Argos.

It is a majestic city standing on the coast, with the sea on one side and the mountains on the other.

Over the centuries, Argos has been built into a magnificent wonder of humanity.

The city is divided into two districts.

The two towns are separated by high walls and guards.

Ordinary freemen and slaves lived in the lower town, where there were many people from other cities and countries every day.

It is a breeding ground for sin and a cradle for the prosperity of the foot traders.

The Upper Town, which was separated by high walls, was inhabited by the noble officers of the whole country and their relatives and dependents, in addition to the servants and slaves who served the nobles of the entire Upper Town.

The prosperity and luxury here are entirely the result of the entire downtown area of Downtown.

At the highest point of the upper city, there was a magnificent palace, and Dragu left where Mawson was being held and, supported by a group of soldiers, came to the main entrance of the palace.

He is the head of the palace guards, and he is also a well-known swordsman in the entire Argos, regardless of the killing skills of the army, the simple competition of swordsmanship, the whole Argos is probably no one is his opponent.

"Your Excellency!"

The palace guards bowed their heads.

"His Majesty is waiting for you."

Dragu nodded, "I see." ”

He patted the guard on the shoulder, "Tomorrow is a big day, all of them should be vigilant for me not to make mistakes." ”

Sonor!

The guards clenched their weapons.

"Yes, sir!"

Dragu pushed open the inner door of the palace with a heavy heart.

"Hahaha!"

The music sounded, the palace was brightly lit, and King Cleus sat on a splendid bench, and beside him were two fair-skinned beautiful maidens, who were only adorned with some pitiful cloth on the key parts.

One poured wine, and the other chuckled as he fed the grapes in his mouth to Kerfus.

Seeing Dragus enter, Kefus's eyes regained clarity, he waved his hand, and the maids and servants around him retreated, and soon only he and Dragu were left in the room.

"Is it all arranged?"

Kephes asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"The Oriental man was tall, muscular, and at least on the surface, he looked like a powerful guy."

"But did you really decide to make him the last sacrifice of the celebration?"

Dragu hesitated.

"Your Majesty, this will anger the gods!"

During the annual ceremony, the final duels of the celebration are highlighted, and Argos selects the strongest warriors to perform the most exciting battles.

Then sacrifice to the gods with the blood and life of the strong, and the stronger the dead, the higher the standard of the celebration, and it can also reflect the devotion to the gods.

In the original plan, the final battle was to be fought by the undefeated legend Arius in the gladiatorial arena and the powerful slave warrior Maca.

The winner will be rewarded by the king and will be freed.

But now the final candidate has been temporarily changed to an unknown Oriental.

In Argos, the black-haired, black-eyed Orientals are ostracized by mainstream society, and because of their hair color, they see them as the offspring of heresy and demons, and as ominous symbols.

In such a celebration for the gods, it is blasphemy to send an Oriental to the highest gladiatorial arena and then sacrifice to the gods!

This is damned!

In their hearts, fighting with Arius, the Oriental man was dead.

"Do a good job of defending Argos, that's your job, Dragu."

Kerphes's voice was low, and it was clear that he had made up his mind.

"Your Majesty......"

"If I want to please the gods, I can go to war myself......"

Kephes raised his hand.

"God?"

He sneered.

"They've been in heaven for too long, it's time to be pulled down from the altar!"

"We worship the gods, we provide them with food for cattle and sheep and young and beautiful women, but what have they done for us?"

"Wars, hunger, pestilence, and death!"

Kephes stood up.

"I've had enough of it all!"

He stared into Dragu's eyes.

"What about you?"

"Have you forgotten how your daughter died?"

"Or is your blood cold?!"

Kephes snorted coldly.

Dragu bowed his head.

"I understand, Your Majesty!"

"But now that we're weak, have you forgotten Akrisios?"

"He angered Zeus, and the whole country was scorched ......"

"It is said that Zeus also defiled his wife, and this happened that he had to sink his beloved wife and newborn child into the sea."

"Don't say it, I've made up my mind."

"Even if it is with my life and the whole nation, I want the gods to hear my voice!"

Kefus's old face was not angry and arrogant, where did he have the panic just now at this time.

"Tomorrow's celebration is just the beginning, and I've already sent someone to Parsos."

Dragu raised his head sharply, "Your Majesty! ”

"Are you going to tear down the statue of Zeus?"

Kephes nodded.

"After tomorrow, Argos will no longer need God, and humanity will no longer need God!"

…………

"Adult ......"

The door was slammed lightly, and a familiar voice came from outside the door, it was the other woman who had bathed Mawson last night, and Mawson remembered her name.

Chloe.

"It's not early, it's time for you to get up."

Mawson opened his eyes, he rolled over and got out of bed, his hands slightly clenched into fists, and a familiar force emerged from the depths of his cells.

The process of assimilation was slower than he thought, and although it might be difficult to be as unscrupulous as in other worlds, it should be enough to protect himself.

It is imperative that we understand the context and power of the world as soon as possible.

Hearing the noise in the house, Chloe pushed the door open, and it was getting dark, and it was only then that Mawson noticed that the woman named Chloe was a brown-skinned beauty.

But I don't know if it's because of her personality or because of her identity, her eyes are lowered, and she doesn't dare to make contact with Mawson.

Picking up the armor next to her, she equipped it one by one for Mawson.

This special armor for ceremonial purposes is so cumbersome that a person simply cannot wear it.

At this time, a maid came in with a tray with a plate of sumptuous food, mainly meat, and a pot of wine.

"The celebration starts in the morning, but the gladiatorial fight will probably wait until the afternoon, after this meal, I will take you to the fighting room, where you can do some light training and also pick a few weapons again."

Chloe whispered.

Mawson nodded, and ate the food on his plate cleanly, and he didn't know how the engineer did it, not only could he not find any trace of the eternal fire in his body, but even the energy core in his chest disappeared.

The energy provided by food was far beyond Mawson's imagination, and Mawson could even keenly feel the abundant energy fluctuations in the air.

"What kind of world is this?"

Curious, Mawson followed Chloe out of the room.