Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 600: Triple Sacrifice of Archelaos

He spoke quietly, stimulating Erwin's spirit with words, just as he had done to the God of Stars not long ago.

This is of course not because the old man still has a sense of justice, but because it is indeed effective.

"Fortunately, they trusted me at the time and didn't take too many precautions, otherwise it would have been really difficult to deal with... Oh, by the way, didn't you notice?"

"As a person who has been born for less than a thousand years (see 3-349), Erwin, have you ever thought about how you witnessed the Typhon Calamity and how you participated in my experiment from the beginning?"

"This is illogical, but you remember it. Of course, it's because you have never participated in it... The ones who really participated were your senior brothers."

"The only pity is that the souls of the three legendary wizards before and after only proved that memory tampering and soul fusion do have indelible consequences... This forced me to completely give up the idea of ​​transferring myself to another soul body at that time."

"I can only think of it as a chain. When I 'sew' your soul together with your brother's, you will be trapped at that step forever by this chain, and you will not be able to turn over until you die."

"The best assistant is the student who knows he can't make any progress... If it weren't for the stupidity of that centaur and the oversight you made, maybe you could really stay by my side forever."

"But there's nothing we can do. After all, no matter how hard the bad guys try, they can't beat the quick thinking of the stupid ones..."

"Until now, I have no idea what was going on in his mind."

The expression on his face was a little complicated, and the old man was speechless when he said this.

He wasn't pretending, he just couldn't understand.

He, Chiron, was clearly a believer of the Goddess of the Demonic Web, but when he counted his apprentices, it turned out that most of them were descendants of the Olympian gods, and eventually became so-called heroes.

Fortunately, despite this, the church is still willing to give him enough respect and trust. After all, he is Hecate's student.

So when Chiron trained Achilles again, the old man did his best to teach him as he had done every time before."

With him at the forefront, the church won't pay too much attention to what the wizards are doing, because this is something the Centaurs should pay attention to.

However, due to the guilt of using forbidden technology, if the technology provided by wizards is not as "dark" as imagined, the Centaurs will only ask them to ban it verbally, but in fact they are not willing to pay attention to their research at all.

"Haha...how ridiculously kind."

"Because you don't want to see life die, so you eat the barbecue and choose to stay away from the butcher and the kitchen?"

"But I don't care about this. After all, I lived a good life like this - until that day when his students were captured by the gods. He actually went directly to Olympus with the artifacts of the spirit world to help."

Taking a deep breath, until today, the old man could only attribute this incident to the fact that Chiron was a good teacher and a good student, but not a good apprentice and a good leader.

From that day on, the old man knew that the church would no longer be so tolerant of this centaur, and at the same time, his good days would also be over.

But at that time, he obviously did not realize the seriousness of the matter, because the war on earth was imminent, and if it was delayed for a few years, no one would have time to care about him... So after thinking it over again and again, the old man simply used the strategy of "repairing the plank road in the open and marching through Chencang in secret".

"…But what I didn't expect was that all this was interrupted by you again."

He turned his gaze back to the students, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Do you know how much I wanted to extract your soul and torture you for a thousand years when I found out that you had put a human with the mark of a god into the underground palace and even used him as a sacrifice?"

"You don't know, just like you don't know that although this is Silver Moon City, a city named by the Goddess of the Demonic Web, the church's reliance has always been more than just the Mystery Lock, so even if I don't tell them, they will know that the Wind God has been here."

"That's why I chose to conceal it in the beginning... It was to make them focus more on this God of Olympus."

"I don't contact him. I let Medea communicate with him, not because of her talent, but because she is a descendant of gods, and the other party is a living god!"

"If anyone were to see this scene, they would have made some associations... plus she secretly embezzled the 'public funds' and stole the authority of the clock tower - how much more like a traitor preparing to defect, or a pagan colluding with a false god?" (See 3-370)

"But what's the result?"

"Nothing happened, because of you, everything has returned to the starting point."

He may have been very angry at the time, but now the old man can only sigh.

That god did attract the church's attention...but before he could direct the clue to Medea, it eventually came back to him.

Perhaps this is fate, this is the protection that the "Lord" who has never appeared in person gives to believers in the dark.

The old man didn't know, he could only guess.

God... I didn't lose to the church, I just lost by one step in the face of fate.

After all, compared to him, an old man who had seen the great prophet No and witnessed the establishment of the Gate of Enoch with his own eyes, those latecomers were still too young.

Humans are not gods, and wizards are not warriors. What the years have left him is not only knowledge, but also wisdom, experience and accumulation.

If it weren't for this accident, he wouldn't have to be so hasty, so urgent, or even racing against death, but could calmly face the changes that he had been prepared for.

But because of this accident, he had no choice but to choose the path he is taking today.

"call--"

"Just do it, nothing goes smoothly..."

