Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 594 Send Troops
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Squeak——

boom……

The unguarded door opened wide and then closed behind him.

In the empty corridor, clear footsteps echoed in the temple like the beat of drums.

The witch's robe drags on the ground and she holds a scepter that is more symbolic than practical. Her expression is casual and natural.

Although the meeting was about to begin, she still had time to appreciate the murals and reliefs on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

A hundred years, a thousand years, history is condensed on it, and this is also the unique hobby of people of this era.

They seemed to have inherited the habit of writing history on stone tablets from the Golden Age, and liked to engrave myths and facts on hard stone.

"But this doesn't make any sense... What a useless ritual."

With divergent thoughts, Medea criticizes the so-called traditions as usual.

After all, in the Golden Age, it was humans who chose stone rather than anything else, probably just because of technological limitations.

In their eyes, stone is probably the most common and durable thing.

But as time goes by to today, stone is no more durable or easier to write on than a demon's skin... Wizards have a better way to make their writings last for thousands of years.

"Tradition always has its meaning, Medea, even for us."

“Things that are powerful are not necessarily old, but things that are old usually contain power.”

“Learn to respect history and tradition… You are not young anymore.”

At the end of the corridor, an old and gentle voice came from there.

It’s this old guy again… There was a trace of fear in his eyes, but Medea’s rebuttal was not polite.

"Crooked."

"True power must be across time and space, just as we imagine witchcraft, gods, and alchemy to be the common end."

“Let everything return to one point, and one point is everything. So the ancient is not necessarily the powerful, and the powerful must be ancient. This is the real truth.”

"In contrast, some of the dregs of the old times should be left in the trash rather than on the table, affecting the future generations' progress."

She was dismissive of the old man's words, even though she knew she was the one making unreasonable arguments.

After all, the old man was talking about reality, and she was talking about unproven conjectures...but that's how quarrels work.

Stride forward and pass through the gate at the end of the corridor.

The narrow space suddenly became wide, and behind the door was a huge semicircular meeting room upside down on the ground.

Twelve tables were suspended in the air, most of which were occupied.

Apart from those who couldn't come for the time being, am I the last one... Ignoring the angry gaze of a middle-aged man, Medea casually nodded to the old man who had spoken before.

The witch jumped up and came to the seat that belonged to her, then leaned lazily on the armrest.

He scanned the venue and found a timing device.

After counting down to three, Medea said calmly:
"Well, 3...2...1...I'm here, and I'm three breaths ahead of schedule. I'm not late."

"So if there are no problems, can we get started? After all, everyone's time is tight, there's no need to waste it here."

"you--!"

The middle-aged wizard slammed the table and stood up angrily.

There was this indifferent attitude again. He had long disliked this witch of divine descent who had never behaved properly.

However, Medea did not even look at him for his anger.

She just looked at the old man at the top, asking him with her eyes what was going on.

"Ahem...Okay, Erwin, sit down first."

"Medea, you should also stop talking."

At the front end of the twelve suspended platforms, the old man tapped the ground lightly with a dark oak cane, and looked towards the witch.

Cloudy eyes, sparse hair, weak breath of life... No matter how you look at it, this is the appearance of a dying person.

However, looking at this scene, Medea took a deep breath and managed to sit up straight.

A hundred years ago, this old guy was already like this. At that time, she thought he was finally going to die, but a hundred years later, he still looked half dead.

The witch was not entirely sure how he had broken through the limits of mortal lifespan, but one thing was certain.

She was indeed very afraid of this old guy, so even though she used various methods to test his condition every time, as long as the other party became serious, she would still remain cautious.

"……very good."

Looking away, the old man's smile remained gentle.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started."

"In fact, the reason why I summoned you here today is because of a matter concerning the future and survival of the White Tower."

"Some of you may have known this already, while others may not care about the world... But it doesn't matter, I will explain everything clearly."

"Thirteen days ago, the main god of Mount Olympus, the god of war Ares, descended upon Olympia."

"Seven days ago, under his call, hundreds of thousands of troops and millions of farmers and servants gathered around their royal city."

"They are on high alert, calling on priests and nobles from all directions."

"Two days ago, Ares personally took the position of commander-in-chief and led a million troops all the way east."

"And the purpose of his declared expedition...is to target the respected sage, the apprentice of the goddess of the magic web, the centaur Chiron."

There was a slight pause, as if to give people time to digest the news. And someone on the platform asked directly.

"So what you mean is?"

"That's not what I meant," the old man shook his head, "It's what we meant."

"Years ago, the stars had already indicated the coming of war. But exactly when the war would come, to what extent it would develop, and whether it would have anything to do with us, has always been a mystery."

"Until today, the God of War put an end to these speculations with his own death. This war will affect both the human and god worlds, and Silvermoon City will not be spared."

“Ares, the god of war of Olympus, will surely thrive in such an environment—but what we really need to discuss now is whether we should do anything in this war, to what extent we should do it, and how we should do it.”

"I know that some of you may have other ideas, and staying in Silvermoon City is not an inevitable choice for you."

"But no matter what, since you are still here, Ares's troops are the problem we need to deal with."

The old man's words were very clear, and when he finished speaking, the people on the suspended platform couldn't help but look at each other subconsciously.

