Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 583 Pretending to be dead
The sons of Typhon are all over the world, some of them are demons, and some are evil creatures.

The former's power is similar to that of giants. They are not gods and have no authority, but they have unique powers that are no less powerful than those of giants.

The strength of those strange powers is so strong that even gods cannot break them, and they are the famous big demons.

In contrast, although the ancient evil creatures roaming the world also have different abilities, they often do not have that kind of absoluteness.

Or to be more precise, those ancient evil creatures are not "mechanical monsters". The only powerful ability they share is perhaps the powerful immortality that comes from the source of their power.

The Sphinx is a demon, so it only has the special powers of demons, but not the powerful vitality of evil creatures; it is not a god, so it cannot absorb the faith that has been gathered on it for thousands of years.

Inch by inch of golden light emerged from its body, and the lives and souls of the heroes who died in the past were transferred here.

However, Hercules did not choose to accept those souls, but let them drift away with the wind.

A warm feeling emerged in his body...but like the Sphinx, he was unable to utilize the accumulated power of faith.

They hovered around Hercules, just as Pandora once did... and after losing all vitality, the Sphinx's body began to change.

From the tail to the soles of the feet, from the waist and abdomen to the head.

After a while, a huge stone statue replaced the previous demon.

Just like the magic of nature, it was created naturally without any trace of human intervention.

From this moment on, another son of Typhon died at the hands of Hercules... but unlike before, defeating such an opponent did not bring joy to the hero.

"Dang Cang——"

There was a crisp sound of metal hitting stone. Looking down, he saw an ancient and exquisite scale falling to the ground in front of Hercules.

There was no need to explore, his intuition told him that this was the legendary artifact [Golden Balance]. On both sides of it, anything could be weighed.

Tangible, intangible; physical, conceptual.

Hercules went forward and picked up the scale, not knowing why it appeared here.

This is a bet between the goddess of justice and the Sphinx, and now that the demon is dead, shouldn't it return to the hands of the goddess?
Even if he didn't go back, why did he come to me?

"Maybe this is a reward, a tool to lend you."

Having remained silent during the previous Q&A, Prometheus stepped forward to explain.

"Perseus was like that too. More than one god had lent him a divine weapon."

"Your contributions far exceed his, so it's no surprise that you receive the same treatment."

"Is that so... Then I understand."

Nodding slowly, the great hero put the scales away.

He didn't know what he wanted it for, but it was a powerful artifact after all.

After putting his things away, Hercules looked around the valley.

There was nothing else that required his attention. Next, he should move forward...

"So Dionysus, is there anything else you'd like to do here?"

He asked, and the hero waited for a while.

But what surprised him was that the other party did not respond to him for a long time.

Turning around, I saw the handsome young man leaning against a big tree, closing his eyes in deep thought in the shade.

Hercules took a few steps forward and was about to say something, but when he got closer to him, he realized that Dionysus was in a strange state.

"Is he... asleep?"

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes. Was the duel between him and the Sphinx so long and so boring?
It was a little incomprehensible for a moment, but the hero still decided to wake him up.

It's time to leave. Besides, even if I want to sleep, there's no need to sleep here...

Shaking his head slightly, Hercules reached out and shook Dionysus's shoulders.

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"Hey, wake up!"

"Wake up...can't you just move?"

“Poke…poke…I poke, poke, poke…”

……

[Dream Spirit World], the dream of the ancient gods.

The sky is bright and the earth is dark.

Twelve stone pillars support the sky and the earth, and stretched chains keep them connected to the sky and the earth.

Rather than pillars, they look more like huge tombstones. They stand on a land that looks like a desolate grave, against a sky that looks like a holy kingdom.

In the middle of the earth, in a huge bottomless pit, the white dragon folded up its wide dragon wings, and stared curiously at the young god lying dead in the pit.

The sharp fingertips poked the god who seemed to have lost consciousness again and again, but even though blood was oozing out, the other party remained unresponsive.

stamp--

puff……

Seeing another "small fountain" appear on the body in front of her, a hint of unhappiness emerged in Iselania's crystal eyes.

In her perception, the guy in front of her was clearly awake, but for some reason he pretended not to be awake.

After all, in the entire dream world, there are only awake creatures and asleep creatures, there is no third possibility.

Even if outsiders enter this place in their real bodies, once they become unconscious or even fall into a deep sleep here, their own dreams will only be materialized under the ubiquitous rules of "dreams", and they may even emerge from their bodies, turning into a new dream bubble and eventually wrapping themselves up.

So since there was no trace of dreams around Dionysus, and he was easily dragged into this rare dream of the ancient god that could carry the power of the white dragon, his sobriety was needless to say.

"So... this is what mortals call 'playing dead'?"

"If he is really dead, I can still revive him. This is my territory!"

"But I remember that human named 'Nuo' told me that no one in the world can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep... So by analogy, I can't revive a person who is pretending to be dead forever."

Looking at the 'corpse' on the ground with a serious expression, Iselania suddenly had an idea.

She felt like she had found a loophole that was quite feasible.

"Well……"

"You can't wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep... That means only someone who's asleep can be woken up."

"So if I want to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, the best way is to let him really fall asleep first, and then wake him up."

"It is difficult to wake up a person pretending to be asleep, but it is easy to make a person who is awake fall asleep - by analogy, it is difficult to revive a person pretending to be dead, but it is easy to beat a person to death."

"If you want to wake up a person who is pretending to be dead, the best way is to beat him to death first, and then revive him, so that he can't pretend anymore!"

"Sure enough, I, Iselania, am the smartest dragon in the world!"

The excitement in his eyes almost overflowed - this is not a metaphor, but an expression.

In the dream world, emotions themselves can become physical.

