The small city was as hidden as when he came.
With the help of a stream running through the city, Nereus left here quietly.
Although mortals have long been much stronger than before, there is still an insurmountable gap between them and the gods in many places.
As long as they don't want to cause extra trouble, for the old man of the sea, this heavily guarded city can still come and go freely.
And because of this sudden news, Ryan immediately changed his next plan.
He immediately found Andrea and said that he could handle the problems in the East China Sea.
"Poseidon, the king of the sea, once competed with the goddess of wisdom for the ownership of Athens. Although he generously left that salt water in the city of Athens afterwards, everyone knows that the king of the sea has never been a tolerant and generous god."
"And although the kingdoms on the sea are far inferior to those on land, they have geographical advantages after all."
"If we don't want the war to affect the capital at this moment, then we can't let the enemy's warships approach the coast and see the walls of Athens."
Slowly stating his point of view, Ryan was not just making up excuses.
In fact, in his opinion, the recent commotion at sea might be related to the gods, but it probably has little to do with Poseidon.
After all, unlike the gods on Mount Shenshen, this earth-shaking sea god has never been fond of the king of gods, and even often transgresses on weekdays.
So much so that Zeus was once annoyed by this and had to spend energy to catch the handle and then personally punish it decisively.
This is how the walls of Troy were built. It was built brick by brick by Poseidon, and the king who refused to pay for it was also guilty of blasphemy.
So from this point of view, Poseidon did not seem to be willing to cooperate with the Olympian offensive.
"It's probably a bait... but it's not used to lure Athens."
"On the contrary, this is an opportunity for Poseidon to leave his temple."
"Nereus will never take the initiative to attack the Sea King. After all, he knows what that means."
"As long as Zeus knows his idea, the God King will not only not stop it, but may even let it go."
"However, when everything is over, Zeus will have to stand up and regretfully announce that Poseidon is no longer able to control the sea.
"And as the monarch of the gods, the God King will take this burden on his behalf."
Thinking in his heart, Ryan did not say his guess.
Like humans, the gap in wisdom between the gods has never been small.
There are stupid people who can't see the situation clearly, and naturally there are cautious people who keep their heads down and take every step carefully.
"I know, then Mr. Ivan... remember to be careful."
"The Goddess's Aegis Shield is still protecting Athens. It is impossible for the gods on the sea to break through the capital of the kingdom alone."
"If the situation is not good, retreat back to the city first. A temporary victory or defeat is nothing. "
With a serious expression, Andrea warned softly.
She would not go back. This city near the front line already had some atmosphere of war, and the soldiers who followed her here also needed to see their king.
"Okay, I will."
"But those are just some small countries on the ocean. It's far from that stage yet."
"Now you have a lot of helpers. I think there won't be any big problems here in the short term. "
Nodding slightly, and then giving a few final instructions, Ryan turned and left.
There was no problem going to the sea, but before leaving, he still needed to prepare some things.
Objectively speaking, relying solely on the holy power from the giant snake to perform divine arts, the human body actually had no confidence in dealing with Poseidon at sea.
After all, unlike the mechanistic god of fate, Poseidon did not have that kind of very obvious flaw.
So even with the secret help of Nereus, Ryan still needed to get himself a few pieces of help.
...
Squeaky——
circling the city all the way, finally came to a remote warehouse.
Pushing open the dusty door, shaking off the ashes on the ground.
Ryan didn't know how long this place had been abandoned, but it was probably more than a year or two.
Closing the door behind him, his eyes swept around.
There was nothing extra in this empty warehouse, only a faint smell of musty smoke.
"It's here. "
Nodding slightly, Ryan stepped forward.
He applied a pre-mixed light blue color on his hands and drew complicated runes on the ground.
The direction was uncertain and the depth was different.
It was not a two-dimensional symbol, but a three-dimensional text.
If it was a spellcaster who was proficient in space studies, he might be as surprised by the scene in front of him as seeing a divine book.
Because these runes drawn casually explained the coordinates in an extremely concise way and connected the time and space of this place.
This is a typical teleportation array, crude, casual, but effective.
Compared with ordinary gods and priests who can only transmit things that can be converted into energy when communicating, the one in front of Ryan can undoubtedly transmit physical substances.
After a while, as the last familiar and unfamiliar mirror-like symbol appeared on the ground, Ryan took a half step back and gave up the ground.
Faintly, when the symbol representing the Mirror of Spreer was drawn, the meaning of scalding and depravity seemed to have begun to penetrate time and space and reveal itself from it. With a finger, Ryan finally lit a light source in the center of the array.
It refers to himself, the spatial force that acts as a medium, and the object of communication.
According to common sense, there should be three light sources for the ritual, but for Ryan, the three objects are actually one.
Activate the array and watch the lavender light flow along the direction of the rune.
Ryan cut his finger and then touched the ground with his finger.
"..."
"...The great snake surrounding the atrium." "
...The earthly python that devours all souls." "
...The origin and end of all sins in the world."
"I, in my name, pray to you here."
"Please open the door to your kingdom and connect the time and space of chaos and the human world."
A language was chanted in a voice that humans could not make, and the runes on the ground began to burn immediately.
This crudely drawn array pattern will not last long, and it will collapse at most in a moment, but for Ryan, this is enough.
The burning flame condensed in the void and finally turned into a circle of light.
A moment later, a transparent crystal bottle fell from it, followed by a tightly sealed box.
Indistinctly, the laws of the world seemed to react. A power that did not belong to Him appeared here, so He instinctively wanted to expel it.
However, before this reaction really began, the flames went out immediately, and the vision returned to nothingness.
Slowly walking forward, Ryan picked up the fallen things and held them in his hands.
In the crystal bottle, you can see the liquid flashing with hazy smoke, sometimes gathering and sometimes separating.
A feeling of fantasy came to my mind, as if it was some kind of peerless delicacy.
But Ryan knew that anyone who took it would inevitably die uncontrollably.
This was his harvest a long time ago. Since it fell into his hands thousands of years ago, this crystal bottle has been locked in the depths of the treasure house, and no one has ever known it.
It is a relic from the Nine Realms, made from the refined spring water of Hvergelmir, the blood of the original giant Ymir, and some terrible things.
