Oleus, a hero who was ordinary in this world but barely left his name in the original destiny of the human world.
He was the father of Ajax the Younger and a crew member of the Argo.
According to later records, the son of Oleus made a big mistake after the victory of the Trojan War.
He blasphemed the Apollo priest who hid in the Temple of Athena, and was punished by the goddess to fall into the sea.
However, Chaos never lacked arrogant heroes, and so did Ajax the Younger.
He grabbed the reef in the waves and arrogantly declared that even if all the gods on the Holy Mountain of Olympus united to attack him, he would save his life by himself.
And the result... is naturally obvious.
The angry Poseidon set off an endless tsunami, and Ajax the Younger died in the raging sea.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the world now.
Today, Oleus has not married or had children, nor has he left his name in the world.
He is just an ordinary human being, and even his ability in sailing has been demonstrated in another opportunity in advance.
Since then, he left his hometown with regret.
Until today, Orleans met the young Hercules, who was following the footsteps of the bronze creator just like his young self.
He finally made up his mind to pick up what he had lost in the past.
"So, this is what you called a 'ship' before?"
"Well... no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it can sail on the sea."
"Or rather, it's more like a large coffin than a ship."
On a beach south of Silver Moon City, the young Amon was carrying a high bag.
Like a young man who had never seen the world, he expressed his doubts without hesitation.
However, Hercules actually had similar feelings about Amon's doubts.
Because what was presented to the two of them at this time was actually a huge cylinder lying on the beach.
The diameter of the cylinder was very long, probably as high as several floors.
There were all kinds of protrusions and gaps on it, which seemed to prove that it was not as simple as it looked.
And at both ends of the cylinder were not smooth sections, but semicircular spheres.
Judging from the appearance alone, it seems easy for the viewer to understand its structure.
This is not a solid cylinder, but a hollow device.
It may be used for living and storage of material wealth.
However, from the perspective of a "ship", it seems a bit strange.
Especially how can such a thing sail on the sea and reach the whirlpool of the East China Sea?
"Yes, this is a "ship". It's just a little different from what you understand."
Without any servants, Orleans opened a heavy box.
In an instant, the colorful crystals almost dazzled Hercules' eyes, but he immediately realized the energy contained in these crystals.
"What is this?"
"Elemental crystals. The specific explanation is complicated, but you can understand it as a manifestation of wizards mobilizing energy when casting spells."
"It is often generated in an environment with extremely high concentrations of elements. For example, the mystery locks in Silvermoon City are said to be able to do this. As for its use..."
Reaching out and patting the huge cylindrical device, Orleans explained seriously: "These crystals are the driving force of this big guy."
"It was with it that I was able to travel back and forth between the Eye of the Sea and the human continent."
"Unlike what people often think of the sea, the real ocean is far more dangerous than you think."
"Especially when you are far away from the coast and enter the sea area that was once the battlefield of the sea gods."
"Sea monsters stained with divine blood, descendants of the ancestor of all monsters, or even gods themselves pretending to be monsters... It is said that the son of the ancient sea god and the father of all monsters, Phorcys, is like this."
"If you drive this real big ship, you will not be able to travel safely even with the protection of the breath of the sea god."
"Because the breath of the gods will attract many things in the deep sea. Unless you let the gods themselves escort you, no one can be truly safe."
"But I can kill them. Believe me, there may be monsters in this world that I can't defeat, but we shouldn't encounter them so easily."
Still a little hesitant, Hercules said hesitantly.
Although he was willing to believe his new friend, the great hero still had doubts about the 'coffin' in front of him.
Can such a thing also travel on the sea?
In the past so many years, he has never seen such a ship.
"Well... I believe in your strength, Hercules, and this is why I decided to go with you."
"But I also hope you can understand that there are not many ships in the world that can withstand the collision of demigod-level power."
"If you don't want to defeat the sea monster halfway, but eventually die in the sea, then I advise you not to do it."
"After all, these ocean experiences are like sea charts. Each of them is a guiding light stained with life and blood."
Pulling open a buckle plate on the cylinder, Orleans poured a box of crystals into it.
He then took a step back, with some memories in his eyes.
"Be prepared to witness, just like I did back then."
"It was from that day that I finally got rid of the prejudice I had against wizards."
The clasp closed, and Hercules found that the gap on the cylinder in front of him disappeared with the naked eye.
The next moment, just like a dead object, the creation that originally emitted weak energy also completely lost the trace of the extraordinary realm.
At the tail of the cylinder, the bulge that was originally unknown suddenly shook and turned into several large and small fan blades.
In the perception of the great hero, the "weight" of the thing in front of him was also no longer constant.
"What is this...?"
"As you can see, this is a "ship" that can sail underwater."
"It can seal the inside and outside, isolate all extraordinary fluctuations, or simply use the changes in matter and the conduction of force to drive this behemoth to move in the water." "A shocking invention, isn't it?"
"...It's really shocking."
Looking at the 'column' that was several people tall in diameter and no smaller than a large ship in length, Hercules couldn't imagine it.
If it didn't use extraordinary power, how could such a 'coffin' move in the water?
But since Oileus said so, it shouldn't be possible to lie to him. After all,
whether this thing can move or not, we will know after a try.
"So, this is the sea ship of Silver Moon City?"
"I can only say that it is one of the sea ships designed by the White Tower."
"And as far as I know, they are also planning to involve something that can be used in the sky and in the sea at the same time."
As he explained, Oileus also remembered an interesting story about this kind of ship.
"It's a bit legendary - do you know how this kind of ship was thought up?"
He shook his head slightly. Regarding this legend, Oileus didn't know whether he should believe it or not.
"It is said that in a dream, a wizard was chasing a white dragon."
"He lost his goal in the chase and wandered around aimlessly... Finally, he walked into a strange library."
"Talking heads, endless circular corridors, countless books... He seemed to have left something there, and finally gained the qualification to read."
"And the inspiration for this 'ship' came from a book called [Twenty-five Thousand Miles] inside."
"What a wonderful story."
