Greek Mythology: My Father is the God-King Zeus

Chapter 225 Heroes Attack

Hearing that there were followers of His Highness Demeter outside, Mitstos immediately said: "Hurry and invite them over."

But he was murmuring in his heart: Why did His Highness Demeter's followers come to him so quickly? They got the news just after he executed the dead fat pig?

After a while, a group of people wearing simple clothes and holding farm tools were brought in. As soon as they saw Mitstos, they all fell to their knees and shouted loudly: "Peace be with you, Your Highness Mitstos! Peace be with Your Highness Demeter!"

Mitstos looked at their excited expressions and couldn't help but feel a little moved and complicated in his heart. He knew that these people were farmers who truly believed in His Highness Demeter, and they were full of awe and worship for him.

He was also one of them before! But he had better luck and became the god of His Highness Hypnos.

"Everyone, get up." Mitstos waved his hand, and a surge of divine power rushed to the farmers and helped them up.

"Thank you, Your Highness Mitstos!" After the farmers stood up, they all bowed to thank Mitstos.

Mitstos looked at their plain faces and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. He remembered that he had once been one of them, working hard every day, but could barely make ends meet. But now, he has become a god and has endless power and lifespan, which has strengthened his belief and determination.

"What did you come to see me for?" Mitstos asked, looking at them.

"Reply to His Highness Meterstos." One of the older farmers stood up and said: "We are followers of His Highness Demeter. We heard that you became a god and dominated the city-state of Rafid. We came here specially. Come to express our respect and gratitude to you.”

"They claim to be followers of His Highness Perseveni," the guard replied.

"Because you are the savior of our farmers!" the old farmer said excitedly: "Over the years, we have been exploited and oppressed by Petroyes, living in dire straits. Now you have appeared and brought Petroyes to the rescue." Bringing that villain Yes to justice gives us hope. We believe that under your leadership, we will be able to live a better life!"

After hearing this, Mitstos finally understood their purpose. It turned out that he came to express his gratitude and respect to himself. This made him feel touched and proud.

As soon as this group of people entered the hall, they all bowed to Mitestos and shouted: "Peace be with His Highness Mitstos! Peace be with His Highness Persevanni!"

And he was a peasant, without the blood of gods, just an ordinary human being. He was inspired by Hypnos to become the god of dreams, although he was only a small god with weak divine power. But he is already far away from human beings.

Priests are people who serve the gods and are regarded as the humans closest to the gods. Sometimes they can even receive a trace of the gods' power.

The older priest continued: "His Royal Highness Persevani will publicize everything about you becoming a god, are you willing?"

Mitstos said with some surprise: "Has His Highness Persephany been paying attention to me? I am just a little god of dreams, how can I deserve the attention of the great His Highness Persevani?"

"Oh? Who is he?" Mitstos asked with some confusion.

"Thank you, Your Highness Mitstos!" The farmers shouted loudly again and bowed to thank Mitstos.

"Don't worry." Mitstos looked at them and said: "I will do my best to let you live a better life. As long as you believe in His Highness Hypnos and His Highness Demeter, I believe in you We will definitely have a bright future.”

"Believers of His Highness Persephany?" Mitstos's heart moved. His Highness Persephany is the current God King. Why do his followers come to him?

However, Mitstos immediately said: "Hurry up and invite them in."

After a while, a group of people wearing white robes and holding magic staffs were brought in.

Mitstos looked at them with a smile, his heart full of pride and ambition. He knows that his responsibility is heavy, but he is confident that he will lead the people of Rafid City-State towards a better future. This is not only for yourself, but also for the farmers who believe in you.

At this time, another guard hurried in and knelt in front of Mitstos and said: "Report to His Highness Mitstos! There is another group of people outside who want to see you!"

One of the older-looking priests stood up and said, "Returning to Your Highness Mitstos, we are the representatives of believers stationed in various city-states by His Highness Persephany. I heard that you became a god and dominated Rafi. German city-state, so we came over.”

Although the priest said the question, Mitstos is not that stupid. This is the propaganda that His Highness Persephany wants!

From the beginning of the world to the present, there has never been a precedent for humans to become gods. Gods can only be created by the world or between gods, or by nymphs and demigods.

"Thank you?" Mitstos looked at them with some confusion, "Why do you want to thank me?"

Mitstos looked at their respectful expressions and couldn't help but feel curious. He waved for them to stand up, and then asked: "You are followers of His Highness Persephany. Do you have any business with me?"

Thinking of this, Meterstus had already figured it out. Persefani wanted to use him to mobilize the enthusiasm of all humans!

Meisterstos could not help but marvel at Persefani's wisdom and foresight. He realized that Persevani's move was not only to promote himself, but also to inspire all humans to believe that they could become gods, so that they could work harder to pursue faith and power.

This strategy is undoubtedly very clever, because it can not only enhance Persevani's reputation and influence, but also enhance humans' awe and worship of the gods. As the core figure of this strategy, Mitstos will also receive more attention and respect.

Thinking of this, Mitstos couldn't help but feel a little excited and proud. He didn't expect that he could become an important chess piece in the hands of His Highness Persephany, building a bridge for communication between humans and gods. "Please tell His Highness Persephany." Mitstos looked at the elderly priest and said: "I am very honored to be the object of his propaganda. I am willing to show my experience and strength to all humans, so that They see the power of faith and hard work.”