Its toxicity is the best in the nine realms, and there is almost nothing that can stop this poison from growing.
With the destruction of the world, it eventually fell into Ryan's hands along with Odin's treasure house.
And in the world of Chaos, after years of refining by Ryan, it has become even more terrifying.
The despair of dying, the arrogance that was broken, the decay of the spirit, and even the poisonous blood left by Typhon... In addition to the fact that the essence of the immortality of the gods cannot be cracked, the effect of this bottle of poison is absolutely beyond anyone's imagination.
And the most important thing is that, in a sense, it has nothing to do with the spirit world.
After all, since coming to this world, this crystal bottle has never existed in the outside world for a moment.
No matter how it is explored, it is a highly toxic substance from hell.
With it, Poseidon and the sea clan's conventional combat power are nothing to worry about, and all subsequent investigations will not work.
Even the goddess of fate of Chaos cannot know the information before the destruction of the foreign land. The only result they can get is that it comes from the existence of Tartarus.
"Finally, I'll use you."
Nodding slightly, with Nereus's secret help, Ryan didn't think Poseidon could avoid it.
Then the only thing left to worry about was whether he would resist at all costs at the most dangerous moment.
Fortunately, Ryan was not unprepared for this, and the wooden box came for this.
With the things in it, no matter what the Sea King planned to choose, there would be no second possibility.
"Well... it shouldn't be a big problem."
"Three leaves, in fact, you don't need that many."
"After dealing with Poseidon, when dealing with the goddess of fate, maybe we can save a lot of trouble."
"It's a pity that one less thing of this kind of exotic thing is one less."
"And the product of the spirit world... it's better not to take it out now."
The three leaves carried some power with the help of the laws of the foreign land.
And because they were not the creations of Chaos, their origins could not be traced.
The disappearance of Poseidon was destined to be no small matter. After all, when the true god left the world, the turmoil of the laws was bound to attract the attention of all gods.
So before taking action, Ryan had to ensure that even if Erebus took action himself, he could only find the answer of the abyss.
"Okay... that's it."
He put away all the things and smoothed out the traces left behind.
Ryan then pushed open the door and slowly walked out of the remote warehouse.
Everything is ready, and now we can set off directly.
First rush to Athens, and then wait and see what Nereus has planned.
Cry -
Birds are singing above the sea of clouds.
The God King had just seen off the Lord of Darkness in the Golden Palace not long ago, and he was in a much better mood.
Erebus was not interested in the banquet of the gods.
From the beginning to the end, his arrival was just to express his attitude again.
"Don't worry, as long as you get on, I will definitely follow you."
Although he didn't say this directly, it was roughly the same meaning.
So at the end of the banquet, Zeus reprimanded Ares for the trouble caused by Achilles himself.
But the God King turned a blind eye to the root of all this.
He would not take the initiative to do anything, but Zeus believed that it would not be long before what he wanted would come to him one by one.
For example, the centaur who sneaked into the mountain of gods before, or something else.
In a good mood, the God King came to the back mountain of Olympus.
Looking down from here, you can see the nine layers of sea of clouds falling one by one.
The world seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog, but it seems to be all under your feet.
Swish——
"Hmm?"
Zeus looked up at the scenery of the sacred mountain after a long time. However, at a certain moment, he looked up in surprise.
In the direction of his sight, a light white stream of light meandered.
It was her... He was startled at first, and then frowned.
The God King recognized the visitor, who could be considered a frequent visitor to Olympus.
But for some reason, in Zeus's perception, the other party's state today made him feel a little strange.
It was like a precious pearl covered with dust, and a white jade with flaws.
A flaw appeared in a perfect thing, and it was no longer as perfect as before.
And the most special thing was that this "imperfection" made him feel a little uncomfortable from nowhere.
This intuition came without any warning, but he instinctively wanted to stay away.
"... Welcome, Lachesis."
"What kind of wind today made you leave Mount Nisa and come to the hometown of the gods?"
"It's a pity that you came a little late, otherwise you might have caught up with the banquet of the gods."
Without making a sound, the God King showed a pleasant smile.
He opened his hands, as if to give the visitor a hug.
The pale white light fell to the ground, and Lachesis walked out of it.
Looking at the God King approaching, the goddess who measured fate subconsciously took a step back.
She stretched out the short ruler in her hand to block Zeus's approach.
"Your Majesty, my sister should have told you."
"If possible, she hopes you will try not to have any direct contact with her."
"Yes, that's the case."
"But Lachesis, I remember that it seemed to be limited to herself. "
Still laughing, the God King stopped.
"You and your sister don't have this request... I asked her why at the time, but unfortunately she didn't tell me the reason."
"..."
Silent, Lachesis knew that Zeus was right.
But unfortunately, it's different now.
"It's different now."
"Kroto is fine, but I... can't contact you either."
"Otherwise, no matter whether it's you or me, there will definitely be no good results."
"...Is that so? If so, then I'll remember it."
Nodding, Zeus's face couldn't tell what he was thinking.
The God King easily accepted this rule, and there was no majesty of the God King on him.
Zeus always had this attitude towards the goddesses of fate, these three nominal daughters.
He never took the initiative to look for them, but if they came to him, the king of gods would always treat them with courtesy.
Some gods were puzzled by this, after all, the king of gods should be the one who feared fate the most.
But for thousands of years, Zeus has been like this.
Gradually, the gods got used to it.
"Then Lachesis, let's get back to the topic."
"In my impression, although you occasionally come to Olympus, you have never specifically looked for me."
"Under the guidance of fate, as long as you don't want to see me, you can always avoid me."
"So Lachesis, I wonder if you need me to do anything for you today?"
"No matter what it is, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse."
"I need you to find someone for me."
"His name is Paris... I could have seen him, but now he is out of my 'sight'."
Lachesis spoke slowly, but did not say anything about Atropos.
Because the goddess of fate cannot speak out the fate she sees, unless she is guiding that person to the path he is supposed to take.
"Whether it is the sky, the earth or the ocean, as long as he is in this world, I will find his whereabouts."
"Now only the power of the God King can do this the fastest, and this is why I came to you."
"Is that so? I know."
"No problem, it's just a small matter."
Without asking any more questions, Zeus nodded and agreed.
