Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 607 A Loop

The next day.

At the top of the nameless mountain range, Ryan built a pavilion from scratch.

Standing in front of the pavilion, you can see the land thousands of miles away at a glance - this is not an exaggeration, because the land of Chaos is not round after all.

How far you can see depends only on how far you are able to see.

So Ryan set up an alchemical telescope that could ignore the clouds and fog, and prepared to start watching the show.

Although strictly speaking, one of the two parties in this drama is his believer, he theoretically should not have such an indifferent attitude.

But to be honest, Ryan's heart was calm at the moment, and he didn't even worry about those believers.

After all, if he really cared about human beliefs, Silvermoon City would not have remained in the southeast corner of the earth, but would have started conquering the continent early on.

"Do you want to see it too?"

Ryan asked casually after adjusting the focus of the alchemical telescope.

Although he didn't look back, he could feel that someone was staring at this alchemical creation.

However, after hesitating for a moment, Kloto squatted beside the huge loom with his hands on his knees and shook his head decisively.

"……I do not want."

"The goddess of fate will never use anything that does not conform to the order of fate!"

"They were born with original sin. This is the punishment bestowed upon them by fate!"

The girl in the white dress spoke in an impassioned tone, and no one knew where she learned it from.

Ryan was more inclined to Atropos, because the old woman was indeed like a goddess of fate who loved to shout "You are guilty".

Although in a sense, what she said does make some sense.

"you're right."

Nodding his head in approval, Ryan acknowledged what Klotho said.

“Heaven created all things to nourish man, yet people still blame Heaven for being unkind.”

"All things in the world are born because of the world, this is the cause; they are bound by fate and move towards a predetermined end, this is the result."

"It is indeed a sin for people to want to escape from the destined 'effects', but be unable to change the equally destined 'cause'."

"It's just that the world can't really destroy everything in it to punish them for their sins, so the goddess of fate has become the one to take the blame."

"Thus, the poison of fate entangled you... until one day, you could no longer bear this endless and increasingly serious sin, and then, with a 'pop', you turned into a handful of fireworks on the long river of fate."

Shivering, when that 'pop' sound was heard, Kloto didn't want to talk anymore.

Although she really wanted to ask now, since you agree with my idea, either let me kill you, or you kill me first to avoid suffering in the future.

But looking at this big devil who killed his two sisters one after another, Kloto felt that he had used up his little courage before.

At this moment, the goddess of fate only felt that she was so pitiful.

They have been taking the blame since they were born, and it has continued to this day, with the three sisters taking turns...

Just as Clotho was immersed in self-consumption, a bronze shadow fell from the sky and hit her on the head.

"Hey-"

"what are you doing?"

"Don't you know? God can be killed but not humiliated!"

Covering his forehead with his hands and holding the bronze mirror that fell to the ground with his other hand, Cloto looked at Ryan's back angrily.

"Oh, sorry, I haven't heard that."

Without any sincerity in his apology, Ryan casually pointed to a shelf nearby, indicating that the other party could put the other telescope there for use.

"But now this 'creature that does not belong to the current destiny' has become a murder weapon to hurt the goddess of fate. Even if it is just for the sake of knowing yourself and the enemy, you can try this thing with a critical perspective."

"After all, the God King is about to take action. With the great power of God, just touching some flowers and plants will be another heavy hammer of fate."

Ryan suggested calmly:
"Look at how you get hit before you get hit... This should make sense, right?"

"..."

With his hands on his knees, Kloto missed his two sisters.

If they were here, they would never sit idly by and watch this big devil do whatever he wants.

……

On the nameless mountain, time passes by every second.

The sun rises and sets, spreading its golden light across the mountains.

Ryan fiddled with the long mirror, tea and books, while the goddess of fate watched it all in a daze.

Until another dawn arrived, in the distant part of the earth, murderous aura and fighting spirit began to gather.

The big drum made of the membrane of the ancient beast demon was booming, causing Cloto's eardrum to hurt.

