Greek Demon Myth - Greek Demon Myth chapter 130

130 – Goodbye Healing. Ogre chaos.

Time flew by.

Some for ambition, some for longing, and most for meeting.

The little heroes who were born with new blood are training and renewing themselves like never before.

The potential was reborn as warriors who could cover a thousand and one thousand, and the military strategy and resourcefulness of the heroes who commanded them combined, so that the power could encompass a country.

The quickest messengers of Olympus and their friendly winds spread the heroic activity and growth, and the passionate drama of the heroes all over the place.

Originally, the Cyclops blacksmiths, who were finishing the reconstruction of the Colosseum, called all their cousins and settled in Hestosias’ workshop, and the wind roamed the forest with their winged lovers and cooled the sweat of the heroes.

Is that all?

Both sea and land, countless kings’ messengers came to Messenia with gifts like mountains.

Of course, Chiron’s sanctuary, which was only allowed to gods and heroes, did not allow them to enter.

They were firmly ordered by the kings, and they set up camp outside the forest and formed a village among themselves.

Even among those who came like that, there were not only blood relatives of the royal family but also the heirs of the kingdom, so the minstrels who saw this sang that the future of all Greece, the age of heroes and kings, had materialized in Messenia.

Even noble mortals, as well as great gods, have personally sent messengers to ask for an observer.

The representative is none other than the dazzling Dionysus.

The king of festivals who drives ecstasy and madness, wildness and abundance has declared that he will hold the first main part of this Messenia pilgrimage in the Forest of Heroes.

The little heroes who heard this news were delighted.

Isn’t it that the best festival, where only the famous heroes and gods invited are allowed, takes place here in their forest, not anywhere else?

Participating at least once is the honor of a lifetime at the banquet of Dionysus.

An opportunity to have a drink with the great gods, whom even minor heroes have only heard about in stories, has arrived.

And what if you play a big role in this war and catch their eyes?

Perhaps, like Perseus, who reached Elysium with the blessings and help of the gods of Olympus in the distant past, he might be able to leave his name in history.

Even that Hercules had decided to withdraw from this war and watch the war due to an agreement with Dianes.

This war, which began as a love affair surrounding three men and women, was the last chance for the little heroes to escape from the majesty of Hercules and to imprint their presence on the gods and kings.

However, such dazzling honor and sympathy were not the only things that seduced the heroes.

‘This time I’ll get recognition from my father!’

‘Even the gods can’t help but admire my performance!’

‘Hmph, they said that I was a monster. Now, let’s share a rendezvous with the brothers?’

‘Oh my, your face is thick too. They said she was a lowly witch who slept with other men. What? Are you getting engaged? I was five years old then!’

At first, these men just dreamed of meeting a beautiful nymph.

At first, those who were just attracted to a meeting with a beautiful nymph were women who were offended.

However, as the plate gradually grew and time passed, they began to hear something in their ears.

From the love and recognition of the great gods who inherited the half of himself that was almost impossible to get hold of, to the shameless and servile attention of the kings and princes who insulted and rejected him.

The whispers of the Sabah world began to reach the ears of the heroes who had been purely polishing themselves away from the outside world.

Something that humans can only have regardless of gender, age, social status.

Human nature governed by Eris, who leads a war with Erinies of the underground, who is too kind.

Surrounded by great sages and beautiful forests, those feelings that had been forgotten for a while soon ignited the hearts of those who participated in the war.

Darker than the abyss of Tartarus, heavier than the rock of Sisyphus, and hotter than the flames of Hephaestus.

The essence of human beings loved by other people in the world of desire and favored by Asura in Hell.

Now, the Forest of Heroes was literally a crucible of desire.

“…Yes, the Forest of Heroes is literally a crucible of desire.”

“Good, very good.”

Delpesias, the dolphin who has become very close to me and has become my underwater secretary.

Perhaps it was Poseidon or Amphitrite’s consideration, while I was staying at the Pearl Palace in Nesneria, he was telling me news from the ground.

And today, on the morning of finally going up to the ground, the news he brought was very satisfying to me.

“Ahh… By any chance, you mean that the black tide will prepare this situation in advance so that this situation will benefit you?”

Hey.

In modern times, it is said that the intelligence of dolphins is almost that of a child, but since Greece is full of all sorts of myths, even dolphins have better brain rotation than most humans.

As expected, the descendants of the dolphins who ate constellations with their eyes and words are the answer.

“Yes, yes, yes. Very good news for Nesneria and me.”

The news Delpesias sent me was such a good news.

To the extent that I wonder if my sisters, the three goddesses of destiny whom I have not yet seen, have blessed me.

“Why is that?”

“Once ignited, desire burns without end.”

I didn’t worry about whether I should set up a counseling center instead of the Demonic Cult’s Soma Hall while watching the minor heroes, starting with Atalanta.

As they were born and belonged to neither humans nor gods, they were treated as close to shunned by the gods and rejected by humans as monsters.

The innate thirst, the desire to stand out and be recognized, has only been a little forgotten under Chiron’s guidance and Cariclo’s care.

Their desire, festering under the oblivion, was appearing almost as a disease.

‘Atalante’s Mind, Hercules’ Injection, Theseus’ Depravity, Jason’s Resonant Mind.’

