Trampling...
Antilochus walked along a vaguely recognizable main road.
Some rubble was rolled around by the prince's movements and hit the broken walls.
In the wreckage of these buildings, Antilochus saw many creations of the same style as before.
Broken lines, broken and chaotic transistors, and various texts and books.
The multi-faceted stone edges that constantly absorbed things from the surrounding environment but could never get any energy.
But as he got closer to the center of this ancient city, more doubts gradually emerged in the prince's heart.
Undoubtedly, there was once a great civilization here, which was far more powerful than Pylos. Even putting the two together was a humiliation to the former.
And even if it was the Silver Moon City that believed in the ancient gods, although Antilochus did not know the true strength of the two, in his opinion, the latter would probably not be more powerful than this long-destroyed country.
However, it was such a civilization, and it eventually disappeared so strangely.
Yes, it was strange, not unreasonable.
After all, even the king of the gods will be replaced, and the stars in the sky will fall into the mortal world, so how can the kingdom built by humans really last forever?
So what really makes the prince unable to understand is the inexplicable sense of disharmony behind this destruction.
Destruction is understandable, but destruction like this... is very unusual.
"According to the records of the kingdom... Ha, forget it."
"Even His Majesty the Sea King is in trouble, so I will speak frankly."
With a self-deprecating smile, Antilochus's eyes swept over the traces of damage to the surrounding buildings.
It was like a natural disaster buried everything and turned the city into dust.
"According to some records that have been circulated in Silver Moon City, Mount Olympus is not a natural pillar of heaven, and the current God King is not the eternal king of the gods."
"Thousands of years ago, perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, in short, it was a time that mortals could not reach. At that time, the real center of the entire human world had another name."
"It was 'Mount Odile', and at that time this original God Mountain stood in the world."
"It supports the sky and the earth, and at the highest place in the world, the supreme monarch rules the entire world."
"So, Your Highness," the prince did not really use 'Poseidon' to call the trident, but used a general name: "When the God King changed, what happened to the mountain?"
"And what happened to the life that originally lived there?"
"It collapsed."
The halo circulated, and the consciousness of the trident slowly said.
Although he had only possessed his own wisdom for a short time, the traces left on it when it was a simple artifact before that have not been erased.
As a participant in that battle, the trident knew very well the outcome of that battle.
"The mountain collapsed, and all spirits died."
"Before the last battle, the previous God King allowed everyone who wanted to leave to leave, but there were always people who thought they were far enough away, or they were beasts who didn't understand language."
"So they all died there in the end, and collapsed with the magnificent pillar of heaven, turning into a handful of remains of the past." He
nodded slightly, which was no different from what he had learned.
Mount Odysseus fell during the transformation of the God King, and collapsed before the might of the previous God King.
But it was precisely this result that made Ambrox more confused about what he saw.
"...As a stone pillar supporting the sky, the ancient mountain was destroyed by the battle between the strong, and countless lives perished. This is our history...But what about here? Why is it like this?"
"There is no human testimony, no traces of fighting, and even no corpses or bloodstains can be found."
"If this is an annihilation from the strongest, then how did these so-called debris remain?"
"If this is just a simple natural disaster, then for such a civilization that is so skilled in the use of extraordinary power, how could they be so easily wiped out?"
"Rather than saying that this is a sudden disaster...I think this is a foreseen destruction."
"The people here knew about the disaster and fled here."
"Maybe time is a little tight, but this is by no means an unexpected result."
"As for whether they survived, no one can know."
Gradually approaching the center of the city, many things here have become more refined and holy wherever you look.
In many places, Ambrox saw arrangements similar to sacrifices.
Obviously, the life that once lived here also believed in gods. They were pious and sincere, and let their faith integrate into every corner of their lives.
But just like Pyrrhus, until the last moment, the gods they believed in could not save them after all.
Or in fact, they did save them, but at that moment, those gods themselves were also busy.
"Well, you have some truth in what you said."
"It's just that the descendants of Poseidon don't look like this place was damaged after being abandoned."
"From the furnishings of this city, at least when the residents left here, they should not have thought that they would never come back." "
From this point of view, there should be only one answer to their fate."
The blue light vibrated, and the artifact responded.
It also paid great attention to this world hidden on the other side of the sea and time.
A complete interface, if Poseidon had discovered it long ago, then with the power of this interface, he might really have a chance to unify the world.
It's just that fate likes to play jokes so much. When he was still free, he never discovered this opportunity that was right in front of him.
And when he got such an opportunity, Poseidon himself was no longer able to get it.
He could only place his hopes on others, but the Trident didn't think it was any use.
It didn't bring the prince here because it thought it could fulfill the Sea King's wish, but because it didn't want to fall into the hands of other gods, and it also needed the blessing of faith.
"Yes, they thought they could come back... but it turned out that they misjudged."
"I really don't know what kind of disaster destroyed them, and whether it will come again..."
The prince whispered to himself, wondering what the Trident was thinking.
After climbing over a collapsed tall beam, Ambrox's vision suddenly widened a lot.
At this moment, the center of the city was not far away from him.
There were collapsed buildings all around,
and an empty space inside. In the middle of the empty space, there was a huge damaged pedestal, on which was placed an equally huge stone.
At just one glance, the prince found that the so-called stone was so familiar.
Although it was magnified thousands of times, as long as you look closely, you can see that it is no different from the stone edges that are scattered throughout the city and embedded in the remains of buildings. "What on earth is this?"
Taking a deep breath, Ambrox subconsciously continued to move forward, trying to get closer to there.
Near the base, he saw a few intact instruments.
They might still be usable, which was a key discovery... But at this moment, the artifact beside the prince suddenly burst into divine light.
The azure halo floated around like a ribbon, as if protecting the young prince.
And at the tip of the trident, a terrifying light flashed.
Buzz——
"——Wait a minute, don't get excited. I have no ill intentions, and I don't have the ability to do anything malicious." "
The rune stone has long been out of energy, and the entire Vanaheim has not seen the sun for tens of thousands of years... You are the only visitor, and perhaps the last one."
"We are not enemies, maybe you can listen to what I have to say first."
The voice sounded on the incomplete ruins, and it was not until then that Ambrox reacted belatedly.
