Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 595: Hunting God
The next day.

The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first.

Although the wars in the mythological era did not have such strict requirements, the vastness of the earth narrowed the gap between it and later generations.

In just half a month, the oracle from Olympia spread throughout the world.

It was the first time that the God of War personally led the army. He wanted to use war to retrieve the prisoners and kill the man who had destroyed his dignity on the battlefield.

At the same time, responses from pagan countries quickly came back.

In response to Ares's request, they bluntly called him a false god and declared that if he dared to set foot on the land illuminated by the Lord's glory, they would weave failure into a crown to replace the useless bronze helmet of the god of war.

For a moment, the eyes of the eastern world gathered, and Athens' war became overshadowed.

This was the first time in a thousand years that a god had taken action against a country that believed in one God.

So much so that when Ares' army marched eastward, countless believers spontaneously gathered under his command, hoping to do their part for the gods.

"This is my ability to mobilize people, my sister, you don't have to worry about me. Compared with the battlefields in the human world, the Mother Goddess's annual bath is more worthy of your attention."

"Every 120 years, the Mother Goddess will host a banquet for the gods after regaining her youth and share the sacred fruit from the garden with them."

"Once you have arranged it for her, it will be a good opportunity to celebrate my success."

……

world.

Nafplio.

Milky white hot springs bubble up from the ground and merge with the mountain spring water.

A golden cup floats in the spring water, and the light blue liquid contaminates the surrounding water droplets.

The war in the world is getting more and more intense, and the spirit of war seems to be spreading in the wilderness.

But it's different here. Around this city-state called Nafplio, everything is as peaceful as before.

Because the Kanassos Spring is here, no matter the war or chaos, it has never affected the tranquility here. (See 3-178)

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Holding the golden cup in hand, Heber waved.

The light golden holy power flowed through her body, evaporating all the water off her body.

Not long ago, the words spoken by his half-brother Ares seemed to be still vivid in his mind.

At that time, he had just drunk the fine wine he brewed, and was full of fighting spirit among thousands of troops.

But Hebe didn't know if what he said was true, she could only hope it was.

After all, as the other party said, the Mother Goddess's banquet is about to be held.

"Water in the sky, water under the ground, water that is neither in the sky nor on the ground, the essence of the four oceans."

Holding the golden cup in his hand, Heber murmured softly.

"I, Hebe, the goddess of youth, bless you with my supreme authority."

"When you flow through my golden cup, I will leave you my youth; youth will melt in your water, and you will restore purity to those who bathe in it..."

"You are my symbol, O Fountain of Karnassus, the bathing place of Hera, the Queen of Heaven."

"The Great Mother Goddess is on her cycle here. She came here as a married woman and left the fountain as an unmarried woman."

"O guardian of marriage... unmarried girls pray to you for happiness."

"O patron saint of marriages... married wives beg you for fidelity."

"Your daughter is offering you a gift to purify your anxiety, fatigue and aging, so that you can return to your virginity and regain your youth..."

Heber whispered softly, accompanied by the silent vibration of the law.

This is a ceremony that will last for several days, culminating in the beginning of spring, when all things begin to grow, to welcome the hostess of Mount Olympus, Queen Hera, to bathe here.

This steadfast and loyal goddess seldom leaves Mount Kinabalu, but this is the place she visits every year.

There are even poems sung in the world to praise this great holy spring of Karnassus.

"...But Erwin, few people know that, unlike those other legendary springs, the Holy Spring of Karnassus was actually nothing at the beginning."

"The devils of Hell once said that at the midpoint of the Nine Hells, there is a sacred spring in the atrium that purifies everything; the goddess of beauty Aphrodite also has a spring that can restore her chastity. She bathed in the sea water of Paphos, and the three goddesses of beauty danced for her. When she came out of the sea, she seemed to be reborn."

"But Hera is different. Initially, it was just a simple spring. Just like every spring on earth, it had no special function."

"Until that day, Hebe, the goddess of youth, was born, and changes began to take place."

On the nameless barren hill, an oak cane rests on the ground.

With the respectful help of his students, the old man walked step by step to the top of the barren mountain.

Her cloudy eyes looked into the distance. Not far from Nafplio, the goddess was chanting a ballad.