Only in mythology, they will be packaged as heroic grandiosity or mistakes, but according to what I have seen myself, most minor heroes are manifestations of the trauma of rejection and loneliness that they have innately.

‘Well, these are the cases I got tired of seeing when I was playing as a god in midfield.’

Human beings always try to fill their own deficiencies.

The desire for fame and honor was a lack of human desire for recognition.

An opportunity to stand out and show off their presence has come to the little heroes who are chronically aware of this.

It is as if an oasis has been created in front of those who are dying of thirst.

However, their thirst is an abyss that cannot be quenched with such a small spring.

I wonder if it was a time when I forgot about the peace of the sanctuary. The thirst that eventually revived would never be forgotten.

I will be the only way for them.

Power, honor, gold coins, etc.

The only way to the absolute power that can achieve it all.

They will seek temples to offer their faith and offer sacrifices to idols, but they will kneel before me and beg for instruction, thirsting for power.

In that case, no one would dare to touch me or those around me.

Even if they are gods in the heavens.

“Ehh… It looks like I’m going to have to wear a combat helmet.”

“Are you feeling good?”

“It’s an expression of success in my hometown.”

To be honest, in this life, even if I went to Gangho, I was going to just wander around and go sightseeing.

Damn paperwork, damn politics.

To be honest, the life of the Heavenly Demon in my previous life, where I had to fight thousands of times a day, was hard work for me.

If you teach him and raise him in the forest, he will die while traveling later! I thought I wouldn’t attack with a knife, so I made enough connections and wandered around, then settled down in a suitable place, gave birth to sons and daughters, and tried to live well…

This damn world never let me go.

“Hey, Little Neri is now…”

“Oh, I am sleeping. I am a bit tired.”

Neri, Nesneria.

This cheeky kid, this enchanting goddess of the sea.

I don’t know how, but my lover carried the prophecy of the Great War instead of my sister.

It’s something I thought about in my previous life, but I was thinking about whether I’m really soft on my girlfriend and easily manipulated.

Because she was the one who let go of the hope of a healing life that she had been holding on to until the very end.

‘Di, dia… One more time…’

‘Wow! Joe, it’s okay…’

‘Huh? Wait a minute I’m having a hard time…’

‘Kyaaah! Joe, rest a little…’

‘I’ll get better…’

But honestly, I have no regrets.

Even after flirting like that, the sight of me fainting at the end, fed up with my infinite stamina, was enough to awaken the real Greek man hidden within me.

What is there to be afraid of in the world when I think of that lovely figure crying out in my arms last night?

‘I wonder if the healing was over when Pasos went wild in the first place…’

Originally, starting with Artemis, it was a tentative hostile relationship with her brother Apollo.

If I found out what I did to Artemis, I would have a crush on Zeus as well. It was a pretty close situation.

Of course, many of the gods were on my side, starting with Queen Hera, but there was still a possibility that the author of the supreme god would be hostile to me, so it can be said that it was not an easy sell.

In addition, her great prophecy whispered by Nesneria finally drove a wedge into the realization of my ambition that I had only been drawing a blueprint for.

I mean the reconstruction of Cheonma Shinkyo.

‘To be precise, it’s about building the Dianes League or the kingdom.’

Those who are currently in the Forest of Heroes have not learned martial arts, but their simple skills are comparable to first-class warriors.

If you teach martial arts to useful ones among them and I teach them like Atalanta, that power will surely surpass even the gods.

For example, I don’t know about Cronus’ blood relatives, such as the three great gods of Olympus, but in the case of their child, Artemis, even I, who is in the extreme end, was able to subdue it without much effort.

If I form a teacher-teacher relationship with guys who can follow at least half of them, even though they can’t be as good as me, and scatter them all over the kingdom, later on, the Greek guys who value honor and power will have no choice but to follow.

“And this war can only be a very good thing for me.”

Even though they are monstrous rookies whose skills go between first-class and peak, they are raw stones that have not yet been trained.

If I clearly imprint the difference between me and them on such people and suggest a way with the hope that they can become like me, they will gladly become my new Demon Lords and become the new Four Heavenly Kings.

It wasn’t even a bad ending for them.

Originally, I was to save even their bloodlines that would be wiped out in the Trojan War.

A distorted myth.

It was time to return to the true Heavenly Demon.

“If the sky blocks me, I will bring down the sky and trample it down. If the earth collapses me, I will break the earth and scatter it into the air.”

It’s a god, a hero, and a joke.

It’s you guys who managed to pull out what I originally wanted to live a quiet healing life, Siftal!

‘Anyway, the healing life is really flying away, so I’m going to try to taste it a little bit.’

Then what should I do?

The situation is already in good shape.

Ehh…

“Then let’s go. Tell them that you owe a lot to Poseidon and Amphitrite.”

“Ah what? Both of them said they liked it, saying that it was a worthy opponent to fight after a long time.”

“Then tell the executioners to come as you said.”

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“Yes, don’t worry. The women are also waiting patiently. It wasn’t too much of a hassle when I took Dianes’s message with me.”

Okay, now the preparations are over.

Total of Theseus group 600.

The total number of Atalante forces is 400.

And Cheonma Shinkyo combined 1.

The Messenia Platoon, which was later known as the Heroic War.

The last contestant went out into the deep sea.