His mind was instantly tense, and the prince looked around.
There was silence all around, and it seemed that nothing had changed. But the next moment, he found the source of the sound.
"'Magnetite'..."
"Who are you, where is this place, where are the people who used to live here now?"
"What is this so-called 'Magnetite' used for?"
The prince asked loudly, and at this moment he was very glad that he had the trident to protect him.
He couldn't actually understand the language the other party said, but he could understand the meaning.
Just like the so-called 'Rune Stone' which was transliterated, its full meaning is 'Sunstone engraved with runes', but in the language of Pylos, it can be transliterated as 'Magnetite'.
Of course, these are just trivial matters.
What really makes the prince nervous is the sound in this relic.
Is it an indigenous person? Impossible.
Then is it the culprit that caused the destruction here?
If that's the case, then I...
"I didn't destroy Vanaheim, human. In fact, I don't have the ability to do so."
"When I was created, the great Gulveig wrote the lowest order into me."
"That is, no matter what, you must not harm the members of the Vanir."
The voice was silent, and under the gaze of Ambrox, a shadow slowly appeared in the dusty open space not far from the pedestal.
It was a woman with an unusual smile on her face, wearing clothes of a very different style.
There was no shadow of her on the ground, obviously, this was not a physical existence.
"Can you read my thoughts?"
Ambrox became more alert and moved closer to the artifact.
The trident also released a stronger halo at the right time, shining around the prince.
The concrete woman turned a blind eye to all these actions.
She just maintained her unchanged smile and explained the questions raised by the prince.
"No, I can't read your thoughts."
"It's just that when the great Gulveig created me, she gave me a tiny part of her wisdom, so I can see through people's hearts."
"Just like now, you are warning me, but there is no need."
"The meaning of my existence is to serve the Vanir, and humans are believers of the gods, so I won't hurt you."
"And your previous doubts... This is the rune stone, the result of the great Gulveig's research on the power of the god of sunlight and agriculture before he left."
"It can endlessly obtain power from the sun's light and turn it into an almost eternal and inexhaustible energy source."
Whether it's the 'rune stone' or the transliteration of 'magnetic stone', at this moment, the prince no longer pays attention to it.
This unknown existence said that she was not dangerous, but which dangerous thing would admit its own harm.
"Then how did the people here die? Don't try to deceive me."
"And the Vanir, what are they?"
"No more."
"The Vanir have been buried in history and disappeared with time itself."
"As for whether the great Gulveig is still alive, that is not for me to know."
"She is an immortal witch, and even the most powerful gods cannot do anything to her."
"But in the disaster at the end of all things, no one is sure to survive."
The voice was steady on one line, gentle and cold.
The virtual image of the woman continued to speak without a pause.
"As for the death of the residents here... they are the gods' favored ones, or the descendants of gods with the blood of gods."
"They should have enjoyed joy and beauty in the gods' domain, but that day, the omen of destruction came. Far away in Asgard, the king of the Aesir also foresaw this scene."
"So at this last moment, the old enemies put aside their conflicts and shook hands with the enemies to reconcile."
"God King Odin came here. He did not hold the magic gun, but proposed a way to avoid the disaster alone."
"It seems that he failed."
The prince did not react to many things the woman said, because he did not know the meaning behind those names at all .
But when the other party mentioned "God King", he still said something.
God King, is there another God King named Odin in this world?
He didn't know, but the other party was probably trapped in the disaster...
"No, he did not fail, because for him, there was no option of failure."
"It's just that we are different."
The shadow spoke calmly.
"After all attempts failed, he deceived us."
"Because of his deception, the Vanir have become history."
"And the God King Odin...he may still be alive."
"No."
In the center of the city ruins, Ambrox quietly listened to the story of the shadow in front of him.
He didn't care about the life and death of the God King. In fact, the prince actually doubted the title of Odin's so-called God King.
But putting the truth aside, Ambrox raised his own doubts about the matter itself.
"Deception... You said he deceived you and led to the destruction of the entire tribe."
"But when it comes to matters of life and death, how could you trust an outsider?"
"Even the closest allies would not be defenseless, not to mention that in your words, you were not friends."
"...I don't know."
"Because Odin's deception was beyond everyone's expectations. Even the leader of the Vanir could not foresee this happening."
"For the past tens of thousands of years, in everyone's eyes, Odin would never betray his allies on the battlefield."
"He swore to his own spear that he would never retreat, and even Njord never doubted him."
"But the result was that, because of his deception, the entire Protoss turned to dust..."
"'That was Odin, but maybe it was not just Odin. He knows it himself, or he may not have realized it yet.'" "
That's what the great Princess Gulveig told me after she learned the news that day. Then she and the last remaining gods of the Protoss left and never returned."
The voice was still calm, and the phantom smiled as he narrated the history.
Just listening to the other party's story, the prince felt a chill in his heart.
Yes, but not only that, what does this mean... Putting aside useless thoughts, Ambrosius continued to ask.
"What about Odin, if he is still alive, where do you think he is?"
"I don't know, at least not in Vanaheim."
"In a sense, he may not even be in the remains of the Nine Worlds."
"That's good."
Subconsciously relieved, Ambrosius did not feel ashamed.
Although he didn't know how much water the other party's position of "God King" was, he was probably a real god anyway.
With only a divine weapon, the prince was not so arrogant.
"What about you, why did you appear in front of me?"
After a long circle, Ambrosius finally asked the last question.
The other party seemed to be the original resident of this interface, so what did she think of him as an outsider?
"No reason. Serving the gods and their descendants is the value I was created for."
"The Vanir Protoss is gone, but you, who have the blood of the sea gods, are also qualified to live here."
"This is the rule set by the leader of the Protoss, Summer and Sea God Njord."
Njord, the god of summer and the sea, is the leader of the Vanir Protoss and the father of Frey, the god of sunlight and fertility, and Freya, the goddess of beauty.
The latter two were sent to Asgard as hostages for a truce, and Mimir, the wise giant, was the exchanger given to Vanaheim by Asgard.
Among them, Frey's sword was passed around for several times, and finally carried the essence of Chaos's sun and was inserted at the foot of Mount Olympus.
