From today, the [Emerald Ring] Alchemy Organization finally has a real Emerald Ring, although it is just a projected fake.
The weak divinity is beating actively in Hermes' body, absorbing the power from flesh and blood and spirit.
After two attempts, one successful and one failed, Hermes decided to conduct his last experiment.
Although the summoning of the World Destroyer failed, the great alchemist obtained valuable information.
The summoning of the [Gold Ring] was successful, which means that he will soon move faster and more steadily in the field of alchemy.
So in the eyes of Hermes at the moment, the problem he needs to solve is very clear.
Whether it is the threat of the World Destroyer, the Lord of Hell whose specific intentions are unknown, or any other problem.
The simplest and most difficult way to solve them is to improve one's own strength.
Internally, or externally.
However, the [Gate of Truth] was not built in a day, so Hermes can only choose to think of a solution from external objects.
It just so happens that the Philosopher's Stone has a solution to the problem. As long as he can summon a projection of a great divine power, even if his own power is still very weak, he can walk sideways in the world.
After all, no matter how weak the great divine power is, there is an insurmountable gap between it and the true god.
Just like the Lord of the Nine Hells when Hell was just born, and Zeus, whose status was incomplete before the twelve main gods returned.
Although the authority of 30% is not great, it is still a qualitative change.
So with a flickering look in his eyes, Hermes rubbed the Philosopher's Stone on the ring for the third time.
The halo scattered and rose and fell around the great alchemist.
Perhaps because the source of creation that supports the evolution of the virtual world is very scarce, Hermes did not find the options of the Lord of Darkness and the God of Night among the projections that the Philosopher's Stone can summon.
Including Gaia, the mother of the earth, these primitive gods exist in the world more as a "legend".
They have no entity, or the world is their theoretical entity.
The gods also knew that they existed, but no one had ever seen them.
Among these great ones, only the God King was an exception, after all, they were too closely connected to the world.
So at this moment, Hermes could only choose one person.
"Come out... the great Lord of the Gods, the King of Kings, and the ancestor of my bloodline..."
"Come to the real world... fight for me..."
He whispered, just like he had summoned the Destroyer before, and Hermes' power continued to be injected into the [Philosopher's Stone].
However, the artifact was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up his power endlessly.
Until a certain moment, as if crossing an invisible boundary, in front of Hermes, the hazy halo gradually gathered into one.
A tall and majestic figure stepped out of it, and around him, chains extended from the void, but they dared not approach his body.
This was the order of the law being afraid of his power, even if he only had incomplete power and less than one-third of the authority... But because he had never truly demonstrated his great power, the chain of order could only sway in the air.
In an instant, horror and ecstasy surged onto his face at the same time.
Although this was exactly what Hermes did himself, he was still extremely surprised when he really succeeded.
The power did not increase. The body of the figure in front of him was still supported by the power injected by Hermes.
But in front of that vast and transcendent person, the gravel seemed to have turned into gold.
"Is this feeling... the great divine power?"
He took a deep breath. Since the days when the goddess of fate came to him, only now did Hermes feel safe.
There is 'quality' but no 'quantity'?
It doesn't matter. As the only alchemist in the world, Hermes has ten thousand ways to create god-level energy.
All he needs is an existence that can transform energy into divine power.
And now, this existence is right in front of him.
He is the king of the gods... Uranus.
"Hahahahaha..."
"Ah... my most respectable great-grandfather."
"You are the master of the sky and the king of all creatures and spirits."
"The gods arose because of you, and the throne was born because of you."
"Your figure shines brighter than the sun in the sky, and your power is more infinite than the vast earth."
"Praise you, my great-grandfather - I, Hermes, especially praise your greatest merit."
"After all, you are both the king of gods and a truly great man, and when you could really take that step, whether in the illusory world or in the real Chaos, you have already failed, and then fell into eternal sleep..."
Hermes couldn't help laughing as he chanted the verses praising the Father in a hymn tone.
That's right, the Lord of the Sky, the first king of gods, this is the illusion he summoned.
The great power that the [Philosopher's Stone] can summon can only be summoned by the king of gods, so does he have to choose Zeus himself?
Don't be ridiculous.
Perhaps mortals on earth would have this idea, but Hermes would never be so shallow.
After all, the great alchemist knew very well that Zeus' power was so closely related to his throne.
In contrast, he was only a god who wielded thunder.
So no one knew that if Hermes chose Zeus, he would summon the one with 30% of the power and symbol of the God King, or Zeus, the pure God of Thunder.
In addition, there was the most crucial point.
No one knew whether summoning a great divine power in the world would attract the attention of its master.
If Zeus had a sense of it, Hermes, who had just cooperated with the enemy of the God King to kill the goddess of fate, would be dead.
In this case, Hermes naturally knew to avoid danger.
Excluding Zeus, the second generation of God King seemed to be an option. However, there was no need to think too much, this was another big pit.
In the virtual world, Kronos, the King of Time and Space, did not set foot on the great divine power in the end.
But in the real world, this is a genuine god above gods.
Although he has disappeared, disappearance is not imprisonment or eternal sleep.
As for the great power that controls [time] and [space], Hermes does not think he can escape the pursuit of the other party.
So excluding the above two options, the first generation of God King is the best choice.
In the first era, [Sky] and [Fatherhood] were just born, and they have not yet expanded to the point of having complete symbols.
Even if the power of the first generation of God King is used to unify the three, Uranus is only a true god with supreme power.
But with the sleep of the Father, time passes, in the third era of the virtual world and the second era of the real world, both have already completed their own qualitative changes.
It's just that Uranus has not awakened yet, so the world is still calm.
In this way, whether the projection that calls for the great power will be connected with the corresponding existence, Hermes does not need to worry.
Because even if there is, the eternally sleeping sky master has no time to trouble him. After waiting for a while, it turned out that nothing special happened as he thought.
His third summoning gave Hermes a perfect result again.
With the protection of the Lord of the Sky, he could finally deal with the believers of Hell with confidence.
"Equal help is called help, and unequal help is either charity or money to buy life."
"Although my life is not worth much in their eyes, I still value it very much."
Smiling and shaking his head, Hermes tried to give an order to the projection of the Lord of the Sky.
The next moment, the tall figure flew into the sky and merged into the sky above the head of the great alchemist.
The real Uranus was hanging at the end of the sky, and Hermes didn't want to try to project what would happen when he met the eternally sleeping original.
He just wanted the old master to protect himself, instead of trying to wake him up and get himself into big trouble.
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Above the sky, the end of the sky.
Since Kronos cut off the limbs of the Father with a sickle long ago, the sky of Chaos has fallen into eternal peace.
In addition to the primitive gods who coexisted with the world, this oldest god in the world has almost all the characteristics of men in the wild period.
He is tall and mighty, with strong desires and unparalleled divine power.
He is cruel and cold, so much so that his wife and children are afraid of him.
