Just like when they came, along the smooth space tunnel, the great hero left the core of the sea eye with the pale Creator.
His steps were a little heavy. Today's events were like a blow to the head, making Hercules realize again how insignificant he was at the moment.
Even though he could do a lot of things, there were still more things in this world that he was still powerless to do no matter what he did.
God or man, maybe he was born to stand at a relatively high point, but this was far from enough.
For the first time in his life, in addition to some persistent thoughts, the great hero had a desire for more powerful power.
As for what is considered powerful power?
"It's not about doing whatever you want to do."
"It's about when I don't want something to happen, it can't happen."
"On that day, I will come back here and break this evil barrier with my own hands."
An impulse rose in his heart, and Hercules looked back at the darkness behind him.
But at this moment, the people who are still in the darkness probably no longer have a clear consciousness.
"Don't think too much, Hercules. This is his choice after all."
"And even if he is imprisoned in it, Orleans is not an immortal god after all.
"Even with almost all the power I left there to support him, he will still fall into a state of overlapping life and death."
"The pressure of the entire sea eye is enough to crush him to death, but this cage itself is not for the end of the prisoner."
"And besides that, my power will also keep him alive."
"So in this case, he won't feel the pain like me."
"It's like a big dream. If he has the chance to come out in the future, he won't feel anything. "
What's more..."
His face was pale. When the equivalent ritual intercepted the difference in power between the two, Prometheus' severely damaged body had no source of replenishment.
Looking at Hercules' changing eyes, the God of Foresight couldn't help but want to say something.
But he opened his mouth and didn't say anything in the end.
There may be still secrets in Orleans, but he made such a decision, probably it was really a spontaneous act.
Prometheus had no intention of getting entangled in these things. He had been away from the outside world for too long. At this moment, he wanted to use his own eyes to see the world today.
And compared to Orleans, no matter how you look at it, what is entangled in Hercules is much more terrifying than him.
"What?"
Hercules turned around and asked without hearing the last sentence clearly.
The God of Foresight just waved his hand lightly and then changed the subject.
"I mean, what's more, there is the purpose of your trip."
"You came here to pursue the knowledge of the spiritual world, and now the [Book of Purgatory] has been handed over to you. "
Its content may contain traps, or it may lead you down the wrong path, but before that, it should be able to bring you some help."
"After all, even if it is just for a certain purpose, you may not meet his requirements now."
Coming back to his senses, the previous changes were too sudden, so that only now did the great hero remember his gains.
[Book of Purgatory], the knowledge recorded in it can even deceive the power of the God King who is not guarded by anyone.
Regardless of whether it has any problems, judging from the results, the content it records is by no means ordinary.
Taking out the dark purple book and looking at the strange and incomprehensible fonts on the cover, for a moment, an inexplicable intuition surged into Hercules' heart.
While silently reciting what he wanted to know in his heart, the great hero casually turned a page.
And the next moment, what appeared before his eyes was a mirror picture with a gleaming silver light, and in the mirror, a large lake with distinct black and white was reflected.
Maybe it was a lake, and even looking at its size in the mirror, Hercules would rather call it a sea.
At the same time, in the blank space of the picture, several lines of text flashed one by one.
The great hero did not know them, but it was the same as before.
When Hercules saw this After reading these words, he seemed to know what it wanted to explain.
This was what Ander had told him before, a high-level artifact that was said to represent the [Space] realm in the world.
Although the external part of Chaos's origin of time and space has always been very small, even this part is enough to create this powerful magic mirror.
Its divine power can connect all things in the world. Any place that is not covered by the great divine power can be covered by the mirror, and the owner can also use it to travel between heaven and earth.
As for the scene reflected in the mirror, it is also very similar to what Ander said.
It is the [Well of Samsara], the end of life and death, and a symbol of the cycle of all things.
When these two are superimposed together, no matter which life's soul, as long as it still exists in the world, no one can hide its traces.
And what is written in the [Book of Purgatory] is their current whereabouts.
[Mirror of Splendrum, the supreme of the mortal space]
[It was originally stored in the *** Temple, and you will never be able to touch it on your own.
[However, due to ***, not long ago, a small amount of space power from outer space fell into the spirit world]
[In order to digest this power perfectly as quickly as possible, and to share the pressure of the world itself, the ancient divine mirror fell from the highest Mount Sinai, and fell into the reincarnation that consumes all things and circulates in all directions]
[So as long as you reach the place of reincarnation, you can get the divine mirror and find the answers you want to know]
"Then how should I reach this so-called 'reincarnation'? "
He recited the words in his heart again. With Hercules' strong prayer, the original marks on the [Book of Purgatory] faded away.
The great hero casually turned another page, and what appeared in front of him were two completely different pictures.
In one picture, a figure climbing a mountain was depicted.
There was almost no need to identify it, Hercules recognized that it was himself.
Several lines of text appeared next to it, and once again, the great hero "understood" their meaning.
[The first path, along the ridge of Mount Sinai, climb step by step from the bottom]
[The spiritual world is everywhere, and its surface is a reflection of the material world]
[Mount Sinai, which runs through the spiritual world, is the center of its existence]
[Once you step onto the first level of the spiritual world, you will have reached the foot of the sacred mountain.]
[Follow the correct path and pass through the portals between the fourth and third levels of the spiritual world, and you will reach the land of reincarnation.]
[However, today's fourth level of the spiritual world has been disconnected from the upper and lower levels. Entering in from this path is as difficult as ascending to heaven.]
There is no specific method. Obviously, this picture is more like a catalogue, an introduction. So without rushing to continue to look at the things behind, the great hero shifted his attention to another picture.
There was nothing else in this picture, only a winding river.
Millions of light spots flickered in it, and vaguely, it seemed that billions of souls could not bear the passing of memories, and cried loudly in it.
[The second way, go to the underworld and go up along the River of Oblivion]
[Before the souls of the mortal world are thrown into the Well of Reincarnation, the water of the River of Oblivion will wash away their memories]
[Follow the river up, avoid the inspections along the way, and you can directly come to the fourth level of the spirit world]
[This way has a chance to be realized, but you need to have the ability to reach there and avoid the power of the River of Oblivion]
[If you can do this, you have the possibility of reaching the end]
Compared with the previous method, Hercules undoubtedly felt that this method was more reasonable.