Therefore, the rune stone of Vanaheim can absorb the energy of sunlight, and even this realm itself fell into the sea and was connected with Poseidon.
"So, I have the right to use this place and I am also qualified to bring others in."
"And you, will you try your best to help me?"
The prince did not know the reason behind it at the moment, but it did not affect his understanding of the meaning of the projection in front of him.
He came here in the first place just to find a piece of pure land that could accommodate them.
"Of course."
"But there are some things here that can only be used by gods and their descendants."
"You can come with me to take a look, they should be of some help to you."
"If you want to rebuild this place, then they may be able to help you a lot."
Nodding gently, the projection responded calmly.
As long as it conforms to its rules, it will not refuse this option.
As for the things left here, if the gods are still there, they can make the same things again.
But since they have been destroyed, there is no point in keeping them.
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Tear -
In the rolling sea, the seemingly huge fleet is like sand scattered on the ground.
The crew fainted on the deck, and their clothes were already wet.
Obviously, for these mortals, they are far from recovering from the pressure of the previous overturn.
I don't know how long it took, at a certain moment, a gap opened up in the void.
Passing through the azure portal, Ambrosius returned to his flagship again.
Compared with when he left, the waves of the sea have become more violent.
When the world loses the gods who control storms and earthquakes, the laws corresponding to them will inevitably become restless little by little in the future.
A god must take over this burden, or find a way to stabilize it with something - of course, this is not difficult.
But none of this has anything to do with Ambrosius... The prince stepped on the shaking deck and breathed a sigh of relief.
It is unknown when the vision brought by the God King of the Sky has disappeared.
There is no doubt that the fight there may have ended.
He waved his hand to close the space portal behind him. This is the prince's new ability.
From this moment on, Ambrosius has the qualifications to open the gate of Vanaheim.
Although in terms of strength, he is far from the level of refining and controlling this interface, but this does not affect his use of this insignificant authority.
As long as he is near the East China Sea, he can use this to return to that world. Even through some methods, he can change the location of the exit and move the direction of the entire interface.
In fact, the prince did intend to do so.
The East China Sea is still too noisy. If possible, he will move to the west of the continent.
"Your Highness... have we succeeded?" Returning to the familiar place, the prince felt a little relieved.
Although he had been protected by the artifact, Ambrosius was still tense.
However, after going back and forth, they finally had a place to go.
But the prince was still undecided whether it was feasible.
"Success... sort of."
"I don't have any experience in this area."
"Those past memories can only increase my knowledge, but this is the first time I've heard of the story told by that spirit."
Trembling slightly, [Sea King Trident] did not hide its shortcomings.
After all, it really didn't know much about the so-called Vanaheim. It had never heard of
God King Odin, God of Sunlight, another sea god, gods who could "die in battle"...
It naturally found it difficult to make a decision.
But at the moment, they had no other choice, so in the end, the trident gave a positive answer.
"Go here. Without Poseidon, you can't protect me at all."
"Without the protection of God, the blood of God in your body is the source of your misfortune."
"Hide in Vanaheim, together with your subjects."
"You can reproduce there and establish a new country."
"And you are the first generation of kings there... one day, you may even have a chance to gain immortality."
Shaking slightly, although it is just a weapon, the trident also has its pursuits.
It doesn't want to be used casually anymore. It also wants to be believed in and worshipped on a high altar.
"Get... immortality?"
Next to the trident, Ambrosius silently recited this word and shook his head and laughed.
That is too far away. He is still far from worrying about his life span.
But the trident is right. Vanaheim is his only choice.
There was a subtle noise in the distance. The prince looked up and saw that someone was about to wake up from a coma.
Even if it was to appease people, he had to do something.
"Okay, Your Highness, I will make some preparations first - try to get there before others remember us."
"Since Pylos has been destroyed by earthquakes, storms and floods, only we can keep it going."
"There are ten nobles with divine blood in this fleet that followed me. They will be my future helpers."
"I think as long as they feel the changes in their blood, they will not refuse my request."
Speaking of his inner thoughts, Ambrosius was not very sad about Pylos's end, which was why he easily accepted the Trident's statement.
Because most of the people who stayed there could not understand his thoughts, except for these soldiers who had dealt with the Athenians many times.
The only thing that made the prince a little regretful was his father, but the other party was already old.
No matter sooner or later, this day was about to come.
"I don't know if my father can return to the kingdom of the gods in this situation."
Even the gods themselves can't take care of themselves, let alone believers.
The Trident has no answer to this question.
"Speaking of which, since we are ready to live in another place, there is no need for me to keep the name Pyrrhus."
"And [Vanaheim] is not sure whether there are any enemies. Although the spirit said there are none, who can tell for sure?"
"You are right, so do you have any idea?"
After circling in the air, the trident agreed.
The prince just smiled. He would naturally give up on such matters.
"No, and it is not my decision."
"Only you have the qualification to name a kingdom and a world."
"Hmm..." After
a slight silence, the artifact, which had just been born, seemed to be moved.
Indeed, this is something that even Poseidon had never done before.
So what kind of name is worthy of its status... After racking his brains, at a certain moment, the trident had a flash of inspiration.
It remembered that Poseidon, who was very vengeful, had searched for news about the spirit world for a while, but in the end it was nothing.
But in the process, he came into contact with the language of the spirit world.
And among those unsystematic words, it seems that there is one that is very suitable for the current situation.
"I remember you mentioned to me just now that in order to avoid the gods and troubles, you planned to move the entrance and exit of this interface to the west of the continent, to a place far away from Olympus."
"This is a good idea, but in this case, this interface will be called 'Western Continent' from now on."
"I hope you can grow stronger in the future and make its status comparable to another continent."
"And the name of your country..."
After hesitating for a moment, the Trident finally gave an answer.
"The name of your country is [Atlantis]."
According to the knowledge that Poseidon had collected, this word seems to be understood as 'lost', 'ideal', and 'surrounded by the ocean'.
The Trident felt that this description was very reasonable. Lost artifacts and gods, lost interfaces, lost descendants of gods and civilizations, this is a portrayal of them.
Of course, this is only now.
One day, they will face this world again.
And the [Trident of Poseidon] is still a symbol of the power of the sea.
the City Southeast of the sea, a flat beach not far from Silver Moon City.