He just clenched the air, and the three-color scepter appeared in his hand.
The invisible wave swept across the earth with Olympus as the center, following the order established by the kingship.
In just a moment, Zeus found the person the goddess of fate mentioned.
"Is it so easy..."
Somewhat surprised that there was no obstacle.
At first, Zeus thought that this human who made the goddess of fate unable to observe was protected by some existence.
With a slight movement in his heart, the God King wanted to investigate the situation of that person for a while, but soon, this idea was interrupted by himself. No... there is no need for that.
He drew a circle in the air with his scepter, and the next moment, a picture emerged from it.
Zeus then spoke and pointed out the location in the picture.
"This is the human world, near the royal city of Sparta."
"The person you are looking for is there... Lachesis, do you need me to bring him to you?"
"No, I will handle it myself."
Lachesis refused flatly, but as soon as she said it, she felt that she was a little too cold.
In any case, Zeus had provided them with a lot of help in many things.
So after thinking about it, the goddess still explained.
"The trouble he has is not small, but that cannot be solved by force."
"If your majesty intervenes, it is likely to make the situation even more unpredictable."
"Don't worry, I understand."
Zeus smiled and waved his hand, and then invited: "Then Lachesis, do you want to sit on the sacred mountain for a while?"
"No, I have to deal with this matter quickly."
The whereabouts of Atropos is still unclear, and Lachesis just wants to find her sister as soon as possible.
Waving her skirt, the goddess hurried away.
Soon, the top of Mount Olympus returned to peace again.
The God King just smiled to himself as if nothing had happened, and then continued to enjoy the scenery of the sea of clouds.
·······
The world, the Laconian Plain.
The east bank of the Eurotas River.
A hurricane blew in the sky, and thick clouds piled up together.
Under the gloomy sky, there was dry air without moisture.
Riding the wind and rain, the prince with a changed temperament descended from the sky.
Across the wide river, Paris looked at the huge city built on the west bank, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.
In that illusion, in the so-called future, it was here that he and Helen became closer and closer.
And here was also the source of his subsequent pain.
Because of this relationship that should not exist, he and his kingdom eventually paid the price with their lives.
His brother and father also died because of this, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were stained with blood on the city.
But...
"But what does this have to do with Helen?"
"She is so beautiful and so kind."
"She should have belonged to me, and I am her destiny!"
"Spartans, a group of barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood."
"Ridiculous traditions, ridiculous country."
"Such a place is worthy of Helen staying?"
Step by step, the prince strolled along the river.
Although it was just a false future, it seemed to him like a real experience.
Everything else was like an illusion, and Paris could not remember what he had encountered in the so-called future.
But there was one thing he could be sure of, that is, he and Helen were indeed in love.
Of course, there was nothing strange about this.
After all, no matter how you think about it, between the handsome Paris with a wealthy family and the ordinary Sparta with a cruel tradition, most people would make the right choice.
Paris waved the elder wand in his hand, and his heart moved slightly.
Then, under his will, the mud on the shore gathered together.
They turned into stone bricks, and finally built a wide arch bridge.
Walking on the arch bridge, the prince's face was full of joy.
He liked this feeling, liked the beauty of having his dreams come true.
"Wait a minute, who are you? How dare you build a bridge on my body!"
Suddenly, an angry shout rang out.
The prince frowned, and then a smile appeared on his lips again.
Turning back, he saw a middle-aged man with rough blue hair looking over here in the river not far away.
Paris felt a little threatened by the other person.
"Heh."
With a low laugh, the prince had roughly understood it over the past few days.
These existences that made him feel threatened were actually only threatening his normal self, not himself holding the magic wand.
And in front of this magic wand that belonged to him, the so-called threat was just like this.
"Who are you? How dare you block my way?"
The young prince asked with a playful tone.
"Mortal, I am Eurotas, the god of this river."
"It is named after me, and only those who have my permission can build a bridge here."
Not wanting to make trouble, the river god continued to warn: "There is a bridge not far from here, and there is a temple belonging to me next to the bridge."
"Just pray for a moment in the temple, and you can cross the river at any time."
As a regional god spread all over the world, the most insignificant and important member of the Oceanic God System, the river god is not qualified to establish a formal church and faith.
In other words, with their meager divine power, they cannot do this.
But with the rise of the era of faith, many river gods and lake gods more or less hope to accumulate more divine power. In
case their main body is destroyed in the future, they may be able to survive the backlash with their past accumulation and not fall into eternal sleep directly.
So the situation like the Eurotas River has become common, whether it is irrigating the river bank, passing through the river surface, or even fishing.
These regional gods, whose real combat power is not necessarily that strong even if they are not restricted, coexist with the human kingdom and become an indispensable part of the human world.
"Now, destroy this bridge."
"Mortal, this is also the agreement between me and Sparta."
As if seeing the extraordinary of Paris, the river god behaved politely.
As an immortal but weak regional god, if he can avoid trouble, Eurotas is still unwilling to cause trouble.
"Temple... Prayer... Sparta?"
Paris repeated these words on the banks of the Eurotas River.
Logically, as a prince, Paris should have been accustomed to such things. After all,
even the wife he was supposed to marry was the son of a river god.
But at this moment, Paris instead developed a sense of malice.
You know, in the "future" he saw, he was shot by a poisoned arrow. At
this time, he had obviously "repented", and at the end of his life he hoped that his wife could save his life.
But the vicious woman did not do so. Instead, she angrily denounced Paris for being ruthless and ungrateful.
Ha... Although he was the first to abandon the other party, it was only because Helen was the destined true love.
Since he already knew his mistake, why didn't Oenone forgive him?
"Humph, I've heard that Apollo, who drives the chariot of the gods, also made mistakes and was punished in Troy with Poseidon."
"He was attracted by Oenone's beauty on Mount Ida and taught her the recipe for curing diseases and dispelling poisons." With
a sneer, holding the Elder Wand, Paris's heart was filled with strong confidence.
Could he be wrong? Maybe.
But he has already apologized, and others still refuse to forgive him, then he is no longer wrong.
It is wrong to be fickle, but Oenone just hid it well, and everyone is not much different.
I didn't even want you to die, but you let me die without saving me... After convincing himself in his heart, Paris's eyes became more and more unfriendly.
