Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 598: False Gods

Let’s talk about it later… That is, solve the problem at hand first, and then settle the score later.

Chiron could certainly understand what the young man meant, but he was now in a dilemma.

Because although he had not participated in the wizards' experiments, he believed that he had indeed used their research results.

"I don't know what they are doing this time... Previously they were splitting souls and creating life boxes, but now they are probably starting to involve 'mind creation' and 'memory rewriting'..."

He wasn't quite sure, because the Centaur remembered that the great wizard named Elwin seemed to have mentioned this matter inadvertently.

But after repeated questioning, he said that this was just a failed idea.

They could not give thinking to a being that originally had no intelligence, and modifying the memories of living people would only cause their souls to be overwhelmed and collapse on their own.

In their expectation, unless they can get close to the divine authority related to 'soul', 'memory' and 'mind', they must at least complete a qualitative change in their souls and become legendary beings in the spiritual realm before they can accept such a modification.

Even so, it will lead to irreversible mental disorder and collapse.

Although the assumption has not been verified, it is impossible for them to verify it... After all, there are not many such beings in the entire world, and it is even more impossible for them to use themselves as test subjects.

Therefore, after studying the holy power bestowed by the goddess of beauty on clergy, wizards who have spells like [Charm Human] have long stopped conducting similar research.

At least until then, their purpose of studying the soul and memory was not to blaspheme the gods, but just to pry open the door to eternal life.

Therefore, Chiron finally believed their explanation, but asked Erwin to sign a "devil's contract" that the goddess of the magic network got from somewhere, promising never to restart research in this area.

"Words can lie, but contracts cannot be false. Even the teacher admits that the devil's contract has a binding force on non-gods. It is impossible for him to break free..."

With this thought in mind, Chiron opened the secret passage and walked into the secret door leading to the depths of the underground palace.

In the long stone corridor, as the two walked in, candles began to light up without fire.

The long silver-gray hair fell on his shoulders, and the archbishop who followed closely behind frowned slightly.

Faintly, he smelled a special smell, which was different from the fishy stench of burning animal fats, but instead had a refreshing and refreshing fragrance that was refreshing to the heart.

"Is this the special lamp oil synthesized by wizards?"

After searching his mind exhaustively and still unable to identify the source of the fuel, the young man simply asked.

But in front of him, in front of the tall figure of the Centaur, although he also did not recognize the origin of the oil, Chiron had a bad premonition in his heart.

"I don't know... maybe this is some new technology."

Responding truthfully, the Centaur continued forward.

Tread-

The horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and it was unknown how long it had walked in the stone corridor. At this moment, the Centaur felt that every second was like a year.

He finally stopped until the bend was right in front of him... As long as he turned it, perhaps he would be able to see the real secret of this underground palace.

After hesitating for two seconds, Chiron was undecided.

But under the calm and increasingly profound gaze behind him, he finally took a step forward and bypassed the last obstacle.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, it should be here—"

Taking a deep breath, the Centaur was about to speak, but his voice suddenly stopped.

The tall figure stood stiffly in place, but behind him, the young man seemed to be still as usual.

"how?"

The Archbishop took a step forward, still smiling.

"Her Highness Hecate's student...what did you see?"

laugh--

He pinched out the Eye of Divine Art, and his brief tone was icy cold.

Yes, they are spellcasters, not mortals who can only observe with the naked eye. Chiron is unwilling to accept the "reality" in advance, but it does not mean that everyone is like this.

Even though the clergy did not pursue the power of the soul like wizards, as one of the most powerful masters of divine arts in the world, the young man still opened his "eyes" shortly after entering the underground palace and saw the secret hidden deep inside.

A ball of starlight that had long lost its shape was suspended in the center of the underground palace. Everything that had once bound it had long gone; the pressure of divinity and authority was still there, but in front of it there was only a thin contract document placed on the table.

The starlight illuminates the endless bones, but the rules of order have shattered the last resistance of this exhausted god.

Astraeus, the god of stars, had his divine body directly obliterated, transforming into a form similar to eternal sleep.

Even though his innate divine power continued to provide him with divine power, he would not be able to wake up as long as the trauma of the backlash of the laws did not fade away.

Of course, for him, this might be the sleep he longed for day and night... But for Chiron who saw this scene, it was a heavy hammer that shook his soul.

"True... God..."

