Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 590 The Third Piece of the Puzzle

Northland.

Mount Nisa.

On the endless mountains, traces of Typhon's past can be vaguely seen.

On the cold and lonely mountain peak, the temple of the three goddesses of Moirai faces the cold wind of the north.

For thousands of years, the three goddesses of fate exercised their authority here, weaving brocade that depicts all living beings... However, things are different now.

Today, there are no longer any busy figures on Mount Nisa.

Atropos and Lachesis were long gone, and only the youngest of the three sisters remained.

Clotho, the weaver of the thread of life, is the only one who has never been harmed by the poison of fate.

The part that belonged to her had always been borne by her two sisters.

She only needed to sit on Mount Nisa and fulfill her inherent responsibilities.

Even today, when Lachesis has been sealed, she still has not been hit by the backlash of fate.

Because unlike Atropos, the goddess who measured fate had no chance to react at all, her time was fixed at that moment.

Including herself, she and the poison of fate were sealed behind the door, so that Clotho was unaware of her fate...

So sitting alone on the huge rock at the top of the mountain, the girl-like Clotho turned her back to the center of the earth.

That was where humans were active, and it was also where two goddesses of fate had been, but she didn't want to see them.

With an escapist mentality, Kloto stared at the cold North Sea in a daze.

"Sister... have you found the 'mastermind' you are going to find?"

The goddess' pupils were dilated, and she wasn't looking at anything in particular, but was taking everything in with a blank look.

She didn't know what she should do now, or what she could do...

"..."

"Huh? What is that?"

There was a long silence, with only the sound of the wind as companion.

However, at a certain moment, Kloto seemed to have discovered something.

Even without using her right to observe fate, she could still feel that another huge shift seemed to be happening.

Boundless malice came from the void, but this time it was different from usual.

The wisps of black air seemed to be shining through the shadow of Lachesis left on her fate and onto her body.

This should not have been possible, because as long as the goddess of fate wanted, they would be able to withstand this level of backlash.

Compared to Atropos in the past, Lachesis is now far from the limit of what she can bear, and she has no intention of giving up the responsibility.

So feeling the boundless sin and the panic that penetrated her bones, Kloto knew that something might have happened to her second sister as well.

At least she had lost her consciousness and could not actively sense the tide of fate.

call--!
Subconsciously turning her head, the goddess looked towards the west.

There, the boiling fate seemed to be burning, and a black shadow that penetrated the sky and the earth pierced into the sky.

The black shadow pressed down, carrying with it the oppression of the material world and the turbulence of the long river of fate. It carried the weight of the sky as it smashed from the West to the North Sea.

boom--

No sound was heard, because great sounds are silent and great images are invisible.

With his arms trembling and clasped together, Kloto looked at the North Sea that was hit, and felt a darkness before his eyes.

In just this one moment, countless destinies were changed... and this is just the beginning.

"The garden... the garden, Ladon!"

Biting his lower lip lightly, Kloto tried to stand up, but found that he had no strength in his legs at all.

Although the backlash of fate had not really fallen on her at this moment, she knew it.

If this was a war, they had already lost before it even started.

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Wow…

Western Sea, the sea area near Atlas.

Lurking in the sea, Epimetheus took a look at the son of Poseidon falling from the sky, and chose to continue watching the trajectory of the falling stick.

Simple, direct, nothing fancy.

This stick carries the weight of the sky. No matter if it is a human or a god, if they do not have the "qualification", then at this moment, it is like facing a finger dropped by the god of the sky.

When a stick fell, the North Sea shook, the waves touched the clouds, and the aftermath calmed the vast sea.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he knew very well that if this attack was aimed at him, it could easily take away half of his life.

From now on, in the entire human world, throughout the two worlds of gods and humans, there are probably only a handful of beings who can fight against this great hero who is still a mortal.

And if after a while, he takes over the power lent to him by Atlas, even if all the gods regain their power, they will probably be defeated.

After all, in terms of combat power, this Titan who is in charge of the priesthood of [Strength] is extremely powerful, and the rise of the power of the sky and the world for nearly ten thousand years has made him stand at the pinnacle of powerful divine power, and almost no one can defeat him.

With his help, neither the hundred-headed dragon Ladon nor the gods could do anything evil to that human.

"Tsk... this is destiny..."

"Pandora, you have held your 'fate' for so long, why can't you be like him?"

Shaking his head and sighing, Epimetheus turned his gaze back to look at Triton that fell into the sea.

It is your destiny to die at the hands of a witch holding a magic jar. The death you sought has now come to you.

"I don't know whether it is destiny that makes a hero, or only heroes can bear destiny... hehe... never mind, no matter what, I can't be a so-called hero."

"Pandora, go ahead and make good use of Triton's last life."

"Poseidon is gone, and the trident is far away from the material world. The [tsunamis], [storms], and [earthquakes] that he controlled are no longer under control, and the laws are in chaos... Soon, the two beings who can use the power of gods in the human world will fight each other on the sea... This is your best opportunity."

"It's just...ah..."

Sighing again and finally keeping silent, Epimetheus's gaze drifted across the sky for the last time.

Pandora put on a dead face and ignored him, but she was the one that Mother Earth truly valued. Compared to her, he was just a by-product.

Hercules would never know such a person as him, yet he was like the center of this era, qualified to hold up even the sky.

Even his brother, whom he had always looked down upon, had now escaped from his cage and was following this great hero of the world. He wondered if there would be any new developments.

What does this prove?
This proves that sometimes it’s not that you don’t work hard, but that luck has never been on your side.

If his position was reversed with Pandora's, Epimetheus would not care about the Earth Mother's control. As long as he was still useful, he would have a chance to do something, just like his marriage with Pandora arranged by Zeus.