The sky is clear and cloudless.
The light salty smell of the seawater is blown to the shore by the breeze, and several crabs are burrowing in and out of the sand.
The weather change a few days ago seemed to have never happened, and the movement of Vanaheim's time and space level did not affect their survival.
For these tiny lives, this small beach is everything.
The skirt of the goddess of dawn brushed across the sky and fell back to the palace on the sacred mountain.
Facing the shining of the morning sun, a huge black shadow was gradually rising along the seabed.
Through the clear sea water, the dark shell can be vaguely seen.
However, there are also many traces of varying depths on the indestructible hull.
Buzz -
hiss...
click -
it surfaced with a buzzing sound, and the huge alchemical hull was exposed on the sea.
The valve at the exit was closed and there was a sound of air squeezing, followed by the collision between the mechanisms.
It didn't take long for an oval door to be opened on the huge hull.
A pair of powerful hands grabbed the edge and jumped out.
Bang -
his feet stepped on the beach, and the young hero greedily breathed in a breath of fresh air.
It's not that the circulation system in the hull is bad, but the natural wind is indeed more comfortable.
Huhuhu...
"It feels like a different world, right?"
"It's always a little uncomfortable to stay in a claustrophobic environment for a long time, and although these exquisite creations are good, no matter how high their skills are, they are still far from comparable to the wonders of creation."
"Even this small gas contains many unknown secrets."
Following closely, without the violent movements of the great hero, the tall and thin Prometheus stepped on the sea water and walked onto the beach.
The sun sprinkled on his body, making the forerunner feel a little warm.
Bathed in the gentle sea breeze, Prometheus smiled and spoke.
"That's because you are asking too much. It's already amazing to be able to do this."
"To be able to make something like this, you must be the smartest person in the world."
The last young man jumped out of the cabin and said with a smile.
He walked to the side of the Forerunner and held the weak god with his hand.
"Hmm?"
"Respect the old and love the young."
"The virtues passed down in our Meng Village."
Amon said seriously, like a good boy.
"...That's really a good tradition."
After a moment of silence, Prometheus nodded.
Although he didn't know why, since he followed Hercules back to the alchemical ship, the Forerunner didn't like this young man named Amon at first sight.
Although he was studious, knowledgeable, and smart, just like the children that the Fire Thief once loved the most, Prometheus still didn't like him very much.
But no matter what, this young man risked his life to cross the sea and saved himself together with the other two children.
So with the Forerunner's personality, it was naturally impossible for him to be rejected because of a so-called feeling.
"After several months, the journey is considered complete."
"So where to go next, have you decided?"
In the blink of an eye, a bright smile appeared on his serious face again,
and Amon looked at the hero. Hercules thought about it and finally shook his head.
"Although we have the same goal, how to act should not always be decided by me alone."
"Our next destination is the end of the world in the west, but how to go in the middle should be chosen by us together."
"In this case... how about we go to Silver Moon City first?"
"Crossing the continent is not an easy task, and from this alchemical ship, we can see how important a good tool is."
"Besides, you should have heard of the name of this city a long time ago."
"Since we are already near it, don't you want to see its true appearance?"
Hercules' expression moved slightly, listening to Amon's suggestion, he felt that it really made sense.
The vehicle is only secondary, and more importantly, the hero really wants to see what a truly powerful wizard looks like.
Besides, in addition to this, he has something he has never told others.
That is, where did the god of the west wind who had given him the task before go?
"Okay."
Nodding his head affirmatively, the great hero then looked at Prometheus.
The foresight did not raise any objections. In fact, he was also curious about the human kingdom that created such advanced creations.
But before that, thinking about what he had sensed not long ago, Prometheus still reminded him.
"I will not interfere with your itinerary, but Hercules, you should still remember what I said before."
"A few days ago, on this sea, I sensed the power that Zeus vented in the human world."
"The time was short, but very clear. Thousands of years have passed, and his strength has become stronger.
"Even now I can no longer measure the difference in power between him and the ancient gods of creation. He has already sat firmly in the position of the king of gods."
"So young man, I don't know what happened to you, and whether it has anything to do with Zeus, but in any case, I still hope you can be cautious."
"The gods are truly stronger than humans, not their military power or wisdom, but their eternal and immortal life and endless time. "
Compared with success after success, the ability to bear the consequences of failure after failure is their real reliance on standing above all things."
"...I will."
"I will keep your teachings in mind."
The great hero nodded solemnly.
What Prometheus said was right, and he had no intention of doing anything before finding solid evidence.
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Over two hills and across a river.
It didn't take too long for Hercules to see the legendary city after passing through a barrier between visible and invisible.
The huge shadow was blurred and difficult to distinguish, and it was artificially isolated from the outside world.
Approaching the outskirts of the city, the number of local residents and outsiders increased.
Above the sky, twelve towers slowly rotated clockwise.
Indistinctly, the great hero even observed a pattern from it.
However, due to the lack of knowledge, even after observing for a long time, Hercules still felt like he was looking at flowers in the fog.
"That's a clock, but it's also a 'calendar'." "Every day, they should circle around the city."
"And they also change from master to slave, and change with the phases of the moon and the position of the stars."
"To change the world with human power, this kind of action against the trend must pay a huge price."
"But this tower itself is drawing energy from all things."
Unlike Hercules, even though he had been away from the human world for thousands of years, Prometheus still saw the subtleties of the operation of these towers in front of him at a glance.
The trajectory of the sun and the moon, the changes of the stars and the rotation of time.
In Chaos, since the birth of the twelve Titans, this number itself contains the meaning of "perfection" and "completeness".
If the humans in the Bronze Age could build such a miracle, even a flood would not be able to wipe them out.
"It sounds really amazing, but it seems that we have been discovered."
Without the vision and knowledge of a foresighted person, the great hero could not see so many things.
But along the way, Hercules' potential in certain aspects was discovered more and more.
Although there was no direct evidence, the hero felt like he was being watched just by standing there.
Of course, Hercules did not sense any obvious malice from this gaze.
"This is normal. The barrier that we passed through before was probably a tool to identify newcomers."
"Whoever finds a strange demigod approaching will probably pay attention."