Other thoughts... Yes, although they are familiar with each other, no one dares to be sure of the other's position.

For a long time, until one moment, Medea was the first to break the silence.

"I abstain."

Speaking calmly, the witch's eyes swept across the hall.

"I will fulfill my responsibilities as the master of the clock tower and protect this city, but that's all." "As for the rest, I will not get involved."

"I also abstain."

Immediately afterwards, a wizard whose real age was unknown but who looked like a teenager stood up.

"The Centaur's behavior is too crazy. He has the goddess to rely on, but we don't."

"I also abstain."

"I also abstain."

"I will not participate in the following discussion...regardless of whether you fail or succeed."

The next moment, two more voices were heard, followed by two flashes of light.

Following Medea and the young wizard, the two tower masters who chose to 'abstain' were directly teleported out of the hall according to the procedure.

If you give up expressing your opinion, you are also giving up your right to know.

No matter what happens here later, it has nothing to do with them.

"Four people abstained...are there any others who want to abstain?"

With no expression of either sadness or joy, the old man glanced at everyone present.

"This is not your obligation, and you have the right to choose to refuse."

"..."

No one answered for a long time and the hall was completely silent.

Until one moment, a gray-haired old woman, also leaning on a cane, tapped the ground lightly.

From the outside, she was not much younger than the old man. If the latter was already in the coffin, then she was only one step away.

"It's enough... everyone who should leave has left."

"Medea is a descendant of gods. She still has a long life ahead of her. She will not take any risks."

"Although Qi Rui is not a child anymore, we old guys can guess that he wants to go to hell - the world of demons."

"They all have their own ideas, which is nothing bad, but isn't it time for you to tell us about your plans as well?"

"Half of the remaining people here are your disciples... You should have nothing to fear, right?"

"Caution... is always necessary."

The old man spoke lightly and moved his fingers.

Silently, pieces of paper covered with small words appeared in front of the people present.

"A contract to keep a secret... I have to say, the devils are really powerful in this regard."

"If their rules weren't so strict, I wouldn't have come this far..."

The contracts that were signed were automatically signed, and the invisible constraints officially came into effect. The old man finally nodded slowly.

There was a flash of coldness in his cloudy eyes, and he spoke calmly, telling us his real plan.

"In fact, you should have some guesses about the experiments I have done over the years... Even if you don't know it at first, as long as you think more, you can always find some connection."

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, what you do in private should be related to God."

With an expression that showed that it was as she expected, the old woman shook her head gently.

"But my guess only stops here. I still don't know exactly what you have done and what you are planning. In fact, I am more curious about... since you have already found a way to prolong your life, why would you choose to continue taking risks with your personality?"

"This is unreasonable and does not conform to your usual code of conduct. The only explanation is that you have run out of materials."

"After all, it's not easy to obtain materials from gods, unless you capture a living god. So in this war, your goal is the flesh and blood of the gods or something else, right?"

"If you want to take action against Ares, it won't be that easy."

"..."

"Haha...you really understand me."

After a moment's silence, the old man laughed a few times, as if lamenting the old woman's vision.

"Indeed, unless we can capture a god, no matter how much material we have, we will eventually run out of it."

"But you're wrong about one thing. What happens to Ares actually has nothing to do with me. Although he is very powerful among the gods, the strength of a god is not important to my experiment."

"In fact, compared to Ares, my target is someone else... I wonder if you have heard of the ancient god of stars, Astraeus?"

"God of the Stars?"

The old woman frowned, then quickly relaxed:
"I remember him, the descendant of the Titan God. He has not appeared in the world for thousands of years... Wait, you don't want to capture him directly? You want to capture a god?"

"Isn't this possible?"

The old man spoke lightly and smiled.

"It's not impossible for gods to hunt in groups. But in order to prevent any accidents, I need you to defeat Ares on the front battlefield and attract enough attention for me, and even attract the attention of all the gods who have time to pay attention to the human world."

"Only in this way can I complete my plan."

"And in return, I will sign a contract with you. As long as my plan succeeds, I will put Astraeus under our joint surveillance. Anyone will have the right to study the secrets of the gods through him."

"At the same time, I will also hand over the location and some of the data from my previous experiments to you and share my results with you."

"How is it? This sincerity should be enough."

"Every word I said before can be written into the contract, and the devil's creations will witness my oath."

Is that enough?

It was certainly enough, and it even exceeded the old woman's expectations.

Hand over the experimental site, open up preliminary data, and even share the greatest achievement - the successful capture of the gods in the future.

According to her previous thoughts, it was already a very good result that the old man was willing to sign the contract and promised to share enough finished products with them.

But in this case, the old woman couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

"...Okay, but I'll be the one to draw up the contract. Of course, you can watch."

After thinking for a while, the old woman still couldn't find any problems and finally couldn't resist the temptation.

"As for Ares, he's not a problem."

"Even if the priesthood of [War] can bring him additional power, he is not alone."

"And dealing with the armies of mortals couldn't be easier."

Eternal life... I didn’t take it seriously when I was young.

It was not until I got old that I realized the value of this word.

She sighed in her heart. If possible, the old woman didn't want to do something with unknown risks, but she no longer had time.

Even though she knew the road ahead was risky, she had no choice but to walk forward in the darkness with a lantern.

(End of this chapter)