“You see, this is God… this is the power of God.”

"Powerful and special, elusive and difficult to replicate. Their birth will have a subtle but tangible impact on the entire world, causing this spring to transform along with her."

"The Queen of Heaven gave birth to the goddess of youth, and Hebe gave her back her true youth."

"Well, Erwin, do you understand anything?"

The old man asked with a smile, pointing his cane into the distance.

But next to him, the middle-aged man was already extremely nervous.

"Teacher...I..."

"No...we really have to..."

"Haven't we already done that?"

The old man asked back, but Erwin just shook his head.

"But he was just an ancient god that no one cared about, and at that time, all his power was drained away by Typhon!"

"But this one..."

"But this one is the beloved daughter of Hera, the Queen of Heaven, and Zeus, the King of Gods, and a well-known deity in the Olympian pantheon - but Erwin, what is the difference between them?"

"Whether it's important or not, if you're discovered, the result will be the same. You should know this."

No, it's different, Erwin protested in his mind.

The risks of the two are completely different, so how can they be equated? However, he did not dare to refute his teacher. After all, he knew that although he was the one who did most of the experiments, it was always this old man who came up with the real ideas.

If the other party's body had not already decayed, he would probably not be able to assist in many things.

In Silvermoon City, there are actually many wizards who are more talented and capable than him.

It’s just like the teacher said, in this world, position and mentality are far more important than ability in many cases, and knowing yourself and making choices are far more important than talent.

So hundreds of years have passed, and he is still alive and has reached this position, while those "capable" people have been killed without leaving any trace.

Even though Medea looked down on him and the other great wizards only gave him the most basic respect for the sake of their teacher, he was already content.

It is important for people to know themselves. Since he has never been a smart person, he should just follow the truly smart people.

"Teacher, I understand."

Nodding silently, Erwin was respectful.

"So when do we start? Should we wait for the battle to start over there?"

"Do not."

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head.

"Let's do it now."

"After all, if we really wait until then...it might be too late."

It was too late to explain anything, and the middle-aged man tactfully did not ask any questions.

Standing on the nameless barren mountain, the two waited quietly.

It was not until the sun gradually set and the moon had not yet risen that the old man nodded slowly, his expression slightly changed. "It's almost time... now."

"But remember - Erwin, the key to this operation does not lie with me, but with you."

Leaning on the ground with his cane, the old man gave his final instructions:

"Complete the task I assign to you at the most appropriate time and at the most appropriate node. This is something only you can do. I have given you full control over the artificial magic network. Don't let me down."

"You should know that, unlike the God of Stars, Hebe's authority is naturally linked to life. This is the closest path to eternal life."

"Although you are average in talent, Erwin, we all know that." Looking into the student's eyes, the old man said with some encouragement: "You are not as good as your peers, let alone Medea."

"But given endless time, they will eventually be your stepping stones."

"This is the reward that hardworking people deserve."

"Yes...I understand, teacher!"

He spoke in a deep voice and clenched his fists slightly. At this moment, the long-lost passion of blood surged into his heart.

Yes, just like the teacher said, if my one day is not as good as others’, I will use ten days or twenty days to compare.

So what if you are a descendant of God? So what if you have a longer life? Can you compare it with eternal life?

Taking a deep breath, Erwin bowed deeply to the old man.

"Teacher, I'll go first then."

"As long as you give an order, the power you need will fall to the most appropriate place."

The words fell, without hesitation.

With a fluctuation in space, the middle-aged man disappeared directly on this nameless hillside.

Only the old man continued to stand here, welcoming the arrival of night.

"Haha... you're really full of energy."

After a long moment, the old man chuckled.

When Erwin received the message that everything was ready, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the goddess of youth who was still performing the ceremony.

"It can't be helped. Who told me to... forget it."

"It's all your own fault, how can you blame me?"

Shaking his head slightly, the old man tapped the ground with his cane.

The next moment, on the plain at the end of his vision, the light and shadow of Nafplio seemed to tremble slightly, and then became a little blurry.

It seemed as if something was activated in the dark.

But at this moment, the mortals in that city-state are still unaware of it.

"Human sacrifice is forbidden by the gods."

"Fortunately, I'm not a believer."