However, for some reason, the great hero had an inexplicable intuition that no matter what he chose at this moment, he would eventually go to the spirit world along the "correct" path.
Since he couldn't make up his mind, he might as well take a look at both... Hercules was about to do it, but the foresight beside him suddenly signaled him to stop.
"Don't worry... Child, I know you may have seen something, but while keeping vigilant, I also want to tell you some of my understanding of this book in recent years."
"It can answer your doubts, but in a short period of time, it can only answer one of the most wanted questions - of course, this does not mean that it is useless in normal times."
"It's just that apart from this question, if you want to get any more information, you must read it bit by bit yourself and try to absorb the vast knowledge in it."
"I don't know how much content it records, but it is definitely beyond your imagination."
"So grasp what you want and don't waste the opportunity it provides you."
"I understand."
Taking a deep breath, Hercules didn't expect that the [Book of Purgatory] had such a rule.
He immediately calmed down and then silently chose the second path.
Although he didn't know whether he would set foot on the first path in the future, at least at this time, the great hero wanted a more likely answer.
After making a decision in his mind, the next moment, one of the two portraits on the page in Hercules' hand disappeared, and a medicine bottle appeared on the other one.
Under the great hero's gaze, the medicine bottle gradually became empty and filled with some liquid.
As the liquid rose, Hercules' mind also gained a lot of corresponding knowledge.
This is a special potion that can avoid the erosion and perception of the water of the River of Oblivion.
As long as it is made, the door to the spiritual world will be open to the great hero.
"But this material..."
Hercules frowned slightly with hesitation on his face.
Everything else is easy to say, but the main medicine is not that common.
Or in other words, its existence itself is just a legend.
"... Your Highness Prometheus, I wonder if you have heard of the golden apple?"
"Hmm?"
After a slight start, the God of Foresight nodded.
"I know and have seen it. Why are you asking this?"
"I want to know where the golden apple is, or at least something that has its power."
"This..."
After a moment's hesitation, there was no doubt that Hercules' question must be related to the book.
The golden apple, if it was in the past, it was related to the Earth Mother.
But now, it should belong to the God Court.
Is it true? Is this tempting him to go against the God Court?
I don't know if it is true, maybe I am overthinking it.
But after careful thinking, Prometheus still gave a roundabout answer.
"It may be difficult for you to get the real golden apple. But I still know the inferior ones that contain its power."
"It is said that when the God King and Queen of Heaven got married, Zeus gave a piece of golden apple branch to Hera."
"It fell into his hands at the end of the Second Age, and the Queen of Heaven finally planted it and turned it into a small fruit tree."
"It is now on an island above the West Sea, west of the continent."
"The fruit it bears should be able to meet your requirements."
Nodding, the great hero breathed a sigh of relief.
The real golden apple is hard to get, but this one is still possible.
Hercules felt his depressed mood improved a lot after his goal finally came to fruition.
He already knew what to do when he returned from this trip.
But...
"Your Highness Prometheus, do you know the God of the West Wind?"
Logically speaking, the other party still has the so-called "trial" to award him.
Although Hercules didn't want to complete the trial at this moment, he still planned to make it clear to the other party.
Although Zeus' image has fallen again and again in his heart recently, the great hero's mood is a bit complicated when he thinks that the other party may be his father.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to deal with the King of Gods, and there is a god beside him who even knows the details.
"Are you talking about Zephyrus?"
The pale face moved slightly, and Prometheus didn't know why the other party asked about the God of the West Wind.
But since Hercules spoke, there is nothing he can't say about Zephyrus.
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"A-choo--"
At the same time, when Hercules started to return.
Around Silvermoon City, the bird's beak opened wide, and Zeferos couldn't help but sneeze.
It's really strange, what kind of feeling is this?
Hmm... Could it be that my body is a little deficient because of the recent test?
In the past few months, many things have happened in the world.
On the mainland, soldiers from various countries fought on the battlefield, and the goddess who walked down from Mount Nisa could never go back.
In the Golden Palace of Olympus, the celebration banquet of the gods had just ended.
Although the tragic defeat of the human world had been heard by the gods, they were confident that they would soon receive another new force.
On the East China Sea, Hercules finally brought Prometheus out.
He found the alchemical boat he was riding and prepared to return to the mainland.
In addition, in more corners, countless plans were secretly carried out.
Although no one thought that the God King, who was in the prime of his life, would fall at this time, and no one thought that another era was about to come to an end.
But for some beings, this itself is not important.
After all, the weak wait for the arrival of the general trend, but the strong are the root of everything.
However, during such a period of time, the God of the West Wind, who was a close minister of the God King and the arranger of the Hercules Trial, did not accomplish even one thing.
Even in a strange building, Zeferos once again felt that his recent experience was terrible.
"Ahhhh - damn it."
"What a broken city, that's enough!"
"You guys, the inherently evil people of Silvermoon City, I have to admit that you have angered me again."
"For the last time, I'll give you one last chance."
"If you don't take it, then I'll go all out!"
In the separate room, the God of West Wind spoke fiercely.
But perhaps considering where he was, Zeferos still tried to lower his voice.
You know, although he was sure that there was no life around him, and it was even more impossible for someone to eavesdrop on him, the God of West Wind still wanted to be cautious. After all,
as a god with the ability to disguise and sneak, Zeferos didn't want to capsize in the gutter.
"Hmm..."
"But strictly speaking, from a bird's perspective, the service provided by Silvermoon City is pretty good."
"There are hundreds of delicacies that they call 'bird feed', and many of them are more delicious than those made by the nymphs who prepare banquets for the gods."
"But then again, what does 'feed' mean? Is it a made-up word? If you look at it this way, it seems understandable."
"After all, whether in the God Mountain or in the human world, it seems that I have never seen food specially made for places other than gods and men."
Zeferos lowered his head and pecked at the colorful beans on the plate, feeling a little regretful.
After all, these are food for birds.
This resulted in the fact that although the taste was indeed good, the God of the West Wind felt a little uncomfortable.