"Great!" The elderly priest said excitedly: "His Royal Highness Persevanni will be happy for your generosity and courage. We believe that with your help, humans will be able to believe in the gods more firmly. , and even have the chance to become a god.”

Mitstos nodded and said: "Priest of His Highness Persephany, do you have anything else to do now? I don't think this small matter does not require the priest of His Highness Persevani to come over in person. .”

The old priest nodded and said: "Yes, this is indeed not necessary, but we want you to leave your divine power on pieces of paper so that more humans can feel your power."

Mitstos nodded immediately and said, "No problem."

Mitstos stretched out his palm, and a dream-like power emerged from his palm, gradually condensing into tiny points of light. These light spots float gently in the air, as if they have their own life and consciousness. Then, with a slight wave of his hand, these light spots flew to the paper in the elderly priest's hand and adhered to it one by one.

Every piece of paper seems to be endowed with magical power and emits a faint light. These papers will become a propaganda tool for His Highness Persephany, allowing more humans to feel the divine power of Meterstus, thereby more firmly believing in the gods and pursuing a higher realm.

Looking at these papers full of divine power, the elderly priest was extremely excited. He knew that these papers would become a link of communication between humans and gods, allowing more humans to feel the power and grace of gods.

"Your Highness Mitstos, your generosity and selflessness will always be remembered by mankind." The elderly priest said gratefully: "We believe that with your help, mankind will be able to move towards a better future."

Mitstos looked at them with a smile, nodded and said, "Then let's go publicize it first. I hope to complete His Highness Persephany's mission as soon as possible!"

Just after the priest of Persephany left, Mitstos had a pale look on his face. He sighed. The matter of leaving divine power on the paper seemed simple, but it was It consumes a lot of divine power.

The guard next to him looked at Mitstos with a worried look and said, "Your Highness Mitstos, are you okay? How are you doing now?"

Mitstos shook his head, indicating that he was fine. He knew that as a god, having divine power was a matter of course. However, divine power is not infinite and requires constant practice and recovery. He had just consumed a lot of divine power to complete His Highness Persevani's mission, so he felt a little weak now.

"I'm fine." Mitstos looked at the guard next to him and said, "I just used up some divine power. Just take a rest."

As for this rest not being what the guards thought, Mitstos didn't say anything about it. He wanted to keep himself mysterious so that he could become an idol of mankind.

As for the possibility of the next god appearing, this matter is quite uncertain to Mitstos. Even if there is one, it is only possible for humans who are the kind of geniuses in the sky and who will be of great benefit to His Highness Persephany.

The guard nodded, but still had a worried look on his face. He knew that His Highness Mitstos was the guardian of Rafid City State, and if something happened to him, the entire city state would be in crisis.

Mitstos looked at the worried expressions of the guards and couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart. He knew that these guards were people who truly cared about him. He smiled and said to them: "Don't worry. I am a god and nothing will happen to me easily. As long as you protect the city of Rafid, you will be my greatest support."

After hearing Mitstos's words, the guards nodded to express their understanding. They knew that Mitestus, as a god, had his own responsibilities and missions, and they could not interfere in it. But they can do their best to protect the city-state of Rafid and let Meterstos complete his mission without any worries.

Mitstos looked at their firm eyes, and his heart was full of pride and ambition. He knows that his responsibility is heavy, but he is confident that he will lead the people of Rafid City-State towards a better future. This is not only for yourself, but also for the farmers and guards who believe in you.

In the days that followed, Mitstos began to govern the city-state of Rafid. He first reorganized the order of the city and brought those who had done all kinds of evil to justice. Then he began to improve the living conditions of the farmers, lighten their burdens, and enable them to live a better life.

At the same time, Mitstos has not forgotten his mission. He began to spread the faith of His Highness Hypnos in the city-state, letting more people understand and believe in him. He also built a temple dedicated to the statues of His Highness Hypnos and His Highness Demeter, giving believers a place to worship.

Thanks to Mitstos' efforts, the city-state of Rafid gradually became prosperous. The living standards of farmers have been improved, and the order of the city-state has been maintained. More and more people began to believe in His Highness Hypnos and His Highness Demeter, regarding them as their patron saints.

And Mitstos's reputation gradually spread throughout the world of Chaos.

The heroes wandering on the earth felt not angry at all. None of them had become gods. Why could this ordinary human be? You must know that they have the blood of gods flowing through them!

Some of these heroes come from distant mountains and rivers, and some lurk in the deep oceans. Each of them possesses powerful strength and unparalleled courage. They have fought against ferocious monsters and rescued countless humans in trouble. It is precisely because of this that they are called heroes.

However, despite their countless efforts and despite the blood of gods flowing through them, they have never been able to cross that step and become true gods. But now, they heard that an ordinary human being, a peasant without the blood of a god, had become a god, which they found unacceptable.

And a hero near the city-state of Rafid, Phillips, rushed towards the city-state of Rafid frantically. His eyes turned red. He didn't believe it. He was the descendant of the fire god Hephaestus. He None of them have become gods. How can a lowly peasant become a god?

Phillips' eyes, eyebrows, and hair are all red, but his appearance is not similar to the god of fire Hephaestus. Maybe there is something wrong with his identity.

(End of this chapter)