Bones piled up, firelight dim.
In the empty underground space, the name was whispered in disbelief.
Looking at everything in front of him, Zephyrus never thought that he would see him underground in Silvermoon City.
Astraeus... the ancestor of the stars, the Titan god of the old times.
He was the son of the former weather titan Kleos, the grandson of the ancient sea god Pontus, and the ancestor of the current star gods.
As early as the beginning of the Second Age, he had given birth to the stars and the four wind gods with the goddess of dawn.
The star gods in the Second Age were therefore divided into two, obeying the God King and the Sun respectively.
As for the change of the God King, the God of Weather was imprisoned in Tartarus, and the power of the sea Eurybia returned to the near sea, and was "closed door and reflected" under the supervision of his brother Nereus.
Having lost his two biggest backers and not being able to turn against Zeus early, Astraeus's situation became awkward.
There was no place for him in Olympus. After all, although Zephyros had gained Zeus' trust by offering the [Golden Staff of Maidian], the relationship between them was not that close.
They were father and son, but in fact they were more like colleagues who obeyed orders together.
In the starry sky, although the ancient sun god was no longer there, the position of the Mother of Light was still as stable as Mount Tai.
After a while, coupled with his own ordinary strength, Astraeus was forced to stay away from the world.
There were actually many Titan gods like him, most of whom were of mediocre strength and did not join Olympus early.
From this perspective, Zephyros' luck and choice were already very good.
In comparison, the gods of the same generation as him had long faded out of the center of the world.
Buzz——
"Hmm?"
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it was only a moment.
All kinds of things about Astraeus flashed through his mind, and when another buzzing sounded, Zephyros immediately locked onto the source of the sound.
It was at the midpoint of this underground space, where a tall altar stood surrounded by endless bones.
Its shape is very similar to the altar that mortals used to worship gods, but there are some differences when you look closely.
Not only because the altar is not a statue, but a god himself, but also because of the fine pipes and light silver fine grids that run through his body.
From the altar, from the void, and even from Astraeus' body, the fine grids radiate from here, and finally bind the existence on the altar.
And the continuous noises are not caused by anything else, but the movement caused by the collision between the God of Stars and it.
"Are you... calling me?"
Taking a step forward, Zephyros noticed that Astraeus on the altar seemed to still have a clear consciousness.
He seemed to be aware of his arrival and was trying to attract his attention.
Without hesitation, the God of the West Wind flew forward.
Although the relationship is average, as a member of the gods, Zephyros cannot sit idly by and watch the other party being imprisoned here by humans.
This is a taboo of the gods, and it is also something that every god will inevitably do.
Like Sisyphus, the last mortal who did this, he is still pushing the boulder endlessly to this day.
Swish -
leaving the corridor, under his feet was a huge pit where hundreds of millions of bones were buried, and the invisible air current lifted the God of Wind forward.
However, just at the beginning, Zephyros's face changed slightly.
For some reason, ever since he came to the sky above the pile of bones, an inexplicable force began to act on him, trying to extract his blood, energy and spirit.
The further he went in, the more intense this extraction became.
At the same time, the grid near the central altar became brighter, almost visible to the naked eye, and the God of West Wind in mid-air was in a dilemma for a while.
He didn't know if he could still block this force without relying on divine power if he continued to move forward.
And this feeling... was so strange and familiar.
Zephyros was sure that he should have seen it, and more than once, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Hovering in the air, his face was extremely serious.
"... Ho..."
"... Don't come over..."
"What?"
He suddenly looked up, and with the help of the air around him, Zephyros actually heard the voice of Astraeus.
And the next moment, the God of Stars also realized this.
In the pale silver grid, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the god who was as thin as a withered bone.
"...Can you hear...?"
"...Go...This is a 'blood sacrifice'..."
"...You can't save me...Only you..." "
...Go...Leave here...Tell the gods everything here..."
"...Otherwise, my today...will be your tomorrow!"
The voice was so faint, but Zephyros could hear the overwhelming hatred.
It was understandable that the other party wanted him to leave, after all, he might be the only hope he had seen in thousands of years.
If he also died here, it might be the real despair for Astraeus.
However, although he saw this, the god of the west wind did not want to leave just like that.
Blood sacrifice, yes.
After being reminded by the god of stars, Zephyros finally remembered what this familiar feeling was.
Mortals use blood food to sacrifice to gods, and he just played the role of 'sacrifice'.
It's not even just him who happened to come here, the billions of bones in this underground cave may have come from this.
The mortal who had obtained his mark for unknown reasons also became the "sacrifice" by chance, and became the blood food for the blood sacrifice to the God of Stars.
But why?
Sacrificing living people was expressly prohibited by Zeus. Even a cruel man like Ares could only save the country in a roundabout way and use "gladiator fights" as an excuse.
But all this before us proved that under the Silver Moon City, which has always claimed to be "civilized", there was such a huge and continuous living sacrifice.
The bones under the pit clearly showed the difference in the order of death, and the object of their blood sacrifice was actually a god who had been imprisoned.
"What a madman... Blood sacrifice to the gods, aren't these humans afraid that he will resist at all costs?"
"No, looking at his appearance, if there was a slight chance, no matter how much it cost, I'm afraid he would have fought to the death long ago."
Taking a deep breath, Zephyros vaguely guessed something, but he subconsciously didn't want to believe it.
How could the noble gods fall to such a fate in the hands of humans...
On the high platform at the beginning of the retreat, behind was the corridor from which they came.
With Astraeus's warning, the God of West Wind did not intend to go deeper, but this did not mean that he would leave like this.
He would have to have a result about what happened here.
"... Astraeus, I will find someone to save you."
"But before that, you have to tell me what you have experienced."
"Who trapped you here, what did they do, and what was their purpose?"
"And most importantly..."
"Are there gods involved in the things here besides humans?"
With a serious expression, the God of West Wind was even more nervous.
He wanted to know the previous questions, but they were not that important. Only the last one is the key to the problem.
Although as a god, he does not believe that other gods will support humans to do such things, but everything is subject to accidents.
What if, what if... and what if that one happens to be the god worshipped by Silvermoon City?
After all, this underground space is built here, under the abandoned temple.
In this case, Zephyros can't help but be nervous.
But fortunately, the next moment, when Astraeus's voice sounded, the God of West Wind breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
"...I know...what you are thinking..."
"...No...there are no gods involved here..."
"...Even if it is the Goddess of the Magic Net...it's the same..."
"That's good."
He felt relieved a little. The biggest threat did not exist, so it would be much easier.
But since there were no gods involved, how did these mortals trap Astraeus?