Not taking it seriously, Orleans just said it, and so did Hercules.
But dreams and the like, just listen to them.
Maybe the wizard who invented this kind of ship did get inspiration from a dream, but being able to turn it into reality ultimately depends on his strength.
In short, the problem of the ship has been solved, and there is no need to find a trader who is familiar with the road.
The biggest problem of going to sea by himself no longer exists, and Hercules can also breathe a sigh of relief and make final preparations by the way.
But...
"Speaking of which, has my trial been temporarily suspended?"
He was a little confused. It had been a long time since he killed Hydra, but the God of West Wind still didn't come to find him.
Although Hercules had changed his opinion of the Olympian gods again at this moment, the stories that happened to others were not enough to change the concepts he had developed since childhood.
"No matter."
"Since the God of West Wind didn't come to find me, I think it's not urgent yet."
"If he really needs me, there is no possibility that he can't find me."
Nodding secretly, the great hero felt that he was really worrying too much.
As the God of West Wind, the invisible wind is his best medium. As long as the other party wants to find him, he will definitely be able to find him.
What's more, since the last time he killed the giant lion, the other party also left a mark for him.
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"Tsk."
"I don't know what the mark of the gods is used for."
On the beach not far from Silver Moon City, the young man Amon was working hard as a crew member.
However, at the gate of the real Silver Moon City, a bird woke up from its slumber, revealing a human expression just right.
Silver Moon City, this is Silver Moon City.
It is said that they believe in the Lord of All Spirits, the God of Gods.
Familiar titles, familiar authority, and whether it is witchcraft or alchemy, it all started from here.
Amon's interest in this city is not a day or two.
However, when it really came here, the bird suddenly found that an invisible barrier blocked the entrance and exit.
The big net that originally covered the world was distorted here, and its "strings" were marked with large and small knots in another form.
Except for the existence recognized by it, no one can come and go freely here.
Of course, if it only stopped at this, it actually couldn't stop Amon.
He only needed to "replace" an ordinary citizen to easily pass through this net.
However, the problem is that although Amon is so confident in his position and characteristics left over from his peak, there are still things in this world that he is afraid of.
For example, the outer god who destroyed Hemenu is like this.
The sword of destruction, the power beyond the limit of great divine power.
Although Amon was 90% sure that it was only a one-time power, he still didn't want to try whether his "replacement" could deceive the other party's spirituality.
So although he was also 99% sure that the other party did not add his own power to this so-called "mystery lock", he still did not intend to take the initiative to break through this barrier.
This is different from other jokes. If it is really a great power of creation, then with his empty power at the moment, even if he creates more incarnations, he may not be able to escape death.
"But if that's the case, there's no way."
"I want to go in and take a look, but there is no chance... If there is really no chance, I can only ask kind people to help me create an opportunity."
As if a little helpless, the bird then gently flapped its wings.
After searching for a while, it finally chose a suitable target.
Although I don't know where this mark came from, and what it has to do with that powerful human, it doesn't matter.
After all, it's a god, and it's a god, it's all the same.
They don't take mortals seriously, just like Amon didn't take the lives of this world seriously.
So now that your mark has fallen into this city, will you enter or not?
The result is unknown, but for Amon, it is nothing more than achieving his wish or having fun.
In the Chaos world, the gods have always had a loose concept of time.
One day or one month, several months or one year, there is no difference in their eyes.
Unless something major happens, almost all gods seem very casual except for fulfilling their duties.
Even for "work" such as the duties of a god, only Apollo and his ilk, who use artifacts to exercise authority, need to do it themselves.
Otherwise, for the true gods who hold power, they have ten thousand ways to solve problems.
Of course, where there is a norm, there are naturally exceptions.
For example, the most loyal subordinate of the King of Gods, the God of the West Wind who runs between the human world and the God Mountain, is like this.
After witnessing the suppression of the Hydra, Zephyrus hurried back to the God Mountain before he could give Hercules the next instructions.
And now that the trouble caused by Achilles has just ended, he has no free time to enjoy the long-lost banquet, and he rushes to the human world again.
What happened on Olympus was just a temporary accident, and Hercules was the problem he needed to pay attention to.
Especially, the God King also told him that he had arranged a companion for the mortal hero.
Although he didn't know who that person was, Zephyrus naturally didn't dare to neglect it since he could make Zeus speak.
After all, as the number one subordinate who thought what the God King thought and was anxious about what the God King was anxious about, the God of the West Wind never dared to neglect Zeus's instructions.
"Then the question is, let's not talk about where the companion is now. The most important thing is... where did Hercules go?"
With a helpless look, the invisible air flow lingered in the sky of a swamp, and then turned into a human form.
Zephyrus's eyes shuttled back and forth, but he never found anything.
This is the place where the Hydra was defeated before, and even the wind that roamed around brought him back a positive answer.
Under this swamp, Hydra was being suppressed by the dismemberment.
Its poisonous blood kept pouring out and seeping into the ground.
If there are poisonous swamps in other places in the world in the future, it may be the blood of the Hydra that floated to the surface under the movement of the earth.
All of this was done very well, and even Zephyrus himself could not do better in the world.
However, what annoyed him was that the hero who had accomplished all this was missing again.
"... Can't find him again... Although I didn't come to find him in time, didn't he know to wait for a while?"
"Without the guidance of God, how can your trial continue!"
The God of West Wind never expected that he could lose people not only in the jungle in the north, but also in the wilderness and swamp in the south.
Logically, this was all a problem of Zeus assigning him tasks in the middle of the journey.
But obviously, the King of Gods would not be wrong, and Zephyros would not use this as an excuse to shirk
the responsibility. So after complaining in his heart for a while, Zephyros calmed down.
It's just looking for someone, nothing big, and this is not the first time.
And having learned from the last lesson, this time, he has a backup plan.
Smiling slightly, the God of West Wind was a little proud when he thought of this.
Unlike some gods, he would not make the same mistake twice.
This is already a very good character among the immortal gods.
With a slight sense, it didn't take long for Zephyros to connect with the mark he left in advance.