With the same identity, he still stood in the Spartan camp.
If it was the past self, it would be fine, but now, the opponent's strength seems to be just so-so.
"Eurotas, river god of the Spartans, you actually want me to pray to you on this land that belongs to humans."
"If I refuse you, what will you do?"
"...I won't do anything, human, no one forces you to pray.
"But even if it is to comply with the laws of the Kingdom of Sparta, you cannot build a bridge here privately."
With an angry look on his face, the river god felt that the prince in front of him was simply unreasonable.
However, there are many similar examples among human heroes, so looking at the fearless humans in front of him, Eurotas took another step back.
"In fact, mortals, for those who are truly capable, those with noble blood, I never stop them from crossing the river in their own way."
"My bridge is only for most humans, not everyone."
"So if you don't want to, you can also choose to refuse."
"Flying or other methods, you can rely on your own ability to cross me. "
The words were well-reasoned, and the words of the river god made Paris unable to refute for a while.
Yes, from beginning to end, the reason why Eurotas appeared here was only because of this bridge.
However, when the river god's voice fell, the prince was stunned for a moment, and then a stronger dissatisfaction arose in his heart.
Destiny has been defeated by me, in comparison, why should you let me follow your rules!
"Hehe, but I refuse."
With a sneer and a light shake of his wrist, a force acted on this temporary stone bridge as the prince's mind wished.
It began to become strong and difficult to be damaged.
After doing all this, the prince stepped onto the bridge.
"No one can teach me how to do things, go back to your riverbed."
"In the name of Paris, from today on, this stone bridge will last forever!"
"Human, you-! "
Pointing at Paris, blood rushed to his face, and Eurotas, with a red face, couldn't help but glared.
This mortal was too arrogant, so he could no longer bear it.
The long river began to rise with the anger of its master, and the river god added his power to the rolling torrent.
The waves that were enough to break steel hit the side of the stone bridge, but in the prince's sneer, the entire stone bridge did not move at all.
A few drops of water splashed on his face, and Paris wiped off the water marks.
Looking at the astonished river god, the prince couldn't help laughing and drew out his magic wand.
"Hahahahaha... As expected, evil gods, you have been harboring malicious intentions for a long time."
"It's just a bridge, what's the big deal, compared to you forcing others to sacrifice, it's nothing .
" "Come on, let me get rid of the harm for the people today.
" "When I get rid of you and the brutal Spartan royal family, the people here will thank me-unless they are your accomplices."
"Now, you start. "
A ray of spiritual light was drawn from the tip of the magic wand. Under Paris's will, reality was tampered with in front of the mind.
The mud on both sides of the river turned into chains one after another and bound the river god. A little blue light rushed left and right in it.
Despite struggling hard, in front of the powerful force of the magic wand, Eurotas was finally locked firmly on the water.
With a smug smile, Paris approached the river god step by step.
"Gods are no more than that."
"Since I have defeated death, what in this world can do to me?"
"Fate can't kill me, how can you beat me?"
"Woo woo--"
The river god couldn't speak with his mouth blocked, but the prince could still see the other's anger from his eyes.
But what's the point of this? In the face of absolute power, your resistance itself is just a joke to please me.
"You... come here. "
With a wave of his wand, Paris unexpectedly spotted a figure from the corner of his eye.
It was a woman with extraordinary appearance, who seemed to be around 30 years old.
Judging from her fair skin, she was probably a human noble nearby.
Oh, I thought that the daughters of Spartans were all very brave, but I didn't expect there would be an exception... Raising his hand to call the other party from a distance, the prince casually ordered:
"Tell me, what's your name?"
"Well... forget it, it's not important."
"The important thing is that I have finally conquered this evil river god. From now on, you no longer need to cross the bridge he built."
"From today on, you will be able to cross the bridge I built, and no one will ask you to do anything... and you will be the witness of all this."
The prince's mouth curled slightly, and he seemed to remember something.
He then pointed his magic wand down to the water.
The next moment, three waves rose from the river and rushed away.
This river god seemed to have built three bridges, at the intersections of three roads. But now that I have my own, those are no longer necessary.
"Remember, this is what Paris did after he defeated his destined death, and he came here to save the most beautiful Helen in the world... This is my gift to her, and you, you have to let my story spread in this land."
"Do you understand?"
"..."
The woman was captured by an invisible force, and she looked at the river god who was still struggling, and nodded slowly.
"My name is-"
"It doesn't matter."
Interrupting the woman's self-introduction, Paris thought silently for a moment.
He then waved his magic wand again, causing the ground beside the river to crack.
The next moment, the river god Eurotas sank into it with a "woooo" sound, and then the crack closed again under the prince's will.
After doing all this, Paris nodded with satisfaction, and then tapped the woman's forehead with the tip of the magic wand.
A flash of light passed, as if something was left on her body.
Retracting his right hand, the prince explained with a smile:
"... Well, as you can see, the evil river god got what he deserved, and what I just imposed on you was a very common curse."
"Well... Just like the stories circulating in the world, every wizard is very good at this."
"So you know, if you fail to spread my deeds, the curse will kill you."
"I think you shouldn't be so stupid?" "
... I know."
"Besides, I am-"
"Okay, it doesn't matter."
"Now, go do what you should do."
"Hahahaha..."
Paris interrupted with a wave of his hand and laughed loudly. At this moment, the prince felt very happy.
He waved his magic wand and flew into the sky, flying towards the city on the other side of the river.
Once again using a regional god to verify his power, Paris can't wait to see Helen now.
Compared with his beloved, this Spartan woman is also very beautiful, but for some reason, the prince doesn't want to see her at all.
"..."
Left under the support of the strong wind, Paris's figure soon disappeared into the horizon.
On the stone bridge built by his power, the woman was silent.
After a long time, the woman walked down the bridge and came to the place where the river god Eurotas was buried.
Here, the power left by the magic wand did not end, but continued.
"..."
"Eurotas... I am Lachesis."
"I am sorry for what happened to you."
"Wait a little longer... It won't be long before you can see the light of day again."
Under the earth, the river god who was still struggling seemed to stop.
On the ground, Lachesis looked back at the stone bridge, carefully experiencing this magical power.
