Greek and Roman Mythology

Relax and hike up the hill in Hercules.

She runs around with a wooden sword in her right hand.

You see a field of weeds and wildflowers, and the red cows of the Garion, the target of the trials, far away.

It is about 1.5 times larger than normal cows and has red color, even if the skin is covered in red ink.

But a horn is the normal color of any cow.

Gulp -

Maybe it's because he's red.

Meat looks good like meat on display at a butcher shop.

I think I'll be able to eat enough meat if I catch one.

Hercules wondered if he would only eat one of those cows.

A lot. I don't know how many.

Then the answer is out!

You wouldn't happen to know if you were sneaking one out, would you? I wouldn't blame you for that. '

Her lips curl with her tongue as she swallows her saliva. Her hands grip the wooden sword increasingly hard.

I don't see Orthos, the underling of Urethion and the dog guarding the thief.

Hercules looked back, thinking he was doing well.

The currents that hang down their shoulders are coming after them, groaning and limping like a weak person.

She tries to draw the tide in, maybe a little alone.

"Currents, should we eat beef in a long time?"

"Ha."

The current sighs and nods.

I don't want to stop him.

If you eat, you eat. If you don't eat, you don't eat.

It doesn't matter.

In fact, even if I try to stop her, I can't stop her who has already decided to eat the cow.

Besides, Garion's cows are known to be over 500, so it doesn't matter.

With the agreement of the Currents, Hercules begins to run towards the Huddak Cows.

Hundreds of cows grazed peacefully, drinking without shaking, even when currents and Hercules suddenly appeared.

"Pick a cow just like a falcon seeking food. Let's just pick something to eat."

I said, "No. I want to be the tastiest man alive. Hmm... oh, what about this guy? Uh, no."

Hercules wanders around, wondering which of the herds would taste good.

Once the cows were marked for death at the moment of their choice, they stopped eating grass and trembled.

After that, I can see him sighing.

Hercules, by the way, picked out a tasty one.

"Let's do this!"

Mmm-hmm!

The chosen cow tried to run away crying, realizing she was now dead.

But it's not Hercules to just watch.

She moves to the side of the cow that tightens her hind legs to jump, flashing - and raises the cow with super-strength. After a quick descent down the hill, she starts to light a campfire.

"We can't just run away."

Pow. Pow.

Uuuhhh!!!

She looks at the cruel act of breaking all four legs and goes to gather branches around her, grinning and smiling.

Whether the slaughter means leaving it to the Currents, she focuses on gathering the burns and lighting a campfire.

The currents slowly descend the hill, shaking their heads as they see the broken leg of a cow that cannot escape.

Hercules seems to be in a very urgent state of hyperemia lately.

'This is not good.'

It is difficult to behave like a myth with a hasty personality, angry and self-indulgent attitude.

I'll have to change my habits soon.

Whatever you have to do now, slaughter cows in front of you to fill Hercules' hungry stomach.

"And fill my belly with it. '

Just like when we slaughtered the Lion of Nemea. I made a long, thin blade of Longsword by crafting goods with the mind.

"Hmm.."

I didn't have to do it as a living thing, so I stuck Longsword into the cow's forehead and killed her.

When I saw the cows withering from resistance, I made a short dagger for slaughtering and brought it to the red cow, I immediately remembered the notification window.

When you nod and respond to the question, do you want to slaughter it automatically, your body starts to move freely.

Using the system to slaughter beautifully, a large cow quickly separated the bones and flesh.

She pretends to be on her own when she makes a punctured pan, pedestal, and tongs for Hercules to escape the oil.

Place the pedestal next to the campfire and place a wide plate on top of it and start baking the meat.

The scent of beef spreads widely, with a delicious tickling sound.

The grey smoke rose high in the sky.

When the meat is almost cooked, quack, quack! You hear a sound of distortion.

"Who dares to roast meat here!"

