Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 382 The Impact of the Golden Rain

The weather always changes quite quickly.

The night sky, which was clear and bright just now, was now covered with dark clouds and raindrops began to fall densely.

Acrisius returned to his throne and continued to study the remaining pages in his hands.

The sound of raindrops outside the palace was a bit noisy, which made his thoughts a bit disordered and he couldn't calm down.

Just when he was about to go back and rest for a while and stop researching, he suddenly heard someone shouting outside.

And the shouts quickly grew like a tsunami, as if everyone in the city was shouting in the middle of the night.

Acrisius had a bad feeling in his heart, he stood up and quickly walked out of the palace.

Raindrops were falling outside, but this night, which should have been quiet and gloomy, was now bustling with people and as bright as day.

Because what were dripping from the dark clouds were not ordinary drops of water, but raindrops emitting golden light, falling on the ground.

They are as dazzling as gold, falling from the sky to the ground, flowing on the ground, emitting the light of wealth.

People in the entire city of Argos were alarmed and rushed to collect the golden rain in containers.

Acrisius was also stunned for a moment by the magical scene before him, but he reacted the next moment.

The body under the exquisite clothes burst out with amazing strength and rushed straight to the tower where Danae was.

A fierce murderous intent burst out from his eyes, and at this moment all family affection and concerns were thrown behind Acrisius's mind.

Kill her to prevent future troubles, and do it as soon as possible!
He ran over as fast as he could, the muscles in his arms bulged rapidly, and at this moment, the original sense of weakness on his body no longer existed.

After all, he had just begun to go downhill, and this was still his most powerful time.

A layer of light golden mist filled the room in the high tower, and Acrisius became more certain of his guess.

Not long after he left here, the thing he had been worried about had already happened.

Acrisius took a deep breath and blew away the golden mist that filled the room, revealing the situation beneath the mist.

All the gold ornaments in the room had disappeared without a trace, and the only thing left was Danae's golden dress.

Light golden lines wandered across Danaë's body, from her arms into her sleeves. The original white dress was covered with gold foil, adding a touch of elegance.

And these changes were not important, Acrisius's eyes were fixed on Danae's abdomen.

The flat belly is now slightly bulging, exuding a vigorous breath of life.

He was wary of Danaë's contact with others, and even thought that the problem might not be caused by Danaë's children, but by outsiders who took a fancy to Danaë.

But Acrisius had never thought that it would be the son of man-god. After all, there had been no other examples except Minos.

But even so, he could not keep the child who would affect his throne as predicted.

A hint of cruelty flashed in Acrisius' eyes, and he opened his hand to strangle his daughter's throat and end his predicted fate.

Danae was sleeping with her eyes closed at the moment, and had no reaction to anything happening in the outside world. Even if she was awake, it would be meaningless.

He was confident enough that he strangled Danaë to death in an instant, leaving no trace of breath.

Just as his hand was about to strangle fate's throat, Danae's body was suddenly pulled outward by an invisible force, avoiding the fatal blow.

The priestesses, wearing veils and sacrificial robes, appeared silently under the golden rain.

They rescued Danaë from Acrisius's hands. After the leading priest observed her carefully, he handed Danaë over to the people behind him.

"King of Argos, what are you going to do?" "Do you want to kill your own daughter and destroy the blessing that God has bestowed upon us?"

The priests of the oracle arrived very quickly. It was obvious that Acrisius had deliberately built the tower in the palace so that they could react as quickly as possible.

But these priests were still only slightly slower than himself.

Acrisius could hardly suppress his anger and growled majestically.

"I am the king! You are not!"

Before, he was able to avoid a falling out with the oracle, firstly for the stability of his own rule, and secondly because the prophecy was still just a prophecy.

Now, this prophecy is about to come true, and he can no longer compromise.

"Even if you are a king, you cannot disregard human ethics and kill your own daughter without reason. Moreover, the princess is more than just the king's daughter."

The leading high priest spoke slowly.

"The princess is not only a priestess of our main god Hera, but now she is also the mother of the Son of God. How can the king decide her life and death at will?"

Acrisius's face looked very ugly, he even wanted to shout angrily, you so-called Son of God, are going to take away his throne.

But it makes no sense to say this to these religious lunatics; they don't care about it.

"Son of God? That's not necessarily true."

Acrisius looked out the window. From his high vantage point, he could see the chaos in the entire city caused by the golden rain.

Everyone was scrambling to collect the liquid gold dripping from the sky, some even fighting each other, and order was on the verge of collapse.

Even the guards in the palace were fighting with each other at this moment, and their weapons were even stained with blood.

And those who have the power to maintain order are fighting each other up in this tower over an unborn child.

Acrisius saw this tragic scene, but did not take it to heart.

As long as you solve your biggest problem, this problem can be easily solved.

"Look at the situation outside. If this is the Son of God, why does he bring such a scene?"

"People are killing each other. All they have in their eyes is the desire for gold. This is clearly the influence of the devil."

He labeled the child in Danaë's womb as an unlucky one, so that he had a reasonable reason.

As for how to convince the priests in front of us
The muscles in Acrisius' arms bulged slightly. The reason he became Inachos' designated successor was not just because of his outstanding abilities.

Although attacking the priests of God would most likely lead to divine punishment, he couldn't care less under the current circumstances.

Just as he was about to take direct action, the leading priest spoke again.

"Perhaps we can choose a compromise method to verify whether this is the true Son of God."

"Send the princess to the sea. If she can survive the rough seas all by herself, it means that this is indeed God's will."

Almost subconsciously, Acrisius thought this was a good idea.

The sea is unpredictable. Even experienced fishermen may easily go there and never return, let alone Danaë?
But the next moment, his spiritual sense suddenly shook, and he suddenly woke up.

　In fact, this kind of Greek story usually has a cause before a result. The result comes first, and then it is said that there was some so-called prophecy in the beginning.

　　But what I am more curious about is that, normally speaking, Danaë was imprisoned, so whose child was she pregnant with?
　　Could it be a father and daughter?
　　So in the original story, she wasn't killed, but just exiled to the sea?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)