Zeus does not want to be the king of gods in Greece

Hercules supported the city gate with both hands, and at this moment, he had no way to stop the monsters from attacking the city gate.

The priests and priests in each temple are evacuating the crowd, and the remaining troops are simply not enough to disperse these monsters.

"What to do? The sea has submerged a large area of ​​land, and there is no momentum to stop."

"Hercules can't come to help us if he can hold the city gate, how long can we hold on?"

"Persist as much as possible, Sylvia has already gone to find Lord Mars, as long as he can come back, there is hope."

......

The priests and soldiers on the top of the city cheer each other up. Even if you place your hope on others, you must never give up hope.

Without hope, humanity loses all possibility.

Most of the young people of this generation have heard the stories about Ares, and the older generation will tell their children and grandchildren the story of Ares leading them across the mountains.

If they want someone to save them when they are facing desperation, Ares is definitely the best choice.

Just will he come?

Hercules thought so.

In the previous battle, he was lucky enough to defeat Ares who was in poor condition, which is actually not unacceptable.

Hercules, who is going through the twelve trials, has reached a peak in terms of momentum and state, but Ares has fallen into self-doubt because of the strength of Hercules.

Can Ares recover from that state?

Yes, of course.

A golden light descended from the sky, and the piercing blade accurately killed all the monsters lying on the city wall.

"Why am I here?"

Familiar swearing, flamboyant voice, the eternally proud god has not yet arrived, but his sword, his voice, and his strength reached his faithful Rome one step ahead of him.

"Lord Mars, this is the voice of Lord Mars."

"Has Sylvia found him at last? We're saved."

"Quick, don't waste time, transfer as many civilians as possible."

......

Ares listened to the voices of human beings, and even in such a desperate situation, people who refused to give up are so powerful.

Why hasn't he discovered that there are so many strong people around him.

"Let me go, I want to help them too."

Sylvia stood on the shoulders of the Ares mecha body. It is no longer the time to discuss Ares's previous ugly behavior. Rome needs her strength.

"Sorry, if I could be quicker..."

"But aren't you already here?"

Sylvia tapped Ares's face made of steel with her fist. Anyway, it would be better if the god she believed in could get back together again.

It turns out that there are such gentle fists in this world.

Ares touched his face, it was obviously a soft fist punched by a flesh and blood body, but it seemed to hit his heart, making him breathe a little short of breath.

Damn, my power furnace is about to explode.

"Stay away from Lao Tzu's city."

Ares looked at the raging waves, and the monsters in the waves, they hated humans and looked forward to their era.

A bunch of ugly things, looking so ugly and yet thinking so beautiful, it's a bit...overwhelming.

Ares clenched the Zhanjian Knife with both hands, holding it like a baseball bat, and then slapped it fiercely towards the waves.

very strong.

Ares looked at the waves that had been pushed back several kilometers by himself, this time it was not because he felt good about himself, but because everyone had to admit that he was strong.

Even Hercules has to admit that if he faced Ares in this state at that time, he must have no possibility of victory.

It turned out that the weapon was so heavy.

At this time Ares finally understood what Hercules said that day, and at this moment he really felt the fear.

It's not the kind of powerless fear, but the "weight" after carrying something, and the "heavier" the weapon is, the stronger the attack will be.

"Hercules, just leave it to me, you go and help them."

Now is not the time to entangle in personal grievances, personal victory or defeat can be set aside, anyway, with the current achievements of Hercules, even if he dies, he can become a constellation.

At that time, Ares appointed Hercules to have good juice to eat.

"Can you stand it?"

"Who do you look down on? I'm... God of War."

The sword that bears the weight of life was held by Ares, but with a backhand sword, the flood that continued to hit Rome was shot back.

If it is Ares at this time, even Athena is definitely not an opponent.

"Then leave it to you."

Hercules felt that the will contained in that sword is a pure and noble will to protect. Such Ares is absolutely trustworthy.

"Find a safe place as soon as possible, I can't guard it for too long."

Ares didn't try to be brave, even gods have limits, if he used to be stubborn, he would say that he can do as long as he wants, but now Ares can't say arrogant words.

Acknowledging your weakness is the first step to becoming stronger.

Heralex left, he joined the rescue work, carrying civilians one by one to the high ground.

With the addition of Hercules, the pace of rescue has indeed been accelerated, but...

"Where should I go next?"

On the high mountain, Hercules looked around. Although Ares was constantly driving the sea in the direction of the main entrance of the Roman city wall, Ares also had limits, and the Romans could not do without it.

"Even if the sea water won't spread up, our food is limited. If we can't go to the underworld..."

Hercules knew that the safest place at this time was the underworld.

Mount Olympus, as the only crossing of the underworld, is guarded by Eros. As long as the sea cannot submerge Mount Olympus, there will be no drop of water in the underworld.