He is also proud and straightforward. No one is worth hiding from him, and no one is worth retreating from.
He does not need etiquette and civilization, because the wild era does not need these.
He only needs absolute power and absolute authority to rule everything.
From this point of view, even if people in later generations look back and face this ancient history, they actually find it difficult to truly understand whether it is right or wrong.
Because in the wild and chaotic wilderness, humans are surrounded by enemies, and perhaps such patriarchy is the guarantee of safety and life.
Even if someone can stand with Uranus to face an enemy that is difficult to fight, then perhaps the cruelty of the god will be his greatest reliance.
This oldest king will only laugh and step forward, fighting with the so-called enemy until the last moment of his life.
As for whether you will help or flee, he probably won't even look at you, and what greets you is at most a sneer.
Unfortunately, Chaos is the era of the Age of Gods after all.
The gods have no external enemies, they are enemies of each other.
The gods of heaven and earth have no opponents, and the whole world is just their home.
So until the moment before eternal sleep, the father of heaven can only release his endless tyranny to his children.
If he can't show it to his opponents, then he can only show it to his descendants.
And when he fell asleep, out of fear of the most ancient god king, no one dared to mention his name, and everything on earth had nothing to do with him from then on.
In this way, time kept passing, and thousands of years passed on the earth.
In the sky, in the curve of time, the sleeping gods have spent thousands of times more years.
However, time has no meaning to the gods of heaven. Over the past tens of millions of years, there have been only a few movements that almost woke up the master of the sky from his slumber.
The most recent one was due to the changes in the sea, but under the power of the Lord of Darkness, the gods of heaven returned to his slumber.
But this time, it seemed a little different...
"Huh..."
"...I..."
The indescribable will was struggling and shaking, and the boundless sky seemed to have come to life at this moment.
Although something was still missing, as one world after another was damaged and integrated, the [patriarchy] that was originally equal to each other and even regained the upper hand with the arrival of the Third Era seemed no longer so absolute.
The deepest sleep seemed to be coming to an end, and the vast and infinite power was ready to go.
On Mount Olympus, an inexplicable palpitation surged into the heart of the God King, making him subconsciously hold his scepter and scan the entire world with his eyes.
But at this moment, the accumulated undercurrent suddenly stopped again.
Once the eternal sleep is entered, it is difficult to wake up again, and the supreme will is just a tiny corner that has escaped the collision of theocracy.
The stimulation from the human world is like the last straw that broke the camel's back, leading him to wake up from his sleep.
But then in the next moment, this weak will seemed to be attracted by something else.
It was still the beacon from the human world, but it was different from every time before. This time, it was persistent and constant.
Even vaguely, along the invisible connection, information began to be transmitted back to the sky.
There was a calm sea, busy mortals, novel artifacts, civilization and wisdom.
The eyes of the god of heaven had not yet opened, but at this moment he seemed to have gained another pair of eyes to observe the long-lost human world on his behalf.
The originally active will settled down, and it was no longer so eager to "wake up".
If it was the real master of the sky, this scene would never happen.
Because the god of heaven would never be satisfied with this, everything in the world belongs to him.
However, at this moment, the will of the god of heaven was still dull, and only the most marginal point had a sign of awakening.
So after receiving the external information, it seemed to be comforted and became calm again.
In the short term, this is a good thing.
A major disaster was temporarily avoided, and the palpitations of the God King on the sacred mountain disappeared without a trace.
Except for the giant god who felt the momentary shaking of the sky, no one noticed anything wrong.
But if time is extended, the information from the outside world will slowly stimulate the dormant will, and even accelerate his understanding of the new era when he wakes up.
But whether it is good or bad, everything has obviously become an established fact.
The initiator of all this does not know what happened yet, only time continues to flow.
At the same time, in the distant void, on the grave of the broken world, the incomparably grand will fluctuated.
He looked at the fragments of the world, where everything was the same as before.
"...He...
"...Faster..."
No one responded, but the speed at which the endless primordial water shrank was indeed a little faster than it could be detected.
However, there were no spectators in the void, it was filled with darkness and coldness.
Other than that, there is only one God.
Nine Hells, atrium.
Two suns hang in the sky, and the shadow of the sky island is reflected on the ground.
In the basin in the center of the interface, the sapling has grown into a towering tree.
Like the world tree Yggdrasil, three thick roots extend out, one is inserted into the sacred spring under the tree, and the remaining two reach the third and seventh layers of hell.
Six branches are inserted into the void and disappear, and the remaining three are hanging from the crown.
Occasionally, a few green fruits can be found on it, but they are not yet ripe, just hidden between the leaves.
The sacred tree Nordrassil is rooted in the central axis of the Nine Hells.
In addition to the roots inserted into the sacred spring, the other two roots are densely covered with blood-colored veins.
They are like living beings that keep beating, and dark red juice flows back to the trunk every moment.
Chaos, sin, filth... Countless negative emotions are mixed with disorderly forces, and they even instinctively try to pollute this sacred tree that runs through the realm.
But when these juices follow the roots to the tree stump, another completely opposite force has been waiting for a long time.
The Fountain of Leonor, the Urd Fountain of the Nine Realms is its predecessor.
The third root of Nordrassil has been sipping its spring water, absorbing the vitality and purification of the divine power.
The essence of the divine spring goes straight up along the third root, and the milky white liquid and the dark red blood meet at the stump.
The filth gradually settles, and the pure bits rise.
These energies containing a little bit of extreme source power go all the way up, nourishing the growth of the entire sacred tree.
After the last condensation of the sacred tree itself, these weak source powers are affected by the characteristics of the world tree.
It becomes more suitable for the realm to absorb, and then flows to the other side of the void along the growing branches.
It is like a machine that purifies filth, or an organ that produces nutrients for the world.
The sacred tree that once soaked in the water of the Well of Samsara became the midpoint of the Nine Hells cycle, bringing new power to this world drifting in the abyss.
The body was entrenched at the edge of the world, and the eyes of the ancient snake were quietly watching everything that happened in the atrium. Everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him.
In front of him, this scene had been happening for a long time.
However, it was precisely because of the existence of this cycle that the two monarchs in the Nine Hells finally gradually stabilized their own power.
"...World Tree..."
"...It is really a miracle of creation..."
The grand idea floated in the air. From an objective point of view, although the opening of the Nine Hells was indeed a great idea, Tartarus's power was also vast and profound enough.
But from the beginning, it was very difficult to support two great powers with only the power of hell before.
In this, Asmodeus relied on his identity as the authentic Lord of Hell to barely cross this line, and the snake in the atrium even borrowed the power of many sacred trees.
After all, no matter what, as the former world tree of the Nine Realms, it was also the only plant that Ryan had seen that reached the realm of great divine power. Yggdrasil had extraordinary ability to stabilize the world.
It was with its help that only three layers of hell maintained the power of spiritual evil.
