Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 589: Holding the Heavenly Pillar to Surpass the North Sea

Lift up this bronze pillar?

Looking at the Pillar of Heaven, although Hercules didn't know how heavy it was, he could roughly guess it.

If this copper pillar is placed on the ground, even if all the mortals in the world work together, they would not be able to move it at all.

Mere weight means nothing to it; lifting it means lifting a little bit of the sky.

Even though he is always confident in himself, the great hero is not sure of success.

"...I'll pick it up."

Speaking calmly, Hercules leaped down to the pillar connecting the sky and the sea as Prometheus and Dionysus watched.

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Huhu——

Free fall, the wind whistles in my ears.

Passing through one sea of ​​clouds after another, the deep and boundless sea surface was getting closer and closer to the great hero.

The air seemed like a steel knife as it kept falling from the sky.

At a certain moment, the hero's figure stopped in mid-air.

Not far from him, a demigod with a human body and a fish tail was bound in front of Hercules with illusory chains wrapped around him.

Taking a step forward, the great hero tried to get the attention of the Son of Poseidon.

However, time seemed to have worn away Triton's will, and he showed no reaction to anything in the outside world.

Shaking his head helplessly, Hercules continued to move closer.

Faintly, as the distance got closer, he seemed to hear something.

Although he was not conscious at the moment, Triton's lips were constantly moving.

That was his obsession, and he couldn't forget it even now.

"... there is...,... kill..."

"Ok?"

"Come……"

"...If you have the guts...just kill me..."

"Come—kill me!"

The voice suddenly became high-pitched, and the Son of God with a human body and a fish tail suddenly opened his eyes.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the human in front of him, as if he mistook him for another being.

“Mortal, it’s you…hahahahahahaha…”

"You are a dead survivor from the golden age. You are still alive? You are still alive! You are still alive..."

“Ahahahahahahahahaha…”

"You got the wrong person."

With a slight frown on his face, Hercules tried to correct it.

However, in front of him, Triton didn't believe it at all.

His eyes could no longer see clearly, and even though his demigod body was flowing with burning divine blood, he was still inevitably heading towards decay and death.

But this kind of will, this kind of dazzling will that makes people unable to look directly at it, only that human being has it.

"...hehehe..."

"Mortal, are you here to laugh at me? You think you can laugh at me!"

"I, the son of Poseidon, am not one of your old, decayed cousins!"

"Mortals have their own way of dying, and gods have their own way of dying! This is something you will never be able to achieve!"

Shouting at the top of his lungs, Triton raised his neck high and looked at the golden human in his heart.

"Come, come and kill me - just kill me, and you will have to stay here for me..."

"Uh hahahahahaha…stay here…but you don't have the ability to do so!"

"Because even if it is to be punished, only the gods are qualified to do so—"

Click——!
A crisp sound rang out beside Triton.

The high-pitched voice paused, but Hercules did not stop.

When he stretched out his hand to cut off a chain of rules that bound the Son of Poseidon, the great hero felt an inexplicable restraint in the dark.

It seems that as Triton said, if he really peeled the other person's life off this bronze pillar, then no matter what form of peeling it was, he must replace his existence.

This is inevitable, because for thousands of years, when the first symbol of supporting the sky was integrated into the copper pillar, its existence itself affected the stability of the "sky".

If you can't lift it like Atlas, you can only support it with your life like Triton.

It’s just that the son of the sea god can move the sea, but mortals cannot affect the laws.

So Triton was right, mortals were not even qualified to be punished here.

However, Hercules did not stop his actions. He just continued to reach out and broke another chain.

Click...

Click...

Click...

……

One after another, sound after sound.

With lifeless eyes staring blankly, Triton could only see a vague figure flashing in front of him.

The shackles on his body peeled off bit by bit, and the Son of Poseidon felt unprecedented relaxation.

But at this moment he did not feel happy, but felt ashamed.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "What are you doing?"

