Chapter 427: There are no apples, do you want bananas?
At the same time, standing in the shadows, Lorne looked at the golden light rising into the sky and the stunned onlookers in the square, and could not help but turn his gaze to the Spartan twins behind him:
"Didn't you tell me at home what Helen had done?"
"I accidentally let it slip twice. Once, my father and mother beat my brother and me half to death, and once Helen was grounded. After that, we never dared to mention it again..."
"We can't help it. She is the most favored one among the four siblings. Father and mother are afraid that she will get hurt. If we tell everyone about her glorious history of fighting with monsters, giants, and Titans, we brothers will probably be in trouble."
Castor and Pollux added with a gloating tone while complaining bitterly.
"Besides, if we don't erase our achievements, how can the Mycenaeans spread the great achievements of their God-King to outsiders?"
"Plus, the gods and heroes disappeared overnight, and most of the remaining participants were worried about their own safety. Wouldn't it be a bad omen for the God King to mention the term 'Olympians'? Two hundred years have passed, and I'm afraid a lot of things have changed and been buried."
"That's right, and in the end he deceived himself..." Loen sneered and shook his head, looking at the smoke-filled square with amusement.
Agamemnon, that conceited idiot, actually thought that Helen, the ruler of Sparta, was just a pretty vase.
He didn't even think about how a vase could sit firmly on the throne of Sparta's acting king for two hundred years and carry out a series of drastic reforms? If he had only relied on the remaining power of the temple and the will of the previous king, without any real strength, this acting king who had repeatedly touched the interests of the God Blood nobles would probably have died eight hundred times.
Tsk tsk, the pure blood of Zeus, the Virgo divine cloth that has completed its transformation, let alone Agamemnon, whose inferior divine blood has been diluted for who knows how many generations, even if there is a god-level Titan in front of him, he will probably be beaten to his knees by the fully armed Helen.
And sure enough, as the smoke and dust in the square dissipated, Agamemnon, who had just thought that his plan had succeeded, was embedded in the shattered ground like a mural.
The face of the middle-aged uncle, who could be considered elegant at first, was now covered in bruises and almost swollen like a pig's head, a horrible sight.
"Gurgle~~"
At this moment, the Spartan elders who were watching the game looked at the golden figure emitting tremendous divine power on the field, and their dry throats moved, with dull expressions on their faces.
Isn't it said that this princess is famous for her beauty? How come the divinity in her body is not inferior to that of the two princes, and even stronger!
No wonder no matter how many spies were sent to the Moon Temple, there was no response;
No wonder the several members of the Godblood family in the city who were clamoring to attack Helen disappeared without a trace;
No wonder this princess has not shown any signs of aging in the past two hundred years...
It turns out that this woman had already advanced to become a deity!
Fortunately, they did not turn hostile directly and chose a more gentle approach, otherwise...
The elders thought of the lessons learned from the past and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
At the same time, Helen seemed to sense something and looked behind her. A gentle smile appeared on her beautiful face and she slowly raised her arm.
"Give punishment to sin, give light to darkness..."
Along with the low chanting, violent magic power intertwined and surged, frantically gathering the surrounding ether to form a golden light band that shot straight into the sky. Countless flickering starlight turned into rich ether factors, gathering on the tall figure, and complementing the gorgeous golden armor. The sacred and majestic aura rose steadily.
"Surrender! I surrender!"
Agamemnon, half dead in the pit, jumped up in panic like a frog stimulated by electric therapy, raised his hands and made a statement.
However, the chanting continued, and the magic power around them grew stronger and stronger.
Agamemnon's forehead was covered with sweat. He quickly steeled himself and added with a sad face:
"Under the witness of the great god Zeus, Mycenae is willing to join forces with Sparta to attack Troy and serve under them!"
After hearing the answer she wanted, Helen dispelled the magic power around her, and a warm smile appeared on her beautiful face:
"Then please send a message to the country immediately and order the troops to gather towards Sparta. We will officially send troops in seven days."
“So soon?”
Agamemnon was stunned when he heard this.
Then, his eyes flickered, and he laughed dryly and evaded the question:
"Troy is a strong city. Our two city-states have limited manpower. It will probably take a long time to prepare the army and food. Why don't we take a long-term view?"
The Art of War says: If your force is ten times yours, surround it; if your force is five times yours, attack it; if your force is twice yours, fight it. Although Eastern and Western cultures are different, actual combat does not lie and often leads to relatively consistent conclusions.
Therefore, Agamemnon's reasons were sufficient.
"Your Majesty, don't worry about the manpower. I have already brought them!"
At this moment, a beautiful and agile figure riding a snow-white winged Pegasus passed through the palace gate and came to the square.
It was the priestess Gogo who served as the messenger, and behind her was smoke and dust.
One after another, burly and majestic figures were riding on war horses and war beasts, and they gathered in the square in front of the Elders' Council.
Agamemnon subconsciously glanced at the faces coming from far and near, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.
Thor, king of Pylos, and his two sons Thrasymedes and Antilochus;
Diomedes, the current king of Argos, and Philoctetes, a friend of the great hero Hercules;
Palamedes, prince of Euboea, Idomeneus, the exiled grandson of King Minos;
Ajax the Great, the divine blood hero from Thessaly, and Ajax the Lesser, the divine blood hero from Locris...
The leader of these people was the wise general Odysseus, the son of Laertes, the king of Ithaca.
