Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 585: Moon in the Water

At the foot of the once sacred mountain, next to a riverbed that has long dried up.

In order to find some useful clues as soon as possible, the group had already separated and searched.

Take a few quick steps and cross a rotten tree stump.

Vaguely, Hercules seemed to be able to see that this place must have been a beautiful ancient forest thousands or tens of thousands of years ago.

At that time, when the wind blew, thousands of maple trees rustled together.

Perhaps the people who live here will dance alone in the wind and tell their inner thoughts to the plants and trees.

He shook his head slightly, erasing these old scenes constructed based on his imagination from his mind.

Faced with the desolate and dilapidated land before him, the great hero was helpless.

There is nothing here, let alone the 'real entrance' to the spirit world.

Even half a day ago, Hercules had asked Ander for help to spy on what had happened here in the past, such as the whereabouts of the golden man.

The so-called entrance might be built near their former gathering place. Once he finds it, the hero will be able to find the correct portal.

However, upon hearing his request, the puppet simply told him regretfully that this was somewhat beyond its ability.

"You see, Hercules—"

His mouth opened and closed, and the sound of wood colliding on Ander's body could be heard faintly: "For nearly an era, this place has been a rare forbidden place in Chaos."

"It's not because there are any terrible creatures lurking here, nor is it because I'm afraid of being regarded as a traitor who misses the Titans by the God King of Mount Olympus. It's just that there are too many twisted rules and traps on this land, and the influence of the remnants of the original gods has lasted for thousands of years."

"I can't spy on the traces of the past here, at least not from the last era."

"Besides, with all due respect, I don't think the spirit world has any direct connection with the golden humans. I mean, their fanatical worship of the gods as equals is so perfect that it's not like the character of normal creatures. They give me the feeling that they are incompatible with the spirit world."

"The spirit world... shouldn't place the entrance next to a life whose nature is locked from birth."

……

"call……"

"Maybe so."

"If there are other clues, I don't want to look for traces of the Golden Age..."

With a slight sigh, he continued forward along the river. The hero accepted Ander's explanation, but he did not give up the idea of ​​searching.

After all, as he said, he couldn't find any other clues at the moment.

After walking for a while, we reached the end of the river.

Here, Hercules discovered the remains of a pond that had also dried up.

Right next to the pond, Prometheus was half-kneeling on the ground, looking down at a broken stone tablet.

"Your Highness Prometheus...did you find anything here?"

Unexpectedly, the two people who had separated before would meet here, and the great hero couldn't help but feel excited.

Taking two steps forward, Hercules looked at the ancient stone tablet.

Millions of years of weathering have made its surface smooth and rough, and the few words on it are no longer clear.

But just like the stone tablets discovered some time ago, both Prometheus and Hercules had ways to restore the text on them.

As the forerunner's fingertips slid, strange yet familiar characters appeared on the stone tablet.

Looking carefully, the great hero hoped to find something useful.

"...Red Leaf Forest...blasphemy...creation..."

"No need to look any further."

Rising from the ground, Prometheus interrupted Hercules' interpretation.

"There is no record of the spiritual world here. In fact, the former golden humans really had nothing to do with the spiritual world."

"Except that their king is suspected of having gained knowledge of the spiritual world from dreams, the only relationship between them is that of creator and created."

"As for this stone tablet... it records the deeds of a certain 'blasphemer'. Compared to the golden human, she may be more closely related to the spirit world."

"Blasphemer? Are there blasphemers in the Golden Age?"

Hearing this, he was somewhat surprised. In the education that Hercules had received since childhood, golden humans were synonymous with perfect morality. Even in today's human world, the two words "gold" and "perfection" have some similarity in root and shape.

In the face of the great hero's doubts, Prometheus just shook his head slowly.

"She is indeed recorded as a blasphemer, but she is not a golden human."

"This is actually where she once lived, an ancient forest called 'Red Leaf Forest'."

"In that era, this place was not far from the settlement of the Golden Humans. Even these Immortals often came here to get water."

"Until one day, the 'blasphemer' left this place forever. And the place where she once lived was also hidden under the power of blasphemy."

"The power of blasphemy?"

His brows furrowed slightly, and vaguely, the great hero had a sense of déjà vu.

And in his chest pocket, Ander gave a direct reminder.

"witchcraft."

"If there is any power that the golden humans consider blasphemous, it is definitely not physical strength, but the ability to call the wind and rain like a god."

"Witchcraft is exactly this kind of power. After all, in that era, humans were the only mortals with wisdom, and there were no numerous paths to transcendence in the world."

"But this is also the first time I know that the origin of witchcraft is so ancient?"

"The Golden Age... the one who blasphemed the gods... the fact that she was called 'blasphemy' by the golden humans proves that she is definitely not a god, and she can use witchcraft... it's really surprising."

"I originally thought that witchcraft actually originated at the end of the Second Age, with the birth of the Goddess of the Magic Web. So, it turns out that she was not the original inventor of witchcraft?"

"Then who was the original inventor?"

The first time he encountered something of interest, Ender slowly crawled out of the big hero's pocket.

He looked at the stone tablet on the ground, but Prometheus just shook his head again.

"No, Ender, she was the original inventor."

“Or whether she is the inventor or not, she must be the first person to demonstrate the power of witchcraft in the world…”

His expression was complicated, and old memories flooded into his mind.

Prometheus still remembered that at that time he and his two brothers lived together in harmony.

At that time, he was arrogant and conceited, and thought he saw through the world.

Now, he was Zeus's prisoner, and Epimetheus was wanted by the new pantheon.

The giant god holding up the sky could not rest for a moment, and at the end of the West Sea he moved the sky.

"Hercules... You may not know that in that era, the Goddess of the Demonic Web was not a true god."