The east side seems to be near the sea.
"In... this direction."
"But it seems that he has stopped moving. Has he entered a certain city?"
After making a judgment, the God of the West Wind turned around and headed in the direction of the induction without hesitation.
In the whole world, there is no city that he cannot go to.
Only Athens is a bit troublesome, but as long as he doesn't make trouble, he probably can't find his trace with a divine weapon that no one is operating.
It's better to find the other party quickly and arrange the task... Then take this opportunity to rest for a while.
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Hu——
Across the mountains and across the rivers.
Invisible air flows in the clouds, and ant-like creatures wander on the ground.
I don't know how far they have traveled. At a certain moment, Zephyrus finally sensed that his mark is close at hand.
Not surprisingly, Hercules should be in front. After all, no one can silently touch the mark left by another god without being discovered.
"But..."
"But no one told me, how dare he go in here?!"
From invisible to visible, Zephyrus suddenly appeared on the treetops and directly startled a group of flying birds.
Fluttering their wings desperately, the birds left the nearby trees in panic, but at this moment, the God of the West Wind had no time to pay attention to these.
Standing on the tree and looking far away, it seemed that because he had just passed through an invisible barrier, in Zephyros, a huge black shadow was standing at the end of his sight.
Floating in the air, twelve high towers rotated clockwise.
Built on the ground, a magnificent building complex.
There was no outermost wall, only a road and a gate running through the central axis.
Zephyros knew why this was, because these blasphemous sinners believed that they were the chosen ones and the believers protected by the "Lord".
They believed that "most cities are defenseless", and a truly powerful country does not need to use walls to defend against enemy attacks.
If a kingdom is under siege, it can only prove that it is destined to be destroyed because of its weakness.
And in this world, no kingdom is stronger than them.
"Silvermoon City is exactly like that Achilles..." He
murmured in a low voice. In front of the God of West Wind, the huge city only showed the tip of the iceberg.
It was as if Zephyrus had no sight of the city before passing through a certain barrier. Standing outside the city, he couldn't see the specific scene inside the city.
According to unreliable rumors, this was a power that a goddess had deliberately given to the mystery lock that enveloped the city.
Because she heard that Helios, who was still the owner of the Sun Chariot at the time, had a hobby, that is, whenever he drove the chariot to patrol the earth, he always liked to observe the secrets of various places.
But this had nothing to do with Zephyros, it was just some visual tricks.
What really made him feel embarrassed was what he should do next.
According to the location of the mark, Hercules was actually in this city.
However, the God of West Wind was sure that this city would never welcome the gods of Olympus.
Moreover, even without considering these, the mystery lock that enveloped the plain alone made Zephyros feel helpless.
The God King once told him personally that under the great power of God, no god was confident that he could defeat the God of the Demon Net in the world.
So in the final analysis, if he wanted to enter the city, he had only one choice.
"[Bronze Gate]..."
Looking into the distance, the vision of the God of West Wind inside the city was blurred.
However, there was also a single clear thing, a tall arch made entirely of bronze.
[Bronze Gate], Zephyros had heard of this name, not only because many spellcasters who had come to Silvermoon City to study spread it after leaving, but also because of the meaning of this gate.
After all, the outermost gate that runs through the central axis of Silvermoon City was named this way to commemorate the truth of history.
They wrote the history of the Bronze Age on it, recording the merits and sins of every god and man.
Prometheus, the fire thief, the betrayed priests, the indifference and ruthlessness of the God King... even Zephyros himself was on the mural on the bronze doorpost.
That was real history, although it was only real in the eyes of humans.
It described the meanness of the gods, as well as the greed and stupidity of people.
But even so, the God of the West Wind still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Hercules... I hope he doesn't believe these wild words."
"If it really doesn't work, I'll have to tell him that he is actually the son of the noble God King, and he is different from those mortals."
After hesitating for a while, Zephyros was a little undecided.
Without the ability to break in directly, he could only choose the proper portal to enter Silver Moon City, and then quickly rescue Hercules.
"Next time, wait for the next time, I must remind him not to go into some places randomly... But then again, there won't be a next time."
"After all, apart from Silver Moon City, only the realm of the original gods can stop me."
Shaking his head slightly, Zephyros felt that he might have thought too much.
He then became ethereal again, and the invisible gas hovered in the sky, turning into a bird standing on the treetop.
As a proper portal, the [Bronze Gate] can be entered by outsiders.
However, this gate, which is both a portal and a hub connecting the mystery lock, will automatically identify the identity of the visitor.
It will recognize those who are too powerful and warn the existence of the city in advance.
However, Zephyros is not very worried about this.
According to the usual experience among the gods, as long as he changes his form and restrains his divine power, no one can discover his identity.
The Queen of Heaven was deceived by the cuckoo transformed by Zeus back then, not to mention that this place is just a dead object.
"Chirp--"
After calling twice, the God of the West Wind was ready to flap his wings and fly high.
But at this moment, the bird he transformed into suddenly turned its head.
And not far behind him, there turned out to be another black flying bird looking at him steadily.
"..."
"Tsk."
"What a brave bird."
After observing for a while, Zeferos did not notice anything unusual.
After all, there were already many birds here. When he just arrived, he had startled a flock of birds.
It was just that this bird was really a bit bold. Even when the God of the West Wind looked at it, its eyes made Zeferos feel mocked.
Despised by a bird? But what would it despise? It couldn't be the level of its transformation, right?
That was impossible, not to mention that it was just a bird.
Just talking about the fact that the God of the West Wind was hiding, it was also known to everyone.
Wow-
bang!
The wings fluttered lightly, and there was no time to compete with a bird.
The God of the West Wind simply shot out a seemingly gentle, but actually powerful airflow.
But a moment later, the unknown black bird turned into a pile of bird feathers.
Its eyeballs were also ground into dust and could no longer stare at him.
"Very good."
Shaking his head, Zephyrus felt very satisfied watching this scene.
But since this stupid bird was also killed, it was time for him to set off.