Hercules nodded slightly and felt the same way.
After waiting for a while, the hero did not wait for any guards to come and drive him away. Instead, he felt that the gaze was withdrawn.
So without much hesitation, Hercules followed the flow of people to the tall bronze arch at the end of his sight.
Caution is not cowardice. Since the owner of this place did not refuse his visit, he would go in openly.
Walking along the neat avenue, the towering giant gate was in front of him.
Dozens of pale golden balls floated in the air. With the help of his extraordinary hearing, Hercules roughly understood their functions.
They were alchemical creations responsible for entry registration, and the target was all residents who did not live locally.
Regardless of whether they were human or not, Hercules was even a little surprised that he found a person who looked like a river god.
Although the true gods always did not regard them as the same kind, it was really surprising that they appeared here.
After all, Silver Moon City's rejection of the faith of Olympus was known to the world, and no one knew what these river gods were doing here.
"...Sir, please wait a moment."
"I am the recorder numbered 1587. Next, I will register you to enter the city and enter your information. What is your name?"
While thinking, a person flew out of the pale golden sphere, and a soft female voice came out of it.
Coming back to his senses, the great hero looked at this creature without any breath of life.
"Hercules."
"Okay, then where are you from and what is your purpose in coming to Silver Moon City?"
"I am from Thebes, and I came here because I admire the superb alchemy technology of Silver Moon City."
The great hero spoke calmly, without making up a lie.
"I hope to purchase some suitable tools to help me cross thousands of mountains and rivers."
"In addition, I also want to appreciate the scenery of this city."
"Okay, please wait... Your information has been included in the identification."
"The pass has been issued, but because I found in this entry that you are a guest who comes to Silver Moon City for the first time, I will inform you of some necessary matters in advance."
"And as long as you do not violate the relevant regulations, all your actions in the city will not be blocked."
The soft female voice continued to sound, and the next moment, a text was projected on the pale golden light ball.
After a rough glance, Hercules found that it basically indicated some prohibited matters.
Fighting in the city is not allowed, certain places cannot be entered, and false god sacrifices are not allowed.
In addition, there are some trading rules, payment methods and other things.
If there is no legal currency in Silver Moon City, it can also be traded in the form of barter.
There are many of these contents scattered here and there, and most of them are nothing to care about.
However, in addition to these ordinary contents, there is one that the great hero paid more attention to.
"This is... Pet subscription clause?"
"What is this?"
Hercules asked directly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"As you can see, Silver Moon City is the birthplace of wizard civilization in the material world."
"Here, many wizards will sign contracts with some harmless demons and turn them into their own magical pets, or simply use their own skills to create one."
"In the past, this behavior was limited to wizards themselves."
"But thanks to a certain lord's recent experiment, we are about to open a batch of magical pets that can be contracted with ordinary people."
"Whether you are a local resident or not, as long as you meet the standards, you are eligible to apply."
"...I see, magical pets, it sounds really good."
Nodding, Hercules praised, but he didn't actually take it to heart.
For ordinary mortals, it is indeed a good opportunity.
But for him, it is not so useful.
With his current strength, unless it is a powerful demon that can rival the gods, it is meaningless.
And even if such a demon really exists, let alone how to tame it, I think others will never sell it.
However, apart from these common contents, there was one thing that caught the hero's attention.
"Is this... the pet subscription list?"
"What is this?"
Hercules asked directly, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"As you can see, Silver Moon City is the birthplace of wizard civilization in the material world."
"Here, many wizards will sign contracts with some harmless demons and turn them into their own magical pets, or simply use their own skills to create one."
"In the past, this behavior was limited to the wizards themselves."
"But thanks to a certain lord's recent experiment, we are about to open up a group of magical pets that can contract with ordinary people."
"Whether you are a local resident or not, as long as you meet the standards, you are eligible to apply."
"...I see, magical pets, that does sound good."
Nodding, Hercules praised, but he didn't actually take it to heart.
For ordinary mortals, it is indeed a good opportunity.
But for him, it is not so useful.
With his current strength, it is meaningless unless it is a powerful demon that can rival the gods.
And even if such a demon really exists, let alone how to tame it, I think others will never sell it.
. Click, click, click,
click, click,
click, click, click.
...
Just as Hercules and his companions reached the door, in a special room in Silver Moon City.
On a bright afternoon, the sun shone into the house through the window.
Pick up a 'two-bean' and take a sip of delicious black tea.
As a wise bird, Zephyrus felt that his days were extremely leisurely.
There was no busyness, no tasks, no need to figure out the boss's thoughts, and no need to build good relationships with colleagues who were often emotional.
The only thing you need to do is to stay here and cooperate with humans to do some harmless little things.
Empty your mind and enjoy yourself.
For tens of thousands of years, the God of the West Wind felt a sense of relaxation from the heart, which was almost unprecedented.
Crunch, crunch -
"Pfft, what a strange taste."
"So, has the taste of this bean been changed again?"
"Heh, as a wise god - as a god who condescends to be a bird, they are unwilling to make a special version of snacks for me."
"When I occupy this city in the future, I must make them make this kind of product according to my taste, no exceptions!"
Crunch, crunch...
After eating another 'Erbi Bean', Zeferos showed an expression like eating a fly.
A spicy and heady feeling rushed straight from his mouth to his brain, making him spit it out subconsciously.
But when the stimulation passed, he felt a little heady again.
'Erbi Bean', a special food.
This is a small snack specialty of Silver Moon City brought to him by a woman. It is rumored that its original inspiration came from a dream of a great wizard.
The powerful wizard had traveled through a bizarre world as a traveler in his teenage dream, where there were chess pieces fighting each other, cards with crowns, the overthrow of the rabbit kingdom, and puppets with growing noses.
During this journey, the young wizard tasted all kinds of strange delicacies.
For example, the black dessert frog that jumped around, candies that crawled like insects, and beans with various flavors.
This is undoubtedly in line with the variability of dreams. In dreams, no one knows what will happen next.
And when a person wakes up from a dream, they will quickly distinguish between dreams and reality.
However, the young wizard obviously did not want to distinguish, and this dream left a deep impression on him.
So he regarded his teenage dream as an adventure, and from then on he worked hard to become stronger.