However, this state is ultimately dangerous, just like Gaia who almost fell into the realm or Zeus whose rituals were not complete. Although they were invincible in front of the weak, they had no chance of winning in front of the strong. It was not
until the establishment of the [Shura Field] that the Nine Hells finally got back on track.
Endless wars, endless bloodshed.
Although the enemy is numerous and we are few, compared to the chaos of the abyss creatures, the devils of hell do have a great advantage.
In this process, every victory in the war not only strengthened the power of the winner, but also represented a subtle reversal between the two interfaces.
Moreover, compared to the rewards given to the winners by the rules of the [Shura Field], hell has another way to utilize waste.
That is to drag the corpses of the demons to the place where the roots of Nordrassil are located, and pile up the bones into a mountain.
The devils use grand blood sacrifices to sacrifice their lords, and then the power of the blood sacrifice will follow the roots of the sacred tree to the atrium, and after being purified by the [Spring of Leonor] and refined by Nordrassil, it will become nutrients that nourish the world.
The initiator of the sacrifice is subordinate to which lord, and the object of their sacrifice is that lord. Under the effect of the true name, these refined powers will also belong to that lord, and be used to strengthen his own territory.
Therefore, demons with outstanding achievements will be promoted and rewarded, and those with insufficient abilities will be demoted and punished.
Nordrassil can draw some energy from it, use it to grow itself and multiply leaves, and become the cornerstone of the devil's contract.
In the end, the lord who receives the sacrifice can enhance the power of the interface he controls, and in the final analysis, the growth of these interfaces is just adding bricks and tiles to the overall growth of the Nine Hells.
They will eventually become part of the power of the two monarchs, and then further resist the power of the abyss.
Accumulated soil makes a mountain, and accumulated water makes an abyss.
Under the unique time flow rate of the abyss, a long time has already passed in the Nine Hells.
It is precisely because of the benefits obtained from it that the ancient snake has the leisure to show its power in the material world.
"Hehe... Poseidon, you can't stay here for much longer."
"Before you leave, don't you plan to say something?"
"Use your poor brain, not your useless muscles. Maybe I'll let you go in a flash of inspiration."
In the sky of the atrium, the malice in the playful tone almost overflowed from the pupils.
The 'sun' in the sky shone on the crown of Nordrassil, where a disheveled figure was pierced through the spinal cord by the branches of the sacred tree.
The long blue hair spread out, covering Poseidon's hideous face.
However, after hearing this voice, the response of the sea king was only to curse.
"Shut up, monster!"
"The son of the world will not succumb to you twisted lackeys, I, the Lord of the Sea, will never obey you crazy monsters!"
Poseidon was full of energy. Obviously, he looked miserable, but he had not been tortured since he was captured and brought to hell.
At least compared with the god of stars Astraeus, his treatment at the moment can be said to be quite good.
However, Poseidon obviously did not realize his luck. Although the gap in strength was as huge as heaven and earth, the Sea King never stopped struggling.
Well... it seems that there is a little deviation from Poseidon's usual character. At least the Serpent of the Courtyard remembered very clearly that at the end of the Second Age, the other party was not so fearless when facing his "father".
So after a little probing, the ancient snake soon knew the reason due to the other party's very limited intelligence.
In Poseidon's eyes, he seemed to regard hell as an existence similar to the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood]. And a long time ago, when Ryan destroyed that illusory world, the God King seemed to have received some information and gave a seemingly plausible prophecy.
"Be careful of outsiders" - there is only a fragmentary sentence, but there is no specific existence.
Before, since the death of Typhon, because of the peace that has always been there, the gods have long forgotten it.
But as Poseidon came to hell in person, he seemed to believe that what Zeus said was probably related to the giant snake in front of him.
After all, the things created by the power of the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] are more powerful than each other, and none of them are human-shaped.
After witnessing the fall of the sun god, Poseidon, who considered himself a member of the gods "the son of the world", was forced to raise his fighting spirit.
After all, the end of surrender was only erosion, and with Poseidon's personality, he might as well curse him out. "Heh, Lord of the Sea."
"Lord of the Sea who can only sow seeds, the only sea area he rules was given to him by others under the pressure of Zeus."
"Compared to your brother, you are also a waste."
Not caring about Poseidon's scolding, the ancient snake's counterattack hit the key point. It sealed Poseidon's mouth by the way, not giving him a chance to reply.
It won't be long before he will go to find his old father. No matter what he thinks now, he doesn't need to worry too much.
In terms of educating children, Asmodeus will probably find a way to correct his rebellious son's wrong ideas and give him a heart-wrenching lesson.
Turning his eyes away from Poseidon, the Atrium Snake habitually glanced at the third layer of hell.
Hypnos still didn't come back, and he didn't know where he ran to.
The big snake was sure that the other party was not imprisoned. It's just that the connection between the two of them was cut off, and only the vague induction remained.
"Hiss--"
With a low hiss, the Ring Garden Snake retracted his gaze.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to come back or if he has run into any trouble, there is no need to use Hypnos recently.
So let him stay outside. If there is something that needs to be done, he can be brought back.
"..."
"...Great..."
"..."
"...I..."
"Hmm?"
The voice of the creatures praying came from a distant place, and unlike the occasional prayers received on weekdays, this is an exclusive "line" belonging to another "self".
With a slight movement of mind, the Atrium Snake lowered its head slightly and probed its will along the invisible line of faith.
If it was another creature on the other side, its behavior would be enough to crush the other party's soul in an instant.
But since it was another "self" on the other side, there was no need to worry about this problem.
"What's the matter?"
The thought passed through the layers of void, extending from hell to the material world.
The ancient snake noticed that there was another figure beside "himself", and there was a familiar breath on his hand.
[Gold Ring]...
Slightly stunned, the Atrium Snake immediately probed its thoughts into the void around Nordrassil.
Near the treetops is a hidden place with a secret library that is sealed off layer by layer.
Long before the divinity left Chaos, some things that were not related to the operation of the spiritual world but might be used had already been moved here in advance.
The poison that killed Poseidon and the leaves of Yggdrasil came from here, and the real [Gold Ring] was the same.
As the ancient snake's thoughts probed in, the alchemical artifact with more symbolic meaning than practical meaning was placed there, without any trace of loss.
"Ahem..."
In the human world, on the island of Navarin, Hermes looked at the simple altar in front of him and was secretly surprised.
In his impression, the coming of the gods is not so simple.
Even if it does not involve the idea of power, it is often only made of divine materials, and the statues that have been worshipped for hundreds of years can withstand their extended will.
In addition, no god can accept being neglected by his believers, so every call to the gods is often accompanied by a grand ceremony.
But right before his eyes, the grand idea that could not be faked came across time and space, and the terrible power stirred the surrounding void.
It seems that this is really an existence that does not care about false reputation...
He was secretly surprised, but in the face of the inquiry of the great divine power, Hermes did not dare to neglect it.