If he stayed any longer, who knew who Hercules would meet inside.
Thinking of this, the god of the west wind jumped lightly and headed straight for the bronze arch in the distance.
The treetops swayed slightly, but soon, the place returned to its former tranquility.
Dinglingling...
The wind chimes rang softly, and the sound came from far away.
The traces of time can be vaguely seen on the temple on the high cliff. Everything is the same as before, from inside to outside.
Hundreds of years have passed, and the current Silver Moon City has changed a lot.
However, this change is more obvious only in the outer areas; the more central the location, the more it looks like a thousand years ago.
Just like this ancient temple, since the first high priest built it here, no one has changed its location.
Tap tap...
tap tap -
outside the temple, the dense sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer, and the airflow it brings also causes the wind chimes to ring more clearly.
In the front hall of the temple, the white-haired old woman couldn't help but frown slightly. But not far away from her, another old man just smiled and shook his head.
"Don't take it too seriously, hehe... He's just a little anxious."
"If he can be so concerned about the affairs of God, how can he have come to this point today."
The old woman rebuked mercilessly, and it was obvious that she was dissatisfied with the people outside.
However, when she finished speaking, the third person in the temple coughed lightly.
Compared to the two obviously old men, the third person looked much younger.
Except for the silver hair that seemed to show his actual age, from the outside, he was just a young man in his twenties.
"Ahem, sir, I'm afraid there is no need to say this about this matter."
"Excuse me, you should also know. Silver Moon City has never had any 'God's affairs', it only has 'things we think God cares about'."
"For thousands of years, only the high priest has really seen God - at least that's what the books record - other than that, God has never had a will."
"Even our belief in Him is only derived from the teachings of angels and our spontaneous reverence."
"...So what?"
"In any case, this is not a reason to convince me."
After a moment of silence, the old woman did not argue, but her attitude did not ease at all.
The other two people knew why she was like this. After all, although each of them had a different understanding of faith, hers was particularly intense.
The two had no opinion on this. In the final analysis, this was just a difference in ideas, and the path was still the same.
However, in this case, it was impossible to expect her to have a good face towards a guy who taught the unbelievers.
"Okay, let him in first."
"No matter what, we should tell him the answer, right?"
The second old man spoke again with a gentle smile, and this time no one raised any objections.
Seeing this, the old man raised his hand slightly, and with a small sound, the outermost door of the temple slowly opened.
Light was projected into the temple, casting a long shadow.
When the door was completely opened, the centaur who had been waiting for a long time was finally able to enter the temple.
However, unlike the past, Chiron's face at this time only had some guilt, as well as more regret and tension.
"Sir Chiron, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."
"But this is the residence of the gods after all. Even if it is just the outermost place, others cannot be allowed to enter and leave at will."
"Of course, we have reached a conclusion on the matter you mentioned yesterday."
The old man spoke calmly and his words were very direct.
Chiron, who walked into the hall, bent his tall body, as if to express his respect to the gods.
"I understand. It is natural to keep quiet in the temple.
"Besides, because of my fault, the sword Levatin was eventually lost in Mount Olympus. I failed to stop my student from making mistakes. As his teacher, I should also bear this responsibility."
"As I requested before, please give me a chance to redeem everything. I will never let you down again."
The voice echoed in the temple. The centaur vaguely knew what the result would be.
But he still wanted to try, because after he knew the result of the change of the sacred mountain, he knew that he could never change the ending with his own ability.
However, things never change according to personal will. The three priests in the temple looked at each other for a few times, and then the old man slowly gave the final answer.
"According to Her Highness Yiwen Jielin, regarding the artifact Levatin sword, fate will guide it to find its true owner."
"So although you caused it to be lost in the place where the false god is, considering that you did not do it on purpose, our final decision is not to pursue it. "
"As for your student..."
After a pause, the old man looked up.
If he and the old woman who had worked with him for many years had different opinions about Chiron, then their impressions of the young man were no different.
Arrogant, thinking he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the angels. Such a being who has no idea what "humility" is is not worthy of their attention at all.
"Regarding Achilles, the decision of the Bishops' Conference is as follows."
"In view of the fact that he is not a resident of Silvermoon City himself, but is only staying here temporarily because of you, his life and death are not protected by us."
"After further investigation, he himself is not a devout believer, so we have no reason to help him in terms of doctrine."
"Finally, he has behaved in many ways improperly and is directly responsible for the loss of the sword; his words and deeds are improper and contrary to the doctrine."
"With the final approval of the Bishops' Conference, this person will be expelled from Silvermoon City, and he must not set foot in the Lord's Sanctuary again, whether alive or dead."
"And we will not make any direct response in this matter. "
The old man's voice was calm, but as he finished speaking, the tension on Chiron's face gradually turned into disappointment.
He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.
Because he understood that these priests were not like others. Since the decision was made in the temple of God, there was absolutely no possibility of change.
"...Okay, I understand."
"Anyway, thank you for your help before...If there is anything you need me to do, I will definitely not shirk it." With a sigh, Chiron was ready to leave.
However, just as he was about to leave the temple, he was suddenly stopped.
"Wait, Sir Chiron, to be honest, we do have something for you to do in this matter."
Turning around, Chiron looked at the 'young man' who spoke.
Like the old woman, he had remained silent before.
"The specific matter is not complicated. If you are willing, then you can go on my behalf."
Smiling and meeting Chiron's gaze, the young man slowly said:
"We only have one thing to do, that is, Achilles' life and death have nothing to do with Silvermoon City, and we don't care about Levadin's whereabouts."
"But knowing that he holds the sword given by the angel, he still mercilessly executed him. We can't pretend that we know nothing about this." "
So after the review of the bishops, we are ready to let those countries that believe in false gods make due responses to this."
Strictly speaking, the young man's words made no sense, but at this moment, Chiron didn't feel strange at all.
Because the centaur knew very well that this was the real thought of the Silvermoon City leaders, and that was why he had hoped for help before.
They could not care about Achilles, and they also knew that the 'lord' they believed in would not care about a mortal.