In her eyes, Paris's magic wand was like a part of Atropos's body, but it was mixed with other things.
This thing cut by the power of fate itself turned into this powerful magic wand. Even if Lachesis also controlled the power of fate, she could not do anything with it.
Fate is the most stringent rule, and its order is reflected in its inviolability.
Find the right way, anyone can break it.
If you can't find the right way, no matter how powerful the power is, it can't shake its existence.
"Sister..."
From the remaining power, Lachesis seemed to see the traces left by Atropos.
Handing over his weapon with his own hands, and then being betrayed by the greedy prince.
The scissors that cut short fate originally symbolize the power of fate to judge everything, so it is not surprising that it will form such a magic wand under Paris's wish.
It's a pity that Lachesis can't see the other person who led all this with just these.
His figure is shrouded in a layer of mist, and only from Paris can the goddess get his information.
Flutter -
turned into a white dove, Lachesis soared into the sky.
Her eyes can clearly see where Paris is. The young prince is hiding his figure at this moment, trying to sneak into the palace of Sparta.
Obviously, the prince does not want to scare Helen, so he prefers to get to know her first, rather than violently breaking into the palace.
Flying in the clouds, Lachesis immediately accelerated and passed the position where Paris was.
Flutter...
Diving down, among the densely packed buildings, following the guidance of fate, Lachesis flew from a skylight into a gorgeously decorated room.
Unlike the rough architecture of the Spartan city-state, this place is more like the place where princesses from other kingdoms live.
The white dove circled in the house for a week, and then turned into Lachesis again.
The goddess looked at the furnishings around her, and then pushed open a door leading to the bedroom.
Tap tap...
Walking into the bedroom, Lachesis saw a girl in sky blue pajamas on a bed covered with flower petals.
Although she couldn't see her front face, her seductive temperament was enough to make anyone feel defeated.
"Helen..."
After reading this name, Lachesis slowly stepped forward.
With every step, her appearance changed a little.
Until she walked to the girl's bed, Lachesis had completely changed.
And she gently stretched out her hand and covered Helen's forehead.
Some kind of change occurred in the dark.
At this moment, Lachesis was Helen.
Fate's backlash came one after another, but the goddess just waved her ruler to delay the backlash.
Don't worry about too much debt, this is what you have to pay to solve the problem.
And then, she just needs to wait for Paris to come.
The next day.
The sun rose, and the goddess of dawn danced in the sky, welcoming the arrival of Apollo, the god of the sun.
Winter had passed, and everything in the world was growing.
In Sparta, Paris walked in the palace.
Some of the warriors passing by were shirtless, revealing scars all over their bodies; some were fighting with each other, and it was unknown what they were fighting for.
As a nation that worships strength, when the king led his people away, the people left behind could only vent their energy in this way.
But without exception, none of them found any traces of Paris passing by.
Holding the Elder Wand, the prince felt like a god who could make his wishes come true.
So far, he has not encountered anything that he cannot do.
And the only thing that limits his play is probably his imagination.
After all, imagination is not fantasy. Paris can imagine "the sea flooding the continent", but he has no idea what kind of scene it is, so there is no way to test whether his power can do it.
Therefore, although reason tells the prince that his power definitely has its upper limit.
But at least in Paris' current vision, he is an omnipotent existence.
Now, the prince thought that there was only one thing left for the perfection of his life.
"Helen... You should agree to leave with me today."
Walking through the corridor,
Paris walked with ease. As long as he thought of his recent experiences, he felt a surge of emotions.
Just a dozen days ago, just as the prince did, he successfully entered the Kingdom of Sparta and saw Helen, whom he had been thinking about day and night.
His beloved, his everything, she was still so beautiful, so intoxicating...
Repressing his excitement, Paris did everything he could in just a few days.
From an unexpected "chance encounter" to a soul-touching conversation, through his understanding of Helen, every word the prince said was so in tune.
No one can refuse a soul mate who perfectly matches their three views. If there is one, then give this soul mate a perfect face.
If the above two cannot impress you, then give him powerful power, the wealth of the enemy country, noble blood and extraordinary status.
Paris did not have these before, but he still won Helen's heart.
Now when the prince who had everything came here again, he naturally won the favor of the beauty again.
In just a dozen days, Paris took Helen to experience all kinds of novel experiences.
They watched the sunrise on the sea of clouds together, and walked on the lake under the moon together.
The prince created a sea of flowers for Helen, and then built a tall building with snowflakes.
Paris could feel that every day, his relationship with Helen was getting better.
After all, such means had no rivals in this era, and even the prince himself admired his creativity.
Until yesterday, Paris finally felt that the time was ripe.
He asked his beloved to leave the city with her and fly away.
There was no need to elope or escape. He would enter Sparta openly and let these barbarians know how powerful he was.
But at this last step, the prince encountered a problem.
Because although Helen was willing to go with him, she was still a little worried.
Squeak——
"Helen, my moon!"
"I come to see you again. Only when I see you can my life have meaning!"
Pushing open the door, he walked into the palace filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Paris shook his wrist gently and conjured up a bunch of colorful roses.
And as if hearing the movement at the door, a touching figure walked out of the house.
Looking at the handsome prince holding flowers, Helen's eyes first flashed with surprise, and then a hint of cunning emerged.
"Ah——Mr. Paris, you are here again, and you brought me a bunch of roses."
"But I have heard that roses are the embodiment of love and beauty, and the favorite flowers of the goddesses on Mount Olympus."
"Then dear prince, please tell me honestly and objectively——If we stand together with that noble goddess, who is more beautiful?"
Maybe it was because Helen was still young at this time, she was much more energetic than later... Sighing in his heart, Paris smiled even more.
This is a question that is not easy to answer, because no matter what, everyone knows it.
Whether it is for gods or humans, it is already a limit to think that she has the same beauty as the goddess of beauty.
After all, no matter what, Aphrodite's appearance is indeed impeccable from the concept of beauty alone.
You can belittle her from the perspective of morality and temperament, but you cannot criticize her from the perspective of pure appearance.
In this case, the prince's praise is either not honest enough or can only avoid pure appearance.
But obviously, this can't really stump Paris.
"Madam, beauty is a subjective concept. I can't guarantee that my answer is really objective enough. But if you must let me give a conclusion, then I can only give you this answer."
