Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 597 Perseus, Grandpa is here to kill you
The ship sailing against the wind and waves arrived at the port. The magnificent ship made everyone at the port stop what they were doing and look up.

This ship, which seems to be decorated with gold, really exudes a full atmosphere of wealth, making people curious about where this ship came from.

The figure walking down from the ship was very recognizable, to the point where people at the port could recognize him at a glance.

"It's Perseus! He's back!"

"It's Perseus! Perseus who has set out on a journey to defeat the sea monster Keto!"

The grand farewell celebration that Acrisius had given Perseus when he set out from Argos a few months ago.

Almost everyone knows that his grandson, the half-human, half-god Perseus, vowed to defeat the sea monster Keto and embarked on a journey for this purpose.

Although everyone had different ideas about whether Perseus could successfully defeat Keto, no one had thought that Perseus would return after only a few months.

Moreover, he returned on a ship that was even bigger and more magnificent than the one he had left on.

Seeing that it was Perseus who came back, the people at the port instantly lost their nervousness. Those who were a little familiar with Perseus even greeted him and wanted to ask him how his trip was going.

"Is this Argos?"

Standing with Perseus was a wheat-colored beauty, his new wife, Andromeda.

When Andromeda first came to Argos, she couldn't help but observe curiously, wondering what the difference was between this place and her hometown and the sanctuary.

"Well, this is Argos, where I grew up."

Perseus was no longer like he used to be, with a silly smile on his face. Instead, he looked a little worried.

Andromeda knew that Perseus had been a little unhappy since that day.

At first, she thought that Perseus just had some trauma in his heart and was unable to get over it.

But later, Perseus told her that he was unhappy only because he had some bad premonitions in his heart that kept weighing on his mind.

I thought this ominous feeling would disappear after returning to Argos, but it became even more severe.

Perseus's face was twisted, and one could tell at a glance that he was not in a good mood.

"Let's go back quickly. I can't wait to meet your mother."

Only when Andromeda mentioned Perseus' mother did his frown relax a little.

"Then Andromeda you better be ready, mother."

Perseus thought about it and finally used a difficult description.

"My mother is a very special person. She rarely gets emotional because of other people, except when she mentions my father."

It has been like this since he was a child. The thing Perseus saw most on his mother Danaë's face was a smile, which was far less than the attention his grandfather Acrisius paid to him.

But Perseus still knew that his mother didn't dislike him, it's just that his mother was like that, with that kind of personality.

The mother's heart is only touched by the father, and it is difficult for others, even her child Perseus, to have any effect.

Perseus was used to it, but in order to prevent Andromeda from having her expectations dashed, he still gave her a reminder.

"That's really strange," Andromeda muttered. Both Perseus and Perseus' father and mother were weird people.

But perhaps it is precisely because of their strangeness that they all seem so attractive.

The fleet carried Andromeda's dowry, as well as many specialties and treasures unique to Ethiopia, forming a huge team.

Many curious people watched and followed the team, trying to pick up some gold cakes or precious gems that fell on the ground.

The news that Perseus had brought his wife, a foreign princess, quickly began to spread from the mouths of gossipers.

Andromeda had no code of keeping a low profile, and Perseus aimed to become a hero and leave a legend behind.

With tacit approval, the story of Perseus first killing Medusa and then eliminating Keto spread rapidly.

This legendary feat naturally earned Perseus countless praises and greatly satisfied his heroic aspirations.

Don’t talk about whether it’s noble or not, just tell me how nice it is to return home in glory.
Perseus was a little happy, but his actions, unintentionally, seemed to be consistent with the operation of building momentum for seizing power.

Perhaps Perseus and Andromeda had never thought about this aspect at all, so they didn't pay attention to these details at all.

When the news reached the palace, Acrisius, leaning on the throne, uttered a sound like the wind whistling from his chest.

"Whether you want my throne or not, let us put an end to this prophesied fate in the most direct way."

He can run away, he can evade.

As long as he changed his identity, fled to another country, or hid in the wilderness, Acrisius could avoid the original prophecy and continue to survive.

But what dignity and meaning would there be in running away to that extent out of fear?

Acrisius breathed heavily, his old body becoming increasingly engorged with blood with every breath he took.

It was as if the whistling sound of the wind blowing across the chest gradually became calmer and more powerful.

"Unknown demon, please bear witness to this meaningless fight of humanity."

"I will face the prophecy and my fears head on."

As if he had regained his youth, Acrisius stood up from the throne. His originally weak body was now as strong as Perseus.

The slender red figure was in the shadow above the palace, looking at everything below with indifference.

On a whim, she stopped and wanted to see what kind of courage this old man who wanted to kill his grandson with his own hands could show.

To what level can one push his power with such an inexplicable desire to kill his own grandson?
But no matter what, just by looking at Acrisius's current state, Typhon knew that his will was enough to drive the power he wanted.

This power is really a bit inexplicable. She obviously has an extraordinary talent for magnetic fields, but she is not as good as these humans in willpower and momentum.

The tiny human being is what Typhon needs to learn from at this moment.

Learn the pure killing intent and fighting spirit that is born from fighting over meaningless things.

Typhon raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards the palace, and her face immediately showed some confusion.

This smell is very familiar.
(End of this chapter)