"say!"

"say!!"

"answer me!!!"

I yelled loudly, but no one responded.

On the bronze pillar, all Triton could hear was the sound of snapping chains and the ever-passing pressure.

As time passed, the shackles became less and less... Conversely, with every passing moment, a pressure was transferred to Hercules.

However, for some reason, when the weight of the sky shifted along with the symbol of supporting the sky, the great hero not only did not feel heavy, but felt even more relaxed.

It was as if when the sky pressed down on him, something else left him.

The more things that were clamped onto him, the closer he was to something that was previously out of reach.

Gradually, Hercules' past deeds flashed around him one by one, starting with the fight with the giant lion in the mountains and ending with the defeat of the Sphinx with wisdom.

At a certain moment, the great hero had an epiphany - these concepts were both false and real.

If he is a god, such as the god of war, when the priesthood of "war" is shrouded in him, and when the laws of the world related to "war" are under his control, then he is theoretically qualified to change it, expand it, and improve it in his own name.

Just as Themis made laws for the world, if the god of war can promote some changes related to "war" in the world, his priesthood may be favored by the world and his upper limit may be increased; conversely, if he cannot change the world, he can also do something that conforms to the rules of "war" and is sufficient to affect the fate of the world under the influence of the world, which can also broaden the concept of his priesthood and make it more powerful.

However, over the past tens of millions of years, only a few have been able to do the former; occasionally some gods have been able to do the latter, but compared to the original strength of their priesthood, this increase seems insignificant.

Just like Hercules has done great things along the way, if he is a fanatical believer of the God of War, then this power will be fed back to Ares, which is enough to increase the origin of Ares' [War] priesthood by an amount equivalent to the power level 2 to 3, because his actions undoubtedly expand the concepts related to "combat", "skills", "morality", "war wisdom" and so on in war.

And if these things were done directly by the God of War himself, then this feedback could directly increase his divine power level 5, close to the divine power level 6, and directly raise the innate upper limit of his divine power.

However, these increases may seem like a lot, but they are nothing if placed in the realm of powerful divine power.

They are unable to even raise the level of their priesthood to a higher level. What's worse, because of the existence of faith, the divine power of the gods in the world now exceeds the upper limit of their own innate divine power level, and they cannot feel this enhancement at all.

Therefore, for the gods who need it, they cannot accomplish such a great thing; even for a god like Ares, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to accomplish similar things.

The rewards are not proportional to the effort, and as a result, no one pays attention to it anymore.

Only for the sun sealed in the starry sky, Helios took a shortcut - he skipped the process of broadening the concept and directly used the appropriate part of the alien sun concept to broaden Chaos' concept of [Sun].

This is also a way, but the probability of it happening is even smaller, and it requires more coincidence and luck.

Therefore, expanding the priesthood does not only rely on the strengthening of the world. It can also be actively guided by the gods to favor the world's will. This is one of the meanings of the existence of gods. Of course, since it is the meaning of the existence of gods, it also proves that all these things are said to God.

Because only by possessing a priesthood and having access to the Source Sea can such a great achievement and epic be accepted by the laws of the world and then produce a real effect.

Even if ordinary people do similar things, it will not be counted on them.

What the believers have done is attributed to God, and how much the gods can gain depends on the believers' faith; what the believers have done is attributed to the godhead. It is through this means that the godhead released by the [Civilization Slate] is gradually filled with concepts from the initial framework.

The empty [Glimmer] eventually gained the ability related to "healing"; it originally had little origin, but was just a concept created by the [Civilization Slate]. It was also gradually broadened in the unconscious exploration of the believers of the gods, and gradually possessed real abilities in the inner cycle of the world. (See 3-234)

Believers are to the gods, and faith in the gods is to the [Slate of Civilization] just as the gods are to the world.

After all, the gods were only users of the priesthood, not owners. It was just that, except when a new god was born, He had almost never deprived the gods of their priesthood, which gave the gods the illusion that the divine power belonged to them.