But what they could not tolerate was that someone killed him without hesitation without knowing this.
"I understand. Regarding this... I will try to get an explanation."
"But what if they refuse?"
"Reject?" "
It doesn't matter."
"If they don't want to give it to us... then we can take it ourselves."
The voice was calm, and the young man looked like he was talking about something very ordinary.
But in the ears of the centaur, it set off waves in his heart.
He knew that Silvermoon City had always been full of contradictions on how to deal with the issue of how the Western countries should deal with it, and even they themselves had not reached a consensus.
Perhaps influenced by the angels, there are always people who think that those unbelievers should be 'changed', and there are also people who think that they should be ignored.
However, now it seems that because of Achilles' reckless behavior, the situation may have changed.
At least from this moment on, Silvermoon City decided to take its first step.
"Okay, I accept it."
Taking a deep breath, Chiron subconsciously straightened his back.
He knew Silvermoon City, but he also knew Olympus.
This was destined to be a questioning that would not have any results. The gods would never bow their heads, but neither would Silvermoon City.
The conflict between the two was never caused by this trivial matter. It was a continuation of the conflict over the past thousands of years.
Since the Bronze Age, all kinds of grievances have gathered together, and the old hatred has never been erased. Many of them still remember the legends told by their ancestors.
The false gods sent down a flood from the sky and destroyed the civilization of the Bronze Age.
"Huh--"
The Centaur knew that once this step was taken, as long as the God King on the God Mountain did not come forward to suppress the Olympian gods, and as long as the 'Lord' believed in by Silvermoon City did not speak, that conflict would be almost unavoidable.
And as the 'messenger' at the beginning, he might end up like his students, with an unknown fate.
"But it doesn't matter..."
Walking out of the temple, Chiron looked up at the sky.
Achilles was not his first student, nor his favorite, but most of the previous ones eventually died because of the God's Court.
Perhaps every self-important human hero will challenge the majesty of the gods in the end... Chiron understood at first, but gradually, he didn't want to understand anymore.
Life or death, it didn't matter to him. Sometimes, he also wanted to be as "brilliant" as his students.
So this mission might be dangerous, and it would make him remembered by the gods of Olympus.
But for the Centaur, he was happy with it.
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At the same time, just before and after the Centaur walked out of the temple, it was suspended on the twelve towers around Silver Moon City.
The twelve towers were distinguished by different symbols, and in the one engraved with the sundial mark, a witch in her thirties was boredly observing the instrument in front of her.
It was a virtual city, or a replica of Silver Moon City.
Buildings of all sizes were accurately reproduced on it, and light spots like shining stars were scattered on it.
This was a projection of Silver Moon City, a by-product of the process of deconstructing the "puzzle lock".
The goddess of the magic network did not directly teach this profound knowledge, but she never stopped people from trying to learn it.
So in the process of studying the puzzle lock, this special projection was born.
Each light spot is a life, and their existence itself will have a subtle effect on the magic network. As a product of the magic network string, the puzzle lock should respond to this.
People analyze this feedback and present it in a way that ordinary people can understand.
So although they cannot really control the puzzle lock, wizards still find a way to use it to monitor the safety of the city.
"Oh, it's very important, but how many times has Silver Moon City been invaded in the past thousand years?"
"I remember the last time was more than a hundred years ago. A clone of the ancient evil tried to sneak into the city, but before we could react, the puzzle lock automatically killed it."
She curled her lips. If it wasn't her turn, she didn't want to watch this boring surveillance here.
For a moment, the witch even hoped that something would really happen.
"Come on... Come on... It would be great if there was another evil thing."
Muttering to herself, the witch swore secretly.
"Come on, I promise you. If I had a choice, I would not kill you right away."
'Process'
flapped its wings, and the god of the west wind, who had turned into a bird, flew freely in the sky.
Instead of directly controlling the power of the wind, it used the unique structure of birds to control the airflow.
Even for Zeferos, this was a rare and novel experience.
However, things have their priorities... After a while, the god of the west wind retracted its wings and landed on a strangely shaped frame.
Without support, wheels, or anyone to control it, it was suspended in the air about a palm away from the ground, running automatically along a certain trajectory.
This seemed to be an application of the power of the earth, and its builders used it to fight against the power that made everything go down... But even if Zeferos noticed this with the senses of the gods, he still didn't understand the specific principle.
It was really luxurious. Even in the temple on earth, he had never used anything like this.
But judging from the fragrance in the air, it was just a vehicle for transporting wine and water.
This was witchcraft, this was alchemy... For a moment, Zeferos felt that he had some understanding of the nobles of some human kingdoms.
While they obeyed the will of God and suppressed the reputation of Silver Moon City in the Western countries, they never stopped their desire for witchcraft creations.
The God of the West Wind used to regard this as the rebellious nature of mortals, but now, he seems to be a little interested.
"No, this is still different."
"Those humans are just for enjoyment, but I am here to explore the hidden power of Silver Moon City. How can the two be equal?"
"As a god, I need to make decisions with foresight, and in order to do this, I should also understand the daily life of the enemy."
Nodding secretly in his heart, Zeferos couldn't help but admire the height of his own thinking.
This realm, I think it is already 70% of the level of the God King.
...
Immersed in his own world, the suspended frame is also slowly moving forward.
The closer he gets, the more majestic and magnificent the tall bronze door looks. The portal
that can support dozens or hundreds of people passing through at the same time is not congested. Among the dense flow of people, only a few round light golden spheres are floating in it.
He had no time to care about the surrounding environment. As he got closer, Zeferos was a little nervous.
There was no way. Although he was proud of his unparalleled skills in hiding, the witchcraft of the Demon Net Goddess was also extraordinary.
So if something went wrong, would he choose to run, or wait for the situation first?
No matter what he chose, this was the most critical moment...
"——Sir, please wait a moment." "
!"
The carriage entered the range covered by the [Bronze Gate], and the power of the mystery lock seemed to be right in front of him.
However, just when the God of West Wind was most nervous, a voice suddenly rang in his ears and made his feathers explode immediately.