Over the years, the Underworld has also been transformed by Hades, allowing some humans to live and even grow some vegetables.

There is simply a paradise, but Hercules has no way to bring those people there. How can so many people be brought there?

Even Ares can't do it.

Hercules thought of Jason, he had the sailing skills taught by Master Chiron himself, and he also had an Argo.

It's just that the whole of Greece is facing a huge crisis now, and Jason is driving the Argo day and night to bring refugees to the underworld to live in.

Facing more people in need of help in Greece, Hercules couldn't ask him to come over, but what should Rome do?

"Hey little brother over there, do you look like you are looking for a boat?"

A hearty female voice came from the sky, Hercules looked up, ships were flying in the sky, and a hearty woman with scars on her face looked at Hercules.

"You are?"

"Captain of the Golden Hind, Francis Drake, would you like to join my fleet?"

With long pink hair and a hearty smile, he led his fleet to sail above the sky. As the first human being to travel around the world alive, Francis Drake, the pioneer of the stars, descended majestically.

"Is this the Heroic Spirit?"

Hercules noticed that Drake was different, he was not a living person but a Perseus-like existence.

This is the heroic spirit that Illya told him about.

"Please also take them to Mount Olympus, where there is a crossing to the underworld, as long as people go to the underworld, they will be safe."

"The underworld? I didn't expect that the place where the dead sleep would become a refuge for the living. It's really interesting."

Drake became interested when he heard about the underworld. After all, as a world-renowned navigator and adventurer, she had never been to this underworld.

Unexpectedly, after death, there is still a chance to go to the underworld.

"How many heroes have been sent by the Hall of Valor this time?"

If it was normal, Hercules would definitely want to fight with these heroic spirits of later generations at this time, to see what level he is among the so-called heroic spirits, but now he just wants to know if there is any fighting spirit that can be used for rescue. force.

"Everyone who can come has come, but the earth is so big, everyone is scattered all over the world."

Although the heroic spirits cannot be said to be all good people, after all, there is a concept similar to "anti-heroes", but in terms of human history, they all have the most basic consensus.

Human history cannot die.

Most of them originated from humans, and their lives are closely related to humans. Under such circumstances, all the heroic spirits who can come have come.

......

"Lord, why do human beings face such disasters."

On the huge ship, Noah, who had built the ark early after receiving God's revelation, wanted to get God's revelation, but he was disappointed.

God ordered him to build a ship with enough food seeds and livestock, but he didn't let him save more people.

Is this God's ruthlessness?

On the ark, he looked at the flooded people, he wanted to help but stopped.

It is easy to save people, but what happens after saving people?

Without food, everyone will die in the end, and if people are not saved, then these things can at least ensure that he can survive alone. Even if he survives alone, it can be regarded as preserving hope for mankind.

"Even if there is only one person..."

"Even if there is only one person, I will not give up on you."

It was a high-spirited female voice, the words were full of determination to be martyred at any time, and as if to confirm her words, as the iris flag fluttered, the sacred light descended on the earth.

"My Lord is here."

The tyrannical magic power centered on the girl's flag directly divides the sea, and with the girl's firm will, even the sea will be divided.

What Moses could do, could Joan of Arc not do?

"That is......"

Noah felt the power of Joan of Arc, the power of the same "saint", and the girl's body also had the light of the Lord.

"boom"

A huge tremor came from the deck, and before Noah understood what happened, he felt a strong hand grasping his shoulder behind him.

"Noah, for the sake of being a 'saint', let me borrow your boat."

The blue-haired girl obviously planned to requisition Noah's Ark first, but this was completely different from the revelation Noah received.

"Wait, there isn't enough food if I take them in..."

"But don't you have seeds? When we bring them all up, let's go to Greece together, where there is a safe place for human beings to continue to survive."

"Greece?"

Noah could have ignored such obviously baseless words, but the other party's identity as a "saint" would not be faked, and the other party, who is also a believer in the Lord, did not entrap himself in the matter of saving people.

"The last question, who are you and she?"

Noah understands that in this era, there are still too few believers in the Lord, if there are other "sages" he should not be unaware of them.

"That one is Joan of Arc in the future farther than me, and I am Martha...his follower."

"Followers?"

Noah can perceive that this is an existence that is closer to the Lord than believers and saints. The person in front of him seems to have really listened to his teachings in front of the Lord.

"In the future, he will set foot on this land and lead the oppressed people on the road of resistance. He will meet many people and accept thirteen disciples."

"You too?"

"If I just listened to his lectures and counted as disciples, I would count them as disciples, but I still don't qualify to be included in the thirteen disciples."

Martha didn't care about the identities of the thirteen disciples. Her understanding of the Bible was not limited to her identities. As long as she had something in her heart, everyone could interpret the Bible from their own perspective.

"The 'saint' of later generations? I...promise you."