I, Former Embers, Now Greek God of Fire

Hearing this, Sisyphus immediately said in his heart that he was stable!

Can divide half of the underworld to control, what kind of friendship is this?What else could this be? !

This smart person knows it all!

Thinking of this, Sisyphus changed his countenance, showing a frightened expression. He changed his posture and knelt directly on the ground, and his forehead even collided intimately with the floor.

"Bang bang!"

"Great Hades, kind Hades, wise Hades! Please look at the great Hephaestus, have pity on me who is so stupid!"

Sisyphus said loudly sadly: "My stupid wife has never buried my body. My body cannot return to the embrace of the mother goddess Gaia, which makes my soul suffer."

"Hades, the most benevolent, the most benevolent, the most noble and most holy Hades! Please allow me three days to go back to the earth to reprimand my stupid mother-in-law and ask her to take care of my funeral affairs quickly and report to her. You offer a generous sacrifice, let me usher in the end I deserve!"

"..."

Listening to Sisyphus's sincere words, Hades tilted his head and worked his honest and diligent brain for a while before finally reaching a conclusion.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with this? !It's just letting them go back for two or three days, it's impossible for them to run away and never come back.

I really want to run away, and I will send Cerberus to catch him and come back when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Hades nodded readily and agreed.

"Go, poor man, for the sake of Hephaestus, I'll give you three days to reprimand your wife and let her hold your funeral, and when the three days are up, you must To stand on top of this hall."

"Thank you, kind Hades, great Hades!"

Hearing that Hades agreed, Sisyphus was overjoyed. He happily stood up from the ground, bowed deeply under Hades' gaze, and exited the hall respectfully.

Looking at the empty hall, Hades shook his head, then took out another one from the thick mountain of documents, and shouted to the door: "Next one!"

Not to mention how diligent Pluto worked overtime diligently, after leaving the hall, Sisyphus did not start to dance in ecstasy because of his pride.

At this moment, the ghost who was the king before his death was rapidly constructing a plan in his mind.

A plan aimed at world peace.

As long as it can be successfully implemented, Sisyphus firmly believes that such a land can usher in true peace. At that time, all people will be bathed in the glory of the great Hephaestus and his companions, and mankind will also usher in Really good future.

Thinking of the bright future, Sisyphus only felt a warm current in his heart.

But immediately, his face was full of determination, that expression called "Thousands of People Will Go Forward", which made him look extraordinarily solemn and sacred.

Sisyphus puffed out his chest, put his legs together, and raised his hands diagonally upwards, just like he did before he was alive, and shouted loudly.

"Praise the god of fire!"

The resonant voice of Sisyphus spread far away, and the souls of the dead crossing the River Styx heard his call and responded one by one.

"Praise the god of fire!"

Listening to the enthusiastic responses, Sisyphus felt that the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier.

Get moving now.

The first step when we return to the ground is to disclose the appearance of Hades, the king of Hades, and his relationship with the great Hephaestus! !The kind of relationship that can divide half of the underworld!

Chapter 160 There is only one answer! It is to offer loyalty to ●●!

Blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, breeze, and the fragrance of the soil.

Walking out of the underworld, Sisyphus once again set foot on the earth opened his arms intoxicated, as if to embrace the whole world.

Everything that was commonplace in the past is now so precious in his eyes.

In this short moment, Sisyphus really had the urge to simply lie on the ground and not go back.

After all, the beautiful and great Pluto is so simple and upright, the kind who can be easily deceived at a glance.

However, such an idea was completely extinguished after only a circle in Sisyphus's mind.

Because a loyalty that cannot be described in words has taken possession of his chest.

That indescribable loyalty drove his body to act spontaneously. Facing the scorching sun in the sky, he posed the posture engraved in the souls of the Vulcan believers, sending out a full-hearted and loyal expression. An unspeakable cry.

"Praise the god of fire!"

As soon as these words were uttered, Sisyphus suddenly felt a surge of power rushing to his limbs, making him shiver with pleasure.

After this short period of comfort, Sisyphus's face was already full of determination. He took a firm step forward and floated forward——his body was buried long ago, and now of course it is The state of the soul!

Thanks to the current state of his soul, Sisyphus easily passed through layers of obstacles, and at an unimaginable speed in the past, he easily returned to his country at sunset.

From a distance, he saw that the solid city gate had been closed, and torches and bonfires had been lit on the city wall, and heavily armed guards were sticking to their posts.

Seeing this scene, Sisyphus was full of relief in his heart.

It seems that after I died, my kingdom and my city are still fine.

With such a gratified mood, Sisyphus floated towards the gate of the city.

As I said before, Sisyphus is just a soul now, his body is erratic and illusory, and his body is even more contrary to common sense, the whole body is floating forward.

So the guards on the city wall noticed Sisyphus floating over, which immediately caused a burst of tension on the city wall, and the courageous guards yelled directly at Sisyphus who was getting closer.

"Monster! Retreat quickly! This is the land sheltered by the great god of fire and forging, Hephaestus, and the most loyal believers of the great Hephaestus live here! Retreat! Your arrival Will meet the wrath of the great Hephaestus!"

