Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 597 Life Refining: Fake

In any case, the plans that once existed no longer exist.

Faced with reality, the old man must change his plans.

Fortunately, it’s not too late and I discovered it in time.

If it's any later, it might be too late to save the situation.

"Teacher, I'm sorry for the trouble."

He stood aside with his head down, blaming himself. Although he didn't know why the old man was lecturing him again, the middle-aged man had already gotten used to it.

After all, over the past few hundred years, facts have told him more than once that if he doesn't understand why the teacher is angry, it's probably just that he hasn't seen the root of the matter.

And every time it comes to the end, the outcome proves the foresight of the former.

"Forget it, it's been so many years."

"If you could change it, you would have changed it long ago."

"Today, there is no need to change it... Come, let's start the next step."

Shaking his head slowly, the old man felt his body begin to tremble.

The power of time is not something that mortals can covet. Without the divinity that can truly complete the sublimation process from nothing to something on its own, there is no way to be immune to the countercurrent of time.

In less than a second in the outside world, he not only exhausted the vitality restored by the last bottle of 'Blood of the Star' potion, but also exhausted his own remaining life... Fortunately, things will soon take a turn for the better.

"Erwin, go ahead."

"Although you are still young, you should have begun to feel the urgency of life."

"While preparing for your next ritual, you might as well take a taste of the 'Fountain of Youth'."

"After all, mythology records that the golden cup of the goddess of life contains divine water that can heal the sick and regenerate the old."

"is teacher!"

This time, there was finally a hint of joy and desire in the middle-aged man's tone.

The hunt was successful, and it was time to enjoy the fruits of your labor.

His figure flashed and he came to the dark vision that was still shrouded in a shattered space. He carefully calmed the spatial fluctuations nearby, fearing that any unnecessary consequences would occur.

The eleventh-ring great sorcery, the Singularity of Destruction, was additionally enhanced by the old man with more than one top-level spellcasting technique during the casting process, and in the end, they were cleverly combined together without any rejection.

Indistinctly, its power has exceeded a certain limit. Even the previous [Ten Rings Witchcraft: Large Space Lock] was not essentially to lock the goddess of youth, but to calm the shock caused by [Destruction Singularity] in the space field, so as not to attract too much attention.

As for restricting the goddess of youth? That's just overthinking.

If her divine shield was successfully broken and she lost all resistance, there would be no need for the old man to restrict her.

On the other hand, if she can still use divine power to resist... then the Ten Rings Witchcraft will not be able to stop her from leaving.

Soon, as spells to calm the space were released one after another, the spells that had consumed most of the power of the gods finally calmed down a little.

After carefully casting the spell and pulling it, soon a piece of torn skirt finally appeared in front of Erwin.

"what?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and only realized it after Heber was completely dragged out.

The divine body that should have been torn into pieces by the distorted space was surprisingly intact, and it didn't even look like it had suffered any damage.

Not only that, even the young goddess's light blue skirt, which was made of some unknown plant fibers and had long been torn into pieces, was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Apart from the large amount of divine blood spilled around, the middle-aged man couldn't tell that this was a god who had suffered severe damage.

“Is this [Youth]? Even plants that have been made into clothes will be affected, let alone a real human like me…”

His heart was beating violently, and he resisted the urge to swallow the spilled divine blood.

The middle-aged man knew that unprocessed divine blood could not be used. He simply summoned a magic rope to bind the former, and then took the golden cup with all kinds of legends from her hand.

This is the real fountain of youth, which can give people the ability to rejuvenate.

At this moment, there was still a little green liquid left in the golden cup. The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and poured a drop into his mouth.

In an instant, an incomparably wonderful feeling rose from his body, flowing through his limbs and bones along the blood.

Suddenly, my soul seemed to become lighter.

I touched the corners of my eyes and found that the fine wrinkles on my face had disappeared without a trace.

"...Teacher, this is the goddess of youth and the golden cup."

Take a deep breath and suppress the desire in your heart.

The middle-aged man returned to the old man and gestured respectfully.