Confused, Zephyros asked.
"... Ho..."
"... Zephyros... You underestimated their meanness..." " ... Along the way ... Did
you see the oil lamps on the road?" "..." " ... You
guessed it ... Right
... Heheheha ... Their divine power comes directly from the law corresponding to their authority, and there will never be a concept of exhaustion. In this case, the so-called "eternal sleep" is terrible for the gods of Chaos, but it may be extremely difficult to achieve. Even if it is a regional god, a weak god, as long as the mountains and rivers corresponding to their divine power are still there, they will not fall asleep. Since the beginning of creation, the true gods who have been sleeping for a long time are either the backlash of the law itself or their own choice. So in this case, even if a mortal accidentally captures a god, how can they ensure that it will not rise up in rebellion after recovery? "...consume...they can only do this..." "...at the beginning...I exhausted my power during the Typhon Rebellion...these humans found me...and then secretly brought me back..." "...at first, they only thought I was a star god...until later...they realized who I was..." "So they feared me! No, they were afraid of the gods!" Buzz- the sound suddenly became high-pitched, and then caused the reaction of the pale silver grid, locking Astraeus tightly. The ferocious expression on the face of the God of Stars was instantly mixed with pain, and then he was forced to calm down. After a long time, the god, who seemed to have lost his mind in the long torture, raised his head again, staring at the position where Zephyros was. "... Ho... Ho..." "... Zephyros... They fear me... but they also desire me... They don't want to give up on me... but they are afraid of my power..." "So this is the only way." "Let my body be dying... extract the blood... bones... fat... organs one by one..." " ... This is the material for their research... and also the tool they use to limit my recovery of divine power..." "... Now... do you understand?" "..." There was no response, and there was no need for a response. Zephyros certainly understood, and now he was sober. In the short time he stayed in Silver Moon City before, he actually thought it was not bad. Although he could not compare with the God Mountain in terms of status, what he experienced here was something he had never seen in Olympus. All of this made the God of West Wind have some good feelings for this city. "But the facts prove that humans are just humans." "The more ignorant, the more pious." "The wiser, the more blasphemous." "The God King told the gods that this is the nature of humans, but it was not until now that I really realized this..." "Wizards should not exist..." From the perspective of humans, Zephyrus did not know how they saw their compatriots who secretly performed human sacrifices. But from the perspective of the gods, everything in front of him was an indisputable crime. "Let my body be on the verge of death... extract blood... bones... fat... organs one by one..." "... This is the material for their research... and also the tool they use to limit my restored divine power..." "... Now... do you understand?" "..." There was no response, and there was no need for a response. Zephyrus certainly understood, and now he was sober. In the short time he had been in Silver Moon City before, he actually thought it was not bad. Although he could not compare with the God Mountain in terms of status, what he experienced here was something he had never seen in Olympus. All of this made the God of the West Wind have some good feelings for this city. "But it turns out that humans are just humans." "The more ignorant they are, the more pious they are."
"The wiser, the more blasphemous."
"The God King told the gods that this is the nature of humans, but it was not until now that I really realized this..."
"Wizards should not exist..."
From the perspective of humans, Zephyrus did not know how they saw their compatriots who secretly performed human sacrifices.
But from the perspective of the gods, everything in front of them was an indisputable crime.
Southeast of the continent, above Silver Moon City.
Surrounding the main body of the city and the mystery lock, the twelve clock towers hang high above as usual.
Whether it is day or night, rainstorm or sunny, they always maintain their eternal and unchanging trajectory.
This is a masterpiece of witchcraft... and it is also a proof of the power of the Goddess of the Magic Web.
Because it is not only man-made, but also a gift from God.
Yes, although the spellcasters of Silver Moon City have always been proud of their superb skills, there are some things they have to admit.
That is, the founder of alchemy is not the self-proclaimed wisdom of them, but a learner who came from afar.
And the reason why these twelve towers are so special is not because of how powerful the technology they contain is.
After all, time will smooth everything out. Perhaps when the first tower rose, it was indeed a miracle in the world.
But since the first one hung in the sky, Silver Moon City has already passed nearly a thousand years.
In this era without civilization faults, in the field of witchcraft, ancient does not mean powerful.
On the contrary, among humans during the Age of Gods, the newer things are, the more extraordinary they appear.
"..."
"So, Erwin, this is the difference between humans and gods."
"...For humans, new things are often stronger than old things."
"Because our power comes from wisdom and creation, the future is always better than the past."
"But for gods, old things are mostly stronger than new things.
"Because their power comes from the world itself, the past is always better than the future."
"Just like a piece of cake that has been cut, when it is placed on the table, the person who comes to the table first will eat the most, and the ones who come later will get very little."
"But the gold mine buried in the ground always belongs to the person who digs it out."
"As long as you are good at digging and searching, it doesn't matter when you arrive. "
Knock, knock -
the dark oak cane knocked on the ground, making a dull sound.
Standing by the window and looking down at the city below, the old man with sparse and gray hair couldn't help but sigh.
Looking around, in Silvermoon City, the bustling flow of people and magical auras flickered everywhere, as if the starry sky was placed on the ground.
It's so young and energetic... generation after generation of young people.
"I'm really old."
Shaking his head slightly, the old man sighed softly.
He still remembered what he looked like when he was young. That year, as the first generation of descendants of the Bronze Survivors and the Water Elves, he and his friends once played together by the Falling Star Lake.
At that time, Silvermoon City still seemed desolate and primitive... But under the leadership of the Great Prophet, everyone was full of hope for the future.
Time, so many years have passed in a flash.
People's hopes have been realized one by one.
The wilderness has turned into farmland, the sky is occupied by human creations, and he, of course, is no longer young.
After all, as a human being, you will eventually grow old, and naturally, you can't escape old age.
"So Erwin, enjoy your young body. "
With a smile, the old man pointed with his cane at the middle-aged man behind him.
"You are not like me. You have only lived for a few hundred years and there is still a long time in the future."
"Take advantage of now to experience the feelings of youth. Otherwise, when you reach my day, no matter how much knowledge you have and how many glorious honors you have, you cannot change your gradually decaying soul..."
"The power of witchcraft may delay the decay of the body, but who can change the continuation of the soul that is complete and active?"
It is not difficult to prolong life, at least for the old man himself.
But to prolong life without affecting one's own emotions and integrity is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
The old man knew that maybe a hundred years, maybe two hundred years, and no more than three hundred years at most, he was destined to embark on the road to death.
This may be long enough for mortals, but for him, it is just the afterglow before the fire of life is extinguished.
"Teacher, you are too kind."
