The First Saint of the Gate of Truth, the possessor of the power of worship, the great Froud Sartan Diggs...... Struggling with the handle of a pan. This is a frying pan produced by the famous brand Hayersen, which is strong and durable. When he and Cristina slammed open the door of the two-story wooden house at the foot of Mount Olympus, the pot was neatly laid out in the cupboard along with the many kitchen utensils, not a trace of dust.

But now the handle has broken - it's a trivial matter, and it's okay to stop using it. But the problem was that Froude had just carefully cooked a braised brisket with tomatoes in this pot, and then just as he was about to put the pot up, the handle broke.

So he was trying to put the handles back on the pan so that he could plate the contents of the pot before they cooled and turned sour.

Sounds paranoid, or neurotic, doesn't it?

Then you have to try to understand the situation of these two people.

The two men had been without water for three days, until they saw the house in the snowstorm. In terms of layout and location, this should be a holiday villa - the owner of the house will only come to this kind of place at certain times to spend time away from the hustle and bustle of the city, enjoying the idyllic life undisturbed.

Now the house was occupied by two hungry and cold doves, and the first thing they did was to find something to eat. Maybe the owner was in a hurry, or maybe he had just left, and there were still some vegetables and meat in the house. So Froude stared at the pot with his hungry green eyes for half an hour, and finally made this steaming dish.

He wanted to enjoy a delicious meal after a long period of hunger. Any little troublesome thing in the face of such paranoid thoughts could make him restless, and make his already irritable mood even more irritable from the torment of hunger.

So now his eyes are a little red. Because the handle was broken and not loosened, he couldn't do it unless he could melt the plastic and stick it back on.

So you should understand...... At the moment, Froude's mental state is not normal.

But it's also understandable. Li Zhen let him go in Murmansk, but it didn't mean that the entire imperial justice system also let him go. The remnants of the Gate of Truth are condemned by all—not to mention the remnants of a lost dog. From North Asia to Central Asia to Northern Europe, all the countries they pass through along the way have issued the highest level of wanted warrants for them, and they are not just for show.

During this escape, the Prophet Christina had to use her abilities frequently—almost more in a few months than in all her previous short lives combined. There was some serious consequence of this—though it had not yet been manifested from the perspective of the entire macrocosmic realm, but as far as she was concerned. Christina has already paid quite a price. She became even more gloomy and silent. His mental state is extremely unstable, and he often gets angry over trivial things.

Froude had long been accustomed to her perverse nature, but now even he was so affected that he no longer had the smile on his face.

Fortunately, the previous arduous escape had ended a few days earlier—and another major event had attracted the attention of the entire world. The force of their pursuit was like a fist that had suddenly been withdrawn. Nowhere to be seen.

Driven by some forces with ulterior motives but different from each other, people in half the world have criticized Li Zhen. Froude and Christina seem to have become two insignificant minor characters overnight.

However, these two "small roles" are burdened with another mission - A plan.

This is the most scheming plan known by the high-level of the Gate of Truth, and it is also known to Li Zhen. Froude couldn't figure out what to do, and Li Zhen let himself go after he laid out the plan, but that wasn't the point to him. Anyway, it's got to the point where it is now. He didn't care whether the benefits outweighed the disadvantages or the disadvantages outweighed the advantages for Li Zhen once this plan was achieved. He had to get the last thing done—an obsession ingrained in him, and he couldn't figure out whether it was because of a sense of responsibility or because of a powerful and confusing inertia.

Eventually, he gave up his efforts and let the pan lie on the stovetop, looking up at the window.

The vast and silent mountains of Olympus stretch across the horizon, resembling a huge beast in the night. The sun had long since set, and the white snow at the top of the mountain range reflected the dim moonlight, making it mysterious and quiet.

This mountain was indeed mysterious a long, long time ago - it was believed to be the abode of the gods and a place not to be desecrated by mortals. This legend has been passed down for a long time, and today it is known to almost everyone. But that's why the mountain is less mysterious now. The unreachable places of the ancients have long been conquered by countless mountaineers, and it is believed that with the insight of modern technology, there is nothing mysterious to hide from itself – not even the gods.

At least, that's what people thought a few years ago.

Froude stared at the distant mountains for a long time, then slowly withdrew his gaze. This is their destination, and their goal is in this mountain. But this is not the other mountain – this is not the low hills outside Murmansk, the highest peak of this mountain, the Mitikas Peak, which is 2,917 meters high, and is surrounded by countless equally majestic peaks. The gods of legend dwelt on the highest peak, but legends are legends after all, and it is possible that the target of their trip is that the species that hides in the legends is actually hidden somewhere else.

Quite tricky stuff. But fortunately, the most difficult period has passed, and now he can find a helper or two who are familiar with the local scene.

The next day the snow stopped, and the snow began to melt. It took Froude half a day to find a small town, and he found three locals in the town who had not moved away. This is a family of three, a sturdy father in his forties, and a pair of teenage children. It didn't take much effort to convince them—no one in the world was more adept at doing ideological work than Froude. Two children who were seen as a burden stayed at home. Before their father returned, or never came back. The two of them will be convinced that their father is just going out and "will be home the next minute."