"very good……"

The old man took the golden cup with arms trembling with weakness and looked at it for a long time.

Although without the active promotion of the Goddess of Life, the spring water here is almost difficult to regenerate. But the remaining ones are enough to restore his youth more than once.

After a moment's silence, the old man handed the golden cup back to his student.

"Go, and redeem my old days for me."

"is teacher."

Nodding solemnly, the middle-aged man turned around and looked at Nafplio, which had now become a dead city.

The blood and vitality had long since disappeared in the sacrifices, leaving only shriveled corpses scattered throughout the streets.

However, above the old ceremony, there was a ball of something emitting a faint golden light—it was the essence refined from the bodies of all the descendants of gods.

The old man had intentionally kept them and did not let these things be sacrificed together.

Middle-aged people have long known their uses.

Although he had never seen one, Erwin had heard of such a being from his teacher.

He is the most powerful warrior in the world and a pioneer who dares to carry the corpse of the gods in his flesh and blood.

But he also has another identity - the golden human, the most noble, most perfect, and most false generation of human beings.

Mythology records that when the ancient beings created them, the gods shed their own blood, which gathered into a river, and then returned to its original state under the integration of [life], creating the first golden generation.

As a result, they are born with long lifespans, yet are not subject to the restrictions of being descendants of gods; they are born with physiques comparable to those of high-level professionals, yet they simply regard it as instinct.

Even in some versions, even the Goddess of the Demon Net was once a member of the golden human race... The middle-aged man didn't know if this was true. After all, this somewhat violated the iron rule that 'the golden age was only for men'.

But when Erwin remembered that she had eventually become a god, it seemed that the rule was not so certain.

"Whether it's real or fake, it doesn't matter." "We can't erase the will of the gods in the real blood and return it to its original state; we can't create souls either, and we have never tried. After all, that is a taboo that the church cannot cross."

"We don't have the legendary [Life Bottle], otherwise why would we attack the gods... Fortunately, even though we don't have it, we are not trying to create a race or a civilization."

"All we want is a shell..."

[Life Residue], the core material of the 'Blood of the Stars' potion, is the original essence extracted from the root of life.

Although the essence of the gods cannot be compared with the real blood of gods, it does not have the indelible divine influence and will of the gods.

[Cup of Youth], its power can return the blood of the descendants of God to its original state, returning it to the state of being about to be born, and erasing the changes brought about by acquired factors.

Even the goddess of youth herself, her "existence" can bring a mysterious influence to the entire ceremony...

In addition, the old man has made many more preparations.

Like the ceremony that Achilles once held, the division of soul, regeneration of flesh and blood, erosion of the Styx... The reason why he supported Chiron was not to respect his predecessors, but to use the channel of the apprentice of the Magic Net Goddess to contact higher realms, obtain forbidden knowledge, and let the other party protect them from wind and rain.

Erwin knew all of this, and he was even the executor. Now, he was going to personally make these preparations come true.

"call--"

Flying into the city, the middle-aged man raised his hand to initiate the ritual that had been arranged in advance.

The first of the three rituals arranged at the foot of Nafplio has been used, and now he is activating the second one - [Life Alchemy·Fake].

The reason why it is called "fake" is because the old man believes that he cannot create a body comparable to that of the golden human, so he makes a distinction between them.

However, in Erwin's opinion, the latter is the realm of the ancient gods of creation, and as a mortal there is really no need to compare with them.

"The first body will be made for the teacher first."

"After all, in order to break through the limitations of his own divinity and lifespan, the teacher did not hesitate to obtain divinity from the God of Stars and used various methods to try to erase the will within."

"But divinity is divinity after all... The teacher succeeded, and his strength was broken through, but he also failed, because his soul and body did not sublimate as he had imagined... Although they became stronger, and unlike the divinity bestowed by the gods, which affects the soul of the caster and locks the upper limit of progress, the teacher has since shouldered the burden of the foreign divinity."

"This kind of influence cannot be eliminated by simply rejuvenating. It can only be washed away with the help of a divine weapon. As for me... I'll just have to wait a little longer."