"Salute you--"
"The great snake surrounding the atrium.
" "The earthly python that devours all souls."
"The origin and end of all worlds' sins--"
"I hereby ask your saint to call you presumptuously, just to thank you for your help... For this, I am willing to offer you my most important thing."
"Tell me."
On the altar, the black time and space vortex shook slightly, and a voice as grand as the sky came from it.
Hermes reached out his hand and handed over a crystal stone.
It contained his memories, about the shadow of the world's destruction, and when the illusory world was destroyed.
Of course, the great alchemist did some tricks in it.
He took out his existence and disguised everything as a discovery after refining and sealing the goddess of fate.
It is certainly a terrifying thing to lie in front of a great divine power. Once discovered, it will almost certainly lead to thunder and wrath.
But if this is the memory "originally" "extracted" from someone else, then even if it is seen to have traces of cutting, it seems that there is nothing wrong.
Moreover, Hermes asked himself that he had been studying the memory of living beings for a long time. In this regard, he has some experience.
Moreover, not only that, the great alchemist now also uses the power of authority.
Titan goddess, mother of the nine muses, ancestor of [memory] and [words], another lover of Zeus.
In this case, unless he happened to bump into the true god who controls [memory] in this world, there is really no possibility of being discovered.
"It's strange."
"The gods in the virtual world mostly exist in the real world."
"Even if something unexpected happens occasionally, it doesn't seem to be a very important existence."
"But as one of the twelve Titans, Mnemosyne in reality not only did not marry Zeus, but disappeared. Even in historical records, there has never been any content about her being the goddess of memory..."
I don't know why this is the case. Hermes didn't encounter any special problems when summoning the projection of the goddess.
So the authority of [Memory] in reality should still exist. As for where it is... Anyway, I won't happen to encounter it.
Passing through the cracks in time and space, the crystal composed purely of memory fell from the human world into the abyss.
Looking at the memory that Hermes called "the most important thing" entering the rotating black hole, Ryan couldn't help but feel a little curious.
First of all, let's rule out the possibility that the other party really wanted to thank him for his help, so he contributed his deeply hidden secret.
Then what else is there in Hermes that is worthy of his initiative?
"What did you offer to my Lord?"
"A destiny."
"It comes from the memory of Lachesis. As for whether it is true or false, only the great Lord of Hell can tell."
With a solemn and solemn expression, at this moment, Hermes seemed like a more capable prophet than the goddess of fate.
"A destiny?"
With a strange expression, Ryan wanted to say something when looking at Hermes in front of him, but in the end he said nothing.
Lachesis's memory... The thinking of the true god is not so easily influenced.
Even Ryan himself can often only dilute the things related to himself, or enhance and blur certain specific aspects.
As for reading a god's thoughts directly like searching his soul... Under the protection of the immortal essence, Chaos's innate god will not accept this, let alone the very special goddess of fate.
If he had never possessed the divine power of [Memory], considering the absolute power of authority in his own field, Ryan might still have reservations.
But after trying it himself, he can say with certainty that no one can read the information in the mind of the goddess of fate without the support of super-logical power. But having
said that, looking at Hermes who looked like he had seen through the major events in the future, after hesitating for a moment, Ryan chose to remain silent.
If it was not obtained from the goddess of fate, then the other party intended to push what he found onto fate.
A prophet who pretends to spy on fate... I have done a lot of similar things in the past.
I remember that he was only a god with weak divine power at that time, and the object of listening to the prophecy was the incarnation of the earth and the master of the sky, who were as far apart as the sky.
However, as Chaos's first conscious god, Ryan, even though he was still weak at that time, did not need to use the name of others to prove his prophecy.
In contrast, Hermes obviously did not have this ability.
So perhaps because he thought his name was not credible enough, the great alchemist attributed this so-called fate to Lachesis, trying to make the "audience" believe the information he gave.
His expression gradually returned to calm. Thinking of this, Ryan was not in a hurry to understand the specific content.
After the big snake finished reading, he would naturally have a way to know the content.
I just hope that Hermes did not make up any outrageous news for him, otherwise he would have to give some response to such arrogant fraud.
...
Swoosh-
the crystal broke through the air and jumped out of the rotating black fog.
At almost the same time, on the floating island in the center of the atrium, the ancient snake received this "sacrifice" from the human world.
In line with the other self's thoughts, the atrium snake did not think this was really a destiny.
Lachesis's memory cannot be read. It is likely that it is just like her past self, a scam that the audacious Hermes came up with on a whim.
He wants to achieve something with this, but knowing yourself and the enemy is the key to success.
In the past, he was able to succeed because he understood the trajectory of fate and judged the personalities of the gods.
But Hermes made this choice without knowing himself at all. It seems that he was a little overwhelmed by the casting of the artifact.
This is not good... But I will help him cure this problem.
"Hiss..."
"Asmodeus, since you are here, let's take a look openly."
"This is a thank you from a 'believer' in the world. He claims that this is the 'true fate' obtained from the memory of the goddess of fate - haha, after reading it, remember to take Poseidon back with you."
"He is too noisy. This is not a prison for prisoners."
With a low laugh, the giant snake spit out its tongue. Its vertical pupils rotated slightly, and it looked at a nearby void.
As the voice fell, the space shook. The next moment, the figure of the Lord of the Nine Hells slowly emerged.
"Okay."
The black-haired, blood-red-eyed monarch smiled and nodded as he glanced at the Sea King restrained in the tree canopy.
He had been here for a while, or rather, if the Serpent of the Court had not suddenly begun to respond to the prayers of his believers, he would have led Poseidon back to the bottom of Hell.
But now there is an extra good show to watch, so it doesn't hurt to wait.
"'A fate'... What if this is true?"
"Anything is possible. The Father God once didn't believe that you could see the future."
He stepped in front of the memory crystal. Although Asmodeus didn't quite believe that the real future could be obtained so easily, he still had some expectations.
The ancient snake did not comment on this, and then touched the crystal in front of him with his spirit.
The crystal composed of memory began to burn, and invisible mist rose from the flames, gradually covering the entire space.
The next moment, the world changed drastically. Standing next to the tall tree canopy of Nordrassil, the ancient snake and the incarnation of the Lord of the Nine Hells simultaneously entered the world of "memory".
What disappointed Asmodeus was that there was nothing different here, as if it was Chaos's world.
"It seems that you are right... This so-called fate has nothing - wait, what is that?"
Looking up at the sky, the Lord of Hell looked solemn.
In the world composed of this memory, the endless sky shattered.
Thunder rose from the center of the earth and shot out to the sky.
However, all of this stopped in front of a hand that covered the sky, like an ant trying to shake a tree, and shattered into debris all over the sky.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Asmodeus watched all this seriously.
Until the world was about to be destroyed and the sky and the earth turned into nothingness, the entire memory fragment came to an end.