The final result is obvious. When the great wizard reaches the pinnacle of the world, no matter whether the dream he had once dreamed was true or false, he has the ability to turn it into reality.
One invention after another came out of his hands, and "Erbi Bean" was one of the finished products. It is said
that in the dream of the great wizard when he was young, this is a kind of bean that no one can distinguish the specific taste. It
tastes like chili, bird droppings, essential oils, and all kinds of other flavors.
Therefore, its original name is "Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans", but in Zeferos's opinion, the new name he gave it sounds better.
Kachi Kachi...
"Dinglingling..."
"Huh?"
Just as he was enjoying a comfortable afternoon life, suddenly, a rhythmic sound of wind chimes sounded at this time.
Looking sideways, a pink bell was making a crisp sound not far away.
Helplessly getting up from the table, Zeferos shook the feathers that had fallen down on his body.
He knew what this was. In the place where he lived, this kind of bell sound was a sign that a visitor had arrived.
After all, it was only a temporary owner bird now. If necessary, people would often come to him to do something.
"But at this time... is it here again? You really don't give up."
"Oh, it's useless... How can I agree to her conditions as a mere mortal!"
With a low hum, Zeferos immediately knew who the visitor was.
There was no other possibility, only that rude guy.
Although he did have to thank him for getting rid of the endless exams and successfully obtaining a temporary identity.
But in other aspects, he would never compromise.
As a god, even if he had temporarily turned into a bird, Zeferos asked himself that he had a bottom line.
And it was only because she didn't know his true identity, otherwise he could scare her to death even if he scared her.
"Humph."
"I've heard that the humans in Silver Moon City are arrogant and rude, and now it seems to be true."
"When I leave here, I'll make you pay if I have the chance."
Zeferos flapped his wings and flew to the windowsill nearby.
Because he knew that some people would not go through the door.
Click...
whoosh -
just as he stood in position, the crystal window that was originally closed opened automatically.
A gust of cold air blew in his face, blowing Zeferos' feathers into a mess.
Even if he didn't use his authority, such an airflow would never have affected this body that seemed to be favored by the rules of the wind.
But since arriving in this city, the God of West Wind has always suppressed his instincts in order to ensure that his identity would not be revealed.
The oncoming airflow was swift and short. When it ended, the bird transformed by Zephyros raised its head.
However, just as he looked out, in the eyes of the God of West Wind, a "big" hand followed.
"Gah-"
"Let me go, you have violated my rights as a temporary identity holder!"
"I am not your pet, you have no right to touch me!"
Zephyros struggled desperately with his feathers suddenly exploding.
After finally breaking free from the "big" hand that was holding him, the bird flew into the air.
Not far away, the witch looked at it with amusement.
Sitting sideways on a wooden stick with a fork at the end, the robe was separated from the bottom, revealing a pair of white long legs.
The pointed hat was worn crookedly on the top of her head, and a silver ornament hung on her right ear.
It was like a fairy tale witch came to reality, and the only thing missing was a magic wand that could make wishes come true.
However, as a native of Chaos, Zeferos could not experience this feeling of crossing the fantasy and reality. "You learn very quickly. I didn't expect you to fail the test on really useful knowledge. You memorized the regulations very clearly."
"If it were someone else, they would probably think you were a native who grew up in Silvermoon City." Medea
covered her mouth and chuckled. Looking at the gray sparrow that was trying to tidy up its feathers, even Medea herself felt a little unreal at the moment. She
still remembered that after sending away the guys in the council, she was still very nervous when she decided to go into battle for the first time. After all,
in the past, although Silvermoon City had come into contact with gods, the objects they came into contact with were often very polarized.
If they were not the goddess of the magic net, they were at least the lords of the wilderness who had real artifacts in their hands.
Their power was almost the strongest among the gods, and with the help of the magic net and the power projected by the moon phase of the spirit world, no one dared to question their authority.
Apart from that, the only ones who came into contact were the pitiful regional gods with weak combat power.
Unfortunately, from ancient times to the present, there are many regional gods who were "killed" by human heroes in anger.
Whether it is humans or true gods, even they themselves do not actually regard themselves as gods.
Without the transformation of authority, even if they have a little bit of divine power, these regional gods can rarely become opponents of the demigod heroes.
So it is precisely for this reason that when Medea was preparing to get close to the real gods for the first time, even a suspected main god-level existence, she did not know how many preparations she had made.
With the help of her identity as the temporary manager of the mystery lock, she strengthened the local power at the cost of reducing the overall efficiency, activated the forbidden witchcraft to cut off some flesh and soul and store them, and used them as her anchor to revive when an accident occurred.
In addition, she secretly used public power for personal gain and secretly made a lot of false accounts. She prepared seven secret treasure houses throughout the southern continent for herself, cracked the programs of some clock towers, and directly prepared to roll away a high tower.
You know, once something goes wrong, it is not clear whether you can escape with your life, but it is certain that your own strength will be greatly damaged.
And if Medea ignited such a big bomb in Silver Moon City, even if she could suppress it in the end, she herself would probably instantly change from one of the twelve powerful tower masters to a wanted criminal wanted by the whole city.
So in order to prevent this worst-case scenario from happening and to avoid becoming a prisoner, Medea simply treated everyone as an imaginary enemy in advance.
If nothing happens, then everything is fine.
With her ability, it is easy and pleasant to settle the account without making a sound.
But if something goes wrong, then no one needs to find her, she will run away.
She, Medea, no one can judge her!
"Tsk."
"The only pity is that I have prepared so much, but the only thing I didn't expect is that this god doesn't seem to be very smart."
"Maybe the rumor is wrong, or he is a special case?"
"Anyway, according to the various descriptions of the Sea King, the God of War, the Goddess of Beauty and the Queen of Heaven in the records, the gods should not be emotionally stable."
"They are just like humans, they are still immortal, the so-called 'born noble' humans."
"Even if there are a few emotionally stable ones among them, they don't seem to be so stupid."
"As a truly discerning existence among the gods, whether it is the God King or the Goddess of Wisdom, I'm afraid they will not be fooled by our little tricks." I
don't know what the specific reason is, but after the initial shock, Medea gave up thinking.