"The goddess of beauty is indeed worthy of her title. In my eyes, her back is unique in the world."
"And you, my everything, when you look at me, the beauty you have is unparalleled in the world."
It seems that nothing has been said, and it seems that everything has been said.
Looking at the girl who seems to be a little embarrassed by his words, Paris suppressed some thoughts in his heart.
To this day, Helen is destined to be his.
And what the prince wants most at this moment is to leave with the other party openly.
Thinking of this, Paris stepped forward and said in a gentle tone:
"Helen, listen to me."
"Nothing in this world can compare to your position in my heart, and you shouldn't stay in this barbaric kingdom."
"Leave with me, no one can separate us, just like I said yesterday."
"This kingdom can't stop me, my power is far stronger than you think."
"...Paris, it's not that I don't want to leave with you, but this is the royal city of a country after all."
"Although I believe you won't lie to me, it's still too dangerous. If you..."
"I'll be fine!"
Paris was touched. He knew that Helen was worried about his safety, but it was totally unnecessary.
Taking a deep breath, the prince drew out his wand, and an extremely strong confidence burst out from his chest.
"Helen, I'm not comforting you, nor am I taking any risks."
"In fact, I have already defeated the destined death."
"Destiny can't kill me, it has already been trampled under my feet - Helen, please believe me!"
"I..."
He forced a smile and looked at the thin wooden stick. Although he tried to show a trusting look, Paris could still see Helen's worry.
Although the prince had shown the magic of the Elder Wand more than once in the past ten days, it was obvious that Helen attributed this to Paris's own strength.
In today's world, legends of powerful heroes are common.
But if a kingdom can be defeated with just a wooden stick, it is difficult for people to accept it anyway. He was a little irritated, but looking at Helen who was organizing her words to persuade him, Paris could not get angry at all.
The other party was just thinking about him, and if he hadn't experienced it himself, would he really believe in the "overcoming fate" and "omnipotent magic wand"?
It was normal for Helen to have doubts about this.
However, normality is normal, and his power is real.
Thinking of this, the prince made a decision.
"Helen, I know you don't believe me yet, but it doesn't matter, I will make you believe it."
"All lies in this world will be shattered in the face of facts. I will tell you with the iron truth that there is nothing I can't share with you, and every word I say is true and sincere."
He spoke in a deep voice, his left hand unconsciously stroking the wand like a finger joint, and Paris finally stretched out his right hand.
He turned the Elder Wand over and handed the handle to the other party.
Helen was obviously stunned for a moment, and then took the wand handed to him by Paris.
"This is..."
"Hold it, this is the most powerful weapon in the world. Not long ago, a god even fell asleep because of it."
"This is my divine object, and it is the proof of my victory over fate. Helen, it is meaningless for ordinary people to get it, but you are different."
"I handed it to you personally, and you are the only one in the world who can "subdue" me."
With a slight smile, Paris said that in his opinion, Helen probably had no chance to know the "future".
And being "defeated" by Helen, the prince did not think there was anything wrong.
"Come, feel his power, this gift after defeating fate."
"As long as you want, it can turn imagination into reality."
"This is the most powerful and perfect witchcraft in the world."
"We don't need to learn anything, just hold it, and we can make our wishes come true."
Watching Helen's transition from being at a loss to curiosity, and then to novelty and excitement, Paris took a step back and turned to look out the window.
At this moment, Sparta was cloudless and the sky was blue.
The prince pointed to the sky and said without turning his head:
"Come, try your power."
"Wave the magic wand, you can summon clouds and rain, and tear the city walls."
"Well... okay."
A gentle voice came from behind, and the prince couldn't help but smile.
Helen is like this, as gentle and perfect as ever...
Thinking of this in his heart, for some reason, Paris felt that his eyes seemed a little blurry.
From light to dark, everything in his vision turned into dark tones, and finally returned to darkness.
The prince wanted to reach out and pat his head, but his thinking became slower and slower.
Maybe it was a day, or maybe it was a moment.
At a certain moment, Paris felt that he fell into darkness.
Apart from that, there was no feeling.
Plop -
retracting his right hand, Lachesis calmly looked at the prince who fell to the ground.
Behind him, a black wound was clearly visible.
If the prince was still conscious at this moment, he might accidentally find that the wound on his body was exactly the same as the wound he left on Atropos.
No matter the position or size, there was no difference.
"This is the response from fate to you, human."
"Since you have done something you shouldn't have done, we will return what we have done to you."
In the dark, the backlash of fate fell again.
Although this is an equal response, the reason why all this happened in the first place was that the three goddesses failed to maintain a fixed fate.
Although in the final analysis, this was not caused by the three goddesses who were born not long ago, the world itself still would not forgive them.
However, feeling that the backlash was much less than expected, Lachesis couldn't help but feel fortunate for her choice of candidates.
In the right track of fate, Paris died because of Helen, and now he also died because of Helen.
Although the cause, process and result are not quite the same, this has saved her some trouble.
So what needs to be done now is to find the real black hand behind the scenes.
"Let me take a look..."
Holding the magic wand, Lachesis began to explore the real culprit behind the scenes with Paris as the lead.
It is impossible for this ridiculous prince to make such a thing. There must be someone else who really caused all this.
"This is..."
"An Athenian?"
After a long time, it seemed that the answer was finally found, but the result surprised the goddess.
Was that human the cause of all this, but on what basis?
Unsure, and a little hesitant.
Lachesis knew that either she had not found the right target, or the other party actually had hidden extraordinary qualities.
Perhaps she should find someone to test it, but for the goddess of fate, the answer obtained from fate itself could not be told to people who were not supposed to know all this.
If this move was to get the other party on the right track of fate, it could be done barely.
But no matter how you look at it, asking the gods to test a human has absolutely nothing to do with this.
"Huh..."
"Be careful and take it one step at a time."
The hand holding the elder wand waved gently, and words appeared on a silk scarf, turning into a bird and flying north.
Lachesis did not intend to hide her discovery from her sister. In
case something happened to her, she couldn't let her start from scratch without knowing anything... But then again, this so-called magic wand was really useful.
The power of fate mixed with many other things, and in the end, the power of fate, which originally could not directly interfere with the world, greatly enhanced the power of other parts in a clever way.
