Zongman: People in Chaldea, all the group members are wives

Atalanta continued to look down.

Sure enough, even more exciting things are yet to come!

"The female hunter admired the bravery of the flawless man and vowed to marry him in her lifetime."

"But what the huntress didn't know was that the God of Hunting she believed in also had a crush on the Flawless One!"

"In order to take away the love of the Immaculate, the goddess Artemis left the temple on the moon and came to the world on the hunting day of Arcadia, and personally gave the Immaculate the honor of champion."

"That night, everyone saw the beautiful sight of the sky blooming."

"The flawless man presents a painting to the goddess in the night."

"Even the gods are taking notice!"

"The female hunter became jealous and dissatisfied with the god she believed in..."

OK, OK, that's how it's written, right?!

Atalanta glanced at the signature of the epic poem expressionlessly and memorized the name on it.

"Socrates............I'll remember you!"

"Don't ever let me know where you are!"

The female hunter is very vengeful!

This guy actually dared to make up such a story about me. He deserves to die!

He took a breath and suppressed his anger.

Atalanta finished reading the entire epic with difficulty, and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

"A Tribute to the Protesters" records the life of a brave man, although many parts are fabricated. After all, Socrates has never seen Zoe in person, and many details can only be filled in by imagination or hearsay.

But it's always a thoughtful gesture.

At least, he left this book behind, allowing the name Zoe to live forever in human civilization.

“Isn’t this a kind of eternal life?”

Atalanta remembered that Zoe once said that human death is divided into three processes.

First, death at the biological level.

The heart stops beating, breathing stops, all physiological reactions stop, and the brain stops functioning.

I can't talk, laugh or cry.

Second, death at the social level...

Hold a funeral and announce to everyone that the person is dead.

Finally, there is forgetfulness.

Forgotten by everyone, no one remembers that person's name anymore.

It was as if he had never been in this world. All traces he left behind disappeared, and the meaning of his past existence was completely annihilated.

Atalanta remembered that Zoe said that being forgotten was the true death.

As long as someone still remembers him and the name "Zoe", then she is not truly dead.

"I still remember your name, and people in the future will also remember your name, so... you will never die."

The huntress looked up at the moon, but could no longer get a response from Artemis.

The moon seemed to be dead.

No matter how Atalanta called, there was no response.

One year.

Two years.

Three years.

Time is like a rushing river, it will only move forward and never go back.

Time passes and youth turns to white hair.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred years have passed.

The once youthful, beautiful and extraordinary female hunter has grown old.

Her skin is no longer smooth, her movements no longer agile.

Even his eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle's, gradually became blurred.

The huntress could no longer run.

I can no longer easily outrun anyone on this earth like I did when I was young.

She didn't want to run anymore.

I just want to spend the rest of my life in the Arcadia Forest.

So, Atalanta built herself a cabin.

Eat on time and sleep on time every day.

I go hunting occasionally, looking for a glimpse of my younger self.

The book "A Tribute to the Protesters", which I have read countless times, has become tattered.

A lot of the handwriting has become blurred.

Atalanta simply found a stone tablet and carved the entire epic on it.

She thought that Artemis might not have seen it yet.

Before his life comes to an end, he wants the God he believes in to also take a look at the life of the brave man.

Because, the life span of mortals is limited.

Even a great hero will die one day.

Only gods remain in the world forever and are immortal.

Atalanta wanted Artemis to read the epic poem and remember the name "Zoe" forever.

This is also considered................

The biggest punishment for the Moon Goddess, right?

After carving the last word, Atalanta smiled.

Her arms were no longer strong and as withered as a dry tree.

Due to carving day and night, her eyes almost lost their sight.

It was like there was a layer of film covering it, and I could only capture blurry light and shadows.

Fortunately, Atalanta completed the carving.

She carried the tablet with great effort, came to the place where she first met Artemis, and put it down.

Then, taking a deep breath, he prayed to God.

"Your Majesty Artemis, I would like to give you a gift."

"......................"

As soon as the words were spoken, the god appeared silently.

Artemis still didn't dare to look Atalanta in the eyes, and was still living in self-blame and guilt, unable to get out of it.

If she hadn't seen that Atalanta's life was coming to an end, 1.2 would probably have remained like a turtle, hiding in the temple and not coming out.

"Your Majesty Artemis, you are finally willing to...see me."

Atalanta was so old that she spoke with a weak voice.

It was not until he saw Artemis that a surge of strength surged out of his rotten body, as if he had regained his consciousness.

Her eyes became clear and her speech became more coherent.

"I have aged, Your Majesty Artemis. You, on the other hand, have not changed at all."

"I think I'll be able to go find Zoe soon."

"I have not broken my oath. I have dedicated my whole life to you."

"——The god I believe in, Artemis."

Luna remained silent.

She bit her lower lip and wanted to say that she could extend Atalanta's life, at least let the huntress live another twenty years!

But Artemis couldn't say it.

After the hero's death, the female hunter no longer had any attachment to this world. If it weren't for the fulfillment of her oath, she would have gone in search of the hero long ago.

Artemis did not think she was qualified and forced Atalanta to stay with her, an unqualified god.

He could only watch as the last of the huntress's life faded away.

The light in his eyes dimmed.

"Follower Atalanta, I would like to give this stone tablet to you."

"Please don't forget Zoe..."

"Don't forget me either."

In the last moment of her life, Atalanta seemed to see something.

He opened his eyes wide and looked towards the sunny side of the forest.

She saw it.

I saw the boy I had been thinking about day and night, walking towards me with a smile.

Just like when they first met, he extended his hand and invited the young female hunter.

"Beautiful lady Atalanta, would you like to go on an adventure with me?"

This time, the female hunter did not refuse.

She replied with a smile.

--"good.".

Postscript: The Cowardly God and the Witch!

The silent underworld is more deserted than ever.

The great source of magic power dissipated, and the gods returned to the inner sea of ​​the star. There were no souls and no Hades here.

As a solitary space, it is hidden in the cracks of the world.

With the help of the goddess Nyx, Medea built her own magic workshop here.

She has lived for a thousand years, and has shed her frail human body, existing in the underworld as a spirit.

It can be said that Medea now is not much different from the master of the underworld, except that she does not have divine power.

Her research on magic became more and more in-depth.

We are about to arrive at the realm that belongs to the gods.

but..............

"Waste! Waste! All of you are useless waste!"

In the silent magic workshop, the witch once again broke through her defense and yelled.

——She failed again.

In fact, Medea was already accustomed to failure.

Under normal circumstances, she would just take a glance at most and then quietly carry out the next experiment.

But this time it's a little different................

“I’m almost there! Why, why can’t I pull Zoe down from the Throne of Heroes? Is it because he didn’t respond to my call, or is it because of something else?”