"Your life has just begun, how can it come to an end. "
Bending slightly, the middle-aged man called Erwin smiled respectfully.
He was wearing a dark blue robe, and an intricate and exquisite pattern was engraved on his left chest.
That was the symbol of the 'Clock Tower', and Medea also had the same one.
It symbolized that the person who possessed it had stood at the extreme of the spellcaster's field and was the master of one of the twelve towers.
But in front of his teacher, the middle-aged man's attitude remained the same, as if he was still the apprentice in the past.
"Just as you said, the greatness of mankind lies in wisdom and creation."
"In the Bronze Age, humans regarded the extraordinary as the authority of God, but now it has spread all over the world.
"So nothing is absolute... Maybe one day in the future, the crown that reveals the mystery of eternal life will be worn on you."
"The crown of eternal life... hehe."
"Okay, Erwin, you know how difficult this is."
Smiling and shaking his head, the old man did not care about what his student said.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Before he really started the research, he also thought that he could succeed, but he lacked the opportunity to experiment.
But after he really started, he realized how small he was.
The gap between gods and humans is like a chasm, just like these twelve clock towers.
Only those who have participated in its construction like the old man know that their real strength has never been in themselves, but in the grace of God that covers this place.
[Mystery Lock] is a supreme miracle born under the will of God.
Its existence distorted the magic network and semi-permanently changed the rules of an area, or in other words, it is actually the distorted magic network itself.
The noble Lord of All Laws created it, created this creation that humans still cannot fully understand. Then, like throwing away garbage, he threw the authority to manage it to the humans of Silvermoon City.
From that day on, the construction schedule of the twelve towers began.
But in fact, in terms of the technology of building the towers themselves, I am afraid it is not as good as the great alchemist in Athens.
"...It's a pity that the young man didn't want to stay."
"Otherwise, with his talent, these problems that troubled us might not be able to stump him."
Thinking of this, the old man also felt a little regretful.
In his long life, the young man named Hermes was the most talented and creative person he had ever seen.
Before him, Silver Moon City only had 'rune science', 'material science', and 'potion science'.
After him, people began to analyze the world from another perspective, taking 'equivalent substitution' as the basis and using the perspective of 'alchemy' to explain the extraordinary.
"Are you talking about Hermes?"
His expression moved slightly. Standing behind the old man, Erwin looked a little unhappy when he heard the name.
Hermes, he remembered this guy.
Unlike Medea, this Athenian was not a descendant of gods and did not have any blood of gods in him.
So at the beginning, Erwin also had a great liking for Hermes.
But later...
he might have some skills, but he was too ignorant of being a person.
"Teacher, everyone has their own choices, and we made an exception to win him over."
"In the end, I even promised him that if he chose to stay, even if he didn't grow up in Silvermoon City, he would be the owner of a clock tower in the future... and even have the opportunity to study the secrets of eternity one day."
"It's impossible that he didn't know what I was talking about, but teacher, he still rejected me mercilessly."
"Forget it, it's the past."
The old man shook his head slightly. Although he still felt a little regretful about it, as he said, it was the past after all.
Moreover, sometimes he wondered if he had overestimated the other party.
The unknown is always the most attractive, so whenever he encountered difficulties in research before, the old man would inevitably wonder what would happen if the talented young man was here.
Especially as the other party's reputation became more and more famous, this regret became greater and greater.
But in the final analysis, it is difficult to judge a person's talent.
The genius who created alchemy may not have the same talent in other places.
Standing in front of the French window of the tower, the old man chatted with his student for a while.
As time went by, his expression could not hide his fatigue.
This was not physical fatigue, and it could not be changed by the power of the mortal world.
"Teacher, if you are tired, how about I go first..."
Noticing this scene, the middle-aged man was about to say goodbye.
However, at this moment, a bell suddenly rang.
Dingling... "Hmm?"
Hearing this crisp voice, the middle-aged man immediately stopped talking.
He took a half step back, and a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes.
"This is..."
"It's what you think." "
After years of hard work, we finally have some results."
"It's just that there are still too few finished products now... and the effect is much worse than expected."
He spoke calmly, but the old man who also heard the bell was actually alert.
With a flash of expectation in his eyes, he gently leaned on the ground with his cane.
It seemed like some kind of command. With a slight wave flashing, the ground of this room immediately opened a hole leading to an unknown place.
The next moment, a platform slowly floated from it.
There was not much on the platform. On the platform was a silver tray, and a golden liquid in a crystal bottle, which was like flowing sand, was placed there.
Dots of bright light flashed and floated in it, like a sky full of twinkling stars.
From time to time, a bubble floated in the flowing golden liquid, and it exploded at the surface of the liquid, like a mortal's broken dream.
Ta--
reaching out to pick up the gorgeous potion that was not like the world of the human world, the old man tapped the bottle mouth with his finger.
As if some kind of blockade had been lifted, the cork on the crystal bottle suddenly decayed, shattered, and finally turned into dust at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Its dust fell into the liquid medicine and instantly burned like a ignited flame.
Seeing this scene, the old man finally opened his mouth and drank the potion in the bottle.
Ta--
After a cup of tea, the crystal bottle was put back on the tray.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the platform carried it back to where it came from.
There was no earth-shattering vision, nor was there any sudden rejuvenation.
It was as normal as drinking a sip of water, and the old man did not change.
Only his previously turbid eyes became bright again, as if the dust of the past had been washed away.
Inadvertently, standing aside, Erwin's eyes brushed against the old man.
Just a glance, a feeling of spiritual pain came over his heart.
Slightly lowering his head, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged.
There is nothing strange about it. This is the real power of his teacher, and it is also the reason why he is so respectful to him.
On weekdays, in order to delay the decay of his soul as much as possible, the old man has long been accustomed to restraining his power.
Only at this time, he will reveal some of his former splendor.
"...What a perfect creation..."
Closing his eyes, the old man immersed himself in the feeling of a long drought and finally finding sweetness.
After a long time, when he opened his eyes again, the middle-aged man could no longer see the breathtaking light.
Obviously, the old man's grasp of his state has already reached the pinnacle.
In just a moment, he has become familiar with the new state.
"Haha, Erwin, don't worry."
"It's too rare, and you are still young."
"One day in the future, it will definitely be yours."
"It's just that our utilization efficiency of raw materials is too low, and it is still far from the quality we expected."
"I understand."
"Now, you must need it more than I do."
Nodding slowly, facing the old man, the middle-aged man didn't seem to care.
After all, as the other party said, he doesn't need this thing now.
"It's just that our progress has been stagnant for too long..."
Erwin looked embarrassed and helpless.