This was not caused by sound in the physical sense, but by the sound of fate... The omen from the dark had already arrived, and the land would be flooded with blood.

People who shouldn't live may live, and people who shouldn't die may die there.

At this moment, Cloto felt that what Ryan said made some sense. Perhaps facing death directly was a little cruel, but it was better than waiting to die.

"Hey--"

Feeling my violently beating heart, my courage, which had been exhausted, seemed to recover a little under the pressure of fear.

Holding the spindle that had grown so huge, the goddess of fate could not help but ask Ryan again:

"Hey!"

"Huh?" Ryan turned around and gave a puzzled look.

"I mean, you great devil who destroys the fate of the world, can't you really kill me?"

Biting his lip slightly, Kloto asked loudly.

"You are so keen on destroying fate, so I am also a part of fate."

"If you can kill me, it should be considered a good thing... Although I have no idea why you want to destroy fate, and I don't know why you don't want to kill me."

"But as someone who destroyed destiny, have you ever felt any guilt or regret?"

"In this world, there are millions of lives that should not have died but died because of you, and there are also millions of lives that should have been abandoned by the times but survived because of you... I don't understand, what's wrong with fate, why do you oppose it?"

"He is clearly the will of the world and the rule of the origin of all things. If you all follow Him, then—"

"——If we all follow Him, then from now on, this world will inevitably move towards His destined demise."

The voice was faint, Ryan shook his head slightly, and then turned his attention back to the battlefield in the distance.

"Well... Actually, there is a best example that can answer your question." "You see, the God King is the ruler chosen by the world, but what the God Kings of all generations have been most diligently pursuing is to fight against fate; on earth, all living beings are pursuing a glimpse of the future, but when they really get the prophecy, no one is ever satisfied with it."

"Not only me, but all the living beings in this world who have come into contact with fate want to understand Him. And all those who understand Him want to change Him."

"Even if it complies with the wishes of all the spiritual beings in the world, fate should not continue like this - but from this perspective, Cloto, this may be the reason why you are not like your sisters."

"what?"

Not knowing what was going on, Clotho just held onto his spindle.

"Is this difficult to understand?"

Ryan spoke with a smile, his tone meaningful.

"You see, the gods resist fate, but they never resist their destiny of becoming gods; sentient beings are unwilling to be satisfied, but they will not resist the grace they have received."

"Whether it's me, the gods, or even all the creatures in this world, what we have never hated is not fate, but the fate that is 'destined' or 'destined by others'."

"So the god who tailors fate is 'dead', because she wants to tailor the fate of others; the god who measures fate is also 'dead', because she wants to control the lives of others. Only you, Clotho, only you..."

"Only you, the god who weaves destiny, you don't want to change anyone, so no one will change you."

"So stay here and watch this drama with me... Cloto, your future does not belong to me."

"But when today is over, I will lead you to the god to whom you are supposed to belong."

As Ryan himself said, the only thing that can hurt destiny is destiny itself.

He could imprison Atropos, Hermes could imprison Lachesis, but in this world, as long as Clotho did nothing, no one could do anything to her.

Coincidentally, when the gods and priesthood interacted with each other, it was not in Klotho's nature to do anything.

She would just write out the inherent destiny, and then her two sisters would tailor the correct "script".

In a sense, perhaps among the three goddesses of fate, Clotho is the closest to the pillar of fate itself, rather than just a so-called god who represents the fate of the world.

……

Thousands of miles away, on the city wall of Condenia.

Different from the relaxed atmosphere on the nameless mountain, an invisible aura of solemnity gathered around.

The loose yet orderly military formation gathered and deployed under command, and the armor covered with secret patterns did not reflect the slightest bit of light in the sun.

The wizards who had been having a secret conversation a few days ago stood on the city wall and watched this scene. In a farther place, a huge and magnificent blood energy and fighting spirit rose into the sky. That was the army led by the God of War.

If there are thousands of people, the earth and the sky are connected; if there are tens of thousands of people, there is no end.

However, on the other side of the river, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were slowly advancing, surrounded by more civilians and servant troops.