How could it be, there should be no breath of life approaching, who could actually approach him silently?
In an instant, Zeferos' whole body tensed up.
He turned around little by little and secretly prepared to attack.
The first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer. If something goes wrong, he can only do it himself first... The God of West Wind prepared secretly, but the next moment, he was stunned again.
"Ahem, sorry, Mr. Bird, please don't get excited."
"No offense, but as the 9,527th bird entering Silvermoon City today, please cooperate with me to complete the relevant registration matters."
"When the registration is completed, the gate of Silvermoon City will be open to you."
"Ah?"
In front of Zeferos, a pale golden sphere was shaking slightly.
It made sounds like a living thing, but at this moment, the God of West Wind was sure that it was just a simple iron lump.
Only after confirming this did Zeferos suddenly relax.
"Huh-"
"This is really..."
After a false alarm, the God of West Wind breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little helpless.
So that's it, it's just another witchcraft creation, it's not a living thing, and I put my energy on sensing life and the mystery of this place, no wonder I didn't find any traces.
But have these mortals developed so outrageously now? Even birds with wisdom and ability to communicate can enter and leave the city by the thousands every day.
"It's amazing. Is this some kind of enlightenment method?
" "But if this is true, then the bird I killed before..."
With a slight twitch in his mouth, Zephyros looked at the waiting golden ball and did not intend to remain silent.
Since it was not discovered, it was just the normal procedure of Silver Moon City for "exotic animals", so he would cooperate.
That is Hercules... If you hadn't been running around, why would I have to do this?
"I understand. I will cooperate with you if you need anything."
The God of West Wind said, his heart did not match his words.
He didn't know what the so-called procedure was, but it didn't prevent him from agreeing.
However, the next moment, Zephyros' heart, which had just been put down, was once again hanging tightly.
"Ding——"
With a light sound, the light golden ball in front of the God of West Wind suddenly shook, and instantly changed from gold to silver.
Just when Zephyros was at a loss, the sound of the ball came again, but this time, its voice was obviously more serious.
"Language components detected, avian life detected."
"Dear Mr. Bird, please verify again, can you communicate with humans?"
"! "
The feathers exploded again. The God of West Wind never thought that other birds could not speak.
No, this seemed normal. After all, even if birds have the same wisdom as humans, their physiological structure is destined to prevent them from making sounds like humans.
As a god born in the Second Epoch, Zephyros had experienced the creation of humans. He knew very well the difficulty of creating life from scratch.
Could it be that he, the God of West Wind, had not been discovered by the mystery lock of the Goddess of the Magic Net, but would fall on this small hurdle?
"...According to data records, except for a very small number of birds that are born to imitate human voices, only birds that have undergone life-like training rituals or are above legendary can communicate normally with humans."
"If true, the registration process will be changed. Please confirm again."
The ball's voice did not stop. It obviously ignored the various thoughts that flashed through the mind of the God of West Wind.
At the same time, after hearing the second half of the sentence, Zephyrus hurriedly stopped his action of running away.
"..." "You ***"
was a bit speechless. At this moment, the God of West Wind felt like a dog tempted by a bone.
Just a few words, his mood fluctuated.
But there was no way, he had to go in... Since he was not discovered, the result was always good.
"Yes, I can communicate with normal humans."
Nodding slightly, Zeferos had to confirm.
After all, he had already said it, and if he denied it now, it would be a trouble.
"Ding——"
"Entry successful, the information has been created in the [Mystery Lock Permitted Entry and Exit List]."
"Please ask the visitor to go through the specific identity authentication process. After completing the authentication, you can obtain the three-year valid entry and exit rights of the outer city of Silver Moon City."
"Excuse me, do you want to go through the verification process?"
"..."
Speechless again, sensing the direction of the mark, Zeferos nodded helplessly.
Damn it, if there was a choice, he didn't want to do any verification.
"...Of course, how do I verify it?"
"Sir, please come this way."
The voice came again, and the sphere that had turned into a light silver circled in the air and then flew to a place outside the [Bronze Gate].
Seeing this, the God of West Wind hesitated for a while, but he still chose to follow.
Except for this gate, other places outside Silver Moon City are covered by mystery locks.
However, since they are leading the way now, there should be no problem...
After trying to convince himself, thinking that he had been worried for a long time, Zeferos finally did not give up.
After all, since he was here, it would be a bit of a loss to just leave like this.
So he flapped his wings and flew high, and the God of West Wind followed the metal sphere in front.
After a while, he was far away from the most crowded area.
... After
a while.
After flying in the sky for a while, Zeferos finally saw the silver sphere in front of him slowly landing.
This place has long deviated from the main gate of the city, and the whole body is shrouded in a vague and illusory air.
Whether it is to the outside or the inside, the God of West Wind can't see it clearly at this moment.
But compared with the initial worry, he has now put down his worries again. Just now, when he
found that his position was far away from the crowd, Zeferos thought that he had actually been discovered a long time ago, and the other party was just trying to "close the door and beat the dog".
But after being alert for a while, he relaxed as the distance got farther and farther.
There will be no problem, after all, he is far enough away. If his identity is really discovered, there is no need to lead himself here.
It can only be said that this is the peculiar custom of this group of mortals, and ordinary people really can't understand it.
However, for the mission of the King of Gods, why is Hercules in the position, the God of West Wind had to choose to accept it.
"Is this the place to register?"
After a tour, Zephyrus found nothing at first.
However, soon, he noticed another dozen birds. He
was startled at first, because the God of West Wind also did not feel any signs of life on them, but he quickly reacted.
This is already the inside of the mystery lock, not the door, and it is normal for him to be inaccurate.
And the birds that appeared with him at this time can only come with him to "register".
"Ding——"
"Bird visitor No. 9527 has been delivered. The number of birds registered in this batch should be 18, and the actual number is 18. The registration process begins..."
"... Application completed, the title has been delivered."
With a sound, the light silver metal sphere vibrated again.
However, after listening to the other party's words, Zeferos also roughly understood the meaning.
