Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 601 [Divine Servant from Another World]

Those who often perform human sacrifices know that if you want to hold a grand sacrifice, you need to use skills and follow rules.

What kind of sacrifices should be offered to what kind of objects, what kind of rituals match what kind of gods, and what kind of beings are willing to accept sacrifices...

Fortunately, unlike Chaos in the previous two eras, there are many great divine powers that have acted in the world throughout the Third Era, and there are more than one who are willing to accept sacrifices. This has somewhat increased the choices available to the sacrificer.

But even so, Giordano was very clear that no matter how wide his choices were, no matter who you were, what you wanted to do, what your purpose was, or who your enemy was, as long as you dared to sacrifice, I would dare to send down my power to respond. Moreover, there was only one person whose power and status were enough to fight against or even defeat any great person.

The Scarlet King, the Great Mother of Flesh and Blood, the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood that devours all souls… Only He can do this.

This is the general consensus of the priests after the rampage of evil after the Typhon disaster, when the figure of this Outer God gradually fell into the vision of gods and mortals.

Of course, although more people know about the existence of the Mother Tree, people’s understanding of it has not changed much.

Some people regard Him as a Tartarus-like existence, some believe that He has his own wisdom and reason, and some simply regard Him as an incarnation of an ancient god in disguise rather than a completely independent individual.

Different people have different opinions. After all, no one has ever been able to see the true body of the mother tree that is blocked by the laws, and the same is true for Giordano.

Fortunately, he no longer cares about the identity of this evil lord, because apart from these different opinions, there is one thing that is recognized by everyone.

That is, although the power of the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood is terrifying, it is only for oneself.

If you use Him against your enemies, it is very, very useful...

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In the east of the earth, around the city of Nafplio.

Just as the Queen on Mount Olympus felt something, the third ritual was lit up from the ruins of the city, and more than one city was actually affected.

Almost at the same time, red light began to shine around several city-states that also believed in Hebe under the command of the Queen of Heaven.

Fanatics, fallen believers, beings contaminated by the aura of evil... they were all affected by the rituals of Nafplio at almost the same time, and turned into sources of pollution one after another.

It was not until this moment that the priests who had gone to destroy the evil creatures suddenly discovered that what they were facing were just baits.

Under the sacrifice of the bones and blood of the goddess of youth, these believer city-states that were very close to them were directly affected by the devastation.

Even though it was different from Nafplio, out of caution, there were no pre-set sacrificial rituals by wizards under the city walls of these nearby city-states. But when the power of the Mother Tree descended on the earth, its existence itself was the greatest threat.

So the Centaur in the local palace finally locked the coordinates on the other side of the space gate, and when he stepped through the portal, this was what he saw.

On the nameless hill, an old and broken corpse turned to ashes in the flames.

In the once bustling city-state, a headless "corpse of a god" was twisted and deformed in the center of a huge ritual.

Millions of scattered bones began to combine with each other under the pull of some force, transforming into one corrupted evil creature after another.

And in the distant clouds in the sky, the red light on the earth reflected the colors, like a series of gorgeous fireworks.

"W-what happened here?"

I was dumbfounded, unable to hide my shock.

Looking at all this, Chiron even thought that he had left the world.

A terrible and foul smell hit him in the face, and the empty eye sockets of the skull stared at him, as if questioning his heart.

What the hell is going on here? What are those wizards doing here?
He subconsciously took a step back, but a hand firmly stopped his retreat.

The expression on his face could hardly be maintained as the young archbishop followed closely behind and walked out of the pale silver light gate.

The blood and fire reflected in his eyes, as if telling him about the destruction and disaster here.

This is not Silvermoon City, and the people here are not followers of the Lord... but they have simply lost their way, and should not be sacrificed to the evil.

Taking a deep breath, the young man felt a little regretful.

In the past, whether it was him or other clergymen in the church, they had always had enough respect for the students of the Goddess of the Magic Net, even though he taught one student after another who had never believed in the Lord.

But it was not until the great war on Mount Olympus broke out that they suddenly realized that perhaps they had always overestimated this famous "sage".

Yes... Chiron might be knowledgeable, but he had never personally accomplished any incredible feats in the past thousands of years.

He did teach many powerful students, but what they learned was not even the witchcraft of the Goddess of the Demonic Web.

He is like Prometheus before he was locked in the sea eye for punishment. Although the world has given him enough fame, what is hidden beneath is his nature that does not live up to his reputation.

Perhaps the Goddess of the Demonic Web also saw this, so for thousands of years, she rarely came to see her apprentice.

"Chiron...you really taught me a lesson I will never forget."

Taking a deep breath, the archbishop stepped forward and raised the scepter in his hand.

"Never give a man any privilege because of who he is...unless it is granted to him by the Lord himself."

The holy power surged and the scepter pointed forward.

Before using real means, he must first test the strength of these evil creatures.

Only by eliminating them here can he continue to track down the wizard who committed the heinous crime.

After all, according to the records in church scriptures, the existence of evil spirits is rejected by all things, and only at the moment of successful sacrifice can his power be invested in the world.

Even if the images of the past were cut off by the power of evil, he could still investigate the identity of the person who performed the ceremony personally.

"die--"

[Ten Rings Divine Art·Law·Death]!
An ancient and unfathomable voice came out of the Archbishop's mouth in a way that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

In an instant, in the city of Nafplio, countless bones that were transforming and aggregating suddenly froze, and then turned into dust in the wind.

It was as if an invisible force had fundamentally wiped out the meaning of their existence. Even the vigorous vitality of the evil creatures could not save their existence. Only the headless corpse in the center of the city remained unchanged. Seeing this scene, the young man with long silver-gray hair finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not the worst result. Although the sacrificial ceremony was successful, this level of sacrifice was obviously not enough to attract overly powerful forces.