The Centaur muttered to himself, and beside him, the young man raised his hand slightly and summoned the contract on the table.

The ink has not dried yet. This special ink seems to have its own life. It can last for hundreds of years and still look like it was just written, making it impossible to tell the specific year.

As for the above content, it seems that there are many clauses, but the core is actually concise and to the point.

"Cooperation in hunting gods."

“Sharing experimental results.”

"Watch the prisoners together."

"Finally... explore the secret of immortality."

"It's a free, equal, and adventurous profession, isn't it, Chiron?"

Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his expression; a deer appears on his left without blinking.

Looking calmly at the names signed on the copy of the devil's contract, the archbishop spoke calmly:
"But unfortunately, Silver Moon City cannot tolerate such equality... So now, mobilize the magic network and trace the spatial traces here - don't tell me you can't do this."

"Then from this moment on, all control of the Clock Tower over the puzzle locks will be abolished. If something similar happens in Silvermoon City from now on, then you, Chiron, will be their accomplice."

There was no reply, and beside him, the centaur simply obeyed silently.

And as he made deeper use of the power of the mystery lock, although destruction was far easier than annihilation, in the void not far away, a silver-glittering portal shadow appeared from nothing and gradually returned to normal.

Looking at this scene, several messages were sent out by the young man.

He prayed silently, even though he didn't know if he would get a response, he still did it... Then several rays of divine light flashed across his body, and when he was ready, he stepped through the door of space.

"This is the wizard... Maybe she is right, the church is still too easy to talk to."

"It's probably too late now, but I still want to take a look myself."

"Without the protection of the mystery lock, without the power to resist the shadow of the [Book of History]... Which tower master is the one behind all this?"

"Chiron, what do you think?"

Having said that, the young-looking archbishop was ready to return empty-handed, because since the other party could do this, he must have thought of his own way out.

But wherever you go, you will leave traces.

Even if it is a means to escape tracking, its existence itself is a clue.

Moreover, if the opponent’s methods are not so effective… then he can just bring it back and judge his sins before the Lord.

...Nafplio, a well-preserved but silent city-state.

Runes are densely packed, covering the void.

Under the manipulation of the middle-aged wizard, rare materials in the world rose into the sky.

Under the power of the ritual, they twist, transform, merge, sublime, and finally turn into a mysterious substance.

The blood essences of many descendants of gods were suspended under the golden cup, with the impurities dispersed by drops of the fountain of youth, returning them to their original nature, erasing the influence of acquired factors, and returning to the purity they had in the mother's womb.

Gradually, as time passed, a naked human figure took shape... It was young and strong, with a strong and perfect physique.

The vigorous vitality exudes from the body, causing the seeds to germinate and the dead trees to grow branches.

The overturned cup was straightened, and the last sip of the fountain of youth rippled at the bottom of the cup.

The remaining blood and essence of the descendants of gods fell into the cup, dyeing the light blue holy water red, and a rich fragrance spread from it.

The unconscious goddess of youth fainted on the side. Under the manipulation of an invisible force, she unconsciously held her own artifact in her hand.

And waiting in the distance, the old man covered his chest.

Feeling his life fading away, he gave his last order to his students.

"Come on, Erwin, now."

"Life and death will be reversed here... This is the greatest miracle for mortals in this century."

"is teacher."

Knowing what he was going to do next, the middle-aged man came to the old man.

After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out from the void a long sword burning with dark flames and covered with complex patterns.

[Nine-ring witchcraft·Demon Sword of Destruction]!
With his hands open, the old man faced the sword.

In Erwin's hand, this magic sword formed by witchcraft pierced his chest without hesitation.

The witchcraft that imitated the power of destruction and death instantly ended the old man's physical life, and even his soul was severely damaged.

However, at this moment, the ceremony has not yet ended...so the ritual based on the first level of sacrificial ceremony regards his death as a sacrifice, as a brick for the birth of new life.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and when he next sensed everything in the outside world, the old man's broken soul had already awakened in his new body.

I opened my eyes and my heart began beating violently.

The long-lost vitality and energy surged into his heart with the pulsation of blood. The old man wanted to say something, but at this moment, a strong feeling of dizziness came over him like a shadow.

He knew why this happened. This was the pressure of the divinity of the stars... Even if the [Demon Sword of Destruction] shattered his body and severely damaged his spirit, as long as his soul was not completely annihilated, the power of the mortal world would never be able to separate this thorny connection.