Indistinctly, it was as if a world was actually inseparable from the existence of fate. When the power of fate was born, the material and spirituality built on the void also experienced a certain intersection and sublimation.
Unfortunately, I couldn't use it all the time, because in fact, the person who really met the requirements of the Elder Wand was not Lachesis, but Helen.
Even the goddess of fate herself had no power to change this.
Shaking her head gently, for just a moment, Lachesis no longer had any regrets.
If she could solve the guy who caused Atropos' disappearance, then she might be able to get a second item similar to this magic wand.
But if she couldn't solve it, then there would be no future.
In the final analysis, as long as she was on guard, it would be difficult for her to defeat the opponent with other people's weapons.
So in this case, it didn't matter whether she could use this magic wand or not.
"Hmm..."
"What time is it?"
In a beautifully decorated room, on a soft big bed.
Helen woke up from her sleep with a dazed look in her eyes.
Outside the window was the sunset, and the day was about to end.
But Helen remembered clearly that she fell asleep in such an evening.
Did she sleep for a whole day without noticing? Shaking her head gently, the girl tried to sit up from the bed, but she felt weak all over.
It was as if she didn't just sleep, but a long time had passed.
After a lot of efforts, Helen lay back on the bed and began to recall what happened before she went to bed.
There was nothing special, the only difference was that she seemed to have had a very long dream...
Emptying her mind, Helen vaguely remembered something.
She seemed to have transformed into a woman much older than her, on a high mountain.
Two other vague figures accompanied her on both sides, one of them was responsible for weaving cloth, and the other held scissors.
As for Helen herself, she held a long ruler to measure the length of the cutting.
Every time she measured a piece of cloth, it was like seeing a life.
At the end of this long dream, Helen felt like she saw a very familiar figure.
The figure's life had gone through many twists and turns, and experienced lows and highs.
The moment before she woke up from the dream, she was standing on a high city wall, showing a sad smile to the countless figures below the city.
At this moment, Helen opened her eyes.
"What a strange dream..."
she murmured to herself, looking at the chandelier on the roof with scattered eyes.
Helen was still very young at this time, even just an adult.
After lying on the bed for a while, the girl tried to sit up again.
But this time, Helen's hand accidentally touched a hard object.
"...What is this?"
Putting the thing she touched in front of her eyes, Helen unexpectedly found that it was a wooden stick with distinct joints like fingers.
She had never seen it before, and there shouldn't be such a wooden stick on her bed.
But for some reason, holding this unknown object, Helen felt a sense of love and closeness.
It was as if it should belong to her, and she was its only owner.
"..."
After a short silence, at a certain moment, Helen suddenly had an idea.
She waved her hand gently and pointed at herself.
The next moment, the feeling of weakness was completely driven away.
Instead, she was full of energy and spirit.
"This--!"
With her eyes wide open, Helen was a little overwhelmed, but more of an unexpected surprise.
This was the first time she had seen such a magical scene.
"No matter where you come from, this is my room."
"Since you have come to my place, from now on, you are mine!"
Holding the cane tightly, Helen whispered to herself, and then a smile appeared on her face again.
In this era, everyone may encounter various adventures.
The great heroes in the legendary stories are more likely to pick up a sword, which is a sharp weapon forged by the God of Craftsman; drinking a glass of wine is a reward from the Goddess of Youth.
It's not strange that she has such a thing around her after a sleep.
The only thing she needs to worry about is whether she will suddenly have a child after a while.
After all, there is a precedent for all this... After a golden rain, the queen locked in the tower was pregnant with the offspring of the God King.
Although this may not be a bad thing, for young Helen, this is not the future she wants.
...
Flutter -
outside the skylight of the palace, white doves quietly landed on the treetops.
Through the window sill, Lachesis quietly watched Helen wake up, and then she used the wand for the first time.
If you replace the fate of others, you must return an equal reward.
So Lachesis simply left the Elder Wand, which was already unusable, there. As for the disturbance of fate that might be caused... there was nothing she could do about it. After all
, even Paris was dead. As another protagonist in the mortal world, Helen probably had no chance to cause a new round of Trojan War.
"... This fate, let's end here."
"It's already difficult to correct the mistakes. I can only try to avoid bigger mistakes."
After watching for a while, Lachesis flapped her wings.
Soon, the white dove flew up from the tree and headed towards the east of the continent.
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North of Athens.
A huge seaport near the coastline.
Densely packed warships were closely arranged on the coast, and most of them had already sailed out of the port.
A solemn atmosphere permeated the coast. Obviously, the behavior of the maritime countries to tentatively sail into the Athenian trade route had spread.
On the calm sea, the wooden hulls flashed with the light of runes; under the high-hanging sails were huge crossbows.
Occasionally, several crystal round tubes could be seen on several huge hulls. If people in later generations saw this scene, they would probably blurt out the word "cannon".
For a moment, the classical and modern painting styles seemed to be combined together, making people feel weird and harmonious.
But for the Athenians at this time, they could not realize the specialness of this.
After all, in their impression, this is what the navy should look like.
Among the numerous warships, on the largest and most "advanced" flagship, a group of Athenian soldiers dressed obviously as naval generals were gathered around a young man.
A sea chart was spread out in front of them, as if they were studying the war.
Judging from the faces of several people, they obviously did not reach an agreement on the future direction.
Shasha...
a light friction sound was heard, and fingers slowly moved across the sea chart.
The middle-aged general was obviously trying to stay calm, but looking at the ridiculous straight line on the sea chart, his eyes were still twitching.
Not long ago, this young man holding the new king's token came to the Athenian Navy's base and announced that he would take over the war against foreign enemies.
And his way to meet the enemy was this straight line.
Naval strategy?
The middle-aged general hoped so.
But no matter how you look at it, it's just a doodle that a three-year-old child can draw.
I don't know the sea conditions, the climate, the supply locations of both sides, and where they might be affected by the power of the opposite side's belief in gods.
If applied to the army's attack, this so-called strategy is like connecting the location of the military camp with the enemy's city, and then requiring the army to charge. No matter if there are hills or swamps ahead, or if there is a possibility of an ambush, you must move forward at full speed and move forward courageously.