Including the Amazons who arrived first and the Mycenaeans under his command, Agamemnon made a rough calculation and suddenly discovered that more than half of the city-states in Greece had sent representative heroes with divine blood.
Such a luxurious lineup is definitely enough to serve Troy, whether it is a siege or an assault.
Now, the speechless Agamemnon had to nod stiffly and greet the heroes of divine blood who came from various city-states.
Through indirect inquiries, he learned that Gogo, who was sent for help, not only successfully arrived in Athens, but also obtained the approval of Ares Mountain to gather the heroes of the gods and blood of various city-states to jointly attack the city of Troy.
However, the Athenians did not directly participate in the Trojan War, either in order to preserve their strength or to sit on the sidelines and watch the fight. (According to the epic records, although Athena stood on the side of the Greek coalition, Athens did not send anyone.)
"Haha, it's rare to meet you, Your Majesty. We are comrades in arms in this attack on Troy. Come, let's go inside and have a few drinks!"
Odysseus, with fox eyes, laughed and put his arm around Agamemnon's shoulders, dragging him to the reception room of the Council of Elders without saying a word, looking very hospitable.
Ajax the Elder and Ajax the Younger on both sides lifted up the arms of the Mycenaean king and joined in the booing.
Agamemnon, who was unable to break free, looked at the closed door and the heroes of divine blood who came forward to toast him, and he felt like crying but had no tears.
Now, he and the Mycenaeans really couldn't hide.
The noisy drinking session gradually died down into the night, and the tightly closed door creaked open.
Odysseus sneaked out of the door, changing his drunken appearance in the palace, and respectfully handed a letter from Agamemnon and a coat of arms representing his identity to the two waiting figures outside the door.
"Sir, as you ordered, the order to mobilize troops from Mycenae has been obtained."
Under the moonlight, Lorne nodded with satisfaction. After carefully examining the contents of the letter, he returned it to Odysseus and said:
"You did a good job. Let's start preparing according to the previous plan. We will set off in seven days."
"Yes, sir!"
Odysseus solemnly raised his right fist and pounded it against his chest. Then he happily went to the base of the Mycenae Blood Guard in the city with the handwritten letter and the coat of arms to deliver the order from King Agamemnon.
Watching the figure walking away, Helen turned to look at Lorne and asked curiously:
"Sir, how did you convince him to change his mind? I heard from Gego that this man had no relatives on the Argo, and his son was just born. He was reluctant to get involved in this war at first."
"It's simple. I promise to find the gods, restore order to Greece, and let his son and wife live forever in the Pure Land."
Lorne looked in the direction Odysseus left and replied with a faint smile.
Helen was slightly stunned and a little surprised:
"For the future of your wife and son, are you willing to risk your life?"
Lorne nodded, recalling the records about Odysseus in the epic, and made an accurate evaluation:
"Everyone's pursuits are different. Some heroes desire honor, some heroes desire battle, and some heroes care about justice. He is the type who is more attached to his family and hopes to use his efforts in exchange for a better life and future for his family."
"A very unique type of person, somewhat similar to you in some ways, no wonder you seem to admire him a little."
Helen covered her lips and chuckled, then sighed from the bottom of her heart.
"I really envy his wife..."
"Envy? No need to be, don't you have a husband like this too?"
Lorne looked at Helen with a smile and reminded her jokingly.
Helen was slightly stunned, and then she vaguely remembered that she seemed to be married.
——She is the wife of God.
And her beloved husband was right in front of her.
Helen's breathing suddenly became rapid, her heart pounding, and her beautiful eyes looked intently at the figure in front of her that she had been thinking about for two hundred years.
"Lord Luo En, I..."
Before she could finish her words, a pair of slender and strong arms picked up the lustful girl by the waist, and her deep eyes were filled with unspoken passion and impulse.
Two hundred years have passed, but the feelings have not faded. This is enough to explain everything.
If that's the case, then there's no need to hide.
Following one's own nature and affirming one's own desires are the consistent principles of the Greek gods.
But for Helen, this happiness came too suddenly, and even made her feel a little unreal.
"Lord Luo En, wait, I, let me get ready first!"
Helen blushed and stammered as she stealthily took out the long-treasured golden apple from the magic circle, preparing to use it to foster her feelings.
However, before Helen could take a bite, the golden apple from the god of love was snatched away by Lorne and thrown into an unknown corner.
"What are you preparing for? By the time you're done, I'm done with my fire. Just come on!"
"Wait, you're going the wrong way. This is not the way to the bedroom."
"Who said I want to sleep in the palace?"
Loen looked at the most beautiful woman in Greece, who was feeling passionate in his arms, and smiled wickedly.
"As a god's wife, of course I have to fulfill my duties in the temple!"
Looking at the Moon Temple standing before her, Helen couldn't help but swallow hard, and she immediately felt an urge to break free from her husband's arms and run away.
However, it was too late. Her god husband had already stepped into the Temple of the Moon and domineeringly placed her in front of the statue of Artemis, the goddess of hunting. Under the gaze of the chaste goddess, he began to whip her believers severely.
In addition, although Helen was unable to eat the long-treasured golden apple, she was still able to eat her fill with the large bananas.
The night outside the palace was long, the house was filled with the green of spring, and the cries and collisions played beautiful chords, drawing a perfect end to these two hundred years of waiting and perseverance.
(End of this chapter)
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