Looking at the god lying in a pool of blood in front of her, Bai Long decided to take action immediately. But just as she was about to do something... she sat down again in despair. Damn it... Beating someone to death, how should this kind of thing be done? It seemed like she had never done such a thing before.

This was no joke, because although Bai was not a dragon who had never killed, she had certainly never killed any living being with the intention of killing.

If anyone died because of her, it was just a collateral consequence caused by the White Dragon.

After all, in its eyes, the concepts of life and death are vague. Dreams will record all traces of the dead, and as long as it wants, any life is the same as eternal life.

"Well...yes!"

"I don't know how to do it, so I'll learn it."

"Anyway, that's what those rare dreams of gods say. He is the most brutal god in the world."

Nodding vigorously, the white dragon looked up at the sky from the hole in the center of the earth.

The dream of the ancient gods is vast and boundless, and compared to the twelve stone pillars standing in the human world, Iselania's figure is so small that it is almost invisible.

An extremely heavy and devastating aura vibrated between heaven and earth, causing infinite pressure... but Bai turned a blind eye to it.

Because in the dream, she is the real master.

“Aa ...

A slight cry shattered the boundless clouds.

The nine layers of clouds broke one by one and began to rotate under the influence of some invisible force, eventually forming a vortex that connected the sky and the earth.

The center of the vortex was right opposite to where the white dragon was, and in Iselania's eyes, a figure as tall as the sky was holding the starry sky on its back, overlooking the creatures on the earth.

No...there are no living creatures on the land of the Ancient God's Dream.

There was only the earth itself and twelve pillars that stood like tombstones.

In the distant past, the Supreme God King shattered the sacred mountain and cast his rebellious sons into statues, suppressing them forever beside their mother.

He should be awake, because the second dream realm was not born in the dream of the ancient gods; he is not awake either, because his slumber comes from the backlash of the incomplete symbol and the balance of the great power.

The current [Dream Spirit World] cannot carry his complete dream, so he appears here, but has never truly woken up.

Looking up at the sky, this scene was enough to make any living being on the land of Chaos feel terrified to the core.

However, in Bai's eyes, it was just a tool that could "kill" for her.

"Hmm... it does look scary."

"It's you. Come on, beat this guy to death!"

With a joyful voice, Bailong grabbed the "corpse" on the ground and prepared to fly high into the sky.

Just at this moment, the 'corpse' seemed to finally realize something was wrong and opened its eyes hurriedly.

Damn, this white dragon is really looking for trouble.

And him, is this the Sky God King recorded in the ancient history of this world?

Even if it was just his dream, there were still some symbolic images and the power of the original God-King left... Such an existence is actually an absolute loser... No, I can't contact him, at least not now.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the Supreme Being in the sky of the Ancient God's Dream, Dionysus felt helpless.

There was no other way. If he directly touched anything related to the God-King's own personality, he would most likely be targeted by Chaos and forced to become one of the 'local spirits' with status in advance.

In theory, there is nothing wrong with becoming a 'local god'. Isn't it the same with the foreign god flesh and blood mother tree next door? This is also his plan for the future.

It’s just that even if they join, it still depends on the people, the timing, the status, and even the strength.

Whether it is valuable or not, how much value it has, and what the other party’s current situation is, all of these are considered.

When others...the tree joins, it brings with it complete power and essence; when he joins, the power has already become someone else's trophy, and he himself is just an incomplete existence with an empty personality.

In this case, there is no need to think about what kind of treatment he can get... But logically speaking, his existence will obviously not be discovered by people of her level. Even if there is a sense of it, at most it will be a little bit of a sense of disharmony.

In this case, why would she keep picking on herself?

I don't know, but judging from my own experience and thinking about the other party's amazing wisdom just now, 'Dionysus' feels that Bailong definitely has some evil taste in him.

There is no one who would speak out his true feelings and act as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. Even if there is, it is probably painted white.

"Ahem...wait, I'm awake...where is this?"

With a cough, Dionysus woke up from Bai's dragon claws.

He seemed to have no idea what had just happened, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"Hey, you finally stopped pretending to be dead?"

Feeling a little surprised and regretful, Bai looked down.

On her dragon claws, 'Dionysus' was still bleeding.

"Well... what a shame, I was just about to test my plan... But never mind, I don't blame you."

"Hello, I'm Bai, you can also call me Ysera. This is my territory - an uninhabited dream of the ancient gods. It is a rare dream that can accommodate me, so I come here often."

"Now it's your turn. Who are you? Do I know you before?"

"……I?"

The young god smiled bitterly and shook his head, then introduced himself:

"As for me, you can call me Dionysus—"

"lie!"

stamp--

Another hole, fortunately this is a dream.

In a dream, as long as you feel that you are still alive, you will not die even if you are seriously injured.

So 'Dionysus' just twitched his mouth slightly and didn't have any other reaction.

"Ahem... Mr. Dragon, my friends all call me Dionysus, and I don't have any other name. You said I was lying... How did you get that?"

"I don't know, isn't intuition okay?"

Iselania asked back confidently.

"..."

Lying in the dragon's claws in silence, Dionysus didn't know what he had done wrong. Could it be that he was being targeted by the fate of this world?

In front was the witch Medea of ​​Silvermoon City, and in the back was the white dragon Ysera of the spirit world. But the former at least spoke some truth, while the latter was purely about feelings.

Huh... The only good news is that the Lord of the Spirit World doesn't seem to be here. He should still be busy cleaning up the mess.

Just like Chaos' will, although the other party has the ability to discover, it is not so easy for him to truly perceive his own existence.

That supreme characteristic was enough to isolate everything... Even this white dragon only felt that something was wrong with Dionysus, but never found any trace of him.

Otherwise, 'Dionysus' would have given up this key position long ago and directly chosen another path of 'naturalizing' Chaos.

(End of this chapter)