After a while, after finishing the snacks on the plate, Zeferos, after daily despising the extravagance of Silvermoon City, flapped his wings and pressed a button in the room.
After a while, with a 'beep' sound, the tabletop separated.
Soon, a tray floated up from it, with three things on it.
A book, a syringe made of transparent crystal, and a small note.
There were words on the note, but they could not be seen for the time being.
But Zephyros knew why, because he had not yet completed his daily tasks.
"Heh, stupid human."
Staring at the tray in front of him for a while, the God of West Wind sneered secretly.
He grabbed the syringe with his claws and decisively injected himself.
Soon, bright red blood flowed out of it.
Zephyros looked at it for a while and confirmed again that, just like before, there was no power that could be directly manifested in this blood.
"Humph."
Throwing the syringe full of blood on the table, the God of West Wind once again despised the so-called witchcraft of Silver Moon City.
Zephyros came here because he failed the written test before.
According to regulations, this group of mortals will give him a physical test.
In order to be able to enter the city as soon as possible, and out of fear of the power of the mystery lock, the God of West Wind will naturally not resist this test without exposing his identity.
At the beginning, everything went smoothly.
However, at the 'blood test', the God of the West Wind was stopped again.
In order to prevent his identity as a god from being discovered, Zephyros tried his best to show his blood in the most ordinary form.
But this behavior led to a problem. According to the rigid machine, as a bird, the body strength of the God of the West Wind is extremely mismatched with the energy contained in the blood.
For Zephyros, what can he do?
He doesn't understand energy and strength. After all, the body of a god can even exist completely out of material form, and no one will pay attention to such useless things.
But there was an error in the test, and he couldn't be released.
In the end, it became the situation today.
The God of the West Wind was brought to this room, and the rigid machine gave him two choices.
One is to wait for the results of the identification of his blood. As long as all the tests are completed and finally proved to be harmless, he can enter the city.
However, the progress varies, it may take a few days, a few months, a few quarters, or a few years... In short, there is no specific time.
The other is to pick up the written test again and continue to take the test until the day he passes the test.
"Considering the situation of No. 001, this supervisor recommends option No. 2."
"We will provide learning materials, relevant knowledge, and excellent living conditions to help you complete the learning of basic knowledge as soon as possible."
"Knowledge is the ladder for all things to advance." "This supervisor sincerely hopes that Mr. 001 can get rid of the current situation of substandard cultural level as soon as possible and become a new era life with insight, culture and etiquette, instead of spending his whole life in ignorance and stupidity like some barbarians in other parts of the continent."
That's what the metal ball said to him that day.
After hearing this, Zeferos was furious.
Then, in extreme anger, the God of West Wind was angry for a whole day, but in the end, he still did nothing.
Well, after all, he is not a human being, so those ignorance and stupidity naturally do not refer to him.
What's more, Zeferos is not a god who is easily overwhelmed. Since the Second Age, he has never done anything because of the trend of emotions.
So from that day on, the God of West Wind began his journey of learning and taking exams.
In addition to the daily routine blood draw, he spent most of his time reading, answering questions, and enjoying life.
"Huh..."
"Stupid humans, they haven't found anything wrong with my blood until now."
"But that's true, how can mortals understand the blood of gods? Otherwise, how could I give it out so easily?"
"It's this test... humph, damn it."
"I don't know if it's an illusion, why do I feel that it seems to be getting harder and harder?"
Zeferos frowned and thought for a moment, but he didn't think deeply after all. After all,
although he still didn't admit it, as a god who is actually willing to use his brain, the God of West Wind is not stupid.
These days, the more Zeferos reads the so-called basic knowledge of Silver Moon City, the more he feels that the principles contained in it are extraordinary.
Questions that test thinking, calculations and changes in numbers, mapping of various graphics, and the popularization of basic knowledge of witchcraft... Let alone other things, after learning these, in just these few short months, Zeferos feels that his combat power in the human world has probably risen by more than one level.
In the past, although the gods could use magic at will in the human world, most of the gods in Olympus were not very interested in those complicated things. At most, they only had a special liking for the special magic created by relying on their own authority, and then relied on the domain they controlled to fight with the gods.
As for those magic structures that imitated witchcraft... the goddess of wisdom created them before, and then the smart believers among mortals carried them forward.
As for myself, as long as I can provide sufficient holy power, it is enough, and there is no need to study it at all.
But now, facing those magics that are much simpler than witchcraft, but still somewhat complicated, the god of the west wind feels that he can do it easily.
And it is precisely because of this that, considering that the beacon shows that Hercules is still in Silver Moon City and has not left, Zephyros is not too anxious.
"But no matter how in a hurry I am, I still feel uncomfortable every time I look at this score."
"Besides, it's better to do it sooner rather than later. I really want to understand these things. I have plenty of time to spend later."
"It's really hard to understand... just a little bit, just a little bit every time - is it really not that the test paper has become more difficult, or is my level improving so slowly?"
"It shouldn't be like this... No matter how I think about it, I should have passed it a long time ago."
Gnashing his teeth, the God of West Wind clearly felt that he had gained a lot, why couldn't he react when it came to the test paper?
But recent studies have made him subconsciously feel that Silver Moon City should be a reasonable place, so thinking about it, Zeferos just threw the syringe back to the tray.
With a little bit of nervousness, he opened the slip of paper whose handwriting was originally unclear.
This was the score report of his previous test, a test paper with a total of 1,800 points, as long as he could answer 1,000 points correctly, it would be fine.
The God of the West Wind still had some confidence in yesterday's test. He felt that this time it should be stable... However, the next moment, when he saw the clear handwriting on the note, the bird's face that was originally expecting could not help but turn black again.
Because although it was a little better than last time, it was still a little far from success.
"997! Damn it!"
"The first time was 600, the second time was 800, and the third time was 900."
"Then it was 910, 920, 930...990, it was obviously almost there, but the increase dropped again!"
"991, 992, all the way to 997, just this last little bit, why is it like this?!!"
He almost wanted to tear up the note. Although he was getting closer and closer to the finish line, he was always just a little short of the goal, and the feeling of not being able to reach the goal was too torturous.