The front and rear formations were separated by dozens of miles, and they were spread out to the upper and lower reaches of the river.

In the middle of the army, the knights led by the god of war Ares himself seemed to be blessed by the entire army.

Under the invisible authority of "War", this hastily assembled coalition army seemed like a battle-hardened army, exuding a chilling aura.

With a solemn expression, the white-haired old woman had to admit that she had underestimated the armies of these countries before.

Or to be more precise, she underestimated Ares, who actually commanded the army.

Perhaps the God of War himself is not a very good deity, but this does not mean that the priesthood of [War] is not strong.

Even if the god who held this position was Zeus, he would probably have used it to his advantage long ago.

"It's not easy to deal with... I never thought that when the God of War sat in the center of the army, his divine power would directly link the entire army together."

"Commands with ease are only secondary. The most important thing is the improvement in quality... In this way, many weapons of mass destruction will be useless."

Speaking in a low voice, next to the white-haired old woman, another great wizard told her about his discovery.

It was not until he saw it with his own eyes that he realized it.

When the priesthood of [War] is applied in such a large-scale war, it actually has such powerful power.

Strictly speaking, the existence of Ares did not directly increase the total strength of the one million coalition forces - perhaps he did increase it, but this was not the key point.

The real role he plays is to be a core of sublimation and unity... to put it simply, it is 'upgrading'.

The strength of the Qi and blood of a hundred ordinary soldiers is definitely stronger than that of a first-level warrior in terms of quantity.

But even if ten thousand ordinary soldiers stood together, there would be no change in the quality of their life energy.

Just like putting ten thousand bronze swords together, it is just a bundle of bronze swords, a pile of bronze swords, a bronze mountain; it cannot turn into even one piece of iron.

So in this case, the wizards' weapons of mass warfare are like the church's instant death spells.

The powerful magic derived from the authority of [Death] can directly wipe out creatures whose life essence is below a certain "killing line", no matter how large the "quantity" of the creatures is, and the same is true for war weapons.

They may not cause much damage to the strong, but for ordinary soldiers whose strength is below a certain level, they are like mowing the grass with their swords, killing a large number of people at a time.

Before the war, the wizards also planned this

But now, in front of them, the theocracy of [War] has changed all this.

If an ordinary soldier is regarded as a bronze rapier and a first-level soldier is regarded as a fine iron broadsword, the latter is stronger than the former in terms of materials and texture. This is the dual power of "quality" and "quantity".

The principle of wizards' war weapons is based on the material of "bronze". No matter if you have a thin sword or a large bronze shield, as long as you are still bronze, you will die instantly if you are touched by it.

However, the theocracy of war changed all of this... He did not increase the 'materials' of these 'weapons', but modified their materials so that they would improve as the overall size of the army increased.

When the army numbered thousands, the bronze rapiers became thick iron rapiers.

With an army of tens of thousands, the coarse iron rapiers turned into fine iron rapiers.

An army of one million means one million fine steel rapiers, which greatly enhances their quality.

Looking at everything in the distance, the white-haired old woman once again sighed at the power of the gods.

This is the power of changing the rules... When such an increase is combined with the military formation, Ares should be victorious in every battle. How did he lose so many times?
"Ok?"

"That's true... If the authority of [War] is so strong, how did he lose before?"

There was a gleam in her eyes, and the white-haired old woman sneered.

I almost forgot that one cannot blame the uneven road for one’s failure.

Some people can turn a good hand into a terrible one.

"Everyone... I think I have found a solution."

The white-haired old woman spoke lightly, looking at Ares who was sitting in the center of the army.

Yes, if the God of War is so strong, how did he lose before?

Of course, it was because he didn't want to be the God of War, but chose to charge forward as a soldier. In the end, he couldn't win, so he was often defeated.

This is as outrageous as a wizard who doesn't use any witchcraft but fights people with a sword every day.

However, since the one who was so outrageous was their enemy, the white-haired old woman had no choice but to nod, and then wished him not to regret it and to keep it up.

(End of this chapter)