Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 679 The ultimate sex with death as the goal!

"I can't hear any sound inside."

Nephthys stood up in distress. She tried many methods but failed to eavesdrop on what was happening in the quiet room.

This couldn't help but make her feel distressed. Wouldn't it be meaningless to live like this?

"Why are you so defensive? Really..."

Nephthys's whisper fell into Menage's ears, and the simple girl responded without giving any face.

"But didn't Goddess Isis say that we should discuss this in private? If we hear it, can it still be called a private discussion?"

If something is written for others to read, can it be called a diary?
"What do you know? I'm just caring about them both!"

Nephthys said confidently.

"What if that man wants to molest Isis? What if he molests Isis and gets knocked to the ground?"

"If we can't even hear them calling for help, aren't we just going to sit back and watch this tragedy happen before our eyes?"

In a sense, Nephthys's worries were not unfounded.

Eros really wanted to cry for help at this moment. As a weak magician, his body was not as strong as before, made of copper and iron, and his durability was strong enough to fight a thousand-day battle.

In this situation, Isis also used sex magic that could make even a dead person hard and make a living person feel pleasure.

This was simply a gesture of squeezing the life out of Eros.

In this situation, Eros could do nothing but cry for help.

However, the protection he and Isis had put in place to keep the secret became his most desperate wall of sighs at this moment.

"Don't waste your energy. If you have time to yell, you might as well use it on me."

Amid Isis's dangerous whispers, Eros explained again and again.

"No, there really isn't a drop left this time."

"No, you can continue."

Isis's face became more and more terrifying in Eros' eyes, and she pinched Eros hard.

"Even if it dies, it has to satisfy me~"

The sex that is heading straight for death as the final limit and risking one's life begins.

However, this tragic thing happened in a secret room where no one could observe it. No matter what kind of noise was made, no one outside would know.

Outside the secret room, Nephthys, bored, was still playing chess with Menage and the others, waiting for Eros and Isis to "finish their talk".

Even though I've said so much, since I can't eavesdrop, there's nothing I can do but wait patiently.

To pass the time, they played chess and chatted.

In fact, Nephthys was no match for these two beginners and could only try to divert their attention by chatting.

"Speaking of which, Goddess Nephthys, why do you like my little master?"

Hermes asked casually as he put down the chess piece.

"Although my little master is gifted and intelligent, she is still just an ordinary person. How can she be worthy of your concern, goddess?"

“Talent or not is not important.”

"Even a waste like you can be easily trained into something useful if I want."

Nephthys said something hurtful without realizing it, which made Hermes' face turn black. What do you mean she is a waste? She is the fastest in Olympus, the number one henchman of the God King, and the messenger of heaven.

If she is considered trash, then 80% of the goddesses in Olympus are trash among trash.

"What matters is whether you have a heart that values ​​life and this world."

Nephthys said with a serious look the words that usually appear in children's works.

"I can see at a glance that this child has a pure heart. Although she doesn't like to talk much, she is kind and compassionate inside."

"So, I must let her govern the world and put this terrible and chaotic world back on track."

Looking at her confident expression, Nephthys really thought so from the bottom of her heart.

Because of Ra's inaction and extreme selfishness, the world has been stagnant for too long and has been hurt too deeply.

As the goddess who is the source of life and the embodiment of the Nile River, Nephthys may not look very reliable, but in her heart she is a kind goddess who laments for the innocent lives that died under the scorching sun.

Once upon a time, the bargaining chip that Isis used to impress her was that Isis would help her and make people's lives better.

Then Isis did fulfill her promise and, as a goddess, established a country on the banks of the Nile, bringing people together and using the power and knowledge of unity to begin transforming living conditions.

Then Nephthys gave her the power of life as a reward, and then planned to go further.

The ruthless sun in the sky will never interfere as long as it does not involve its own affairs.

So Nephthys originally planned to let nature take its course and let Isis and her children rule the entire earth, but she encountered an option that was more in line with her preferences along the way.

But in the current situation, the sun boat that travels back and forth between life and death day and night, the sun god who has neither mercy nor hatred, has intervened in this matter.

Speaking of this, Nephthys felt a little annoyed.

She didn't know what that guy was thinking, let alone whether he would make the final decision.

Things that I could easily complete naturally now seem a bit troublesome.

And Nephthys's idea seemed a little too naive to Hermes.

Dionysus is indeed a compassionate and good person, a good man who will lend a helping hand to those in distress on the roadside.

But putting the world back on track is not something that a merciful saint king can do.

But Hermes had no intention of ruining Nephthys's plan. He let Eros worry about such things. She was just an errand boy.

But another person on the side asked his question very directly.

"Goddess Nephthys, I think it's inappropriate to judge whether someone is qualified based on kindness alone, right?"

Menage frowned slightly and spoke subconsciously, then was frightened by Nephthys's sudden gaze.

"Of course, I'm not saying your idea is bad or anything, I just think this is a bit too hasty."

Although he tried to make amends in a panic, Menage still expressed his thoughts.

"Although I don't really understand this, but a kind king is not necessarily a good king, right?"

"There will always be evil things that happen, and there will always be cruel things that have to be done. If the king could only be merciful and pity everyone, wouldn't that be a disaster?"

Pursing her lips slightly, despite the risk of angering the goddess, Menage still insisted on speaking out.

She didn't know why she cared about this kind of thing, but she did.

"Evil also has its own meaning. Being blindly kind can save nothing."

(End of this chapter)