"She had no authority, no territory, and even no way to obtain divine power before the rise of faith." "So she was knocked down from the sky by her own parents and fell to a corner of the human world."

"No one knows that she will one day become the master of the magic network, the source of wizards, and the pioneer of innovative secret methods. The golden humans are just following the will of the gods and rejecting the existence of this 'blasphemous spirit'."

"This should be her former residence, where she first grew up."

"And she... Hercules, may be the one who may be related to the 'entrance to the spirit world' here."

Among the group of people, only Dionysus, who came later, had not met Ander.

Once under the eye of the sea, Prometheus had communicated with the puppet.

Therefore, he was not unfamiliar with the existence and some of the abilities of the former. The Forerunner raised his hand and signaled Ander to use his special ritual to illuminate the past traces of this place.

Since this place is related to the Goddess of the Demonic Net, let's try to find any traces of her.

Unless the other party has not returned here for an entire era, the influence of the great divine power, although strong, will not be able to extend up and down along the river of time and prohibit later generations from spying on what will happen here in the future.

With a slight nod of his head, Ender leaped out of the big hero's pocket.

Explore what happened in this era... No problem, this is also one of his divine abilities.

Drama and opera exist to reproduce things that have happened, or to interpret things that have never happened.

Peeping into history, compiling music, and ultimately deriving real power, this is one of Ander's methods.

So it didn't take long before a complicated ceremony appeared in the open space beside the pond.

The puppet's fingers moved slightly, and hundreds of paper figures fell to the ground pulled by invisible silk threads and danced around the ritual.

It was like a mysterious witch ritual, communicating something.

Watching silently, Hercules waited for the change to come.

The goddess of the magic web... was once not regarded as a god... blasphemers... the era changed...

I seem to have some understanding, but when I come to my senses, I realize nothing.

On the site of the former woods, blurry images gradually took shape.

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Wow…

The water in the pool gurgles and the river flows endlessly.

The bright moon shines on the water, and its reflection looks like a jade plate.

An unknown number of years ago, Hecate, dressed in a red dress, took small steps, jumped over a fallen tree, and turned around in a circle in the open space under the moonlight.

Not far away, the Moon Goddess covered her mouth and chuckled, but there was a hint of envy in her eyes.

When she was very young, she also longed for such a free life, but from the moment she was born, Yueyue was forced to be shrouded in the shadows of her father and brother.

Thousands of years have passed, Hyperion may have fallen asleep, Helios has become a pawn under Zeus, and she has finally regained her right to independence.

However, today, Selene can no longer do such a thing.

The marks left by her past repression are hard to erase...at least not now.

After all, it had not been long since the beginning of the new era, and the Bronze Men were still active on earth, even though they were unaware that their death was approaching...

"Ah—what are you doing?"

“Haha…what do you think(*^▽^*)?”

With a cry of surprise, the girl in the red dress secretly came behind the Moon Goddess who was immersed in her memories and gave her a big 'surprise'.

For a moment, the gloomy mood disappeared and a smile reappeared on the girl's face.

Obviously, even though she revisited the old place, Hecate could not hide the hidden emotions between Selene's brows, because it was here that she also experienced an imperfect childhood.

But compared to her friends, Hecate was never alone, she also had a talking stone tablet to accompany her, while Selene was alone... After playing for a while, it was unknown how long it had passed, the two immortal gods sat side by side on a huge rock beside the pool.

The water in the pool was above the ankles, and the shadows of the moon and people were intertwined.

Looking at the moon that she was supposed to be driving sliding across the sky, Selene couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

"Hekate... do you think that the god of the west wind who has been secretly following us for a while will go to the king of gods to report me..."

"I can be considered to have sneaked down here... Although I am different from my brother, I have not separated my priesthood, and I can control the moon without the help of a divine weapon... And the moon is not that strong..."

"Okay, don't think too much."

"Zeferos? I am a humble man, not worth mentioning."

"Didn't you see that he didn't really dare to hide his tracks when he was following? He was just pretending."

"As for that golden retriever... He can't even handle his own affairs, so how dare he come to trouble you."

"He is now eager to have less trouble and to collect the human faith that he treasures."

"If he dares to cause trouble for you, I will help you teach him a lesson."

"By comparison, do you remember the golden human we met on the road?"

“Tsk, I never thought that this once honest uncle would live until today, and even survived the end of the Golden and Silver Ages, and survived the demise of their Creator God Court…”

"Selene, you know, although I don't have a prophecy, my intuition tells me that he may have an inseparable connection with you, no, with your father and brother."

"Maybe one day they will go to war... Don't look at me like that. Even though Helios is a medium-level god, he is still just an ordinary human being. But intuition is irrational."

"Besides, you don't have a very good relationship with them, so would you still worry about him?"

The calves swayed, creating splashes on the water.

Hecate ignored the wind god and Zeus, and instead mentioned the most ancient human king.

But in her eyes, whether it was the Human King or the origin of the future path of human warriors, these identities were not taken seriously by her.

If there was anything about the other person that made her care, it was probably his kindness, which was difficult to conceal even though he had refused to contact her due to the oracle.

“This is both a good thing and a bad thing…”

"The golden humans... their kindness is unforgettable to me."

"But it is this kind of bottomless perfection that makes me feel that their destruction is what they deserve."

"They deserved what they got - what a ridiculous word to use for them, but that's what I think."

"Selene, what do you think?"

Her thoughts leaped around, and almost no one could keep up with Hecate's eccentric ideas.

But she didn't care, because she knew that no matter what she said, Selene would continue with her.

"I do not know……"

"But since you said so, then they deserved it."

Sure enough, Selene put Helios behind her in an instant and started talking about the golden human.

But she really had no impression of those people...so she just smiled gently, just like the moonlight that sprinkled down from the sky to the earth.

(End of this chapter)