Flying in the air, Erwin sighed softly.

According to what the teacher said before, he had only seen three truly self-generated divinities in his life, and the rest all had some help from divine blood.

One was the golden human when Silvermoon City was first established, one was Hercules who was met later, and the third was Hermes who left Silvermoon City and went to Athens decades later.

Besides, even Theseus, who had met the divine blood once before, was somewhat affected by it... The old man didn't know whether the young monarch got rid of this influence later, but at least he didn't at that time.

Only these three people, they may have divine blood, or they may be simply mortals, but their divinity has absolutely nothing to do with gods... But the success of the latter two is unclear, so the old man finally had to set his sights on the first person.

After all, the origin of witchcraft is the imitation of the laws of all things, so his path to get rid of the influence of the old divinity and gain immortality is an exploration of the paths of these three successful people.

"Come on, life is forged..."

Whispering in his heart, the middle-aged man started the ceremony.

The next moment, the complex and ancient formations once again enveloped the entire city.

Behind him, the old man watched this scene quietly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

……

In the southeast of the mainland, Silver Moon City.

In the abandoned urban area, long silver-gray hair was draped over the shoulders.

The young-looking archbishop seemed to be relaxed, but the Centaur could see a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

According to the original plan, the two of them should not be here at this moment. After all, it was almost evening today, and so many years had passed. Even if they wanted to solve the problem, there was no need to rush.

However, as soon as Chiron left the temple, he was caught up by the young man.

He told the Centaurs that because of the previous discovery, they had already strengthened surveillance on that place that could not be spied on.

And just now, an abnormally powerful wave suddenly erupted there.

The breath of divine power was concealed, but the turmoil of laws caused by the true God's use of divine power in the material world could not be blocked by the power of the [artificial magic net].

So if nothing unexpected happens, some changes must have taken place there.

"It doesn't look good... Lord Chiron, please open the blockade here."

"it is good."

He spoke in a deep voice, and the Centaur nodded decisively.

Taking a step forward, he directly began to communicate with the nearby magic network strings.

Soon, Chiron's thoughts flowed smoothly along the invisible passage and finally connected with the mystery lock that covered the entire Silvermoon City.

As Hecate's apprentice, although he believed that his talent in magic was far inferior to his personal martial arts, he still successfully activated the core of the mystery lock, and then went downstream, trying to control the part covering the urban area.

Just as the action began, the Centaur felt a little sluggish. That was a precaution someone had taken here in advance to prevent other authorized people from uncovering the secrets here... However, this obstacle might be able to stop any master of the clock tower, but it could never stop the students of the Goddess of the Magic Net.

With a little force, Chiron tore through the layer of protection, cutting off the mystery lock from hiding the area.

So at the same moment, the entrance to the underground palace suddenly lost its concealment and appeared clearly in the perception of the two.

His expression remained unchanged, but his smile inexplicably added a hint of coldness.

The young man patted the centaur's front legs, which were as tall as a man, and smiled as he praised the wizards' wisdom.

"Very clever, isn't it, Master Chiron?"

"They built the entrance underground in the abandoned temple. After all, no one would search this place thoroughly... If it weren't for your help, I might not have considered this place as a suspect."

"I don't necessarily believe that they are so rampant. This is what you want to tell me..."

As the thought flashed through his mind, the Centaur bent slightly, trying to make some excuses for the other wizards in the White Tower.

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, from what I sensed just now, this was done by only one of the twelve clock tower masters."

"His name is Erwin, and he is the most mediocre one among the twelve tower masters. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he used his own authority and the authority borrowed from others to connect the mystery lock with his creation, and ultimately conduct forbidden research here..."

"Well, I understand.

"Lord Chiron, I believe this is your sincere words, and I am willing to believe that not every wizard is evil by nature."

Smiling and raising his hand, the young-looking archbishop stopped the centaur from defending himself.

"Just let us go in and take a look first."

"As for how to deal with this... we'll talk about it later."

(End of this chapter)