew that these monsters were not something that ordinary humans could fight against.
So, the destruction of Thessaly and the death of Admetus were inevitable.
"All mortals will eventually die. As the son of Zeus, you are the most promising hero of divine blood, possessing almost infinite life. Are you sure you want to risk everything for them?"
A question that went straight to the heart came from the mouth of the god of wine. Heralax looked at the soul of Admetus in his palm. The laughter and exhortations at the banquet were still ringing in his ears.
"Go back, this is not the place for you."
The tall figure turned his head and looked at Thessaly in the night. The lights in the city were sporadic, and the cries of mourning for the passing of relatives echoed in the wind.
Looking at the flickering soul fire in his palm and the lights in the city gradually being swallowed by darkness, he found the answer in an instant.
"This is where I should be! This is what I should do! Mortals worship us and provide for us, not because of my blood, but because I can bring them hope! If I could have prevented the tragedy from happening, but I turned a blind eye, then what qualifications do I have to consider myself a hero?"
As he spoke, he pressed the ball of soul light in his palm into his friend's chest without hesitation.
After a flash of light, although Admetus in the coffin did not wake up, he gradually began to breathe and his face began to turn red.
The Queen of Thessaly rushed out from the protective barrier and threw herself on her husband. Listening to the sound of his heart beating again in his chest, she couldn't help but cry for joy. After thanking the two people present profusely, she hurriedly carried her husband back to the palace for further treatment and care.
After watching Queen Thessaly enter the city safely, Lorne turned to look at Hercules, who looked relaxed and happy, and raised his eyebrows to ask.
"Aren't you afraid of the punishment from His Majesty? Be careful or you might even lose your identity as the son of Zeus."
"My identity has never been determined by my bloodline, but by my actions. Without the title of son of Zeus and the favor of the gods, am I no longer Hercules?"
The sturdy man laughed and asked back, looking seriously at the god in front of him who had enlightened him in this way.
Loen showed a knowing smile on his face and took the initiative to reach out his hand.
"Well, on behalf of the God of War Mountain, congratulations on your return to the human world, the hero of mankind."
Hercules readily high-fived the god of wine, reaching a tacit alliance, and then went straight to the point.
"I will stay in Thessaly and fight with Admetus until the last moment! But if we rely on ourselves, it is only a matter of time before Thessaly falls, so we need reinforcements! Lots of reinforcements!"
"Don't worry, I have already issued a conscription order to all the city-states in Greece. A large number of God Blood heroes are on their way. In two or three days, they will gather in Thessaly! There will be more of them than last time!"
However, after hearing Loen's answer, the great hero shook his head and seemed dissatisfied.
"Not only that, I also need at least one main god to take charge!"
Then, Hercules paused and added with a dry cough.
"It would be best if the connection with the War God Mountain is not so deep..."
Loen immediately understood that although Hercules was determined to stand on the side of mankind and garrison the city of Thessaly even if it meant going against Zeus' oracle, he was not completely disappointed with the Father God, so he still wanted to leave a way out for himself and Thessaly.
In other words, it would be best if the main god who took over Thessaly was not him and Athena, the rebel leaders.
Tsk tsk, this unfortunate child was not beaten lightly by Zeus.
"If he can't do it, what about me?"
A ray of starlight fell on the barren mountain, and a white-armed goddess wearing a golden hair crown walked out from it, with a graceful and elegant temperament.
"H-Lord Hera?"
Seeing the face that was exactly the same as the one in the statue in the temple, Hercules trembled and bowed his head.
Hera nodded and looked seriously at this illegitimate son who had almost died in her hands but now had a new life because of her.
"Do you remember the meaning of your name?"
Hercules answered without hesitation: "Of course!"
"Very good!" Hera nodded with satisfaction and said solemnly, "Then protect Thessaly for me and fight for the chance for the people here to survive. This is the trial I bestow upon you, and the glory I bestow upon you!"
"I will obey your oracle, Queen of Heaven!"
"Your name and your destiny are all because of me. There is no need to be so distant between us."
"Okay, Mother Goddess."
Hercules beat his chest with his right fist, knelt on the ground with his knees bent, and looked respectful and pious.