“The divinity of the stars…it is still there.”

It was not surprising, after all, the old man knew that this was a wizard.

The far greater power than that of a combat professional at the same level comes with the difficulty of the path to promotion.

In the eyes of the human gods, sublimating the blood and refining the divinity are the biggest obstacles to their promotion to demigods. But even though Medea was sure that she could do this easily five hundred years ago, she still did not dare to act.

Because unlike warriors, wizards' independent spirit and will are the prerequisites for their advancement, and the divinity extracted from their own divine blood is inevitably influenced by the source of their bloodline...

Therefore, Medea, who possessed divine blood, had to spend thousands of years to gradually wear away the remaining will in her own bloodline; and even though the old man without divine blood used external forces to extract and erase the influence of the God of Stars attached to his divinity, when he was promoted to demigod, this foreign product that was not innate naturally produced a rejection reaction with him.

Ultimately, not only did it fail to prolong his life, but it became a heavy burden that oppressed his flesh and soul.

By now, the old man has completed the transformation of his body, but the influence of the divinity of the God of Stars has become more serious due to his wounded soul.

Fortunately, all this was as expected... The old man forced himself to stay calm, and under this handsome and perfect body, his soul, which was on the verge of breaking, was very calm.

Since the power of the mortal world cannot eliminate this influence, then why don’t I become a god?

Even a brief moment of falsehood was enough to erase the legacy of Astraeus in himself.

Taking a step forward and looking into the lifeless eyes of the goddess of youth, the old man took the golden cup from her hand.

The clear and transparent light red liquid creates ripples in the wine glass, and the rich aroma of the wine goes straight into people's hearts.

According to human legend, on the majestic Mount Olympus, the goddess of youth Hebe is the daughter of the Queen of Heaven and the King of Gods, and is also the priest who pours wine for the gods at banquets.

Only the most noble gods were qualified to enjoy the wine flowing from the sacred golden cup, but now, he received it as a mortal.

On earth, the second ritual of shaping life was still in operation. As a new life, besides Erwin who presided over the ceremony, the goddess of youth Hebe was the first life he saw, and the identity she gave to the old man was "god".

This is the complete content of [Ritual·Life Refining·False God], and it is also the most perfect masterpiece of the old man’s life so far.

In an instant, the wine entered his stomach, and the false identity produced some real power under the influence of rituals and artifacts.

At the same time, all the starlight in the old man's soul was completely eliminated, and the damage caused by the [Demon Sword of Destruction] was repaired.

Rejuvenation, rebirth... Without the influence of divinity, the wine in the golden cup of youth can no longer let the corrupt soul return to the past without any scruples, without having to worry about further infiltration with the power of the God of the Stars.

And in this process, there was almost no hindrance, and the old man extracted his divinity from his body as a descendant of God.

It wasn't hard, at least for him.

But unlike before, the divinity he extracted at this moment was no longer influenced by the will of the gods.

Because the bloodline mixed with countless kinds of divine blood reached a balance in the mutual conflict, and even the power of the 'false gods' further refined the divinity, making it reach a relatively perfect level.

At this moment, the old man knew that as a wizard, he was only one step away from truly and completely "self-generated divinity".

As long as he can clearly define his own path to godhood, and allow it to initially form a complete framework, connect it with his own pure divinity, and finally allow it to be tinged with his own "color", then he will become a true near-god, and even develop the twelve-ring great witchcraft based on his own "path", making him invincible in the world.

However, he is unable to do this now.

"The path to becoming a god... I am not sure yet."

"But to have come this far is enough."

Feeling the vitality of his new body, the old man had no complaints.

"With enough life, I will walk the rest of the way by myself."

"Now I... can live for at least 10,000 years."

He failed to take the last step. After all, spellcasters and warriors are different, and the principles and methods of their divinity generation are naturally different.

So faced with this situation, the old man gladly accepted it.

In addition, with the example of Hermes, since we have gotten rid of the influence of the past, this last step should not be a problem...

"It's time for me to leave."

"But before that, I still have to deal with the finality of this matter... and give a decent 'explanation' to those who come after me."

Looking at the city below his feet, the old man glanced at the student beside him, then gently slid his fingers.

Nafplio had three rituals, one for the gods and one for himself.

Now, it's the third one's turn.

(End of this chapter)