The surrounding images gradually faded, and the Lord of the Nine Hells fell into deep thought for a while.
"...This is fake."
He spoke lightly, and he didn't expect that the memory Hermes offered was this one.
However, the incarnation stood aside, and the ancient snake was not panicked at all.
Regarding the scene happening before its eyes, it was not completely without considering the possibility of such a situation happening. It's just like he said, it's 'fake', because there are many flaws in it.
"Yes, it's probably fake."
"There is no figure of the original god, let alone you and me."
"But the traces of the laws presented in this memory are not false. This is the content that can only be seen from the perspective of a powerful god..."
Nodding and shaking his head, Asmodeus did not recognize Ryan's identity from one hand. When Hermes escaped from the virtual world, Ryan had not yet used the [Book of Years] to take back its history.
So based on the information revealed, the Lord of the Nine Hells gave a preliminary conclusion.
"This is probably really the memory of the goddess of fate. Although their power is not strong, the laws of the world in their eyes may not be more vague than the powerful gods."
"It's just that this fate itself may be false, or it's just the worst possibility-Chaos does have such a person who wants to destroy the world, and this fate is the warning that the present world is trying to convey to the gods through the mouth of the goddess of fate."
The judgment was made in a few words, and the ancient snake nodded in agreement.
It was really a bit surprised that Hermes would give this memory. The other party's method of erasing its traces was very crude, and it saw it at a glance.
Was it trying to use it to find the identity of the Destroyer... Seeing this, the Atrium Snake was ready to say something.
However, the next moment, the burning memory expanded again.
The invisible fluctuations spread to the surroundings, turning into a dark and empty darkness.
At a glance, there was no foundation for any material existence.
This was the void outside the world, and the Lord of the Nine Hells recognized this.
As the time of the memory space flowed, although the trajectory of movement could not be felt in the void, the memory itself still gave people a feeling of leaving the world.
The endless and distant place behind seemed to be Chaos, and a little light rose in the darkness in front.
Asmodeus looked far away, and vaguely, he seemed to see some large and small light spots.
They spun like a whirlpool, breaking and condensing, and looked so desolate.
"That is..."
"-World?"
He paused for each word, and as the location in the memory moved, at a certain moment, the Lord of the Nine Hells finally saw the true face of those light spots.
The shattered earth and sky fell and scattered, and the remaining will of a world wailed in despair.
Subconsciously taking a step forward, Asmodeus tried to see more clearly, but the next moment, a great sense of fear surged from all directions.
In an instant, the memory space ended, the dark void faded, and the two suns shone beside him again.
Taking a deep breath, the Lord of the Nine Hells retracted his steps.
He almost forgot that in the fragments of memory, no matter how strong or weak he was, or how far or near he was, what he could see, hear, and even the fear that came at the end were actually the feelings of the owner of the memory.
He was just a bystander, unable to change any results, let alone explore more secrets.
However, in Asmodeus's opinion, the believer in the human world was able to obtain such a secret from the memory of the goddess of fate, and he had already made a great contribution.
"This is a warning - a more direct warning."
"The first memory may be a pessimistic preview of the future, and the second one is likely to be the past, or something that is happening now!"
Although he did not see anything in the second memory, the result of combining the two memories together is obvious.
The power of the laws of another world that can be vaguely detected in the second memory is even clearer.
No one can forge a world cycle with self-consistent laws. It must come from a real other world, but it is now destroyed, just like the nine realms where Muspelheim, the country of fire, is integrated into hell and the abyss.
This is a world-destroying existence, a god from another world... and the reason why Zeus is the only great one in the first memory seems to have been found - because this is a prophecy that the laws of the world are trying to warn the God King by using the hands of the goddess of fate.
The more I think about it, the more I feel it is so... and standing aside, the incarnation of the ancient snake was silent.
"..."
He guessed the beginning, but not the end.
How did Hermes peek into Hermeneus? Even it is a little unclear now.
Could it be that Hermes did not lie to it, and this is really the prophecy he got from the goddess of fate?
It's just that the process of his acquisition may not be easy to show, so he changed to another statement.
Fortunately, after the separation of divinity and humanity, there were subtle differences in temperament and some characteristics closer to the essence. In addition, Asmodeus had never seen the power of the spiritual world in full force, so he could not recognize the source of the world's destruction.
Of course, there is also a divine figure that did not appear in this memory at all... I just don't know whether Hermes saw it or he could not see the true body of the divine body with his means.
"... Your believer should be rewarded, this is the reward he deserves."
"If there is really such a destroyer who has set his sights on the world of Chaos, no one can stay out of it."
Asmodeus spoke in a deep voice, with a hint of approval in his eyes.
He didn't know how the believers of the Atrium Serpent got the so-called fate, but it was probably related to Ryan.
Before the spiritual world was opened up, Ryan had been dealing with fate.
So now the believers of the other party's incarnation are secretly targeting the goddess of fate with his help, which is not surprising.
However, the Lord of Hell clearly distinguishes between rewards and punishments. Although this person is not his believer, since the information he has obtained is useful to him, he should give him a reward.
Thinking of this, Asmodeus looked at the snake.
Until now, he still didn't know who this meritorious person was.
"...You are right, this is indeed a 'very, crucial' information, and he should be rewarded..."
"But what should I 'reward' him with? I need to think carefully, so as not to 'neglect' the meritorious person."
The snake spoke, but for some reason, Asmodeus always felt that the other party didn't seem to be that happy.
Well...maybe it's an illusion, or maybe he regrets that his believers are not strong enough and didn't see the true appearance of the Destroyer.
It's really a strict requirement, but it also fits the other party's habits.
Asmodeus's eyes swept across the courtyard, where there was almost no life.
Apart from this sacred tree that the Lord of the Nine Hells envied, only beings with power that reached the realm of gods were qualified to step into this place and meet the second king of hell.
He was not targeting anyone on purpose, but he looked down on all living beings equally, worthy of being the embodiment of evil thoughts... but sometimes it is really unnecessary to ask too much.
This believer has done well enough, as for continuing to explore the secrets of the destroyer... that is their own business.
"Although it's not perfect, he has done a good job."
"I don't know your believer, nor do I know what he wants. Mephistopheles is also in the world, so let him go."
"I think humans know their own desires better than humans themselves."
"But then again, what do you think of this 'Destroyer'?" As
he was resolute and decisive, while deciding what to give as a reward, Asmodeus also put forward his own ideas.
Although it is still just an illusory prophecy, the Destroyer from a foreign land may not be able to destroy Chaos. And even if He comes, the first to suffer will not be the abyss at the bottom of the world, but the God King who rules the world.
But no matter what, it is always good to make more preparations in advance.
The Nine Hells are not under the control of the world, but this does not mean that they can survive on their own after the world is destroyed.
After reading that "fate", Asmodeus felt a sense of urgency in his heart for a while.