"It's just a single case, and there is no control... Our experiment has reached a bottleneck."
"Unless there is a sudden breakthrough, otherwise..."
"That's why Erwin asked you to prepare for this war, isn't it?"
He spoke lightly, holding his cane.
The old man turned around again and looked at the city under his feet.
In Silver Moon City, there was a bustling flow of people.
The church, wizards, gods, angels... They were all here.
As a tiny human being, the old man thought he had no ability to change the world's situation.
Going with the flow is his consistent principle.
No matter what happened, he was never the first one to propose it.
For example, he didn't ask to create a life box for Achilles, but he did participate in the construction and personally observed the immortal body soaked in the water of the Styx. For
example, he didn't encourage those clergymen who only had the majesty of the gods in their minds to ask for an explanation from the country in the west of the continent, but when the other party asked him about the attitude of the wizards, all his answers were supportive.
The old man himself did not comment on what these people did.
After all, in his opinion, splitting the soul means a defect in will, which is something he would never do.
And the majesty of the gods... Perhaps those priests have never asked the gods themselves whether they think the ownership of the sword affects his face.
But anyway, since others want to do it, he will not refuse.
Everyone gets what they want, there is no so-called loser.
But...
"Over the years, there is only one thing that I took the initiative to do."
"This may indeed be a risk, but where is the smooth road to eternity?"
The old man looked leisurely, and his eyes swept across a location in the city.
There, there was a blood and qi that frightened him, and three different auras.
Such a powerful demigod, and the taste of the belief in gods in the east of the continent... Unfortunately, he did not want to come into contact with the so-called power of the godhood.
This kind of thing that is obviously not natural is the last helpless choice. If there is any possibility, the old man does not want to be contaminated in advance.
Judging from the situation, the god from Olympus probably came for them.
There may be some secrets in it, but the old man is not interested.
Let the god with the terrible taboos leave with them. As long as it does not affect his fundamentals, the old man always stays away from these troublesome beings.
"Erwin, where is the wind god of Olympus?"
"Medea is in charge of this matter, and you know her attitude."
"The descendant of the gods said she would handle it, so I didn't bother to do anything, so as not to have a conflict with her."
There was some dissatisfaction in his tone. Obviously, the middle-aged man had been unhappy with Medea for a long time.
"You know, she is not only a wizard, but also a natural demigod..."
"Teacher, if the war breaks out as you said before..."
"Don't worry."
The old man raised his hand slowly to stop the middle-aged man's voice.
"Send them away first, as for Medea, don't take those little things to heart."
"People like her are unlikely to stand against us."
"As long as she is not an enemy, don't cause trouble for yourself."
"...Yes, teacher."
The middle-aged man agreed in a low voice.
"Okay, remember to distinguish what is important and what is not important."
The old man smiled and nodded, and said slowly.
"Go ahead. If you have nothing else to do, go find some 'materials'."
"[Stars]... His natural recovery is still too slow."
"Although we have achieved some results, I need more right now for the war in the near future."
His students are still young, but that's fine.
If the other party is really like himself, the old man may not be at ease.
"So you mean, in fact, the real name of this thing should be called [Artificial Magic Net]."
"And after this road failed, your appearance became their new hope?"
In the underground of the abandoned city, in the vast space.
Compared with before, the spirit of the God of Stars, who was bound by the pale silver net on the altar, was obviously much more stable.
Obviously, after a near-crazy venting, Astraeus seemed to be much easier to communicate with.
The long life and the vague influence of the priesthood are a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it makes the character of most gods difficult to change for thousands of years, and on the other hand, it makes their will as solid as a rock in an alternative way.
Even hundreds of years of imprisonment are not enough to turn a true god into a madman.
Of course, no matter what, Astraeus was still affected to some extent, so Zephyrus took this opportunity to ask.
He still had too many doubts about what happened here that were not answered.
Even for himself, he couldn't just leave without knowing the reason.
"...Yes."
"Zephyros, you were once a member of Mount Odilus, so you should have heard about Hecate."
Not only in spirit, but after a period of time, Astraeus seemed to have recovered from the damage caused by the forced impact on the barrier.
The recovery ability of the gods is so strong that although his body is still shriveled, the voice of the God of Stars has stabilized a lot.
"I know."
"It is said that at that time, Her Majesty Hecate was once considered to be an existence without a priesthood."
"Until the end of the era, she wove the magic net and became a true god of medium power."
"Later, with the help of the power of the magic net, countless beliefs gathered there."
"To this day, no one knows her true level."
Nodding, Zephyros was naturally clear about the existence of Hecate.
Looking at the silver grid in front of Astraeus, the God of West Wind also understood what the other party meant.
"You mean..."
"Yes!"
"These tiny bugs, lowly ants... they should be grateful for the gods' gift of being able to live in this world, but as inferior as they are, they still dream of becoming gods!"
"The goddess of the magic net kindly taught them the secrets of witchcraft, and the gods also used the power of the magic net to grant humans divine arts."
"They should be grateful for this, but after learning about the past of Her Majesty Hecate from somewhere, these humans had blasphemous thoughts and desires for eternity and immortality."
The voice was obviously suppressed with anger, but Astraeus no longer madly attacked the barrier in front of him.
He did this before, on the one hand, because his spirit had been oppressed for a long time, and he could not see the hope of self-harm.
On the other hand, he also hoped that his restored strength could be consumed in this way.
Although this behavior often brings severe pain, the God of Stars doesn't care. As long as he can make these humans feel uncomfortable, there is nothing he is unwilling to do.
But now that he sees hope, Astraeus will naturally no longer be so crazy.
"They got the news and started to verify it."
"Weaving the magic web, shaping the elements, and creating the inheritance of wizards, Her Highness Hecate did ascend to the throne of God."
"After confirming the truth of all this, these humans began to explore beyond eternity."
"They studied the magic web and tried to create similar creations."
"They tried to promote the progress of wizards and constantly create all kinds of new witchcraft."
"Of course, they all failed. After all, humans are so inferior, how can they understand the greatness of the gods."
"Although Her Highness Hecate was born without authority, it may just be hidden. Her immortal nature will not lie."
"In comparison, those low-level lives are just daydreaming no matter how hard they try."
Zephyros agreed with Astraeus's statement with a look of approval.
However, in his heart, the wind god was not sure of the other party's words.
These humans could not copy the path of the goddess of the magic web, and Zephyros had no objection to this.
But it could be that the magic web already existed, or it could be that they lacked some conditions.
As for whether it is true that only gods can gain authority by doing such things... no one can be sure except Hecate herself.