However, nothing in the world is certain, even the gods themselves are part of the world.

From the beginning to the end, perhaps only the original god and the lord of the interface can be exceptions to a certain extent. Only by mastering the characteristics of the creation field can they resist the rules of the world in specific fields... But these things have nothing to do with Hercules at the moment.

Shadows flashed around him, and past achievements turned into concepts.

Whether it is [War], [Victory], [Wisdom] or something else, these concepts can increase the power of these priesthoods.

But no matter which direction they moved, they would not increase Hercules' own strength.

Because he is not a god, he does not have a priesthood of his own as the key to open the source sea, allowing the power of the world's internal circulation to act on these concepts, and ultimately find the common point that integrates them with the priesthood as the center, and then integrate them into the priesthood to enhance its own origin.

He was just a human being now, even though the great hero at this moment already had the ability to bear the divine duties. This was the limitation of mortals, and it was also the most insurmountable barrier in the Age of Gods.

"call--"

With a long sigh, Hercules removed the last shackles, and Triton finally broke free from the bronze pillar that supported the heaven and earth.

Lying blankly among the clouds, he was a little dazed for a moment.

Ignoring his thoughts, the hero looked at the bronze pillar in front of him.

Countless chains were rushing towards him, trying to bind him to the bronze pillar, but their actions were in vain.

Hercules was at a loss for a moment and didn't know how to lift the huge bronze pillar.

Taking a step forward, the great hero placed his hand on it, sensing the last trace of the image supporting the heaven and earth that had not yet moved inside the copper pillar.

"How am I supposed to pick you up?"

His will asked.

The bronze pillar did not respond, it simply allowed that trace of image to become one with it.

Then, in a trance, Hercules felt that he had turned into a mountain, existing forever at the midpoint of the earth.

It is the highest mountain in the world and the land closest to the sky.

When the last trace of the image was completed in his consciousness, the bronze pillar was still out of reach.

But in the eyes of the great hero, this is just a piece of metal that can withstand thousands of years of hammering by the sea and sky without being damaged, and a body that he can control at will.

"Smaller, I can't hold you," he said.

He said so, and the copper pillar did so.

The sea trembled and the clouds shook.

The bronze column that had been rooted here for thousands of years rose up and then slowly shrank in Hercules' hand.

Beside the great hero, Triton's body was trembling slightly.

He didn't know what was happening. In his world, the golden human being returned to him.

He once again ignored his dignity as the Son of God and tore him off this place that had endured thousands of years of suffering. He then grabbed this former execution ground and turned it into a toy in his hands.

"Impossible...why...no...it can't be like this..."

Muttering to himself, Triton climbed up from the sea of ​​clouds.

He grabbed Hercules' ankles as if they were a life-saving straw.

"You're lying to me, right?"

"You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Father God is gone... It's all fake... Kill me, kill me, kill me, and accomplish your mission, and let me return to the real world!!"

tread.

"I don't know who you're talking about, but I'm not him."

Speaking calmly, Hercules took a step forward and freed Triton's hands.

"I won't kill you. Your life shouldn't be decided by me."

"Whether it's the golden human or the bronze human, or the god above the spirit world..."

"Go find them to die, not me."

The hero raised the bronze rod in his hand and looked at it carefully.

On the rod, alchemical inscriptions containing the mysteries of material transformation flickered and changed; at the two ends of the copper rod, two golden rings imprinted with [Sky] and [Sea] respectively shone brightly.

As the carrier of the symbol of supporting the sky, Mount Odisha in the past also possesses some imagery of the earth.

The sky, the earth, and the sea merged into one at this moment and were held in the palm of Hercules.

Raising his head slightly, the great hero gazed eastward intently.

He planned to test the power of this weapon.

Towards the earth... not so good.

Turning slightly, Hercules raised the bronze rod and swung it towards the North Sea.

(End of this chapter)