Apart from the one in the city, there are no other evil creatures above the higher level... In this case, even if the prayers he made to the angels before coming here were not answered, he can handle it alone.

As for Chiron? The Archbishop obviously didn't count him among his fighting forces.

After all, don't think he said it lightly. In fact, the evil creatures in the city before him are enough to directly destroy several kingdoms on the continent if the gods do not take drastic measures.

This is not just because of their strength, but more because of their powerful immortality, which is not the area where the centaurs, whose martial arts are better than magic, are good at.

Just like at this moment, as if he finally remembered that he was still a fighting force, Chiron quickly took out a longbow from behind.

He bent his bow and drew his arrow, which turned into a rain of arrows in the air and pierced through hundreds of bones gathered together when they fell to the ground.

But when the arrow shadows dissipated, the aura of those evil creatures only weakened slightly, and there was no further reaction.

"It's useless... Facing the evil spirits of the cholera world, only the power of the Lord can deal with them. The martial arts of the mortal world are meaningless to them."

"Even the power of wizards and those pseudo-god clergy can only sigh in despair at their existence..."

He spoke coldly, then raised the scepter again.

Several circles of light appeared beneath the archbishop's body, and holy power that was infinitely stronger than before gathered in his body.

Just as he said, the power of evil creatures is too difficult to deal with, and the immortal power extending from the source is permanently engraved in the depths of their roots.

The most powerful of all evil creatures, its power that comes directly from the mother tree itself is an existence that even the great divine power cannot erase.

Even the so-called ancient evil creatures that are separated by a layer are enough to make all the true gods sigh in despair.

And if the number of these beings is still too small, then the ordinary evil creatures really make people feel real fear.

High-level evil creatures comparable to demigods cannot be harmed by forces that do not contain the rules of authority. Even if ordinary gods want to wipe them out, it will take dozens or hundreds of years. However, such creatures are not uncommon on the continent...

Even though the evil creatures in Nafplio rarely reach this level, they still do not take Chiron's attack seriously.

This is the evil creature. Beings of the same level can never really harm them, and even if a stronger being of a higher level faces them, they can only use a long period of time to wash them away.

If there is any power in this world that can cause fatal damage to them at the same level, it can only be the authority closely related to their source, that is, the power of [life] and [death].

It was because of this that Erebus, who had been polluted, tried to use the power of [Life] to erase it. However, the [Aquarius of Life] was no longer complete after all, so he ultimately failed.

However, this is the realm of great divine power, and in the realm of mortals, the two sides can still barely fight each other...

The thought flashed through his mind, and the young-looking archbishop concentrated all his energy on his divine arts.

Although [Law of Death] can indeed kill these evil creatures completely, there are too many of them, and in the center of the city there is a headless corpse being nurtured by the power of evil.

Fortunately, he is a clergyman of the church, and they are never afraid of numbers——

——[Eleventh-ring divine art: mass summoning of divine servants from other worlds]!
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In an instant, a total of 120 beams of light suddenly rose up around the city of Nafplio.

An ocean of holy power poured out from the archbishop's body, but in just a moment, the flow turned into a trickle.

As a summoning magic, as long as the clergy themselves have a high enough status in the church's belief system and their faith is devout enough, the alien creatures they can summon will far exceed the limit of the magic level, and even a considerable part of the cost can be paid by the summoned.

"Almost done... Thank you all for coming to help."

He spoke loudly, and as the beam of light gradually shrank, the archbishop could clearly see that hundreds of tall beings with wings on their backs and bodies filled with positive energy appeared before his eyes.

One hundred and eight [Golden Celestials], they came from the depths of the spirit world, they were the legendary heroic spirits of the golden humans, positive energy beings living in the [Seven Hills Paradise]... but they were unable to release the divine arts of the [Death] realm, so the young men only wanted them to be responsible for consuming and gathering those evil things.

As for the remaining twelve... they were [Demigod Spirits, Seraphim Servant] whose beliefs were recognized by the angels during their lifetime and who were promoted by them personally after their death!
Regardless of their authority as archbishops, each of them was no weaker than him and could easily defeat powerful demons.

"It doesn't matter. We should destroy the evil spirits and spread the Lord's faith. This is what we should do."

A tall divine servant radiating flames spoke succinctly.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, please give the order."

"These evil lives... I cannot tolerate them even for a moment."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you all."

The young man spoke in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping over the Centaur beside him.

Compared to him, he felt less troubled by the people in the church.

The scepter in his hand was raised for the third time, and behind the celestial beings who were flying across the sky and rushing towards Nafplio, the archbishop began to prepare his third divine spell.

They alone were unable to fight against the powerful evil creature born from the god's corpse, so he could only go on his own with great reluctance.

"I haven't done it myself for so many years. I don't know if I'm rusty now."

Talking to himself, the young man shook his head secretly.

There's nothing you can do about it, that's how clergy are.

All wizards need to do is study hard and research witchcraft day and night, but they have a lot more to consider.

For example, how many helpers should be called for during a fight, how much power of the gods can be borrowed at any time, and what kind of artifact projection should be summoned when facing different enemies. These are all difficult problems.

Holy power surged, and mysterious formation patterns rose under his feet.

At this moment, the archbishop felt something and looked towards the horizon.

"Is that... the power of the false god king?"

"No, it's not him. It's his diva. She's spying on the truth here."

Ignore it, the most important thing now is to clean up the current mess.

As for Hera's existence, we'll talk about it later.

(End of this chapter)