Of course, the wind god will not argue with others for such a thing.
He just pointed at the grid on Astraeus' body and asked.
"So this is what they made, something similar to the magic net, but different?"
"Not similar, but a poor imitation."
"Compared with the magic net that covers the world, it is a joke." He
sneered in a low voice. Although he was trapped here by it, Astraeus did not hesitate to mock it.
"I don't know what the real magic net looks like, but it is definitely not like this."
"It cannot gather elements and regulate rules. The only thing that can be called a function is to draw power from the outside world to maintain itself."
"Once the source of power disappears, it will collapse instantly. And if the infusion of power exceeds a limit, it will also be destroyed because it cannot bear it."
"This is what mortals call achievements... Haha, it is simply ridiculous to want to ascend to the throne of God with such a creation."
"You are right, it is indeed ridiculous." He
spoke again to express his agreement, and then the wind god was secretly alert in his heart.
Listening to Astraeus' explanation, Zephyrus felt that this [artificial magic net] was a 'powerful cage'.
Now, he probably understood why the other party couldn't get out.
Because every bit of divine power that the God of Stars recovered was either used to repair his body instinctively, or forcibly extracted by this artificial magic net.
The magic net itself is extremely powerful, and the goddess of the magic net is also a powerful existence.
This so-called 'artificial magic net' may be a joke in front of the real magic net, but it is very useful against gods in this state of Astraeus.
The divine power of the innate god is recovering every moment, so this 'artificial magic net' will not collapse due to loss of energy once it is born.
The God of Stars is in a state where most of his power will be used to repair himself, and the remaining power will never be able to break it.
So the cycle repeats, using the prisoner's own power to imprison himself, which is simply a genius idea...
Faintly, Zephyros feels that this may be more than that.
After all, it is just a simple consumption of divine power, and it is not necessary to use this so-called "artificial magic net".
The God of West Wind believes that even if it is just a poor imitation, it should not be easy for those humans to build it.
Then the question is, the elements are bound by the magic net and can be transformed into power driven by humans.
So when Astraeus's divine power flows into it, will the mortals of Silvermoon City be indifferent to it?
This is absolutely impossible, or they may also want to collect the divine power of the God of Stars.
The old way to become a god was confirmed to be unsuccessful, so it was used to achieve a new one...
And the divine power possessed by the gods may also be part of their research content.
"I understand, the realm of gods is not something that mortals can dream of, so later they set their sights on you, a living god."
Filled with righteous indignation, Zephyros asked again.
"Then these mortals should have returned empty-handed this time."
"After all, the power and immortality of the gods are innate. No matter how they explore, they will never achieve anything."
"..."
This time, Astraeus was silent for a moment.
Then he forced a smile, as if to express his affirmation.
"...Yes, Zephyrus, it's just as you think." "They thought they could succeed, but how is that possible?"
"They extracted my blood and fat, pried open my bones, and squeezed out the marrow inside..."
"But it's meaningless. The body of a god is both material and spiritual. Divinity and will flow in every inch of flesh and blood."
"And these lowly mortals can only marvel at the greatness of the gods. They can't even understand how the properties of matter and spirit can coexist in one object." "
Then, they arranged a primitive blood sacrifice for me, trying to use the tentacles of the 'artificial magic net' to sense why the gods could accept sacrifices."
"They thought that by understanding this process, they could analyze the origin of the birth of divine power, and then use their own way to sublimate their own magic power, or give birth to new 'divine power'."
"But they failed. They simply couldn't understand the nobility of God."
"The divine power of the gods is either innate or comes from the transformation of authority and essence."
"However, these ridiculous lives simply can't understand the form of the existence of the divine authority, and naturally it is even more impossible to observe the mechanism of its operation."
"Of course, they can only praise the greatness of the gods, and then despair of their own humbleness."
"..."
Reason told Zephyros that the specific process was probably not like this.
But the result should be correct, those humans have not made any breakthrough progress yet.
However, thinking about Astraeus's silence just now, the God of West Wind still asked tentatively.
"You are right, they can't understand the existence of God... But after all, so much time has passed, is it possible that they have also gained something?"
"..."
Silence again, after a while, Astraeus reluctantly spoke.
He didn't want to say more, but thinking carefully, when the gods destroy these humans in the future, his experience will probably be exposed to the public.
"Yes, they do."
Expressionless, the God of Stars said lightly.
"They forced me to mate with those lower life forms and then give birth to offspring."
"These blood sacrifices were also for this reason, because they gradually discovered that in my current state, if there is no blood sacrifice stimulation, it is difficult to leave a true descendant of God."
"Ah?"
Subconsciously took a step back, and Zephyros was shocked when he heard it.
At this moment, the God of West Wind felt his hair stand on end.
Although everything before was terrible, he thought he could actually bear it.
But what Zeferos heard now really chilled his heart.
The God of the West Wind still respected His Majesty the Sea King.
But in some ways, he felt that the God King was more reliable.
"This... So they are trying to cultivate powerful war weapons that can be controlled?"
Unknowingly, he might have many more brothers and sisters.
Zeferos still had to ask about this.
"No, they are not interested in it."
"Of course, maybe they made some by chance, but this is definitely not the main purpose."
"In fact, they started out just to explore the changes in the descendants of gods during the gestation process - the so-called embryo is a life that has not yet been born. They want to know the mechanism of the role of the blood of God in this process, as well as the secret of the longevity of some non-descendants of God."
"Hundred-armed giants, Cyclops, sea monsters, demons, and even evil things..."
"There are too many immortals in this world who are not gods. Even among themselves, there is a centaur who enjoys a long life in a non-god body."
"When these humans realized that it was impossible for them to ascend to heaven in one step and directly obtain the secret of becoming a god, they began to turn to the pursuit of eternal life first."
"And the specialness of the descendants of gods is the object of their research."
"And as far as I know, even among these humans who call themselves wizards, the descendants of gods of the same level have a lifespan far longer than ordinary people - haha, this is the embodiment of the dignity of the gods.
"No matter how hard mortals struggle, they cannot reach the nobility of the gods. "
Astraeus couldn't help cursing, as if he had finally found a place to be proud of.
However, hearing this, Zephyros' heart moved.
"Yes, even the descendants of gods are not what ordinary mortals can achieve... But then again, among this group of humans who entrapped you, are there any descendants of gods?"
"No."
Astraeus answered with certainty.
"Although they yearn for the eternity and power of God, they are also concerned about the power of God."