Even if he gave up, Zephyros was a little unwilling.
After taking a few deep breaths in a row, the God of the West Wind always felt that something was wrong.
But if he really wanted to say what was wrong, he couldn't say it.
In desperation, Zephyros had to persuade himself secretly.
It's almost there. When he reaches 999, there won't be 999.1 left, right?
Well, it shouldn't be.
If there is, then I will...
"... Damn it."
After waiting for a while, Zeferos's bird claws grabbed the last thing on the tray without any idea of what to do.
It was today's reference material, which contained knowledge based on his wrong questions, and was very targeted.
For example, the first little knowledge was how to divide an arbitrary triangle into three equal parts using only a ruler and a pen.
"Tsk."
Shaking his head slightly, Zeferos' bird eyes glanced at a thing that kept flashing red dots.
He didn't know what it was, but like other things, he didn't feel any breath of life.
It wasn't a living thing, and it didn't move under his nose, so the God of the West Wind didn't care.
He turned the page, ready to see what strange way these humans came up with to divide this angle, and what specific use this thing had in reality.
"It better be useful, otherwise the person who asked this question is too stupid."
Muttering to himself, Zephyrus opened the book and turned the page.
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"...It better be useful"
"...Otherwise the person who asked this question is too stupid."
At the same time, in the core of the tower.
Just as the God of West Wind turned the next page, the same voice sounded here, and even the tone did not change at all.
Shasha...
Shasha...
The tip of the pen slid across the paper, making a slight friction sound.
Without missing a word, Medea wrote down the sound on the report form.
The shadow of the feathers of the quill pen swayed slightly, as elegant as a bird's wings.
Although Silvermoon City is not without new writing tools, most people are still used to this old style.
There is no other reason, in many cases, oldness itself is also a trend.
Shasha...
Shasha...
Snap——
"...Huh, I'm finally done."
After writing the last word, she put the pen on the table.
Medea stretched lazily, and her plump figure was faintly visible under the cover of the robe.
"You can't understand the aesthetics of numbers, you are indeed a primitive man. I feel that both people and gods in the West have a kind of antique cuteness."
"But it's no wonder, after all, even the divine arts can only be mechanically applied."
"Sure enough, except for a few, those so-called gods are probably like this."
"Compared to that, my nominal grandfather may still be a radical who is eager for change."
"It's just that the direction of his change is not very accurate, and he probably never thought that he still has any living relatives."
The witch's mouth curled up slightly, and her face seemed to be smiling.
She looked at the mirror in front of her for a while, and didn't know who she was laughing at.
After a while, the witch turned around and picked up a book.
In the mythological world, physics and chemistry may really be useless, at least that's what later generations understand.
After all, those are objective laws, and humans only discover and use them.
Once the world changes, the rules will no longer be the same. But as a tool created by intelligent life to analyze the world, mathematics is meaningful no matter where it is.
And she, Medea, a powerful witch who has existed for thousands of years, naturally would not have any biased views on numbers.
…
Her fingers turned the pages of the book, but her mind was not in the book.
Perhaps because of her recent contact with the gods, the witch recalled the past for a moment.
She was not born and raised in Silver Moon City, nor was she a descendant of the Bronze Age.
The young Medea was originally a princess of the city-state of Corinth, and her father, King Aeetes, was even the first generation of gods.
He was the son of the sun god Helios and the ocean goddess, the goddess of boiling water Perseis.
But despite being the offspring of two gods, he still did not inherit the identity of a god, so in the end, the king had to stay in the world as a demigod.
But the demigod born of gods and gods is special after all. Even if he is not a god, Aeetes still has a long life and powerful power, which makes it difficult for other gods to reach.
So naturally, Aeetes became the monarch of a human kingdom and led the people to believe in his father, the sun god who drove the chariot of the gods.
According to the original trajectory of fate, this king will be remembered in history - although he is a villain who prevents the "protagonist" from stealing the Golden Fleece.
However, everything changed later. A terrible disaster befell the country during the Typhon disaster a thousand years ago.
Almost overnight, all the believers of Helios turned into twisted monsters.
Even Aeetes, the son of God, had a shocking change that ordinary people could not imagine.
On that day, all the normal people died, and the abnormal ones died at the hands of the gods who came to finish them off.
Countless blood dyed the city-state of Corinth red, and the earth was covered with a layer of blood.
Although Medea was not accidentally contaminated by the inherited blood of the gods, she would not have been an exception.
But fortunately, on that day, her aunt happened to come here.
So from that day on, the young Medea was brought to Silver Moon City by Circe and became a member of this city.
It may be the attraction of fate, or it may be nature.
As she grew up, this witch, who was famous for her witchcraft in the original myth, once again showed her extraordinary talent.
Even here, she gradually became more powerful than what was recorded in the myth.
Today, Medea has become one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world and has taken the position of the keeper of the mystery lock... Of course, this has also brought some small problems.
For example, after accidentally discovering the intruder, Medea did not make any decisive decisions like other "tower masters".
As the owner of one of the twelve "clock towers" outside Silver Moon City, this witch with unfathomable strength once concealed her discovery and "explored" the secret of this visitor alone.
Until recently, according to the annual rotation, Medea had to give up the position of the keeper of the mystery lock.
In desperation, this somewhat unreliable witch finally reported her discovery to her colleagues.
Buzz -
Sitting at the table and looking at her report, Medea peeked at the movements of the birds displayed in the water curtain beside her.
However, at this moment, a sound came from the void, and then a light door appeared out of thin air.
Soon, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with a calm face walked out.
Looking around, the middle-aged man's eyes swept through every corner of the room, and finally stopped on Medea and the report in front of her.
"Medea, where is your report?"
"Another day has passed, what did you write?"
Slowly walking forward, the middle-aged man looked down at the parchment on the table.
Sure enough, it was like this again.
His highest expectation for this witch was that she could do more or less serious work without causing trouble.
"...What is all this...Retelling his words and deeds, recording his daily life...My respected Lady Medea, I'm afraid you don't need to do such a small thing yourself."
"You know, what we really need is your experience over the past few months, not these useless work that any apprentice can do."
