Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 602: Skull Martyr

The center of Nafplio, before and after hundreds of sacred light pillars descended.

Chiron's rain of arrows just fell, but failed to cause any substantial damage.

However, as the archbishop performed his magic, the headless corpse seemed to sense the threat and finally made some movements.

The fingers moved slightly, then the entire palm, the entire arm, and even the entire body.

In order to ensure that the sacrificial ceremony could at least attract a little attention from the Supreme Being, the soul stitcher, the 'mastermind' Giordano, did not hesitate to cut off the head of his captive the moment he 'remembered' his true identity.

The main body of Hebe's consciousness was taken away by him. Anyway, the body of a god can be regenerated. At most, the new body of the god will temporarily be inferior to the previous one in many aspects.

As for the remaining part, he simply sacrificed it to the great Mother of Flesh and Blood.

Now that the sacrifice is over, the mother tree has indeed given an adequate response.

Even if the power of the goddess of youth was not too weak and the sacrificial ceremony was not grand and perfect enough, she might have been able to directly send down enough power from this incomplete corpse to create a new ancient evil creature on the spot, which would scare all the gods.

Fortunately, this was enough...slow movements, stiff transfers.

The headless corpse rose from the ruins, as if looking at the human holding the scepter with non-existent eyes.

Somehow, a feeling of being watched surged into the archbishop's heart, and a foreboding of death emerged out of nowhere.

Perhaps it was because Hebe's priesthood of [Youth] was indeed close to "life", and her current state was consistent with death in the secular sense, so the power of the mother tree directly gave it another kind of life.

[Ancient Evil · Skull Sacrifice]!
“Oh——”

The invisible realm opened up instantly, and the soul-stirring feeling of impending death attached itself to the hearts of every being present.

This is a kind of instant death supernatural ability similar to the effect of [Law·Death], which can kill anyone below a certain invisible "killing line" instantly.

However, those present at this moment were either demigods or alien spirits overflowing with positive energy.

Therefore, when faced with the 'greeting gift' from the ancient evil creatures, they simply shook their spirits and were able to endure the silent howls that were enough to kill millions of mortals.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Almost at the same time, the three Seraphim servants noticed the movement here.

They all pointed their fingers at the same time, and three 'mini suns' appeared out of thin air, exploding in the city with intense light and heat.

This is the [Nine Rings Divine Art: Sun Flame Explosion], which has an extremely high killing effect on beings containing negative energy.

But when the light faded, the ancient evil was intact, as if it were just three large fireworks.

"Your Excellencies, there is no need to waste time on it. I will trap it."

On the nameless mountain, the archbishop shouted loudly.

He pointed the scepter downward, and the third divine spell that had been prepared for a long time was immediately released.

Faintly, azure divine light shone through the void, and a boundless chill rose from the surroundings.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky and the spring water froze into an ice spring.

The invisible cold current seemed to turn into shackles, entangling the ancient evil creature.

[Eleven-ring Divine Art·Holy Oath·Crown of Winter]!
Holy power surged, and the shadow of the artifact symbolizing [Winter] fell from the depths of the spiritual world to the human world.

Freezing everything, the implication of the end of the cycle spreads from it.

In a flash, the shadow of the Ice Crown appeared above the empty neck of the ancient evil creature, as if it wanted to "wear" itself on the non-existent head and imprison its consciousness and existence there forever.

But when it really started to fall, a strong resistance surged up from nowhere.

The shadows of ancient evil objects and artifacts, and near-godlike powers collide here.

For a moment, the skull martyr was successfully dragged here.

With a slight sigh of relief, at this moment, the archbishop finally had time to look into the distance.

There, in another city-state far from Nafplio, some priests seemed to be fleeing to his location.

Just looking at the aura emanating from the holy power, it seems that he is a believer of Queen Hera.

Pagans... After hesitating for a moment, the archbishop pointed his scepter forward, ready to bring those people over.

Pagans can be educated, and if they really don't listen, it's okay to kill them.