The middle-aged man drove Froude out of town with a peaceful and humble smile on his face. This man used to be a mountain guide, which made Froude feel his good fortune. But the mountain guide, who was also a Protestant, scoffed at the legends of the Olympian gods. Although the last few years have not been easy for a Protestant – whose idols have crumbled in their hearts – this devout believer still believes that those species are merely the embodiment of the devil.

On the other hand, as a native of Greece, the father named Enoch was no stranger to the legends of the gods. At this time, he scratched his sideburns and frowned a little suspiciously: "Abnormal? Nothing out of the ordinary. ”

Froude was not satisfied with this answer, but knew that Enoch was telling the truth. No mortal can be duplicitous under his aura, and this man really doesn't know anything. So he sighed and leaned back in his chair to look out at Mount Olympus in the distance. From this point of view, the majestic mountains rise above a field. It's like a huge palace. The snow-capped peaks at the top of the mountain reflect the sun's brilliance. Shrouded in thin clouds that seemed to be there and nothing, it was indeed as if there were gods to settle down.

And his goal was that God.

Zeus, the lord of the gods, the one who wields thunder and lightning.

Froude asked Enoch if he had noticed anything unusual on the mountain recently. Sudden lights, loud noises, changes in the landscape or local temperatures, etc., are almost inevitable once the fabled being awakens.

But the middle-aged father said that everything was normal on the mountain. The snow at the top of it is illuminated when the morning sun rises or falls. Glows with a dreamy divine light. However, this is a strange landscape that will be there for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. No matter how outsiders who first arrived here looked at it, as a local native, he was already surprised.

Froude stopped talking to him. Christina prophesied the awakening of Zeus. That god, or another powerful species, was more powerful than the Candle Dragon and Lucifer. She accurately predicted the place of awakening - Olympus. But then she could not predict the time accurately. Only one approximate inference can be drawn.

According to her reasoning, Zeus should have awakened between four days ago and thirteen days later. So Froude quickly adjusted his mentality after a slight loss - at least it was too bad, and he could wait. It's better than Zeus waking up and leaving, and they missed it.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. The sun fell on his face through the car window, and his body quickly warmed up and became too warm, oozing a slight sweat.

The road leading to the villa where he and Christina were temporarily living was not in good condition, and the car was a little bumpy. But he was too tired to care about the bumps, but felt a little sleepy because of this ups and downs.

Just as he felt like he was about to fall asleep, the man in the car spoke.

He asked softly, as if he were talking to an old friend with whom he had a very good relationship, "What are you doing in such a place?" It's been a long time since anyone has been in the mood to try to conquer that mountain. ”

"Get something done." Froude, who was dazed, replied casually. But the next moment he opened his eyes sharply and looked at the man named Enoch in surprise.

This kind of thing doesn't happen very often. Froude knew how powerful his power was—and everyone would bow down to him, with a great sense of reverence. The spiritually infected person is like a trembling cultist in front of him, and he himself is the supreme leader.

But this man actually showed such an attitude. In fact, the man was a bit of an anomaly when he was first controlled - he didn't bow down, he just became extremely submissive. Froude had been in this situation before - it meant that the man had great mental strength and willpower. It is true that a very small number of ordinary people may have such a rare talent, and he has indeed encountered such a person.

Because of this experience, he was only "slightly surprised" at first. But he didn't expect this man to take the initiative to chat with him...... This means that the father, named Enoch, has far more willpower than he thought.

There are two explanations for this situation – one, he is also a capable person. Two, his willpower is really strong. It's incredibly strong. Strong enough that even the First Saints of the Gate of Truth could only make him submissive, not completely enslave him.

Froude grasped the pistol in his pocket at this moment.

But the man next to him only looked at him with a slight surprise, and then turned to concentrate on driving again—as any ordinary person would do when he saw Froude's face at this time.

Froude took a second to ponder the first possibility, then dismissed it. In any way, this man could not have been an agent who had been ordered to hunt down him and Christina, otherwise he wouldn't have had to ask such a sentence to startle and get his attention.

So...... Is this really an ordinary person who is "different"?

Froude frowned and whispered, "You're chatting with me?" ”

Enoch glanced at him and smiled, "Of course." But if you mind—"

"No, I don't mind." Froude said as he looked at him closely. It was a middle-aged man, but gray hair had grown from his forehead. He has an angular face and a strong, powerful chin. Although he is not a beautiful man, he also has a rough and tough charm.

As for his eyes, they were bright and unusually bright. Strong-willed people mostly have this trait, and it's not a trait enough to arouse suspicion.

A mountain guide...... Froude rubbed his chin. If you think about it from this point of view, it makes sense that people who are not strong enough will will not be able to do this job.

He said he didn't mind, and the man spoke again: "So...... We're going to climb the mountain in a while? But it's not a good time, I think it's going to snow tomorrow, and we haven't done a lot of preparation. ”

The man's words further dispelled Flaude's suspicions—government agents would never say that. They will wisely choose to remain silent or pretend to be genuinely afraid of themselves and obedient. And doing so now would only make you more interested in him – and that wasn't a good choice.

So...... is really an ordinary person with unimaginable mental power and willpower.

Froude smiled regretfully in his heart—in the past, such people were a rare and precious resource. Once transformed into an alien with intelligence, then he will be a terrifying combat machine. It's a pity that this time is different from the past, and he has become a lost dog. (To be continued......)