"But I don't have any experience, and I've already told you everything I have."
Medea said casually, leaning back in her chair.
"Like I said, this is a guy who poses no threat."
"He is not too aggressive and his emotions are quite stable."
"He has no ill will towards Silvermoon City. Of course, he probably has no good intentions either."
"As for his purpose... he seems to be looking for someone here.
"However, I have already arranged for people to check inside and outside, and the result is also said."
"There is no outsider named 'Hercules' as he said, not to mention a demigod-level existence."
"Obviously, if there is no problem with our own inspection, the only explanation is that he was deceived - and it just so happens that, with his level of intelligence, I am not surprised by this outcome."
Medea picked up her so-called 'report' with a faint voice and threw it to the middle-aged man.
The parchment passed through the air and finally fell to the ground with a 'pop'.
The middle-aged man did not pick it up, and his face gradually became a little ugly.
"Medea, you know that's not what I'm talking about." "What I want to know is, what did you find from his divine blood?"
"This is a dangerous person. If we can't deal with him in time-"
"Of course we didn't find anything-if you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."
Without being polite, looking at the middle-aged man whose face became darker, Medea sneered and then stretched out her hand and pointed forward.
The silver light flickered, and the next moment, it was as if he was forcibly expelled from the master's room.
The middle-aged man's figure flickered slightly a few times. He seemed to try to resist Medea's spell, but failed in the end.
[Teleport Counter], the powerful spell directly sent him back along the previous space trace.
Soon, the silver light faded, and Medea was the only one left in the room again.
"Tsk."
The witch raised her lips and cast her eyes on the bird's behavior in the light curtain again.
Dangerous person, this guy is also dangerous.
Besides, do you really think she doesn't know what these people are thinking... Everyone has stood at the top of the current spellcaster field, who doesn't know who?
As the inheritors and promoters of the knowledge passed down by the goddess of the magic network, powerful wizards in this era can more or less make a few astrological predictions.
Although some are more accurate and some are completely inaccurate, at least there is one thing that everyone can do.
That is, after discovering this unexpected visitor who is obviously a high-level existence, the wizard can use "prophecy" to judge the approximate strength of the other party and the level of the existence related to the other party.
The more powerful the life, even if they do not control their own destiny, their existence itself will be as huge as a rock in the long river of destiny, and as far-reaching as a dam.
So in this way, they can find out the approximate attitude of the other party at the first time, unless the other party also has relevant abilities and actively hides the traces of their own destiny.
However, this time, on this guy who is probably the main god of Olympus, this trick that has never failed has a big problem.
Because in Zephyrus, these great wizards, without exception, felt a power that they had never felt before.
It seemed to come from the past, but it runs through the present and interspersed into the future.
It is far-reaching and unfathomable.
Therefore, the fate of this god was changed long before the ancient times... and that is why almost all the insiders in Silvermoon City are very secretive about it.
Modifying fate, even if it is not a subjective modification, is enough to make them hesitate.
This uninvited guest has instantly become a hot potato.
Some people want to tell the goddess of the magic network about his existence, but the goddess is usually not at home.
No one knows where he ran away, and even if they know where he went, they may not be able to find him after they pass by.
Others want to test him, but they are afraid of causing any big problems.
After all, he is a god anyway. Once he is angered to the point of not caring about the cost, I am afraid no one will benefit.
So after a while, things have been delayed.
Until someone remembered Medea who concealed the news, they came here to ask her if she had done anything about it.
So without hiding, Medea spoke frankly about her exploration of the other party's divine blood... and then told everyone who wanted to know the results to get out immediately, and her tower did not welcome them.
Ding——
"Hmm?"
"...Connected."
Another light screen beside her made a prompting sound, and Medea tilted her head slightly.
After thinking for a while, she finally did not reject the communication.
As her voice fell, the light screen flickered.
The next moment, a wide hall appeared on the other side of the light screen.
Five or six beings with different appearances and dresses emerged from it, including the middle-aged man who had just been expelled.
Seeing Medea appear, he obviously wanted to say something.
"Shut up."
The witch took the lead and interrupted lightly before the other party could speak.
"Or I can help you shut up... one day in the future."
"You-"
"Okay."
A voice came out from the light curtain, and then the other side fell silent.
Soon, a familiar voice passed through the alchemical light curtain and reached the witch's ears.
"Medea, as a loose organization and a communication platform, no one will force you to reveal your findings."
"Since you don't want to announce it, then so be it."
"Just about this uninvited god... do you have any suggestions for dealing with it?"
"My opinion?"
Subconsciously, she sat up a little straighter. For Medea, there were some people she didn't care about, but there were some she still needed to pay attention to.
The middle-aged man before was actually just a young man who had lived for two or three hundred years. In terms of level, he was not at all of the same level.
In comparison, the old man who was speaking now was different.
He was one of the first humans to receive knowledge from the goddess of the magic network. No one knew whether he was the most powerful, but judging from the results, he must be the one who could survive the longest.
"My opinion is that he is not a threat."
"On the contrary, if we don't consider the other gods of Olympus, I even have a little bit of a favorable impression of him."
"It would be quite interesting to let a god join the ranks of spellcasters - of course, I know you won't agree."
Medea changed the subject and said seriously:
"If I must say that I have any specific suggestions, it is to find the human named 'Hercules'."
"Let him enter the city and let him take this god away, so that you don't need to worry about this time bomb, how about it?"
"... Worth considering."
The response came from the mirror. If it was another object, another god, then they really couldn't say what choice they would make.
But this guy who turned into a bird... He is a little too dangerous.
When exploring the endless unknown, caution is the greatest way to save life.
So before the source of the abnormality in this god can be determined, no one is willing to further stimulate his nerves.
"Anyway, this is my opinion."
"The rest you can discuss among yourselves. As for the recent period, I will continue to 'look after' him."
"Anyway, if it were you, you would probably just maintain the status quo."
Medea smiled slightly. She didn't know that in her original destiny she would become Hecate's priestess on earth.
But she had to admit that she was indeed influenced by her.
Later, she even planned to meet this god in person.
Thinking of this, it was a bit exciting.
The East Sea is vast and cannot be crossed overnight.