"According to their daily communication, there does seem to be a powerful wizard who is a descendant of gods here, but she is not in their group. In addition, there are several people who have close relationships with gods. The same is true." "
Obviously, although the descendants of gods are not gods, as long as they have the noble blood of gods, they will never be in the same boat with those ants. "
Ignoring the God of Stars' subsequent extra-drama, Zephyrus heaved a sigh of relief for some reason when he heard that no descendants of the gods were involved.
Well... that's good.
Without thinking too much, the God of the West Wind continued to ask:
"So Astraeus, did they succeed in the end?"
"... I don't know."
Unlike every affirmative answer before, this time, the God of Stars' answer became uncertain.
With his withered face gradually twisted, Astraeus said with difficulty.
"I don't know if they succeeded... but I hope not."
"You can't understand what these beings who blasphemed the gods - no, blasphemed life, did."
"Even the most sinful beings would not commit such a sin, these crazy humans... in order to understand the beginning of the birth of the descendants of the gods' blood, they did not hesitate to dig open the bodies of those embryos."
"I don't know what they did, or whether they succeeded, but they seemed to have found something from it."
"According to ancient texts, tracing back to the original myths, these humans called it [Life Residue], which means the remains of [Life Source Liquid] in the Earth Mother's Aquarius. "
The ancient gods used this to create all living things... and these humans use it to continue their sinful lives."
"...!"
Shocked and horrified, Zephyros was speechless after hearing this.
[Life Source Fluid]... It has long been integrated into everything in the world, driving the power of the ancient gods' artifacts day after day.
This kind of power is almost impossible to extract, but if it is stimulated by the blood of the gods, it is indeed possible to cause some changes under the influence of divine power.
The power derived from the original [life] authority allows the descendants of gods to have a stronger life essence.
As long as the barrier between gods and humans is not broken, even if they are both demigods, the descendants of gods will have a longer lifespan than mortals.
Although I don't know the specific technology, it undoubtedly sounds very logical.
But if we really take this opportunity to extract this power...
Zephyros didn't know what to say, he could only remain silent.
But for some reason, at this moment, the God of West Wind thought of the Supreme on Mount Olympus.
I wonder if the roles are reversed, if the eternal life and power are lost...
what will the unrestrained God King who overlooks the gods do?
"...I know."
After a long time, the God of Wind spoke.
At this moment, he could only express his only sympathy to the gods in front of him who were connected by blood.
Most of the confusion has been solved, although the truth is so shocking to the God of the West Wind.
The creatures born after birth raised the butcher knife against their creator.
And not only did they do it, they even succeeded.
His mind was a little dazed for a while. Having lived through two eras, Zeferos thought he had experienced a lot.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the active golden humans on the earth, and they were so pious and kind at that time.
He had also seen the cunning and lies of the silver humans, but in contrast, their power was as small as dust.
As for the bronze humans, they were just tools for the gods to verify their beliefs.
When the tools began to be used for private purposes and even deceived their masters, recasting was their only end.
Millions of years have passed, and the past has been buried in history.
In this corner of the continent, the relationship between humans and gods has quietly exchanged.
"They will not succeed, all the gods in heaven and on earth are witnesses."
"Even if the laws of the world have grown tired of the gods' willfulness and have imposed their supreme power on the human world, this era still belongs to the gods after all."
"Asterius, it won't be long. All the suffering you have endured over the years will eventually return to those humans."
"Every drop of blood you lose will never be shed in vain."
Zephyros promised in a low voice with a heavy tone.
In just one or two thousand years, these humans have already achieved this step.
If they were allowed to obtain eternal life again, I'm afraid the entire Olympus would not be at peace.
These wizards... they are a threat to both gods and humans.
One day, if they have enough power, even the goddess of the magic net who gave them the ability to cast spells may no longer be noble in the eyes of these lunatics.
If he were the god of the magic net... Zephyros had no doubt that even if he would not prohibit the casting of spells for his own beliefs and interests, he would definitely impose heavy shackles on these lawless spellcasters just like he restricted the gods in the world.
After all, even those Silvermoon City clergy who called the Olympian gods "false gods" seemed much more pleasing to the eye at this moment.
In the final analysis, no matter how conceited they were, those humans at least acknowledged the dignity and greatness of the gods, as well as their nature that was beyond mortals.
Calling them false gods or angels was just a division of levels within the gods, but they did not think they could stand shoulder to shoulder with them.
As for this point, except for the God King on the sacred mountain, I am afraid that few gods would care about being demoted to a status below the ancient gods of creation.
"...That's good..."
On the central altar of the underground space, the God of Stars sighed at the words of the God of West Wind.
At this point, he could only pin his hopes on others.
Across half of the underground space, Zephyros asked some more details, and Astraeus answered them one by one.
Until everything was roughly understood, when the God of West Wind was finally ready to leave, the God of Stars suddenly asked as if he remembered something.
"Zephyros... you should leave, but before that, I have a question for you."
"Now you are the main god of Olympus, but you have been walking in the outside world for many years. I wonder if you have ever heard of a human named Hermes?"
"Hermes?"
Zephyros was slightly stunned. Hearing this name, his heart tightened.
Of course he had heard of Hermes. Not to mention the past, in many books he had read recently, this is a name that cannot be avoided in the history of witchcraft.
"I have heard of him, a famous human... How come he is also involved in your affairs?"
Hermes, another big trouble.
You know, in Silver Moon City, although the goddess of the magic net created the mystery lock, she actually prefers to stay in the starry sky.
The goddess of the wilderness only likes wildness and nature. She rarely sets foot in this city, but Athens is different.
As the sanctuary of the goddess of wisdom in the world, except for the past two or three hundred years, the goddess often appeared in Athens in the early years.
Even to this day, the artifact that symbolizes her is still hanging on the top of the city of Athens.
In this case, if the great alchemist of Athens also created such a bloody experiment, then the possibility that Athena knew nothing about it was almost zero.
"No, he has nothing to do with this."
Shaking his head slightly, Astraeus didn't know what the God of West Wind was thinking. He just recalled the beginning of his fall to today.
That day... If he had stayed in the astral world honestly, how could he have ended up like this?
"Zephyros, I just have some regrets."
"I was not in the world when the Typhon disaster broke out."
"But on that day, I sensed the call from the star god."
"Some of my descendants who fell to the earth and fell into eternal sleep were awakened... But the person who awakened him did not give him freedom."
"That's why I left the astral world."
The voice was low and gradually inaudible.
The God of Stars did not say anything more about the following content, but combined with some of the content he had said before, Zephyros probably knew the result.
That day, Astraeus fell from the sky.
As a god, he arrogantly ordered Hermes to return the star god he had awakened, and ordered him to offer a way to find the eternally sleeping star god.