In any case, it is true that the existence in front of her is a god, and it is also a fact that he is unexpectedly calm.
Since the result is good, there is no need to worry too much.
Except for the occasional outbreak of her own excitement-seeking psychology, Medea felt that everything about her encounter with this god was good.
"Chirp——"
"That's good to know. I have long remembered the rules and regulations of Silvermoon City."
"If you continue to act recklessly, I will go to the inquisitor of the temple to sue you!"
Not knowing what the witch in front of him was thinking in such a short time, Zeferos finally restored himself to a normal posture.
With his wings vibrating, he cautiously distanced himself from the other party.
It was not worth it to give up all the previous efforts for such a small matter, so in order to prevent this human from having no sense of boundaries, Zeferos could only choose to stay away.
"Chirp——"
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
"Well... guess?"
Medea asked with a smile, her eyebrows curved.
"Hehe, who knows what you are thinking."
"I warn you, as a human who has lived for nearly a thousand years, you are also an elder among your kind, and some things are impossible."
"Even if I starve to death and jump from here, I will never sign any ridiculous magic pet contract with you, it will——"
"Chirp——" He
was loudly stating his principles, but looking at the sudden change in the face of the witch in front of him, Zeferos felt uneasy.
Well, he forgot.
Unlike gods, many individuals in the human race do not seem to be proud of living long, and some even dislike it.
Zeferos apologized for his mistake.
But as a god, even if the so-called pet contract could not restrict him at all, he would never sign it.
Zeferos had actually seen the contract before.
It must be said that it was indeed an extremely clever design. It
only cost a small price to have a strong bond - but unlike the oath of the Styx that was responded to by the law, this contract between mortals was rooted in blood and spirit.
For mortals, this kind of bond that directly penetrated the flesh and soul was certainly strong enough, but the body of the gods was very different from that of mortals.
Gods were born to be able to freely transform between matter and spirit, and the purest divinity came from both and was higher than both.
So for gods, this contract was not lasting.
It was like someone stamped a mark on their body, which looked very obvious, but it could fall off as long as they were "washed".
Even if the gods knew how to do it, they could make this contract a unilateral agreement.
However, considering that the subject of the contract was biased towards humans, this unilateral agreement was meaningless.
In this way, Zeferos didn't need to reject this agreement, as it wouldn't cause any harm anyway.
However, whether it can be "fall off" is one thing, and whether it has been "stamped" is another matter.
Undoubtedly, although a lot has been changed during the time in Silvermoon City, in some aspects, Zeferos still has not such a low bottom line.
"Hmm..."
The eyes turned slightly, and the God of West Wind thought about it secretly.
In a flash, Zeferos flew towards the bustling place in the city.
Although this human is hateful, thanks to her, he no longer needs to face those hateful test questions.
Even after obtaining a temporary identity, he can still move around in a limited range.
Before, there was no suitable reason, so Zeferos never left the place where he lived too far.
Now, since he has found the opportunity, he might as well go and take a look.
Swish -
Zeferos flew a long distance in one breath, and he did not forget to look back.
It was a bit surprising that the woman did not catch up until she was out of sight.
This human who had no sense of distance just made a "knocking" gesture towards him, and then let him go.
For a moment, Zeferos was a little uncomfortable.
What was going on? Did his threat work?
Maybe it was. After all, in the eyes of the humans here, those clergy who swore to be fair before the gods were still very deterrent.
But that being said, Zeferos knew very well that he would not really seek help from those judges like the locals here.
Just kidding, although mortals have many misunderstandings about them, most of the Olympian gods who know about them pretend to be ignorant.
But the God of the West Wind has lived long enough, how could he not know what this place is.
Here, for Zeferos, the clergy are actually the things that he fears the most.
"Well... But then again."
"I found a chance to get out, but where should I go..."
After randomly landing in a building and finally gaining the right to move freely in the city, Zephyros was a little confused for a moment.
If he came here to find Hercules at the beginning, then even now, even he is a little unclear about what he wants to do.
Seriously speaking, life here is actually not bad... Shaking his head, the thought just came up, Zephyros hurriedly drove this idea away.
It is really easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
Having lived for so long, how could he not remember what this world is like.
In the entire Chaos, he is one of the few gods who has seen all the great ones.
Even the mysterious Mother of Night, Zephyros has peeked in secret.
The more he sees, the more he knows how insignificant he is.
This trip is still carrying the order of the God King, so how can he stop here.
"Huh..."
With a slight sigh, the gray-feathered sparrow's face showed a serious expression for the first time in a long time.
"... Hercules, we have been apart for too long."
"Although I don't know what you are doing here, it's time for you to come back."
"Let me see where you are now... and then guide you back to the right path."
After confirming that no one was following him again, Zephyros concentrated his mind.
Through the marks he had left behind, the God of West Wind calculated his position.
However, perhaps because the maze of Silver Moon City rose and fell like the tide with the sky, after sensing for a long time, Zephyros always felt that this direction was a little wrong.
"This location... how did he get there?"
With a confused look on his face, Zephyros, who had not had the opportunity to move freely before, naturally did not know much about this city.
But even if it was just a few words from his daily life, the God of West Wind roughly drew a sketch in his mind.
In addition to some key landmarks, the range of activities of most natives and outsiders was remembered by him. After all, this was one of the best ways for him to leave Silver Moon City later.
Even if they were accidentally discovered, the humans here would have to consider whether to anger a god in the most crowded place.
But at this moment, sensing the location of the mark, Zeferos found it a little difficult to understand.
Judging from the direction, it was not a place where most people moved around, and there was nothing special about it.
It was just an unfinished urban area, which was said to have a history of hundreds of years.
According to the records of the people here, before they decided to go to the outside world to open up settlements, they had thought about expanding on the basis of Silver Moon City itself.
However, due to various factors, this expansion was eventually abolished, and the unfinished urban grass site was also abandoned there.
If there is anything, it is probably only a temple that has been abandoned for a long time.
Of course, considering that it has never been used from beginning to end, it may not be abandoned.
"... That kind of place... What is he going to do?"
The God of the West Wind certainly didn't know the answer, but since it was not a forbidden area, he decided to go and take a look.
For the locals, it was a deserted place that was not allowed to enter.