Hearing the shout from the wall, Sisyphus opened his arms and shouted to the wall: "My people! Lift up your eyelids and look at me carefully! I am Your king! I have returned from the distant and cold underworld! In order to bring you the revelation of the great Hephaestus!"

"what!"

The guards on the city wall listened to Sisyphus's words, and carefully looked at the phantom figure floating under the city gate suspiciously. When they saw that it was indeed their king who had died in battle, they all turned pale with fright and moved quickly. rose up, and wanted to go down and open the gates for the valiant old king.

"Stop, my people, the benevolent Hades has not given me much time, go and inform my son, your new king."

Sisyphus stopped the guards from moving, his illusory soul floated forward, easily passed through the thick and solid gate, and slowly drifted towards the palace under the shocked and awe-inspiring eyes of the guards.

And the guards who had come to their senses had already mounted their horses and galloped on the wide straight road leading directly to the palace.

When Sisyphus floated to the palace, his son and his wife were already waiting at the entrance of the palace.

"Father!"

The son of Sisyphus, the current king immediately shed tears of excitement when he saw his dead father. He never imagined that he could see his brave and wise father again.

At the king's side, his mother, Sisyphus' wife, also shed tears at this time, watching her husband choke so hard that he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"I don't have much time for my wife and kids."

Sisyphus waved his hand and forcibly ended the touching reunion. He said solemnly, "We will meet again in the underworld, so hurry up and obey my orders now!"

"Yes! Father!"

Hearing Sisyphus' overly serious words, the king also realized that something big was going on now, so he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and listened carefully to Sisyphus' next words.

"Light a bonfire here and bring paper, pens and paint! I need to paint!"

As soon as Sisyphus gave the order, the king immediately ordered the attendants around him to bring paper, pens and paints for him, and ordered the attendants to bring firewood to light a raging bonfire in front of the palace gate.

The slightly noisy sound attracted the attention of the residents in the residence in front of the palace. They either walked out of the door, or poked their heads out of the window, wanting to see what happened. Are they going to continue fighting? !

With such doubts in mind, they all covered their mouths in surprise when they saw the old king Sisyphus, who had died heroically in the last battle, appear in front of the palace.

And their surprise, after Sisyphus got the paper, pen and paint, turned into another shock.

It was clearly in the state of the soul, but Sisyphus was still able to touch the things belonging to the world according to his wishes. He picked up the pen, stained it with paint, and started to dance around on the white paper that was spread out.

Sisyphus's painting skills are very good, and his artistic quality is very high. He just raised his hand and drew a few strokes, and an outline appeared in everyone's field of vision.

What a beautiful goddess.

At this moment, the young new king, his mother, the guards, and the people all had such thoughts in their minds.

Obviously it's just a rough outline, but it makes everyone realize that what Sisyphus is depicting at this time is definitely a beautiful goddess.

Just besides praising, the new king wondered.

Why does he always feel that the goddess painted by his father, the real dead ghost, doesn't seem to be Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war they believe in? !

Wait, could it be that his father was persuaded to rebel by other undead when he was in the underworld? !

Not only did the new king think so, even the guards and the crowd who were watching couldn't help thinking so.

Just when the new king was thinking about whether he should kill his relatives righteously, or should he do some ideological work with his old father to persuade him to return to the right path, Sisyphus finished his work.

"Hu~~"

Sisyphus exhaled slowly, took back his pen, and looked at his painting with both pride and regret in his eyes.

He is proud that his drawing skills are not bad, and he was able to draw a bit of the charm of the diligent, great and beautiful Hades. Unfortunately, he can only paint a bit of the charm.

And this work did not satisfy Sisyphus very much, but made everyone fall into that extreme shock.

What kind of a beautiful goddess is this!

The long black hair is like the mysterious and supple satin, the black eyes are like jet-black pearls, deep and round, the facial features are so delicate even if they are separated separately, and when they are put together, they are so beautiful that it makes people feel beautiful. One could barely breathe.

Who is this? !

At this moment, this question popped up in everyone's mind.

"Give me the painting and stand it up"

Sisyphus ordered the soldiers who were fascinated to stand up the portrait, and then told his son: "Send an order and order all the painters to come and copy this painting, and then let the whole city know who she is!"

"Father, which noble god is this?"

Hearing Sisyphus' order, the new king couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked Sisyphus cautiously under the eyes of everyone expecting him.

"This is the master of the underworld, the portrait of Hades, the king of the underworld."

As soon as Sisyphus spoke, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the entire gate of the palace erupted.

A lot of people have gathered here unknowingly. When they heard that the beautiful goddess on the huge portrait is actually the master of the underworld that people fear, the controller of the final destination of all souls, Hades, Hades, Each eye protruded.

This is Hades? !

Zhuo Nima told me, this is Hades? !

This Hades is simply amazing!

There is one thing to say, in this short moment, people who were still a little bit afraid suddenly felt that they were no longer afraid of death.

Seeing how people were shocked by the beauty of this Pluto, Sisyphus stroked his beard, proudly and proudly said to his son and his subjects: "My people, my people! So the ability to return from the underworld is due to the mercy of the great and benevolent Hades, and do you know why that noble majesty would take pity on a dead soul like me?"