Time waits for no one. Even though everything is going smoothly and the Nine Hells are growing stronger, preparations must be made. After all
, if a man does not think ahead, he will have immediate worries.
It is not his style to wait for trouble to come to him before thinking about solving it.
"..."
"Well..."
"...For this matter, we think it is better to take a long-term view."
The corner of his mouth moved, and the ancient snake said calmly.
"You also know that this is a serious matter. This is not something that can be decided easily... Speaking of which, I wonder if you have noticed that since the establishment of the Nine Hells, although Tartarus's power has been plundered by us, He seems to have not only not become weaker, but even stronger?"
"Compared to the beginning, His status has not decreased at all, and there is even some improvement."
"If the Nine Hells, which have also grown a lot, are added together with Him, it is even possible that He has reached the peak of great divine power."
Silently, the Serpent of the Courtyard was not easy to refuse the plan of the Lord of the Nine Hells.
But there was really nothing he could do about this matter, so the ancient snake simply changed the subject.
If it was something else, I'm afraid Asmodeus would not care. But he couldn't help but pay attention to the things related to the Abyss.
"Hmm? You mean..."
As expected, when the snake mentioned Tartarus, the Lord of the Nine Hells was immediately attracted.
Yes, he had noticed the changes in the Abyss before.
Over the years, since the establishment of Hell, the Nine Hells have absorbed a lot of the power of the Abyss.
However, according to the results of Asmodeus's perception with the power of the interface, Tartarus not only showed no signs of decline, but became stronger with the passage of time.
Layers of interfaces were born in his body, and countless creatures appeared out of thin air.
Even though there was killing day and night in the [Shura Field], it was still as small as a drop in the ocean compared to the speed at which the Abyss became stronger.
To this day, even he didn't know how many layers of interfaces were born in the Abyss, and how many different races of life were bred.
In short, every once in a while, there would always be some new things among the demons attacking the defense line of Hell in the [Shura Field].
In this regard, the Lord of the Nine Hells once thought it was his own illusion. It was because he had not been able to glimpse the true power of this primitive god with the lowest personification before, and now he has slowly become aware of it as he grows up.
But now that the Serpent of the Courtyard suddenly mentioned this matter, it undoubtedly proved that this is the reality. With Ryan's original vision, he should be able to see the true power of Tartarus. In this case, he couldn't help but have another association.
"[Muspelheim], the Kingdom of Fire, [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood], the underground space, and the interface power mobilized by Zeus..."
After counting them one by one, Asmodeus had noticed it before, but he didn't think about it.
But with the awakening of the big snake, he seemed to understand a lot in an instant.
When the nine realms were integrated before, Hell and Tartarus shared the power of the Kingdom of Fire, and even one of the original six demons in the abyss had a power corresponding to it.
The Lord of the Nine Hells always thought that this was an unrepeatable accident, but now it seems that it is not the case.
Including the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood, these are all products of foreign lands. They were captured from the void by Chaos' power and eventually became a member of His body.
Some of these powers are complete, such as Vanaheim.
Some are complete at first but eventually broken, such as Muspelheim.
Some no longer exist in the form of an "interface" and become an additional part of the world, such as the cavities and caves sandwiched between the ground and the underground.
But in addition to these parts that Chaos easily accommodates, there are more that are difficult for him to digest in a short period of time.
Those are parts that do not match his laws and order, and it takes a long time to absorb them.
Just like the same [flame], it often has different manifestations in different worlds. Although the main body may be similar, there may even be contradictions and conflicts in the subtle corners.
In this case, the only way is to grind away the differences bit by bit, crush the characteristics in the cycle of the world, and turn them into the most original power.
However, this takes too long, so long that it cannot be done even for an era. So in the end, like the waste left at the beginning of creation, their structures were broken up and injected into the black hole outside the world, the bottomless Tartarus.
These chaotic and contradictory forces are madly increasing the size of the abyss. He does not need to worry about his personality like other primitive gods, because he does not have a personality.
He does not need to consider internal stability, because he is unstable.
Countless source forces have given birth to countless levels, each of which has a twisted and unique order and rules, as well as an equally twisted life.
They fight each other, or fight against hell; destroy each other, or destroy themselves.
Constantly oscillating between this kind of life and death, and finally digesting these foreign corpses with the most violent means, this is why Tartarus is becoming more and more powerful.
[Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] attempts to assimilate all things, but its tentacles have not yet reached into the most filthy abyss, which may be affected by these factors.
After all, even in his eyes, Tartarus is a very tricky existence.
"So you mean that the abyss is still getting stronger, and the speed at which he becomes stronger is getting faster and faster."
"But this is just an appearance. Behind it, it means that Chaos is still constantly devouring the existence outside the world, and then taking them into his body to enhance his own strength."
"It is even because there are too many forces outside the realm that need to be dealt with urgently that He has no time to digest these trivial matters, and then sends them all into the abyss."
"So the so-called memory of the goddess of fate actually has another possibility."
"That is, He is indeed warning the God King, but not because He is afraid that he will be destroyed by the Destroyer - in fact, if Chaos really sensed the danger, then His reaction would never be so slow."
"Just like you in the past, the whole world sensed the movement when you opened up the spiritual world... and since Chaos did not do so, it means that there is actually another reason."
The blood-red pupils flickered slightly, and Asmodeus felt that he was closer to the truth.
"The reason why He wanted to warn Zeus was just to let him exercise more of the duties of the God King, regulate the cycle of the present world, and then speed up His speed of devouring the foreign land."
"It's just that by mistake, the goddess of fate not only failed to complete her mission, but was intercepted by your believers halfway." "...!"
On the canopy of Nordrassil, the Midgard Serpent listened indifferently at first.
It mentioned the changes in the abyss just to divert attention, and didn't think too much about it.
However, as Asmodeus analyzed step by step, the ancient snake's expression gradually became solemn.
If you think about it this way, it seems to be very reasonable. It was still wondering how Hermes saw the remains of Hermene.
But if you think about it from this perspective, perhaps Chaos might really have a little indigestion in the face of the vast primordial water and the endless darkness.
"...Yes, you are right, that's what I mean."
Speaking calmly, the Midgard Serpent approved Asmodeus's guess.
Yes, that's what he thought.
"So the situation is not as serious as you think. Compared to the 'World Destroyer' that Chaos doesn't take very seriously, the speed at which Tartarus strengthens is more worthy of your concern."
"Especially recently, a special and powerful demon seems to have been born in the abyss. It not only has power that is not inferior to other demon gods, but also has a more stable IQ than them."
"It calls itself the [Demon Prince], the blood of the 'King', and is destined to defeat Hell and unify the Abyss."
"Although its wild words are still just a joke, with the current size of the Abyss... Who knows if it will become the second Demon Mother and be favored by Tartarus' will?"
By accident, Asmodeus might have guessed right, but regardless of whether it was right or not, the ancient snake still quietly changed the subject.