It turns out that this strange registration method is still in batches, which is really interesting.
I just don't know what the specific content is, after all, the object they are facing is just a group of flying birds...
"Huh?"
The God of the West Wind shuddered suddenly, looking around, but found nothing.
For some reason, he always had a bad premonition.
However, looking around, he found nothing.
There was only a group of birds of various colors looking at each other, and the iron lump that brought him here.
"Huh - it's an illusion, I must be too tired... Damn it."
"I just came to find someone, but why should I register with a group of birds here? I'm a god!"
"Damn it, when I find Hercules, I must tell him that no matter what, he can't run around anymore!"
He spoke each word with pauses, and his anger was evident.
However, after the anger, Zephyros could only bear it helplessly.
There was no way, the situation was stronger than the person.
He couldn't escape from what he had to do.
In order to prevent the King of Gods from questioning him, in order to prevent major problems, and because he had paid too much... After all, compared to the [Bronze Gate], this place is actually more dangerous for the God of West Wind.
In short, no matter what, Zephyros could only choose to go through this so-called "process".
Wow -
the north wind howled, bringing the cold current of winter.
In the maze of Silver Moon City, the God of West Wind felt that he was on guard every moment.
However, reality never changes according to one's will. I don't know how long he has been waiting here silently. It was not
until he received the feather pen that belonged to him that the God of West Wind finally felt that he saw a little hope.
It's finally here, let's start quickly... He can't wait any longer.
End this journey as soon as possible. As a god, he doesn't belong to this damn exam at all. Only the banquet on Mount Olympus is his destination.
Even if he stays here for one more second, Zephyros feels that he is wasting his life.
"Ga-"
"Brother, how are you prepared for this exam?"
"!"
The feathers all over his body exploded for the third time, and the God of West Wind turned around fiercely.
But all he could see was an ordinary three-legged sparrow.
"You can talk?"
Shocked, Zephyros was a little surprised to hear this.
I just found out that there are very few birds that can talk, but I didn't expect to meet one... But the next moment, he was looked at as if he was a fool.
"Ga——"
"What kind of question is that? Are you stupid?"
"If you can't talk, why were you brought here to take the exam? You can talk, so of course I can talk too."
"..."
Silent and speechless, the God of West Wind felt his claws harden.
However, after thinking for a moment, he had to admit that the other party made sense.
Not surprisingly, the dozen birds brought here were treated differently because they were all different... But it made sense, but it couldn't eliminate the strange feeling in Zeferos' heart.
As a god, I was mocked by a bird.
Is this reasonable?
It's not reasonable.
The reason why this happened is that the birds here are too different.
After comforting himself for a few words, the God of West Wind still had to face reality.
Regardless of whether this was reasonable or not, he could only choose to ignore it.
It's impossible to kill birds here, but you wait... At this moment, Zeferos secretly swore that when he returned to the sacred mountain, he would eat a whole bird feast for a month.
However, the god of the west wind wanted to ignore him, but the three-legged sparrow was not going to let him go.
"Gah--"
"Brother, you don't look very smart." "Are
you really ready for the exam later?"
"If you really don't know how to do it, I can let you 'learn from me' then."
"Learn from me?"
"I, you--"
Zephyrus almost couldn't catch his breath, and his claws exerted a little force.
Learn from me? Isn't that just plagiarism?
With a snap, he couldn't help but break the slender feather pen.
"No need... I won't bother you."
Just kidding, it's just a so-called test, how could it really stump the gods?
Let him cheat? It's a joke.
However, he just asked a stupid question, and he couldn't refute it immediately.
"Gah--"
"I hope so, I also hope you can pass the exam with your own ability."
"But brother, why did you break the pen?"
Shaking his head slightly, the three-legged sparrow didn't seem to believe what the god of the west wind said.
But it finally changed the subject and pointed at Zephyrus' broken feather pen.
"It's just a pen. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad."
The God of Wind sneered and didn't
care. It's just a pen. What a fuss. It's broken, so what? What's the big deal?
Animals are animals. If it were a human, they would definitely not care about such a small matter.
"Ding——"
"Mr. Bird, I'm sorry to interrupt your communication."
"But regarding the problem of intentional damage to the test supplies just detected, please cooperate to solve it."
A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Zephyros turned his head stiffly to take a look.
The light silver metal sphere was floating there. The sound just now was undoubtedly made by the other party.
After a moment of stunned, the God of West Wind finally looked back at the direction of the three-legged sparrow.
If it was somewhere else, he would have ten thousand ways to make a feather pen.
But here, he didn't dare to use any power related to God, even divine arts, which were among them.
"Ga——"
"Why are you looking at me? Don't you have money? If you don't have money, just pluck your own feathers. You don't expect me to do it for you, do you?"
"Don't worry. Considering the cost of labor and compensation, you only need to pluck five feathers. It's not strange to use materials to pay off debts."
"..."
After a while, I don't know what kind of mood he was in when he plucked five feathers, and Zephyrus received another feather pen.
The tool was lost and found, but the feathers on it were a little sparse.
Listening to the voices coming from the side, this time, the God of West Wind pretended not to hear anything the chattering sparrow said.
For a long time, until the silver ball made another "ding" sound, when more than a dozen papyrus papers fell down after a space fluctuation, Zephyrus raised his claws slightly and grabbed the paper tightly.
Finally... I finally saw the question... For
a moment, an inexplicable feeling surged in my heart, but the God of West Wind quickly suppressed it and prepared to start answering the questions.
Although he encountered many problems before, it was not his fault. If there was anything to blame, it was the strange order of Silvermoon City... Fortunately, there is no problem now.
Holding the quill, Zephyros felt his confidence return.
As eternal gods, most of the gods on Mount Olympus did not know much about human knowledge, with only a few exceptions.
For example, the king of gods Zeus, and the goddess of wisdom Athena... Of course, the god of the west wind is also one of them.
At first, he was just concerned by the king of gods; later, he was curious about the source of his faith.
Over time, Zephyros read a lot of books, and even among humans, he thought he was a well-educated scholar.