But if it is eroded by evil things, even the soul will be polluted, and it is very difficult to eliminate.

As for whether the Queen of Olympus would have any objection to his trying to educate her believers back on the right track, that was not something he considered at all.

There was no other reason. When the God of War Ares personally led the army to attack Silvermoon City, Olympus's intention was already quite clear.

War is inevitable, and there is no need to avoid it. No matter what, the Archbishop will not allow the pagan army to set foot on the land of Silvermoon City.

So when those clergymen hurriedly crossed the space gate that led to nowhere, they were greeted by a seemingly young face.

"Come, look here, yes, it's me."

The archbishop leaned the scepter on the ground, and while maintaining the shadow of the artifact, he took out a scripture.

"You chose to flee when faced with evil, and you didn't fight to the last moment when the temple collapsed... It seems that your faith is not that devout."

"But it doesn't matter. Maybe it's just that you haven't found the true home of your soul... and I will help you find it."

……

Mount Olympus, the palace of the Queen of Heaven.

Gritting her teeth slightly, Hera dug out the eyes that seemed to have given birth to her hazy consciousness, and without changing her expression, she mobilized her divine power to regenerate them.

Although her new eyes still made her feel a little uncomfortable, the queen was unable to take care of this little thing for the time being.

He once again mobilized the Queen of Heaven's divine power and looked towards the small town for the second time.

Hera did not find a way to resist the erosion in such a short time, but she understood that the previous situation would not happen again.

The power of the Mother Tree is indeed strong, but it is She herself that is strong, not the evil things She created.

The reason why Hera suffered such a severe blow from a distance was only because she saw the gaze of the mother tree at the moment when the sacrifice was completed.

It’s just that the Outer Gods who are sealed away from the world cannot keep paying attention to that place unless they have a strong enough anchor there, but such a thing does not currently exist in Nafplio.

So there were no obstacles, and this time Hera successfully saw the images near the city.

Subconsciously, she looked for Hebe's figure, but the queen could not find her daughter's familiar face.

She only saw the city-states shouting and in fear, the clergy and nobles struggling to resist or fleeing, and the archbishop holding a scepter with great holy power.

Feeling a little annoyed, Hera didn't expect that one of her priests would be so cowardly...but there was nothing she could do about it.

After all, unless they are in close contact, the gods cannot accurately measure how devout a believer is. This has been verified since the Bronze Age.

To this day, Olympus can only use various means to ensure that its priests are indeed believers. Apart from this, only legendary priests can be guaranteed to have strong beliefs.

There is no other reason. It’s just that if the faith is not devout enough, there will be a gap between the clergy and their own holy power when they are promoted to legendary, which will directly tear their own souls apart.

Unless the gods take the initiative to curb this backlash, death will be their only fate. "Huh... we can't blame these mortals entirely."

"Their power is still too weak. They are simply unable to defeat these undead evil creatures."

Hera let out a sigh and was not too angry.

Because she knew very well that among all the gods, only the clergy of the goddess of life, Moanda, could erase the vitality of sealed evil creatures, or remove the pollution that ordinary evil creatures carried with them.

Apart from this, even the believers of the King of Gods could only place them in the temple for sacrifice and pray to Zeus to send down the indestructible thunder and lightning to purify those filthy demons, so it is understandable that they chose to flee instead.

Of course, understanding is understanding, but it doesn’t mean she will forgive them.

It would be fine if others escaped, but as my own clergy, if you can't even protect the temple, then what use is there for me to have you?

"Ok?"

The changes near the city of Nafplio did not escape the eyes and ears of the Queen of Heaven. When hundreds of beams of light descended, the presence of the Archbishop immediately attracted the attention of Hera.

Is that a clergyman from the spiritual world?

He could actually summon so many powerful spirits in one breath.

Hera was slightly surprised by this and looked sideways for a moment.

Those demigods are truly extraordinary, especially on earth.