The distance between Silver Moon City and the ocean is even longer, and there are reefs blocking the way.
Without the familiar operator, Hercules may need more time to steer the alchemical ship back to land than when he came.
The great hero was not idle. On the ship, he tried to ask Prometheus for old knowledge.
History, writing, and what gods are like, and the foresighted man knew everything.
Like water in a sponge, Hercules absorbed these things he lacked.
There was nothing to interfere with the ships under the water, and the great hero also got a long-lost period of peace.
However, compared with the entire ocean, the small alchemical ship was still too insignificant.
Not long after Hercules left the eye of the sea, at the junction of the southeast ocean of the continent, a tall and rugged blue-haired man strode into the underwater palace complex.
The aquatic creatures of different appearances bowed to him, and the beautiful nymphs came forward to greet him.
However, the blue-haired man just waved his hand, and a stream of water surged up, moving them away from his sight.
The sky-blue bricks and stones paved the ground, and various gems were inlaid on the pillars in the palace.
However, at this moment, the Sea King only felt that they were an eyesore .
Once upon a time, this palace built on the sea was his most proud achievement, symbolizing the result of his making the original sea god lineage submit.
But as time passed, Poseidon no longer felt a sense of accomplishment from it. There was no other reason
. Since he acquired this palace, the field controlled by the Sea King has stagnated since then.
The ancient sea god lineage gradually recovered from the wrong choice in the alternation of eras, and the Lord of the Ocean was as powerful as ever.
Apart from the great power, no one could defeat the combined Oceanus and Thesis on the sea, let alone Poseidon.
So the ambition of the Sea King came to an end, and Poseidon could only stay in his own little piece of land and make his own contribution to the species diversity of Chaos' world.
There was nothing wrong with this, after all, compared to his brothers, Zeus and Hades did not have a good life at the beginning. It was not
until the King of Gods defeated the Earth Mother on Mount Olympus that Poseidon suddenly came to his senses.
He might really just be working hard, but Zeus was definitely not.
But consciousness is consciousness, and when Poseidon looked back at the four seas, the environment he faced was still dangerous.
So the earth-shaking gods had to pretend that nothing had happened and continue their lives for thousands of years.
But perhaps it was the inequality in his heart, and he felt that he had missed the position of the King of Gods.
Every time he met Zeus, Poseidon would be in a bad mood for a few days, and this time was no exception.
With a stuffy chest, the Sea King sat alone on his throne.
Zeus was even more powerful, and even this time, even the original god came to visit him, the King of Gods in person.
"...Damn it!"
"As the king of the sea, why don't they obey my orders!"
"And Zeus...you won, but don't expect me to bow down to you!"
The unwilling low roar continued in the palace for a long time, shaking the sea surface within a radius of dozens of miles.
It was unknown how long it took before Poseidon calmed down.
Inside the temple, there was silence.
"...Humph."
With a cold snort, he released some of the accumulated emotions.
Poseidon's face looked a little better. He thought about it and then prepared to continue his favorite "work".
Anyway, the current Zeus is not something he can catch up with for a while, so he might as well make more contributions to the sea.
As a qualified sea king, Poseidon felt that he was still very capable.
At least in terms of optimizing the bloodline level of marine life, only the father of a hundred monsters could compete with him.
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Hualala-
the sea breeze blew over the sea thousands of miles away from the sea king's temple, bringing up several layers of waves.
At the same time when Poseidon's chariot drove from the horizon and fell into the sea, the ocean currents rolled several times.
In the waves, a grand idea seemed to be projected from a distant place, and then attached to the waves.
After a while, another stream of light crossed the sky from the direction of Poseidon's return. After
a while, the stream of light fell into the sea, then made a turn, and then came straight to this wave.
After a while, the old man with a kind face emerged from the bottom of the sea.
With a little induction, he found the object he was looking for.
Although strictly speaking, the control of this sea area has long been given to Poseidon as a gift by the old man.
But in fact, tracing back to the source, even he himself is not the real owner of this sea area, and this gift naturally has some loopholes.
Even if he is the eldest son of the ancient sea god, he is not Pontos himself after all.
So from this point of view, the ancient sea god decisively chose to sleep on the concave surface of the earth, perhaps it was not because he wanted to avoid the separation of power.
After all, if he was still awake, the ownership of this sea area would probably be given to Poseidon forever.
"Your Highness Oceanus, it's been a long time since we last met."
"Come to think of it, we actually have the same mother goddess and are brothers connected by blood."
"For so many years, we have been hostile to each other. Who would have thought that we would rekindle our blood relationship?"
His eyes moved and finally stopped on an ocean current.
Looking at the sea surface, Nereus smiled friendly.
The next moment, the ocean current shook, and a face condensed there. As the seawater opened and closed, the voice of Oceanus came from it.
"Nereus... the gentleness of the sea."
"Mortals call you the 'Old Man of the Sea', but we all know what kind of person you are."
"Save your energy. If it weren't for him, I would never cooperate with you."
"Now, tell me what your purpose is."
He didn't say his name, but both people present knew who Oceanus was referring to. The
original god who visited both of them was the beginning of all this, and the danger they faced together was the reason why they met here now.
Great divine power, a word that makes people excited just thinking about it.
Even if there was another original god to play a role in the process, Chaos's sea had already had the foundation for achieving greatness. Even in places they didn't know, the [Original Water] from the outside world was flowing into the world, injecting more powerful power into the power of the sea and water.
But if you really want to take this step, it is still as difficult as ascending to heaven.
The first question is how to converge the symbol of 'sea and water' into one.
If a god has already achieved a great symbol, then he does not necessarily have to be the only one in that field.
As long as he ensures that he always has an absolute advantage in this field, his symbol will not be torn apart.
But on the other hand, if a symbol is constructed from scratch, then the closer the builder is to the "only one", the less difficulties he will face.
And considering that the two major ocean gods have never had similar experience before, it is natural for them to try their best to be perfect.
So in today's sea, facing the combined forces of the oldest sea god and the lord of the river and ocean currents, what other forces are there that prevent them from achieving the "only one"?
"Poseidon, my target is him."
