Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 65 Death God Thanatos
At night, when a quiet atmosphere envelopes the earth and thick dark clouds cover the moonlight, the world becomes lonely.

Atlas waited quietly with a sharp gun in his hand. The bonfire in front of him was flickering and flickering, reflecting his back constantly beating, like a dancing devil in hell, or like a sacrificial shaman.

Adding firewood to the fire at random, Qing Tianshen was full of energy. At this moment, a whimpering cold wind suddenly rolled up, instantly suppressing the burning flames of the fire until only red-hot charcoal remained.

Immediately afterwards, the flames were extinguished, and darkness descended again, only the unburned dry wood still glowed red.

The sound of flapping wings resounded, Atlas stood up, and immediately saw Hypnos fall to the ground.

Then, a dense black mist suddenly surged out from the corners of the mountains, forests, rock crevices, etc. like a flood that opened the gate, filling all the places in an instant.

The gloomy and cold atmosphere pervaded quietly, Qingtianshen's eyes swept over, and all directions were surrounded by tumbling black mist, in which there were faint sounds of chain collisions, human coughs, and stern reprimands.

"Go, go. I'm in a hurry for an appointment tonight. Do you know that I hate being late?"

Amidst the sound of pushing, shoving and tugging, several figures showed their whereabouts.

It was several young and beautiful human beings, including men and women, all with pious faces, wearing chains, lined up like a long snake.

Atlas took a glance and found that there was no trace of Thanatos, the god of death, and couldn't help but cast a strange look at the god of sleep.

Hypnos had no choice but to shout, "Brother, stop playing tricks to fool God."

As his words fell, the black mist immediately parted a road as if welcoming a certain king, and a figure slowly descended from the mist.

He has a pair of dark wings, a pale complexion, a high nose bridge, slightly deep eye sockets, long silver hair, a square appearance, and a sword in his hand.

After all, he is the twin brother of Sleeping God. The younger brother is so handsome, so it is unreasonable for the older brother to be ugly.

"Son of Iapseus, Atlas, I am very glad to meet you. I have heard about the Western Pillar for a long time." As soon as Thanatos appeared, he greeted him politely. Praise his father.

"Yes, the venerable god of death, the revered Thanatos." Atlas also offered a rainbow fart, "I often hear your name from my father, who is also the god in charge of death, I I think you will have something in common."

Hearing this, Thanatos couldn't help laughing, and he also felt very happy to hear the praise for himself from Xixi Tianzhu's mouth.

Atlas glanced at those human souls again, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Human beings in the golden age had incomparable devotion to the gods, so the gods gave them immortal life, and the death controlled by Thanatos, the god of death, was "euthanasia, a good death, and the end of life" and so on.

People are not old, how can you hook the soul?

Seeing that he seemed to be puzzled, the gentle sleeping god explained: "The underground world is always lonely, and we need some people to build a new garden."

"Yes, serving God is the destiny and lifelong pursuit of these human beings." Thanatos said, "They can't reach the ground with their bodies, so I can only take their souls."

Qingtian God suddenly realized that human beings in this era are like decorations on the earth, without their own emotional desires.

Therefore, even if Thanatos did not kill them, as long as they asked, they would be willing to die and be taken away by others.

Therefore, even if these souls are already dead, most of them are full of piety.

It is precisely because of this that they make Moros, the god of destiny, very boring. Once the marionettes lose their novelty, they will be put into wooden boxes and sealed forever.

Moros could not find a wooden box to enclose them, so he threw them into the fire and burned them.

After saying this, Thanatos asked about his condition. "I heard from brother Hypnos that you seem to have been cursed recently?"

Atlas nodded with a wry smile, "Dear God of Death, please look at my symptoms with your well-informed eyes.

Recently, I have had some ridiculous dreams every night, and I can't help but want to do some happy things during the day.

The flame of desire burns me every moment, every minute. "

"Well, I can see it." Thanatos glanced down calmly.

He surrounded Qingtian God, looked up and down like a scholar, sniffed his nose and smelled him, and said doubtfully: "You seem to have a strange smell on you."

Hearing this, Atlas scratched his head in embarrassment, because he secretly rewarded himself once while there was no one around.

But this kind of thing must not be said in this way, so I had to think carefully about my vocabulary and find a reason for myself, "Maybe it's because I lost myself in my dream recently."

The god of death rolled his eyes speechlessly for a moment, covered his nose and stepped back, distanced himself from him.

"Stupid guy, I'm talking about the fragrance, not the smell." He waved his hands in disgust, trying to dispel the psychological shadow that Qingtian God had given him.

Hearing such a statement, Atlas's heart moved, and an enchanting figure appeared in his mind instantly, "Is it the delicate and charming breath like a hundred flowers blooming?"

"Well, maybe, that kind of smell is mixed," Death squinted his eyes to appreciate it carefully, recalling what he saw, "there is the fiery passion of anthurium, the passion of rose; and the passion of narcissus.
There are too many flavors, even I can't distinguish them all clearly.

But smelling this fragrance always makes my heart beat. "

Sleeping God and Atlas shuddered instantly when they heard the words, they looked at each other and kept a distance from him in unison.

"What are you doing so far away from me?" Thanatos opened his eyes from his intoxication, and looked at them puzzled.

Hypnos said: "My dear brother, if you have any special hobbies, please tell me in advance.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to be a brother with you again. "

The god of death was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he couldn't help being furious: "Who do you think I am? I prefer a quiet corpse to a lively life."

Hearing this, Atlas couldn't help swallowing. For some reason, he always felt like he was getting more perverted.

After understanding his eyes, Thanatos became even more angry and turned around on the spot.

Seeing that he was flapping his wings and was about to leave, Atlas quickly grabbed his sleeves to stop his movement, "Don't go, don't go, respected god of death, I have another gift for you."

　It took me a long time to delete and delete everything, it was too difficult for me
　　
　
(End of this chapter)