If he did not obey, the god of the stars would punish him terribly.
The blunt orders and the condescending attitude all showed the arrogance of the Titans.
Then, obviously, what greeted Astraeus was only ridicule and teasing from Hermes.
If Hermes had become accustomed to the life in the human world after hundreds of years and had become much more stable, he was not so easy to talk to after just coming to the "real world".
In other tracks, there were almost no gods that this famous thief god dared not to provoke, and Astraeus was obviously not among these taboos. So after being ridiculed, the angry God of Stars had no choice but to return to the starry sky.
As a result, halfway through, Typhon fell. Part of its supreme power was transferred to the God King under the effect of the One Day Fruit, and the other part evolved into thousands of demons.
Astraeus happened to bump into the ancient star, [Ancient Evil·Death Omen Star], which had just been born and was corrupted by the flesh and blood of the King of All Demons.
After a battle, Astraeus, who was afraid of being corrupted like the Sun God, ran away after exhausting his strength.
He finally fell from the sky and fell into a lake similar to his name.
From that day on, this Astraeus stayed here and became a God of Stars who fell into the Falling Star Lake.
"Huh..."
"Zeferos, just come to the world once, who would have thought that he would pay such a price..."
The smile was bitter, but gradually, I don't know what he thought of, and the hideousness and distortion climbed onto Astraeus' face again.
Hope is just a corner, Zeferos is also leaving.
And I can only continue to endure this inhuman torture.
"...Zeferos...it's time for you to leave...the longer you stay, the greater the risk..."
"Go...go...
" "But Zeferos, you have to remember!"
"You will never, ever...never!"
"Never, ever trust humans!"
"..."
The voice was shrill and hoarse, and the pale silver grid fluctuated.
Standing on the platform at the exit of the corridor, looking at the almost insane God of Stars, Zeferos was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.
Whether he agreed or not, he should comfort Astraeus' emotions.
Whether humans are only lies, he doesn't need to argue with the God of Stars at this moment.
As for the future, let's talk about it after Astraeus is rescued.
...
flutter...
swish -
in the north of Silver Moon City, there is a deserted city that no one approaches.
The light grey sparrow flapped its wings and flew through the low sky, returning along the original route, trying to repair the damage on the ground, and the God of West Wind flew out from this uninhabited place.
It did not stop on the way, until there were more and more people around, the sparrow finally stopped by the roadside.
There was no obvious movement in the magic network, and with the identity of these human custodians. If they modified the operating status of the maze, it would never be so silent.
After observing secretly for a long time, until After confirming that there were no special changes in Silvermoon City, Zephyros finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Well... although with his unparalleled stealth skills, these mortals should not find out that he has sneaked into their forbidden areas, but there are always exceptions.
Just like before, when he was underground, he accidentally got agitated and Astraeus revealed his whereabouts.
So if he is discovered by someone, the God of the West Wind will be ready to escape by force.
After all, after the underground trip, Zephyros's fear of this city has increased exponentially.
"Fortunately, there is no problem."
"Sure enough, these mortals alone can't find my traces. "
Nodding secretly, Zephyros gave himself a full score in his heart.
Although he had never gotten such a score in an exam, it did not affect his excellent practical ability.
Continuing to fly, Zephyros flew towards the more crowded places in the city.
This trip was considered a complete success, and the next step was to figure out how to retire.
"I also didn't expect that this city would secretly hide such a sin..."
"Oh, that's right."
"Every place looks glorious and great on the surface...Except for me, a close minister of the God King, even the Queen of Heaven, how would she know what His Majesty has done."
"The countless bones of Olympia, except for me, probably only God knows. " He
shook his head slightly. At this moment, the right thing to do is to find Hercules as soon as possible.
Zephyrus didn't want to stay in this city anymore.
Maybe there are other secrets here, but they have nothing to do with him.
After he arranges the next stage of tasks for the great hero, the God of West Wind will return to Mount Olympus immediately.
By then, in front of the power of the King of Gods and the gods, the little secrets of mortals will be like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.
But when things got to this point, Zephyrus once again embarrassedly discovered a problem.
"...So..."
"Since there was a mistake with my mark, it didn't stay on Hercules, but appeared on a sacrifice that was unlucky."
"Then here comes the question."
"Since he is not here, where is the real Hercules? Or in other words, has he really been to Silvermoon City?"
His face was a little ugly. During the flight, Zephyros gradually realized the key to the problem.
After many hardships and twists and turns, he finally entered the Silver Moon City.
However, when he finally had time to look for Hercules, he found that his locator had gone to the wrong place.
His eyes went dark, and the God of the West Wind was speechless for a moment.
Damn it, so what on earth was he doing here.
If Hercules didn't come to Silver Moon City at all, then was he secretly wondering why the god who guided him suddenly disappeared?
"It's really troublesome... I don't know where I can find-"
"Huh?!"
Feeling irritable, the gray sparrow landed on a ginkgo tree. The wings flapped casually, knocking a leaf off the treetop.
The scattered leaves floated in the air and landed accurately on the head of a passerby.
Without paying attention to this little thing, Zephyros observed the surrounding position and prepared to get up again.
However, at the moment he jumped up, he inadvertently lowered his head, causing the body of the God of West Wind to stiffen for a moment.
"?"
Pah--
he forgot that he was flying with the body of a bird instead of his own power, and in the instant of eye contact, the momentum released by the other party subconsciously made the God of West Wind unable to react.