"No matter what, at the beginning of this era, I gave him a large area of sea that originally belonged to us."
"Although I can still find some loopholes in it by relying on my father's power."
"But once we try to gather the power of the entire sea, this move will definitely not be hidden from him."
"What's more, he controls the power of storms, tsunamis and earthquakes, and I think we need to abandon the troubles that this power may bring to us."
Nereus spoke slowly with a smile.
The old man's face was so kind, just like the impression of kindness that mortals had of him.
No one could have imagined that a being with such a smile was actually proposing how to backstab their nominal master.
Although from the beginning, they never really took Poseidon seriously.
"Poseidon... he is not easy to deal with."
A powerful voice took over the conversation, and the Lord of the Ocean said lightly: "No matter what, he is Zeus's brother."
"If we take action against him, if Zeus finds out, everything will be over."
"He won't stand on our side at this time. Perhaps for the original god, he will only try to take us seriously after we succeed."
"I know."
"But who said that I plan to do it myself?"
Smiling and shaking his head, facing the gaze of the human face in the water, Nereus asked:
"Your Highness Oceanus, do you still remember the outbreak in the underworld at the Banquet of the Golden Apple?"
"You mean..."
"Yes, the abyss Tartarus, there may have been some great changes there."
"I don't know what the source is, but it is definitely a force that is enough to make Zeus fear it."
"At that time, I just paid a little attention to it, until the Father God sent a message to me, informing me of the agreement he had made during the banquet."
"So from that day on, I began to investigate the situation related to the abyss."
"So... you found a clue?"
Oceanus was a little surprised with a surprised tone.
Nereus nodded first, then shook his head.
"Strictly speaking, I just found some clues."
"Because of an accident, I noticed some things and people in the human world, and they may be related to that place."
"But the specific details will have to be concluded later."
"So you asked me to come, actually to borrow the power of the Ocean God System?"
The Ocean God Lord suddenly understood the whole story.
Indeed, the Ocean God System is said to have 3,000 river gods, lake gods, spring gods, and water gods. Although this number is a figment, it is actually more than that at its peak.
Even if they are just regional gods, when they spread across the continent, they have evolved into a terrible force over thousands of years.
Just like Paris abandoned his wife, in fact, the person he abandoned was the daughter of a river god.
The intertwined and entangled, no one knows how many tentacles the Ocean God System has quietly extended in the human world.
In short, in this regard, the ancient sea god lineage can be said to be hard to catch up.
"I promise you, Nereus, but you'd better not let me down."
"This is the first thing we're really working on together. If you mess up..."
"If I mess up, I'm afraid you'll have to figure out how to solve Poseidon's problem yourself."
Nereus smiled and spoke in a calm voice.
That day hasn't come yet, and even if it does, I'm not your subordinate.
We have to solve Poseidon's problems, and if I have problems, it won't be good for you either.
East of the Aigario Mountains, there is a medium-sized town.
Since the coalition forces were defeated under the fortress, Athens' temporary command post has also moved.
Although there has been no further action, differences have already appeared.
Not surprisingly, because of the backstabbing of the Trojans, the Western countries are no longer likely to gather together.
In addition, the movement of Olympus is unclear for the time being, so Athens has also retracted its actions.
Of course, in addition to this, there is another factor. That is, outside the western frontier, there is a problem with the sea border in the east of Athens.
As we all know, Athens is a city on the sea.
At the beginning of its establishment, it was once fought over by Athena and Poseidon, and since then it has touched on the interests of the sea more than once.
Until Theseus came to power, this conflict reached a peak.
It was just that due to his strength, this contradiction has never evolved much.
However, the current situation is different from the past. The monarch of Athens has been replaced, and the Western countries have made it clear that they are ready.
Heavy troops are gathered in the western border, and the gods may take action at any time.
At this moment, it seems that I have seen an opportunity to try.
The originally quiet channel of the East China Sea gradually began to be covered with dark clouds.
One east and one west, like two hands waving, trying to destroy the kingdom in the middle.
Faced with this situation, Athens naturally could not turn a blind eye.
But although the situation at sea is important, Andrea could not ignore the affairs of the West at this time.
So when the news of the unusual movement in the East China Sea came, who would deal with it became a problem that must be solved.
But at this time, Ryan, who had not planned to intervene in the ocean, but was ready to wait for the second goddess of fate to arrive, welcomed an unexpected visitor in his room.
...
Bang -
the porcelain cup fell on the table, making a light sound.
The faint fragrance of tea lingered in the room, bringing a bit of mist.
Traveling day and night, from the sea to the land, Nereus looked at the human in front of him, but he could not see anything wrong.
No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary human being... But the more so, the more the son of the ancient sea god believes in his own judgment.
After all, after more than ten days of further exploration and seeking help from river gods and lake gods in various places, Nereus was almost certain that the person in front of him was definitely a priest.
And the source of his power was definitely not a positive power like [light], nor was it an attribute like [royalty] and [earth], but a source from the other side.
Of course, this itself was not a problem.
After all, whether it was the gods of the underworld or some Titan gods in the depths of the starry sky, they all had similar characteristics.
But there was one thing that Nereus was sure they couldn't do.
That was that they absolutely couldn't let a priest hide the aura of the gods on him, even if he faced the genuine sea god head-on, he wouldn't notice any problems.
Nereus didn't know whether Zeus could do this.
After all, the God King never needed his priests to hide their auras. Even if there was something shameful, the wind god would do it for him before.
But what Nereus could confirm was that the Ocean Lord, who was in the sea and stood at the pinnacle of powerful divine power, could never do this.
In this case, there were only a few possibilities for the identity of the person in front of him.
Excluding the Lord of Darkness, who was barely considered a half-member of his own, combined with some other judgments, the old man unexpectedly accurately locked on Ryan's origin.
He came from the abyss and was related to the existence that fought against Zeus - after all, even the time of their activities was so similar.
It was around the time of the Golden Apple Feast that the God King fought against that terrifying existence, and it was at that time that Ryan first left his tracks.
Several coincidences combined together, pointing to the answer that is the real result.
So as soon as this was confirmed, Nereus came to the door.