With a calm expression, the old man took a step forward and came to the top of the Kanassos Spring.

He stretched out his hand, and the next moment, in the heart of Hebe, the goddess of youth who was maintaining the ceremony, a shadow called "death" that the gods had never experienced suddenly enveloped her heart.

……

At the same time, in the southeast of the continent, in Silver Moon City.

A thousand years is like a day, and a day is like a thousand years.

The temple on the high cliff was the same as the last time Chiron came.

A breeze blew by, creating the sound of wind chimes.

But this time, standing in the hall, the Centaur no longer came for help.

"Lord Chiron, how did you feel about your time in Olympia?"

It was still one of the three people from last time, a young man in his twenties standing in the temple.

The silver-gray hair seemed to silently tell his age, and standing in front of him, Chiron shook his head helplessly.

"It's just a period of imprisonment, but thanks to you, it's not that hard."

"Hercules rescued me. He was a wise and brave young man... Let me tell you about me."

"You called me here today. I heard it was about something related to the teacher?"

"Strictly speaking, not really."

The young-looking archbishop, with gray hair draped over his shoulders, smiled and waved his hand, with a casual attitude.

But the next moment, what he said made Chiron's heart tighten.

"You know, considering the oracles and help the angels once gave, the church has always respected Her Majesty Artemis, Her Majesty Selene, and Her Majesty Hecate."

"We do not regard them as false gods, but as colleagues of the angels. Therefore, we will temporarily ignore many of the things they did before, such as blaspheming life, creating undead, and even dividing souls like your students did."

"After all, the great light of the Dark Moon can also create the dead, and everything is part of reincarnation. Plus, you sealed up those forbidden researches at the right time, so all of this is acceptable."

"Until recently, you know, a being from Mount Olympus sneaked into Silvermoon City. Although the White Tower did not take the initiative to inform us of this matter in the end, I still knew about it."

"This matter could be a big deal or a small one. After all, they just played a trick on the 'honorable' wind god. However, what's interesting is that when we tried to track down what the wind god had done in order to prevent any accidents... we were blocked by a barrier."

"barrier?"

With a confused look on his face, Chiron had no idea what the other person was talking about.

"How is this possible?"

"Can't the magic of the archbishops summon the projection of the artifact? Under the shadow of the legendary [Book of History], what in the mortal world can block your pursuit?"

"Yes, I think so too."

Nodding slowly, the young man was still smiling, but the Centaur inexplicably felt a chill.

"Nothing in the mortal world can stop the pursuit of the [Book of Years]. It is the shadow of the Lord reflected in history and a symbol of His suppression of the past."

"Even if it's just a projection, it has a power that most false gods cannot resist - but unfortunately, there happens to be one there."

"[Artificial Magic Network], if my divine magic summons the shadow of the Lord in charge of [History], then it is a counterfeit of the authority of the [Magic Network]."

"In Silvermoon City, inside Her Majesty Hecate's puzzle lock, I can't break it without attracting the attention of its owner - so Lord Chiron, can you tell me... what's there?"

"...I...I don't know..."

Cold sweat ran down his back and the Centaur was speechless.

He knew his excuse was weak, but he really couldn't find a way to explain himself.

I don't know... who would believe it. However, the fact is that although he spread the original magic for the Goddess of the Magic Network, he really has nothing to do with the White Tower.

But contrary to Chiron's expectations, the young man nodded.

"You don't know, I believe, otherwise I wouldn't be the one coming to see you today."

"But respected Lord Chiron, the world-renowned Centaur Sage - do you have any way to let us know about this thing that we don't know?"

"Of course!"

The answer came quickly this time, and Chiron gave a slight salute.

"I can take you there."

"Although the control of the Silvermoon City Mystery Lock has fallen into the hands of the twelve clock towers, they only made a 'key'."

"And I am the key itself."

"very good."

Smiling again, the young man raised his hand in a gesture.

The matter of the God of War Ares is being watched by two other people. Since the accompanying wizards are full of confidence, let them face the test of the false god king.

As for cleaning the backyard…there’s nothing I can do about it.

The old woman can't tolerate any injustice, and the other one is too gentle.

In the end...it's still up to him to do it.

(End of this chapter)