It will verify the facts.
But since it is the Lord of Hell, it is better to develop Hell well. Strive to make great strides on the road to great divine power as soon as possible and surpass your father and son.
As for the destruction of the world, it is better to care less about it.
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The human world.
The center of the eastern land.
Night is approaching, and dusk falls on the majestic royal city.
Through the towering city walls, two huge figures can be vaguely seen standing in the center of the city.
The light of the setting sun shines down, coating the figures with a layer of gold.
The three-color light reflects from the chest of one of the figures, just illuminating the three city gates.
It is the statue of the God King and the Queen of Heaven, and the three-color light comes from the shining gems on Zeus's scepter.
The devout believers in this city cast this huge bronze statue for the monarch on Mount Olympus to gain the favor of the gods.
And they did get what they wanted and became the royal city closest to the mountain of gods.
This is Olympia. Standing on its top, Olympus can be vaguely seen through the nine layers of clouds.
On the main road in the center of the city, there are believers kneeling and praying in the direction of the mountain of gods everywhere.
It is not the most powerful kingdom, nor the most prosperous city. But on the eastern land, no country that believes in the gods has ever dared to attack here.
Many of the gods' decrees were issued here, and the temples of the twelve main gods can also be found here.
Trample, trample, trample...
On the avenue leading directly to the city gate, the dull sound of horse hooves came from far away.
Before the sun completely set, the centaur finally arrived at the foot of the city.
Dressed in a gorgeous outfit, Chiron looked up.
The sacred mountain, the colossus, and the city wall fit together at this angle, each one bigger than the other, like three shadows that crush all living things.
With a somewhat melancholy look, the centaur didn't know what he would encounter.
He came to declare war, although not in name, but in fact it was.
In Silvermoon City, when he received the task of questioning the Olympian countries and even the gods, he knew this would be the result.
As an envoy, with such a provocative task, no one can guarantee that he can return alive.
After all, the centaur is an immortal demigod, not an immortal true god. He will not grow old, but he will die.
"But it doesn't matter."
Chiron shook his head. He didn't know that in another timeline, he would calmly give his life in exchange for Prometheus's release from the prison in the Caucasus. He only knew that he didn't care about life and death that much.
Long ago, when he had just come into contact with witchcraft, he once asked Hecate to give him a prophecy, and the goddess of the magic network agreed to his request.
On the crystal ball made of ancient star cores, the fog of fate was gradually lifted. In the starry sky under the reflection of the stars, Chiron saw his future.
The prophecy told him that he would face the choice of life and death because of a demigod... Now think about it, maybe it refers to Achilles.
Both of them faced the constraints of fate and were destined to die.
But Chiron was not like him, resolutely choosing to face fate in a high-profile manner, and finally seemed to return to the constraints of fate.
He chose to face it calmly, so the centaur came here.
Hualala-
a sound of armor and weapons colliding sounded, and as he approached the city gate, the tall body of the centaur obviously attracted a lot of attention.
A group of soldiers guarding the city approached here cautiously, but judging from their attire, they looked more like guards of the church.
"Stop!"
"Who are you, and why did you come to Olympus?"
With a sudden shout, the captain of the soldiers was a little hesitant when he saw the centaur who was more than twice as tall as him.
But he touched the holy emblem on his chest, and his expression became high-spirited again.
"I am Chiron, as you can see, I am also a centaur."
"Don't be nervous, young man, I am not a threat to you."
Chiron explained in a calm voice.
"As for the purpose of my coming here..."
"I am here only as an envoy of Silvermoon City. I am carrying the will of the Council of Bishops to convey the questions given to them by the church to the rulers of this city."
Passing through the main road in the city, we went straight to the palace in the center of the city.
The humans on both sides cast all kinds of eyes at him, some were curious and inquiring, but more were fearful and repulsive.
In this country closest to Olympus, people had never seen a centaur before, so Chiron had long been accustomed to this kind of look.
Whether it was gods or humans, they were always not so enthusiastic about existences that were very different from themselves, and xenophobia was common everywhere.
The centaurs walked all the way until they stopped in front of the palace of Olympia.
The palace was not magnificent. It was located in front of a magnificent temple, with a tall bronze colossus behind it.
Standing in the distance, the existence of the palace seemed to set off the magnificence of the temple. And the two huge bronze statues seemed to be stepping on them together.
"...Centaur, your majesty invites you."
After a short wait, Chiron waited for the guard who had returned with the message.
But the other party's eyes looking at him were obviously a little wrong. There was no previous vigilance, but a mixture of longing and disgust.
It was like seeing a gem covered in dirt, and wanting to pick it up but afraid of dirtying one's hands.
Chiron paused and shook his head secretly, he knew why.
He stepped forward, under the gaze of the guards on both sides, the centaur lowered his head slightly, avoided the low main gate and walked into the palace.
The main hall was slightly spacious, and Chiron straightened his chest.
At the end of the stairs facing the gate, the king of Olympia was sitting on his throne.
The ministers of the kingdom were on both sides, with different eyes cast at him, and there were also several clergy with different auras in the middle.
On both sides of the king, there were two seats level with him, but they were empty at the moment.
They were not the queen's, not one. But before Chiron could look any further, an old man in luxurious clothes stepped out from the left side of the hall.
"Stop - the messenger from the east of the earth, are you the centaur Chiron?"
"I am."
Chiron nodded slightly, his tone calm.
"I came here this time..."
"Of course, I have heard of you."
"A famous Centaur sage who has left his name in the legends of more than one hero. Of course I know you, Chiron."
The old man interrupted, his eyes sparkling.
But although he said he had heard of you for a long time, there was no politeness in his words.
"You introduced yourself, so I should also introduce myself to you. Listen carefully: I am the younger brother of the king of the previous generation, and I have also acted as the king of the kingdom."
"In the past two hundred years, I have witnessed the replacement of five generations of kings. I can call out the bloodline of everyone present and the famous heroes of all ages, and I can also tell what contributions they have made to the gods. But Centaur, I am not standing here today because of these, but because I am one of the most devout believers of the great queen of heaven." "
This is Olympia, only believers are qualified to stand here, and secular status is nothing compared to faith - what about you, Centaur? In what capacity have you come here, to the residence of the servants of the gods, to the kingdom blessed by the gods at the foot of Mount Olympus?"
"As an apprentice and waiter beside the respected goddess of the magic net, a servant holding a bow for the daughter of the God King, the goddess of the wilderness? If so, then you will be the most distinguished guest in Olympia."
"From the king to the beasts on the roadside, everyone in the kingdom will pay respect to you and be honored to meet you."
"Then centaur, please tell me in person, who are you and why did you come here to meet the king of Olympia."
"..."
With a sigh, as the old man's voice fell, Chiron clearly saw the sharpness and expectation in the eyes of the people around him.
He knew he would encounter such a situation, contradictory and fanatical.