Bang with a loud voice! Bang! The ground shook and there appeared a bald giant with a skull.

"Erythion and Orthors?"

Since Garion says he's three or two, that Giant must be Urethion.

And the dog down there, three times the size of a normal dog, would be Orthos.

If only I had more than one head, I'd be as magnificent as Cerberus in the underworld.

Thinking about it without thread, I moved all the grilled meat onto the plate with a tong.

"You bastards!! How dare you kill Garion's Cow and be safe!!"

Urethion, who had become indifferent to his disrespect, ran screaming, followed by a dog named Orthos.

Orthors, who was late in his departure but jumped off the hill at a rapid pace due to his faction's nature, took a high leap toward Hercules.

Hercules stands up with a wooden sword placed on the ground in the shadow of his head.

She holds a wooden sword in both hands and takes a full swing.

"You arrogant son of a bitch...!"

A wooden sword swings like a baseball bat as you spit it out.

Huuuh- The streets hit the abdomen, avoiding Orthos' claws and teeth, along with a fierce wind pressure.

Phew ─!

Boom!

Screams erupt from two heads with a cool strike.

Instead of finishing there, the dog whips and flies over the Eurytion, jumping down the exact hill.

"Orthors! Khhhhh!"

The blinking Urethion, looking at the flying dog, tries to get the dog with open arms, but it's too late.

On the way down, Orthos rolls on the ground, slammed into a massive impact.

Cai 'ayn... khew!

Orthors, with two heads, vomited golden powder out of his mouth, shaking his body in a heartbeat, rupturing his intestines by Hercules' wooden sword.

As soon as Eurytion gets up and sees Orthors laying on top of himself, Orthos' life is cut off.

Even though he is a monster from the trials, he still climbed to the top of the road because he allowed Hercules to strike with a single blow.

To be honest, Nemea's lions and HYDRA have been unreasonably strong, and the monsters that have emerged since then have all been weak.

"You guys!! I won't forgive you!"

"Hmph, what if I don't forgive you? Secondly, with the one that ate a cow...."

"Grrrgh!"

The loading dock is also waterlogged.

Hercules snorts and provokes Urethion.

Obviously, one of the more than 500 cows was a disgraceful word for Uretheon, who had worked his whole life as a digger.

Just one?

A family of cows.

I've been working hard on what Garion entrusted me with, and it was slaughtered by a random intruder.

His face distorts roughly as he falls in love with Eurytion's glittering bald-hair and blood vessels bloom.

I could see how angry he was.

"I'll kill you ─ ─ ─!"

Urethion, with his two fists burning, jumps to his feet.

Hercules still looks relaxed when he sees Eurytion speeding towards the ground, exhaling an overwhelming aura.

Let's finish this and eat some meat. With a face, she takes a few steps forward as Urethion approaches to reach out his fist.

"I dare to kill someone. Be arrogant."

Shhh! Slug!

The moment I stepped forward, the wooden sword in Hercules' hand disappeared.

Immediately, a total of nine solid lines are drawn in the air, along with the sound of cutting the wind.

"Khhhhh!"

Nine strikes aimed only at the crucial point hit the body of Urethion.

High attacking power lands a critical blow on Urethion, and he falls on his knees straight ahead.

After a while, his body turned to golden powder and disappeared.

"It's no big deal!"

Hercules has begun to eat heavily sedentary meat.

The currents really put a speck of meat in her mouth, thinking she had changed.

Well - The moment I thought a dead Uretheon was raising a cow really well, I remembered a notification window.

[You killed Orthors, the miniature Urethion, and the two-headed dog that captures the thief.]

[This will go into Garion's ears in five minutes.]

[Hearing the news, he will come looking for you in a furious hand club!]

[It is said to belong to the child of God or to malformed babies, but it is clear that God's blood runs through his veins.]

[You'd better be careful.]

[Remaining 45: 00 until the Garion strikes]

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This is a reservation

I wonder if I'm still alive.