After King Kepos finished giving his quiet instructions, a squad of travel-worn soldiers entered the hall five minutes later.
Some were wounded, some maimed. Their hair was disheveled, their faces smeared with thick black soot, and they reeked of sweat as if they had not bathed in over ten days.
It should be noted that the injuries were makeup, but the lack of bathing was real. They were playing themselves.
"Big Brother, who are they? Weren't all the soldiers on the cliff dead?"
Perseus sidled up to Russell and asked in a low voice. When he did not understand something, he asked. In his heart, Big Brother knew everything under heaven and earth and would surely answer his questions.
"You care about that now? Is roasted meat no longer fragrant enough for you?"
Russell looked in surprise at Perseus, who had begun striking poses. He did not understand which wire had gone loose in the silly boy's head again. Then he saw Perseus's wandering gaze drifting toward Princess Andromeda every so often and immediately understood.
He had been fed too well these past few days and had started thinking about women!
Well, he was Zeus's seed after all. Like father, like son.
Russell grumbled inwardly. Then his expression shifted slightly, becoming one of amused interest, and his figure vanished behind Perseus's broad back muscles.
"Everyone, raise your cups to our heroes! They are warriors who dared pierce Zeus's heart! Warriors of Argos!"
Kepos raised his golden goblet and shouted, "The temples are burning, and the statues have fallen. We no longer need to pray to or worship them. After today, the sun will never set. The age will no longer belong to the gods, but to us, because the age of humanity has arrived."
Though the soldiers were fake and