Talking softly to himself, looking at his students, the old man showed no sadness or joy.

Now, it's time to start the final step.

"Come...look at me, Erwin."

"From this moment on, you will forget everything about today and instead remember your true identity - your senior brother, my student, the legendary wizard who first followed me to study the God of Stars, Giordano."

"Unlike Erwin, you are ambitious and talented."

"Bold and reckless, yet careful as a hair."

"Thousands of years ago, during the Typhon Calamity, you were the first to discover the God of Stars, and then dragged your own teacher into the water. You even murdered your junior fellow apprentice who wanted to inform on you in a subsequent experiment."

"Eventually, you felt that no one could be trusted, not even your own teacher. So you used unknown witchcraft to control me and Erwin, and then hid behind the scenes, using your ultimate mind witchcraft to control the overall situation."

"You were successful. No one noticed anything wrong... Until today, you felt a little uneasy, so you decided to give up your plan in Silvermoon City and exchange it for something more valuable - Hebe, the goddess of youth."

"So after dealing with all the back-ups here, you will choose to take your spoils to the underground... the vast underground world sandwiched between the earth and the underworld!"

"This is not without reason, because a long time ago, you discovered those special races that called themselves 'Dark Elves'. Although you don't plan to join them, you can hide among them and use the power of the elves and the dark and changeable environment underground to stop the pursuers!"

"Even the underground world is different from the passages to the human world and the underworld. It is a semi-independent world similar to the underworld, covered by the earth... So even if the God King wants to enter in person, he will have to face the interception of Gaia's body."

"This is your plan. It's a little risky, but precise and perfect. Do you remember it?"

The voice echoed, and along with the old man's narration, through Erwin's restless spirit, the mental patterns that had been laid long ago began to influence his thoughts.

Most of the information about the old man was erased. After all, destruction is always easier than construction.

When everything was finally completed, the old man slowly stood up. Looking at his former apprentice, he knew there were still flaws, but this was the best result in such a hurry.

This other former student of his did have contact with the dark elves, and although it was also instigated by him, there are traces of it all.

Besides these layers of cover-ups, the old man thought that his greatest reliance in escaping the world was his choice of "not being greedy".

Yes, he was not greedy, because he had no intention of taking away the goddess of youth and the golden cup that he had captured with great effort.

Considering that in most cases, the manipulator of an event must be the biggest beneficiary, since the biggest gain has nothing to do with him, he naturally will not be the first suspect.

Although it was a bit regretful to give up his gains, the old man's thinking was always clear. He knew what he wanted and what was the core of his pursuit.

Before today, the core of his pursuit was 'life' because he was about to die.

But after today, he is no longer so short of life, and becoming a god is his core pursuit.

A goddess of youth and a divine weapon, they are certainly helpful for becoming a god, but after studying Astraeus for thousands of years, the old man also knows that this is not necessary for a wizard.

There is definitely more than one way to become a god, and studying gods and artifacts does not guarantee success. On the contrary, once Hebe and the artifacts are with him, he will be surrounded by enemies in the world.

When the risks far outweigh the benefits, giving up is the real wisdom.

Let them remain here, as spoils of war for Giordano, the greatest blasphemer Silvermoon has ever seen, the blasphemer of the stars.

As for me... "As for me... I am just a dead man, naturally."

"This is my last lesson for you, Erwin. Even though you can no longer hear it, as a wizard, you should never trust or rely on anything."

"Whether it is a person, an object, a powerful artifact, or the so-called unchangeable 'truth'."

"From today on, there will be no Chief Wizard of the White Tower in the world. There will only be a reclusive spellcaster, the founder of a certain school of human learning, an astronomer, philosopher, mathematician, a wise man who tries to use knowledge to analyze rules, the Great Wizard Achelous."

"And he will never step foot on the human stage again until the end of this era."

The old man... no, Archelaos, who had long shed his old body, looked at his old body that was pierced by the [Demon Sword of Destruction], and then looked at his students in every sense of the word.

He then handed over the third level ceremony under the ancient city to the other party, and then tore open a space door at the core of the ceremony.

Once the final ritual begins, all traces of him here will be distorted and covered up.

No one could detect his traces, not even the God-King, and this was a proven conclusion.

Finally, looking at this complete ruin, Archelaos sighed.

It's over...it's all over.

"The White Tower will be destroyed... I witnessed its creation, and I will leave with the knowledge of the old White Tower, and then I will witness its collapse."

"You know what, wizards of the Third Age? Over the past thousand years, we seem to be making continuous progress on the path of witchcraft, but in fact, we have been restricted since a long time ago."

"Silvermoon City, the kingdom of God, the source of faith."

"The original witchcraft originated here. It gave us, the weak, protection... But wizards, when we became powerful, it turned into a cage that imprisoned us."