But for him, as long as he didn't cause any trouble, it didn't matter where he went.
·······
Flutter...
Controlling the altitude of the flight, he flew all the way to the north.
Carefully dodging alchemical equipment of all sizes, Zephyros was not very fast.
As an outsider with little status, the place where he had stayed before was not in the core area.
So the God of the West Wind did not encounter any trouble along the way.
The sun moved slowly in the sky, and the shadows on the ground rotated with it.
Following the guidance of the mark, Zephyros walked through the buildings.
Crossing a river in the city, the gray sparrow flew into the abandoned city area.
It seemed that no one had been here for a long time, and a thin layer of dust could be seen on the ground.
However, the further in, the more hesitant the God of the West Wind looked.
Because there was no formal construction at all, most of the buildings here had never been built. Only the temple that was originally located stood out in the center, which could be seen at a glance.
In Zephyros's perception, the direction indicated by his mark seemed to be there... But as he got closer to there, this guidance began to gradually tilt downward.
Just like a compass, when it is far away, it often only indicates the east, south, west and north.
Only when you get really close to it can you use it to distinguish the height of the horizontal position.
The mark of the god of the west wind is like this, and the location it ultimately points to is actually below the abandoned temple.
"..."
"What does this mean, an abandoned temple... Could it be that this place actually hides some secrets of Silver Moon City, and Hercules discovered it, and was therefore imprisoned by the humans here..."
Fluttering...
His eyes were solemn, and vaguely, at this moment, the invisible wind surrounded Zephyrus, telling him the situation inside the temple.
However, there was nothing there. Under the tall and solemn appearance was just an empty shell.
There were no statues, no clergy, and no expected guards and secret passages.
No matter how you looked at it, it was an ordinary building that had never been used.
After circling in the air for two weeks, Zephyrus hesitated.
If it had not involved Hercules, he would not have wanted to explore any secrets.
But the son of the king of gods carried some of Zeus' ideas, so as a god of Olympus, the god of the west wind had to take him out of the city safely no matter what.
Whoosh—— Flying into the temple, Zephyros observed carefully.
But in his perception, this place was so ordinary.
The floor was solid, and there was no interlayer in the surrounding walls... His eyes became sharp, following the induction of the mark, the wings of the gray sparrow became as hard as iron, and then slashed down fiercely.
The next moment, the seemingly problem-free ground was torn on the spot.
And just below, a dark cave was revealed.
Wow -
divine light flashed, and Zephyros no longer concealed it.
The appearance of the sparrow began to distort and deform. After a few breaths, a figure appeared in the empty hall of the temple.
After regaining his original appearance, the God of West Wind jumped into the cave.
"Huh..."
"Is the ground here human technology?"
"Just like the transformation of gods, even if I am close, I can't tell the truth from the false."
"But it doesn't matter... They put this place in such a remote place, and didn't even set up any warning devices... What exactly are they going to do..."
"And Hercules..."
Bang -
after falling for a long time, Zeferos' feet stepped on the ground again.
There was no obstacle during the whole process, which is reasonable.
The more ordinary things are, the more hidden they are.
If there is really a trap containing power underground, Zeferos can detect it.
But the real arrangement here seems not to be for defense, but for concealment.
If it weren't for the mark left by himself as a guide, I'm afraid no one would find out what's wrong below.
Tap tap -
snort -
it was dark all around, but it didn't affect the sight of the God of West Wind.
Looking at the surrounding environment, at this moment, Zeferos found himself in a long stone corridor.
The place where he fell was the starting point, and the end was unknown.
He took a step forward, and then, as if he had received some kind of induction, a series of candles along the corridor lit up one after another.
Each bronze lamp was engraved with patterns, and the light golden grease turned into burning fuel.
The smell of burning in the air was not only not as fishy as ordinary animal fats, but instead had a faint fragrance.
Taking a big step forward, Zeferos walked forward along the corridor.
Although he himself did not expect to find such a thing, since he had already come, there was no possibility of retreating.
Tat...
From the moment the ground above was broken, the invisible airflow was covering up all the ways for sound to spread.
No matter what was inside, it was impossible for them to hear the movement of Zeferos coming in.
Transforming himself into an invisible airflow again, the god of the west wind once again used his specialty.
In other words, many of his deeds were unknown to people... Otherwise, Zeferos felt that sooner or later he would become Chaos's god in charge of hiding.
"The mark is probably pointing to here."
"Hercules... what on earth are you doing here--"
"-- What is this?"
"How is it possible?!!"
I don't know how long they have been going forward. At a certain moment, the invisible airflow bypassed a bend.
This seems to be the end of the corridor. When turning around this bend, Zephyros's vision instantly widens.
A huge underground space is enough to accommodate half of the city of the outside world, and the exit of the corridor is just in the middle of the air.
There is such a space under the abandoned temple, which is shocking enough.
However, the God of West Wind had expected this, and even if he was surprised, he would not have such a big reaction.
"This..."
A thousand-man pit, or a mass grave?
Zephyros didn't know.
In this huge space, countless bones were piled up below, divided into blocks divided by soil.
Thick bone powder settled below, adding a bit of coldness to the place .
What really made the God of West Wind unable to control his emotions was the location of his mark.
In the pit of countless bones, the owner it was attached to seemed to be one of them... For a moment, Zephyros thought Hercules was dead.
But the anger was only a moment, and he reacted instantly.
That was not Hercules. There was no trace of the blood of the God King on the skeleton. There was something wrong with his mark...
Buzz——
"Who!"
It seemed that the emotional turmoil just now caused the breath to leak out, and Zephyros realized that there was someone else here.
He raised his head suddenly and looked towards the center of this space.
The candlelight was like day, and the bones were like a pile...
In the center of this space, a familiar and unfamiliar figure was reflected in Zephyros' eyes.
The scarlet pipe ran through him, like a piece of fish on the chopping board.
And the movement just now came from there.
"Asterius..."
"How could it be you..."
Zephyros muttered to himself, and was speechless for a while.
Familiar, it couldn't be more normal.
Because in terms of bloodline, he was the beginning of the bloodline of the God of West Wind.
But strange... the same is true.
After all, how many of Chaos' gods care about the relationship between father and son?