It's just a pity that, looking at those Seraphic God servants, the Queen of Heaven knew that although in theory she had the power and divinity to create demigod spirits, in reality, she simply did not have the technology to do so.

Such a special spiritual body cannot be created simply by giving the soul enough divine power and divinity. It is already a kind of creation and creation in the soul realm.

In the entire Olympus, the only similar thing is probably the heroic spirits in Valhalla.

However, [Hall of Valor] needs to suppress the starry sky and it is impossible to use it... Looking away, Hera began to look for Hebe's trace again.

There’s nothing in the spring water…

There are no nearby city-states.

There doesn’t seem to be any among the surrounding mountains and rivers either.

Hera frowned slightly, wondering where the goddess of youth had gone.

But just as she was searching carefully, an inexplicable chill suddenly surged into her heart.

Looking carefully, Hera immediately noticed the ice crown.

"A projection of a divine artifact? The original god's wealth is truly unfathomable."

There was a flash of envy in her eyes. As the Queen of Olympus, she didn't have any famous artifacts, and it was not even as good as Hebe's golden cup.

Looking at the ice crown falling on the familiar headless corpse, Hera couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

"It is indeed enough to suppress the evil creature close to God with the shadow of the artifact... But why does this ancient evil creature look so familiar?"

A thought flashed through her mind, and the Queen couldn't help but observe carefully.

Although the headless corpse's appearance has been partially changed by the power of the mother tree, its overall shape remains unchanged.

At this moment, an ominous premonition surged into my heart, and invisible pressure descended inside and outside the temple.

Outside the palace, seven sea nymphs and nymphs gathered together. They looked at the depressing temple in the distance with confusion, unable to understand what was going on.

"Your Majesty...what happened?"

"I do not know……"

"Maybe I encountered some difficult problem... Wait, what happened?"

boom--

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, there was a loud bang and instantly overturned Hera's temple.

Golden light rose from the sacred mountain and headed straight towards the golden palace on the top of the mountain.

Pushing open the door of the Golden Palace, Hera strode in.

Looking at the God-King dozing on the throne, she could no longer suppress the anger in her heart.

"Zeus—you're still here...what are you waiting for?!"

The God King was not omniscient, and Hera certainly knew that.

But she also knew that Zeus could not be unaware of her mobilization of the Queen's divine power.

What she saw, the God King must have seen as well, and he saw it earlier and more than her.

However, until now, Zeus is still sitting here obediently and has not rescued Hebe who is in deep danger!

"…You are the king of the gods."

Taking a deep breath and looking at the figure on the throne, Hera finally gave a cold reminder.

"…I know, but Heber isn't there anymore."

"I'll get her back, but not now."

Opening his slightly tired eyes, Zeus promised in a deep voice.

But after hearing his words, Hera only felt more angry.

"Not now...but I only want now."

"Since you won't go, I'll do it myself."

boom--

Turning away, Hera felt that she was a little too emotional today, but since Heber's whereabouts were unknown, it was reasonable for her to react like this.

No one knew what Zeus was thinking, she could only rely on her own strength... With a flash of divine light, Hera returned to the damaged temple.

"Someone, fix it."

"I want to see it restored to its original state before I come back."

"And who was it that wanted to see me just now? Now, appear in front of me immediately."

Trying hard to regain her composure, Hera felt that she was not in a good condition.

What happened to Hebe had already happened, and since she couldn't eliminate the problem the next moment, she should come up with a solution that was as perfect as possible.

But before that, she planned to deal with the previous matters first.

The guards of my West Sea Garden... They should be here to present the golden apples.

Hera's heart paused as she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to hold a banquet after Hebe's tribute, but now that her daughter was gone, was there any need for her to hold a banquet?
"Let them come over first."

She had no time to take care of Ares's affairs, so she just let Zeus play out his conspiracies and schemes on his own.

As for myself, no matter what, I should put the golden apple away first.

There was no need for a banquet, but once she rescued Hebe, she could use these golden apples to nourish her body.

(End of this chapter)