"Sir, if there are omissions in my analysis, please correct me... and I apologize to you for the prior investigation."
"But as I said, I came here with sincerity."
"To the great man from the abyss, I would like to pay my highest respects."
"And in facing a common enemy, I also think we have a lot to cooperate on."
The voice was calm, without beating around the bush, Nereus chose to get straight to the point.
From the time he arrived at the door to the time he sat down, the eldest son of the ancient sea god explained the reason why he came to the door.
The ancient sea god even apologized to the mortal in his eyes, saying that he did not intend to investigate Ryan's whereabouts.
It was just that the river gods all over the world noticed his whereabouts, so he came to the door.
"...Is that so."
"In that case, I accept your apology, but cooperation, then there is no need."
Putting down the teacup, at this moment, looking at the kind old man in front of him, Ryan was actually a little surprised in his heart.
How did the other party find his whereabouts? After a little recollection, Ryan could understand.
If nothing unexpected happened, it should be after the Golden Apple Feast, when he wandered around the continent for a few years.
In Chaos's human land, those river gods and lake gods all over the world are too common.
Their traces can be seen in almost every country, and they are also likely to find some traces.
However, these are expected, but Ryan is still not sure about Nereus's intentions.
After all, before taking his own actions, Erebus had already covered everything with authority.
Without knowing the specific situation, it was really strange for this sea god to come to the door suddenly.
"Your Highness Nereus, forgive me for being blunt, but in front of the newly enthroned God King, the sea gods did not hesitate to obey.
"Since you did not resist at the beginning, why should you resist now?" "Now the God King has more powerful power, how come you suddenly changed your mind now?"
Looking at the old man in front of him, since the other party had already taken off a layer of vest, Ryan simply admitted it.
He, the apostle of the Lord of Hell, naturally would not casually agree to this agreement that seemed problematic no matter how you looked at it.
"Hehe... It seems that your Excellency understands this world much earlier than we thought. In this case, I can save some time explaining."
"We suddenly changed our minds, that is naturally because we have another supporter."
"I wonder if the great man from the abyss has paid attention to the recent movements on Mount Olympus?"
Still laughing, Nereus slowly spoke.
"Olympus... You mean, the welcoming darkness-"
"I didn't say anything."
He interrupted softly, but looking at Nereus's face, he didn't seem to say it unintentionally.
So that's it... At this moment, Ryan finally understood the intention of the person in front of him.
The real reason why Nereus dared to resist the God King was that he had become part of some plan of Erebus for some reason.
But obviously, this son of the ancient sea god, whose presence was not strong, was not as peaceful as he thought.
The so-called rebellion against Zeus might just be something he wanted to do by the way.
What Nereus really wanted to do might just add some twists and turns to what the Lord of Darkness wanted to do.
Whether active or passive, when a person becomes a pawn of a high-ranking person against another high-ranking person, in order to prevent the other party from killing the donkey after it has done its job, and to give himself more room to maneuver, perhaps the best way is to attract a third high-ranking person, and it is best that he does not have any obvious inclination towards the current situation, nor does he have too strong ability to interfere with the situation.
And it is obvious that although he had fought with Zeus before, the Ring Court Serpent, which only stopped at the underworld, is the best choice.
At least in the eyes of Nereus, the existence of the abyss cannot or does not want to come to the earth easily.
In this case, if there are more ideas, it will be easier for him to act.
For a time, Ryan was basically certain that there were probably more things hidden behind the whole thing.
For example, what did Erebus do, how did he persuade the ancient sea god to work for him, and what further ideas did Nereus have.
But no matter what, Ryan already had a clear understanding of the main thread of this matter.
"Original God... I understand."
After thinking for a moment, Ryan looked up and looked at Nereus.
Sure enough, everything was changing, and Erebus was doing something as usual.
But he probably didn't expect Nereus to make such a choice... or maybe he didn't actually put the existence of hell into his plan.
Anyway, since he met, Ryan naturally couldn't pretend not to see it.
In order to prevent any unexpected changes, he must go and explore it in person.
As for the goddess of fate or something else... it doesn't matter where you wait.
"So, Your Highness Nereus, tell us why you are here."
"What do you plan to do to deal with our 'common enemy' Zeus?"
"Of course, the priority is to clip his wings and weaken his influence - of course, we also have some small selfish motives."
"That is, we can take this opportunity to take back some of the power that originally belonged to us."
"The master of Olympus is the god king Zeus, and besides him, Hades and Poseidon are the highest-ranking gods."
"We plan to target this monarch of the sea - although he is only the one in name."
"And to show our sincerity, we are willing to give him as a gift to the respected great man after we capture him."
"I think the abyss Tartarus should be his best destination."
The first goal has been achieved. No matter what the other party will do, as long as the message has been conveyed, Nereus thinks it is a success.
As for Erebus, if he knew what he did today, he would have been prepared long ago.
He did not tell his father, who was still sleeping on the seabed, about what happened today.
From beginning to end, it was all planned by him and Oceanus.
So if something unexpected really happens, it's no big deal.
The gods don't die, he won't really pay an irreversible price, but the Ocean Lord...
Logically speaking, because the other party has an advantage, the Ocean God system should also occupy the mainstream in the future distribution of benefits.
But in the final analysis, my father is your real opponent.
Therefore, Nereus said that if he really got involved and dragged Oceanus into the water, it would be no big deal.
Getting rid of the possible manipulation of the original god is the first goal, so he successfully persuaded the Ocean God to support; changing the comparison of the status between the gods is the second goal, so it's not a loss anyway.
As for Poseidon's life and death, that's just the third goal.
For Nereus, the abyss is indeed a good place.
There can be isolated from the traction of the laws of the world, and even the laws that are restless because of the departure of the Sea King can be taken over by them.
"...Okay, I know."
Nodding gently, although he didn't know what Nereus was thinking, Ryan knew that the other party must have other plans.
But as long as he participates, the process will eventually be revealed.
"But the great Serpent of the Courtyard will personally give an answer to this matter, not by me."
"So three days later, recite your majesty's name at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods, and you can seek the result yourself."
"And whether you agree or not, I will not mention today's matter to others."
(End of this chapter)