Come on, Silver Moon City can't use advanced witchcraft knowledge to test a bird. If that's the case, then he will admit it.
Taking a deep breath, the god of the west wind spread out the test paper.
Next, it's time for him to show his strength.
... "
..."
Shasha——
"..."
Shasha——
"..."
Shasha——
In the temporary open-air examination room, the birds who received the test papers wrote furiously.
If you only look at the movement of the pen without looking at the existence of the pen, I'm afraid no one will believe that this is a group of birds answering. However, among the many birds writing seriously, there was one bird that stood still, standing out from the crowd.
"…"
"What is this?"
The claw holding the pen trembled slightly in front of the papyrus.
At this moment, Zephyros felt a little confused.
Who am I, where am I, what should I do?
I don't know, I don't know at all.
Looking at the question in front of him, the God of the West Wind couldn't say a single word.
Even if he really saw the so-called profound witchcraft knowledge, he probably wouldn't have such a reaction.
To be honest, if he really saw such content, Zephyros probably wouldn't write anymore.
On the one hand, he wouldn't, and on the other hand, it proved that he must have been discovered.
No one would use such professional and difficult content to test a bird, even a talking bird... So no matter how dangerous it is here, if things can't be done, the God of the West Wind will make the right decision.
However, the reality is not like this. At this moment, Zephyros looked at the test questions in front of him, and his heart was only confused.
Question 1: There are three rows of numbers, 1,
2 , 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9
Now choose numbers from them to arrange.
3, 6,
4 1,
2, 8 9, *, 2
Please give the answer to the missing number.
...
Question 2: It is known that there is a blackbird and a tortoise racing.
The tortoise is one hundred cubits ahead of the blackbird, and it moves forward one cubit per breath, while the bird is ten times
faster than the tortoise. The blackbird believes that it can win this race because its speed is much faster than the tortoise.
But the tortoise believes that the other party will never win, because when the blackbird catches up with the leading one hundred cubits, it has continued to move forward for a distance during this period of time.
And when the blackbird catches up with this distance again, the tortoise has also moved again.
So no matter how hard the blackbird tries, it will never catch up with the tortoise.
Please give a conclusion to the above questions and make a logical explanation.
Explain who will win, why, and where the other party's logic is wrong.
...
Question 3:
...
"..."
Silence, at this moment, Zephyrus felt that he should not be here.
These were not difficult questions, nor were they professional at all. However, when facing them, the God of the West Wind felt that he was being crushed in terms of intelligence.
He could sense the logic between the numbers, and could also sense an inexplicable sense of disharmony in the conversation between the turtle and the bird.
However, the result was that he had no way to deal with these two, let alone the dozen or so questions that followed.
Looking around, the God of the West Wind thought that he was not an exception, but in the end he despairingly discovered that he was the only one who had no idea how to start.
Apart from him, the remaining dozen or so birds were writing furiously, as if they had no difficulty at all.
"..."
"Am I a god, or are they gods?"
"Maybe they are all gods who turned into birds, and I am the only one who turned into a god?"
A feeling of powerlessness came over him. Before this trip, Zephyrus had considered many outcomes.
For example, being discovered, and then fighting all the way to escape.
Another example was being discovered, and then trying to bribe these short-lived mortals with benefits.
But what the God of West Wind never expected was that he would fail at the very beginning and couldn't even enter the gate of Silver Moon City.
And the reason for his failure was that he was defeated by a group of birds.
"... Ahem, ga——"
"Brother, look here, I say... Are you really not going to 'learn from' me, or exchange ideas with each other?"
A low voice came from beside him, but at this moment, it was like a long drought and a bright future.
At this moment, Zeferos was very grateful to this chatterbox who he hated not long ago.
People who have not experienced it personally will never know how much a person in the examination room desires the answer.
"Ahem..."
"There is no need to learn from me, but exchange..."
After a moment of silence, the God of West Wind said reservedly: "A person's ideas are still somewhat insufficient, especially when you are too young."
"Well, let me give you some pointers."
"..."
Sasha——
Soon, not long after, there was a sound of notes rubbing in this open-air examination room.
This time, Zeferos said that his previous judgment was not wrong.
It was just a question for mortals, how could it be difficult for a god?
But he didn't notice that while he was writing, a silver sphere quietly appeared behind him.
It silently recorded all of this into its body and then sent it to the corresponding place.
Cheating is against the rules, but let's wait until he finishes writing.
After all, if there was no uninvited visitor, where would this test come from in Silvermoon City?
·········
Swish...
The waves are rising and falling on the coast.
A rope tied the huge column to prevent it from drifting far away.
A large amount of supplies were sent into it to maintain the voyage.
He didn't know that a god who had gone crazy looking for him was taking his first exam in his life, nor did he know that he was about to experience his first time being caught cheating.
Hercules walked to the seaside and looked out at the vast ocean.
"Compared to the land, the sea is not only wide, but also deep."
"Sir Ander, have you ever been to the ocean?"
"No, although more than one person who has received my power has been here, I have never been here."
"But now think about it, if it weren't for the choice I made back then, maybe this would be my home..."
A rustling sound came, and the puppet crawled out of his pocket.
He recalled the choices that had been before him, but he didn't know what they were at the time.
Chess, sailing, opera.
He chose the last one, which was good. But how do you know if the other two you didn't choose are better answers?
"So don't regret... and believe in every choice you make."
"Hercules, one day, you will become a real hero."
He spoke softly. In fact, in Ander's eyes, the so-called heroes of Chaos were never heroes.
Although he didn't know what a real hero was like, at least he didn't think it should be like this.
"In the past... someone once told me some stories. Hercules, I will tell them to you when I have the chance in the future."
"As for how you understand them, that's your own business."
"I will."
After seriously responding, Hercules looked at the sky.
It was already late, and he had planned to go to Silver Moon City first, but now that he thought about it, it wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer.
Let's talk about it when he comes back. After all, compared to the Eye of the East China Sea, there are no people waiting for his arrival in that city.