“Soul, life, years, destiny… these things they regard as sacred are precisely the reflection of the truth spread in the world.”

"So from the day I realized all this, I already knew that Silvermoon City is not a fertile land for wizards. Any place that is watched by those high and mighty is not a fertile land for wizards."

“Power can only bring stability; only change can bring development.”

"The human world today does not belong to me, and neither does the starry sky or the underworld. Any place where gods can display their power at will does not belong to me."

"Only the Underworld, the place between the earth and Hades. The world sees it as wilderness, but I see it as honey."

After crossing the portal, at this moment, Akelous had already sensed the trace of space pursuing him, but it had nothing to do with him anymore.

"Come on, let history bear witness to this."

"Right and wrong are never something that can be determined by one generation. Morality and ethics are just ripples under the tide of the times."

"Ten thousand years from now, perhaps people in the future will curse me and regard me as a ruthless butcher; or perhaps someone will sing praises of my achievements and deeds, and adorn me with glory and splendor."

"But that doesn't matter anymore."

"Because famous heroes, famous generals, and even kings who rule over the gods... they are all like this."

"Turning through a thousand volumes of history books tells only one truth."

"In this world, only the winner... can be king."

……

The Queen's bedroom on Mount Olympus.

The war on earth is in full swing, and soon Ares will clash with the church that believes in the ancient gods on the battlefield.

Although she disliked her incompetent son in every way, Hera still patiently focused her attention on such a major event.

Fortunately, apart from his son, his daughter is very considerate... She takes the trouble to decorate the bathhouse every year so that he can wash away the fatigue of the year.

The Queen of Heaven was delighted at this, and would have been even happier if Hebe's power and ministry had not been so weak.

It’s a pity that the priesthood cannot be changed, only the divine power can be enhanced by faith.

For this purpose, Hera personally issued an order, rarely using the divine power of the Queen of Heaven, ordering that with Nafplio as the core, several surrounding weak city-states should worship Hebe as a symbol of faith, in gratitude for her contribution to their mother goddess.

After all, as one of the rulers of the gods, she did not lack faith. Instead, her daughter needed some more... But for some reason, when Hera sat on the high golden throne, she suddenly felt a little uneasy whenever she thought of the existence of the goddess of youth.

bang... bang!

Her heart beat faster for no apparent reason and she took a deep breath. The Queen didn't know where this omen came from.

In the interval of her speculation, she planned to use her believers in the mortal world to convey the oracle to see what Hebe was doing and whether he was in any danger.

Just by concentrating her mind, when Hera tried to use the devout priest as an anchor and the magic net to send down the oracle, she suddenly found that she could not find her own priest for a while.

No, they are still there, but for some reason they ran to the nearby city-state... With a frown on her face and a surge of divine power, the Queen of Heaven directly delivered an oracle.

She asked the priests to explain to her, but soon the believers' responses left her speechless.

In order to give the faith of several cities to Hebe, Hera did not set up too many priests there, nor did she want other gods to have too much presence.

But in recent times, traces of demons and evil things have coincidentally appeared one after another around several other cities that believe in the goddess of youth.

The Youth Church, which was not good at fighting, had no choice but to ask the Queen's priests to help clear it out.

As time went by, the few remaining priests left one after another, and only a few people were left to guard the temple in Nafplio.

But Hera knew without any further sensing that they were already dead.

This is what just happened, but no god would pay attention to the human world because of the death of a few priests or thousands of believers.

This kind of thing is too common... Hera just stood up from her seat, her intuition told her that something was definitely wrong with Nafplio.

Just as I was about to go and check, at this moment, another voice suddenly came from the door.

"Your Majesty... The nymphs who were on duty in your West Sea Garden have returned today. They——"

"Let them wait first!"

He scolded coldly, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger. Standing in front of the golden throne, Hera grasped the air.

At this moment, she began to use the authority bestowed upon her by the God King.

All things seemed to gather in her palm, and the sky, earth and sea surrounded her.

The Queen of Gods' divine power spanned space, helping her to look towards the small town from a distance...but with just one glance, Hera was struck by lightning.

"Ah——Why is it Him!"

boom--

With a cry of surprise, the divine power unconsciously dispersed, and the vibrating temple shook slightly.

A line of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. If Hera had gone there in person, perhaps there would be no problem.

But she happened to mobilize the power of the Queen of Heaven, and while she saw more things, she did not have enough strength to bear the responsibilities.

Faintly, a voice that she had heard not long ago rang in her ears, as if it had ignored the protection of the power of the Divine Court and even truly descended into this palace -

"Praise you, praise you!"

"The leader of billions of demons."

"The source of the fall of the heavens."

"The mother tree of flesh and blood that devours all worlds!"

"Your most faithful believers are offering sacrifices to you here, offering the bones and blood of gods and the bones of millions of living people."

(End of this chapter)