The momentum was released and then retracted, and although it was only a moment of stagnation, Zeferos, who did not dare to use his own power, still fell straight to the ground and fell in front of the person under the tree. The scene
was a little awkward for a while, but at this moment, the God of West Wind was only surprised. He never thought that the person he had been looking for all the way would appear at his feet so gorgeously. Overjoyed, Zeferos did not care about so much, and the sparrow he turned into quickly stood up and flew back to the branch. It was easy to find the person. Although it was a bit embarrassing when he appeared, fortunately the other party could not recognize his true face. Next, just follow him and leave together when he leaves the city. Finally relaxed, Zephyrus felt that today was a double blessing. He had uncovered the human conspiracy and found the person he was looking for. Immersed in the unexpected surprise, the God of the West Wind hid his figure in the leaves. Now, he could start preparing to go back. ······ "This..." "Sir Ande, did you see it just now?" In the second ring area of the outer city, north of Silver Moon City. Under the tall ginkgo tree, the hero reached out to take the leaves that fell on his head. He restrained the idea of looking up and did not speak directly. Putting on a look of nothing happening, Hercules asked in his heart. He easily entered Silver Moon City. The hero who came here for the first time had never seen a similar city. Clothing, architecture, crystal screens playing images, and a dazzling array of alchemical creations. Everything he saw opened Hercules' eyes, and he became more and more convinced that he could find what he wanted here. It was just that he had just found a temporary residence and came out to take a breath when he encountered the scene in front of him. On this tree, on this ordinary roadside, in such a city that is out of tune with the continental countries, a god inexplicably fell down, and just fell in front of him. Although he flew away again immediately, Hercules was still a little puzzled. Since returning, the hero has thought about the whereabouts of the god of the west wind more than once, and once doubted his purpose. But he has never underestimated the power of the gods. However, the scene just now was obviously a little abnormal... Fortunately, I am not the only one who saw it. Right on his body, Hercules has someone to communicate with. "This..." "..." "Wait a minute, let me think about it first." The voice sounded in his mind. At this moment, the puppet holding a transparent lens in the pocket on the chest of the hero was also a little speechless. In fact, he was also startled by the sudden appearance of Zephyrus just now. He thought his existence was discovered and the other party was ambushing him. Just a little bit, Ander couldn't help but take action. "...No." "...So that's it, I know - Hercules, this is not an illusion, but the effect of your spoils." After thinking for a moment, the experienced God of Drama came back to his senses from the astonishment. After a while, he understood the whole story. Hugging the lens that was almost as big as his body, a trace of laughter and tears appeared on the puppet's stiff face. Zephyrus, the god of the west wind... He should have been in a state of changing his form just now. His actual appearance just now should not be a person, but something else. After all, the body of a true god is a form of matter and energy coexisting. Their "true appearance" is certainly more in line with their own will, but that is considered from the perspective of the use of power. When changing into other appearances, there is no flaw from a purely material perspective. If the gods restrain their divine power again, ordinary means will no longer be able to detect their changes... But unfortunately, since the voyage, Hercules now has "unusual" means of observation. Since ancient times, in the world of Chaos, whether in the wilderness or in the sea, there are often many demons or monsters with their own unique powers. Starting from the giants in ancient times, to the many sea monsters born by the father of all monsters, or the demons born later. Their own power may not be able to fight against the gods, but because they were born in accordance with certain special rules. In the field they are good at, just like Achilles' immortality from the source of the Styx, these beings have powerful abilities that cannot be cracked like gods using authority. The Sphinx with a lion's body and a human's face, as long as you can't solve his problem, no one can resist the "order" he created. No matter how powerful the gods are, they can't do anything to it unless they exceed a certain limit. The nine-headed Hydra, its life is endless.
Even if they were defeated by Hercules, they were just suppressed.
Of course, such demons are extremely rare, and the birth of each of them is a miracle of fate.
The innate power they possess is an extremely rare treasure.
In the hands of a few specific gods, they are enough to be used as the main material to cast a real artifact, or to greatly improve the power of a certain artifact.
Medusa's petrification power is like this, it strengthens the power of the Aegis Shield.
And coincidentally, Hercules also got the same treasure during this trip to the East China Sea.
"Hercules, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the effect of the 'Eye of the Caucasian Condor'."
"It can see through the falsehood and see through the truth. With it... almost nothing can be hidden in front of you."
"Of course, this kind of insight is limited, and I can't judge its strength. But at least some methods of transformation probably don't work in front of it."
Holding the lens, Ander explained.
"The eye of the Caucasian Eagle... I see."
He reached out his hand and took out the crystal-like Eagle Eye from his pocket. The great hero had used it before.
But Hercules always thought it was a tool that could allow people to see farther, so he didn't take it seriously.
Because it was not used many times, it was inevitable that there were some omissions.
As a result, this eye that contained the power of the Eagle was only partially produced just now. It allowed Hercules and Ander to see the true form of Zephyros, but not his transformed form.
"Sir Ander, what do you think I should do?"
His eyes flashed, and he had made a decision in his heart.
But in this matter, Hercules still asked for the other party's opinion.
"If it were me, I would just pretend that I didn't see him."
"What a coincidence, you can actually bump into him here."
It was a bit funny, and the puppet couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
Over the years, he had indirectly dealt with the gods of Olympus, and there had been some conflicts during their interactions.
But for someone like Zephyros, it was really difficult for him to feel hostile.
······
Squeaky——
Inside the building that provides temporary rest for outsiders, the remote side door slowly opened.
The shadows on the ground intertwined, and in this corner that few people noticed, Amon walked out alone.
It was completely different from the world of Hemenu, no matter where it was.
Following those conspicuous guys into the city, there was no doubt that he should be the one with the least sense of existence.
With a smile on his lips, Amon looked up at the high tower in the sky, and then looked at the hard-to-see place in the city.
He didn't wait for the "kind" god who left the mark to make a move-in fact, Amon himself didn't know where the god's mark that he had transferred went.
But anyway, he still came in.
With the gods who were traveling with him to cover him, Amon asked himself that even if the barrier covering Silver Moon City had some special abilities that he didn't know about, he shouldn't be able to find out what was different about him.
Among the group of people, he was the most ordinary and the least noticeable.
Then, he can...
"Tsk, it's not easy, I finally waited for you to come out."
"I remember... your name is Amon, right?"
"..."
The smile on the corner of his mouth remained, but it was a little stiff.
Amon turned around and looked at the place where the voice came from.
In terms of strength alone, he is indeed very weak now. Maybe the person who came to him silently is definitely not an ordinary character.
As far as the eye can see, the black-haired witch is sitting on the wall.
As if she is looking at some rare animal, her bright eyes are fixed on Amon.
"Madam, did you find the wrong person?"
Putting on an innocent and sunny smile, Amon tried to get away with it.
"No, I found you."
"I can't help it, but you are the weakest one in your group."
Medea spread her hands and said that she was helpless.
He let the wind god of Olympus go before, and he would probably go to find the person he had been looking for.
The witch didn't think he could cause any other trouble, so she simply didn't follow him.
Logically speaking, Medea's mission would be over after they left.
But after thinking it over, the witch still couldn't suppress her curiosity.
"Don't be afraid, I don't plan to do anything to you, I'm just interested in your origins."
"Don't worry, it's just for a moment, you won't remember that I've been here, just think of it as a sleep, how about it?"
"..."
If this place is not the base camp of the ancient foreign gods, even if he has almost no strength at the moment, Amon asked himself that he would have a hundred ways to get rid of this woman.
But after glancing at the cathedral vaguely visible in the distance, Amon did nothing.
He just remembered what happened today for the time being.
A wizard from Silvermoon City, right...
There was a hint of danger in his eyes, and Amon knew that his infiltration might not be possible.