But unfortunately, when you are not even of any value, there is really nothing you can do.

Secretly shaking his head, the latecomer was about to turn around and leave the place to Pandora, but he suddenly seemed to remember something and looked back at his brother's position.

Prometheus's disguise could deceive others, but his style and habits could not be hidden from himself... But next to him, what did that person do? "Zeus's man?"

“Is it possible that after all these twists and turns, I still have to rely on His Majesty the Divine King to break through…?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, but Epimetheus did not show it, he just kept Dionysus' existence in his heart.

Everyone has his or her own unique position in the world. Looking back from the perspective of hindsight, many major events with far-reaching impacts may have originated from an insignificant ordinary person.

If there was a chance, he might try to contact the other party. After all, Zeus himself could not see it, but his subordinates could still try.

On the one hand, the current God King is no longer the same as he was in the past. It is too dangerous to advance to the great Zeus, and he is not as easy to understand as Gaia, so it is really difficult to deal with him.

On the other hand...it is because of the existence of Mother Earth.

It would be fine if she contacted other gods, but if she contacted Zeus... She was afraid she would go crazy again.

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boom--

Above the sky, under the stars.

Holding the copper stick in his hand, the hero swung it out.

So casual and natural, without the slightest stagnation. Over the past thousands of years, this pillar has long been integrated with the image of supporting the sky.

At this moment, as the image found its most suitable carrier, the bronze pillar naturally recognized its master.

Then he smashed it with a stick, turning the sea and the river upside down.

In Hercules' palm, the bronze pillar could change as he wished. It could be held in his hand, or it could be transformed into a divine pillar spanning thousands of miles of sea.

“It looks like I succeeded.”

I took a deep breath and a feeling of genuine joy surged in my heart.

Along the way, the great hero never had a weapon that was truly suitable for him. Even the bronze sword forged by the god of craftsmanship seemed to be no more than that.

After all, according to his habits, he still prefers heavy weapons that can exert strength rather than light weapons that rely more on skills... It was not until today when he had the copper stick in his hand that he truly felt what satisfaction was.

"Sir Atlas."

He flew up into the sky and met the giant god that supported the sky again.

This time, the hero finally saw some respect in the other party's eyes.

"Ancient Titan, as you can see. I have lifted this copper pillar and felt the weight of the sky."

"Now, am I qualified to stand here and fulfill my promise to you?"

"of course."

Without further ado, Sky-holder spoke calmly.

He had no intention of rejecting the other party. The so-called test before was just to prove that Hercules was indeed that person.

So looking at the human being in front of him who was as tiny as dust, Atlas retracted one of his arms that was supporting the sky.

The next moment, the sky trembled violently, as if it had sunk three inches toward the northwest.

However, having supported the sky for nearly ten thousand years, Titan would not allow it to collapse so easily.

With a push of the right arm, the downward trend was immediately stopped.

Seeing that the sky was stabilized, Atlas' left arm broke out of thin air and then disappeared into the air bit by bit.

"This……"

In the darkness, the sky is the transit point.

Hercules only felt a powerful force pouring into his body, as if Ander had once lent him divine power.

Mortals cannot withstand this tremendous force, and even other demigods in the world will be destroyed by the divine power of the gods.

But when it comes to him, even though these powers from others are so violent, they are still unable to destroy the body of the great hero.

"Human, if you possess the symbol that supports the sky, the shackles of this world will be unlocked for you."

"But just because you can ignore it doesn't mean the person who provides you with power can also... So only the divine power you get from me can allow you to use it freely in the battle with Ladon."

"This is one of my hands. It contains thirty percent of my strength. With it, you can kill Ladon yourself."

"When that demon dies, this power will naturally return to me... But human, you must remember."

The Titan spoke lightly with a grim tone.

"You have taken over my power, and one day in the future you will take over the sky for me."

"When you have dealt with everything, the sky will be your responsibility."

"Of course I will."

He spoke in a deep voice and the great hero nodded.

"Hercules...a promise is worth a thousand gold."

Holding the bronze stick tightly, the great hero once again looked towards the island above the North Sea, the garden where Queen Hera planted the golden apple tree.

His intuition told him that once he set foot on the island, the shackles of the God King might no longer bind the offspring of the King of Monsters, but would let it go out to sea to fight with him.

Of the two of them, only one will survive, as evidenced by the demonic remains in the great hero.

There was no way Ladon would let him go, either from the perspective of collecting the remains of his own kind or from the psychological perspective of revenge for his own people.

But today, even great heroes are no longer afraid of it.

"Andre, I won't break the golden apple tree."

He asked himself, if it was the authentic golden apple tree, then Hercules would not be worried, but the one planted by the Queen of Heaven was a pirated one.

It does not have the immortal ability of the former, nor does it have the vitality to draw from the source of life and constantly regenerate.

Once it is damaged, I am afraid it cannot be saved.

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

"Ladon and it are on the same island, and they haven't destroyed it yet, which proves that there must be some power protecting its safety."

"Just go ahead, and let me see the power of the Titans."

Shaking his head slightly, the puppet gave his own answer.

"it is good."

After receiving a positive answer, the last bit of hesitation disappeared.

With one step forward, Hercules crossed a distance of ten thousand miles.

The divine power representing [strength] gathers in the body of the great hero, and the compatibility of the two is also extremely compatible.

In just a few steps, the island of Tianhou was already in sight.

As if sensing the arrival of the person, just like before, the hundred-headed dragon roared towards the sky.

However, this time, all that greeted it was the blade of a stick falling from the sky.

(End of this chapter)