Hercules - the one given glory by Hera, this is his name and also his destiny.
Seeing that she had convinced the son of prophecy and successfully recruited him, Hera looked at her lover who had pulled her over to the rescue and licked her lips unconsciously.
Do I need to pay the appearance fee?
Loen's face turned bitter. The joy he felt after prying Zeus's wall away was gone, and his two kidneys seemed to begin to moan faintly.
However, before he could think of a way to slip away, Hera grabbed his arm first and spoke to her new adopted son in a righteous manner.
"Alright, you return to the city as soon as possible and prepare for the defense with Admetus. Before the reinforcements arrive, Dionysus and I will stay in Thessaly to prepare for any eventuality. It's settled!"
"Mother Goddess, I'll arrange it right away!"
Hercules said this, turning and striding towards the Thessalian palace.
When he turned around, he looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman standing side by side under the starlight, and inexplicably felt that they were very well-matched and harmonious.
——The god of wine is someone who can become your father...
Faintly, the words that the mother goddess Hera said when she transformed into an old woman and instructed him came to his mind.
Hercules thought about it and nodded seriously.
Yeah, that's right!
Compared with the lofty "Blood Father" of Olympus, this "Spiritual Father" who worked hard for earthly life made him admire and identify with him more.
Therefore, this choice will not be wrong!
This time, unlike the sneaky way he did when he entered the city, Hercules took off his invisibility cloak, restored his original appearance, strode with his head held high through the gate of the royal city of Thessaly, and headed towards the palace under the cover of night.
Seeing his big brother, who could help him share the pressure, leave the barren mountain without looking back, Loen was left alone, feeling helpless and in tears.
Brother, help me...
"Speaking of which, why did Admetus suddenly die of illness?"
Accompanied by the groaning sound, Hera walked forward and looked at the city of Thessaly in the night with a puzzled look on her face.
"I remember that he was still alive and kicking during the last meeting at the Ares Mountain."
“It’s because of this…”
Loen raised his arm, revealing a black skull emblem on the back of his hand.
"Mark of the Dead?"
Hera was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized.
"He just faked his death, his soul didn't even enter the underworld!"
For some reason, she began to feel a little pity for Hercules who was kept in the dark.
"No, Admetus really died once."
Luo En shook his head and answered faintly.
"Besides, if Hercules hadn't come, or hadn't wanted to stay, he would probably have to report to the Inquisition now."
"Why?" It was clearly a self-torture trick to lure Hercules to take sides, but he chose to sacrifice his life. Hera didn't understand.
"Admetus asked for it himself, and he made the bet himself."
Lorne paused and explained in a deep voice.
"He doesn't want to deceive his friends and betray his beliefs, but he also doesn't want to watch Thessaly fall. So all he can do is bet everything and take a gamble! Let Hercules make his own choice!"
"Including himself?" Hera was even more surprised.
"Sacrifice the common people, sacrifice the nobles, sacrifice the personal guards, and when necessary, even the king can be placed on the scale..."
Ron recounted what Admetus had said to him that night, his eyes deep.
"Compared to the will of the God King of Olympus, human life is indeed as insignificant as grass, and their life and death are not worth mentioning. But when a little bit of effort is put together, a little bit of effort can sink a boat. The weight of so many people added together will eventually tip the scales here."
While pondering, he looked up at the tiny lights below the mountain and the vast stars in the sky, sneered and shook his head.
All living beings are ants, but ants can build tall towers!
This is a truth that the almighty God King will never understand.
Just as Lorne was thinking secretly, a stream of hot air poured into his ear canal.
"Okay, let's not talk about this. How are you going to spend tonight?"
Hera behind her came closer at some point and asked while licking her moist cherry lips.
Looking at Hera whose gaze was almost tearing out, Loen showed a dry smile on his face.
"Hey, can you take a break?"
Hera smiled back, and then...
"Bang!"
The figure who was running down the mountain was grabbed by the ankle, staggered to the ground, and then slid into the woods like a prey being dragged by a wild beast.
During the struggle, the ten fingers inserted into the soil grabbed the deep grooves on the ground, and the cries for help were drowned out by the screams.
(End of this chapter)
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