Unlike Silver Moon City, perhaps it was because the faith of Silver Moon City did not often respond to them, or perhaps it was because the Lord they believed in did not like too extreme worship.
So Chiron rarely saw such a scene there.
But in Olympia, the royal city closest to Olympus, this is a place that absolutely reveres God.
Any existence that is related to God, his status cannot be compared even to the king. Or it can be said that the king of Olympia himself has no meaning of existence, he is just the secular steward of this kingdom.
So Chiron knew that even though he had asked the guards to convey his intentions before, as long as he changed his words now, they would still regard him as the most distinguished guest.
As for the previous mistake, the guard who delivered the message would be executed for not understanding his meaning. The centaur was not wrong - but the most ridiculous thing was that I am afraid that including the soldier himself, they all hoped that this would become a reality.
Yes, if he could make this messenger of God who was "poisoned by pagans" realize his mistakes, then the soldier would be willing to die and even think it was an honor.
He would feel that his death was sacred and meaningful, even if it was essentially paying for the mistakes of others.
"This is probably why the teacher was unwilling to associate with the gods from the beginning."
"Such a human has long lost the meaning of existing in the world as an individual. The only thing he wants to do is to be with the "god" he believes in."
It is impossible to evaluate. Chiron cannot understand them, but he did not come here to understand them.
So facing the gazes, the centaur finally just shook his head.
"Followers of the Queen of Heaven, King of Olympia. Although I have told you my purpose before, since you are not clear, I will repeat it again."
"I have come here with the will of the Council of Bishops of Silvermoon City, and I am here to convey their inquiries."
"'Achilles is guilty of acting recklessly and abusing the sacred weapon, but who gave you the right to judge his crimes privately?'"
"'Since you hold the Lord's sword, only the Lord's will can judge him.'"
"'Therefore, for your usurpation, you will pay the price...'"
"Outrageous!"
Bang!
The table was overturned, and a general in armor stood up and glared at Chiron.
His right hand had already grasped the long sword at his waist, as if he was going to draw the sword and kill someone if he disagreed with something.
"Chiron, that madman offended the gods and had already been killed by the gods themselves. Besides, he is just a human being, why would the gods need qualifications to judge him?"
"Why, don't those crazy pagans want to point their swords at us, but also want to be enemies of the gods?"
"..."
Ignoring the general's words, the Centaur already felt some kind of gaze at him at this moment. Obviously, his arrival may have attracted the attention of a certain god.
At the foot of Mount Olympus, any god could appear here. However, Chiron only paused for a moment and continued his unfinished declaration:
"'...Whether in the human world or in the holy land, whether on the earth or in the kingdom of false gods, anyone who has made a mistake should repent...'" "
..."
"'...The Supreme and All-Knowing Lord is severe and merciful. He does not punish fools for not knowing His greatness, nor does He punish ignorant people for their offenses...'"
"'...But those who transgress the Lord's glory will be angered by the righteous who are favored by Him, so that wars will arise among the people...'"
"..."
"...No matter what the pagans call gods, they are all included--"
Boom--!
Before he finished speaking, a crescent-shaped sword arc passed by and attacked Chiron.
Seeing this, the Centaur had to stop temporarily and prepare to meet the enemy.
He knew it would be like this. After all, the requirements given by Silver Moon City were for the mortal kingdom and for the "false gods". They listened to the former patiently, but they would not listen to the latter no matter what.
And his own danger was actually here.
The man who took action was nothing, and he could easily deal with it.
In fact, the people in this palace were just like that. If he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.
However, this was Olympia, the human kingdom closest to the sacred mountain.
Just like the Aegis hanging on the top of Athens, as far as Chiron knew, Olympia's security was also suppressed by artifacts.
As long as they decided to take action, he would definitely fail.
However, even if he failed, the humans in Olympia would not kill him. After all, no matter what, since Chiron was related to the gods, his life and death could not be decided by them.
Only when he saw the visitor from Olympus would he be qualified to decide his fate.
Of course, Chiron had already prepared himself mentally, and he was not afraid of death.
If that day really came, he would just accept it calmly.
...
Shasha...
The soles of her shoes stepped on the yellow leaves, making a series of sounds.
On the outskirts of Olympia, the woman walked along, carefully looking at the farmland beside the road.
As the human kingdom closest to Olympus, the land of Olympia is fertile and rich.
Minerals are everywhere here, and the black soil can easily produce three crops a year.
However, compared with the rich natural environment, the people living here do not seem to have a comfortable life at all.
In just a dozen miles, she saw hundreds of farmers with ragged clothes and skinny bodies.
The woman knew the reason. This was not intentional by the gods. After all, human rice has no meaning to them.
They only need the faith of mortals, not their materials.
However, since a debate in Athens, the story of the fall of the Bronze Age has spread again among the people.
In other places, this may only be regarded as a warning or a topic of conversation after dinner, but here, people see the relationship between "faith and sacrifice".
From that day on, the sacrifices of the Olympians became more and more abundant.
It started as a voluntary act, and later it even evolved into a special phenomenon.
The poor offered everything they had, and then accused their neighbors who did not offer everything of not having a pious faith. The bankrupt rich businessman offered everything he had, and then accused his opponent of not having a pious faith.
So gradually, sacrifice became a means of attacking others, even though the gods never asked for it.
The originally wealthy life declined, and the hardworking people became lazy.
All kinds of negative emotions gathered together, and even dimmed the sacred fire in the city.
It was when she noticed this that she noticed this subtle change.
"...Is that person the centaur who used to follow Hecate?"
After walking a distance, the woman raised her head slightly.
She looked in the direction of the city. Although they were far apart, every word Chiron said was clear to her.
A demigod, with some mortal will to settle the so-called mistakes of the gods, if you look at it alone, it is actually quite funny.
Although she doesn't laugh, she will only regard it as another Tantalus.
However, after listening to everything Chiron said, her expression became serious.
At this moment, a long-lost memory came to her mind.
That was when they had just won the victory, but suffered a great loss in another space.
"...Zeus, what on earth are you thinking about..."
Since the end of the Golden Apple Feast, Hestia has felt that something is wrong.
The Lord of Darkness's visit to the sacred mountain has intensified this premonition, making the goddess of fire even more uneasy.
That day, when the sword of Levatin slipped from Achilles' hands and fell from the top of Mount Olympus, Hestia had found her brother and asked him to return the artifact to the spirit world, or simply let the Lord of Darkness take it away, or at least take it back.
But Zeus refused her, and instead let the sword be inserted at the foot of Mount Olympus, as if silently showing off his martial arts.
"Alas..."
With a sigh, the divine light surged, and the goddess casually issued an oracle that fell into the temple in the city, asking the humans in the city to take Chiron back to her temple and isolate him from the rest of the people.
With one last look back at the land behind her, Hestia flew up and headed towards Mount Olympus.