"Mr. Ivan... I have no objection to Her Majesty the Queen's trust in you."
"After all, to be honest, I am also a veteran who has fought with the late king.
" "The late king was wise and courageous, and I believe his successor will not be much worse. Moreover, I have seen many capable people like you over the years."
The middle-aged general spoke slowly, considering his words.
Although he was already very dissatisfied with this, he still did not want to conflict with the newcomer.
"At the beginning, I often judged them based on my feelings when I first met them."
"But later I gradually discovered that although some of them can show their abilities at the first meeting, some of them are not so obvious." "
But when I came into contact with them more later, I found that it was just that I didn't understand what they were really good at."
"As a general, I don't understand those things about governing a country, or advanced alchemical techniques. Just like these alchemical equipment bought at a high price, I can only use them, but I can't repair them at all."
"Maybe you are like this in some aspects. You have extraordinary abilities in your professional field, and even among human countries, there are few who can match you."
"But if we only talk about war on the sea, then I ask myself that I still have some room to speak."
"No matter how you look at it, the plan you have made does not conform to the traditional naval warfare thinking-at least that's what I understand."
"So if there are any special ideas here, I am willing to listen attentively, just to increase my knowledge."
"But if not... maybe you can refer to the strategy we have formulated in advance."
Reaching out for another nautical chart, the middle-aged general felt that he had tried his best to use his poor language skills.
After all, Athens was not a traditional maritime power in the past.
Most of the Athenian navy today was established when Theseus was in power, and they could not compete with the traditional nobles in all aspects.
Take him for example, the divine blood in the middle-aged general has been out for ten generations.
"So... is this the strategy you have formulated?"
Ignoring the general's complicated mood, Ryan casually flipped through the map he took out.
Large and small marks were drawn all over the map, and various arrows and curves were densely covered on it.
And there were a total of six such sea charts, which were obviously their previous deductions of the naval battle situation.
Putting aside various off-field factors, Ryan had to look up to this unprepossessing general just by looking at these sea charts.
Although the Athenian navy was established not long ago, perhaps because of this, they were not influenced by the continental countries in terms of tactical command, but were closer to the style of Silver Moon City.
Ryan admitted that the other party's plan was indeed very good, and it stands to reason that he didn't have to stick to his own opinion.
However, when flipping through the sea charts at this moment, Ryan suddenly found a somewhat embarrassing problem.
That is, as a separated incarnation of human nature, he cannot always accept the prayers of Silver Moon City to the Lord of the Spirit World for thousands of years, nor can he receive the knowledge and memory returned by the Well of Samsara from the life and death of all living beings.
So at this moment, facing the large and small marks, Ryan actually didn't recognize any of them.
Well... it's no wonder.
After all, the reason why Ryan came to command this so-called naval battle was not because he was so good at this thing, but because there was an insider to help in this battle. Not
long ago, in order to lead Poseidon out of his bedroom, Nereus, who finally got the affirmative answer from the "Lord of Hell", proposed a bold idea.
He said that the harassment of Athens by the maritime countries was influenced by him, and most of them were believers of the Sea King.
And if you want to achieve your wish, the best way is to let them all die in the sea.
A great defeat, a miserable defeat, or even a provocation to the Sea King, can definitely arouse Poseidon's anger.
And because of the hostile relationship between Athens and the continental countries at the moment, no one would think there was anything wrong with it.
Even if Zeus knew about this, he would only think that this was some back-up plan left by Athena, and would not suspect the ancient sea god.
So in this case, it was completely "I am about to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty surrender first?" No matter how he fought, he would win, so Ryan did not spend more effort.
Just looking at the middle-aged general who was loyal to his duty in front of him, Ryan thought about it, and finally did not admit that he knew nothing about these sea charts.
Anyway, it is certain to win. Since the result is the same, the process is as simple as possible.
"Pop--"
He casually put a few sea charts aside and pulled out the one he drew at the beginning.
Under the gaze of the middle-aged general, Ryan slowly asked:
"Then this general, may I ask if you are sure to win if you execute your "plan"?"
"No one can say that they will win, not to mention that the former king is no longer here. Strictly speaking, our military strength is actually at a disadvantage."
The middle-aged general explained in a deep voice.
"Well, how long will it take you to execute your 'plan'?"
"Naval warfare is about finding opportunities. No one can be sure when and where the battle will take place."
"In fact, the plan I made must also be adapted to the times and cannot be executed rigidly. I have marked it above..."
"Then can you keep the enemy out of the country and prevent the maritime trade routes from being affected again?"
"I can't."
The general answered affirmatively and continued to explain: "The ocean is too big, and we can't firmly guard all places."
"What's more, the enemy is strong and we are weak. We are destined to not be able to defend all the gaps..."
"But I can."
"So... do it my way."
Ryan drew a circle on the first sea chart and put down his pen.
There is no need for anything fancy, as long as they go straight, they will almost certainly encounter the defenseless enemy navy in the place Ryan has marked.
As the war begins, the time and place will be on their side.
Whether it is wind direction or sea conditions, or even the fish in the sea, they will help the Athenian army and assist them in winning the final victory.
The war of mortals is just an introduction, and Poseidon is the big fish to be caught.
However, after hearing this, the middle-aged general could hardly hold back any longer.
In any case, he could not tolerate such a thing happening in front of him!
"Sir Ivan, forgive me for being blunt - this is not a plan at all, this is suicide."
"No matter what, I will never -"
"Okay."
"If you have any opinions, you can mention it later."
"But now, I am the commander-in-chief."
Sighing in his heart, Ryan decided to give this loyal general enough rewards later.
But now, he unceremoniously took out Andrea's token.
He couldn't explain to the other party what he was going to do... and looking at the token from the royal family, the middle-aged general's face became more and more ugly.
His hand was slightly raised, but in the end he did nothing.
"Ivan, you will regret it."
"If you lose the war, you will be the sinner of Athens!"
After leaving the last sentence, the middle-aged general sat on the chair and stopped talking.
He couldn't stop it, but he would also express it in his own way.
In response, Ryan just waved his hand and then ordered lightly.
"It seems that no one has any objections now... Then get ready and set sail."
"Follow the direction I drew, head east, and don't deviate from it for a moment."