Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 609: Truth and Heart

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A hundred miles outside the city of Condenia, near an undulating hill.

Divine light streaked across the sky, and Ares once again left his chariot behind.

His chest heaved violently, and a strong anger burned in his chest.

The God of War never expected that he had just heard from Zeus about the wizards' atrocities of blood sacrifice in the city and kidnapping the goddess of youth, but then he would be humiliated by these lowly and despicable unbelievers.

Nightingale's underwear... In fact, although there was no evidence, Ares felt that these wizards were most likely not just mocking him personally.

They may have heard some rumors from somewhere and then arbitrarily assumed that Aphrodite was a goddess with a loose character.

The reason why the wizards gave him such gifts was actually to laugh at him behind his back, laugh at his marriage to Afu, and envy him for being able to possess the most beautiful goddess in the world!

"You despicable lunatics, you degenerates who deserve to go to the abyss, get out of here!"

"I know your little tricks. Aren't you just trying to irritate me and the great God of War Ares?!"

"I tell you, you succeeded... Come, come out and see me!"

"Soon, it won't be long before I imprison you in my kingdom of God, where I will torture you for ten thousand years!!!"

Ares roared madly while flying quickly.

But just as he passed the hill, he noticed out of the corner of his eye the changes in the ground beneath his feet.

Faintly, several things whose aura was originally hidden by some kind of rune array emerged from it.

What was that, some kind of gigantic demon, or a giant with ancient blood?

He concentrated his mind and sensed, but the God of War did not feel any strong vitality beneath the earth.

Only the combat instinct brought by his priesthood told him that it was by no means a simple enemy.

"Ridiculous...get out of here!"

boom--

Pulling out the bronze sword from his waist, Ares couldn't remember how many swords he had replaced recently.

He only remembered that Hephaestus warned him that although this was not the artifact carefully crafted by the other party, he was not allowed to destroy it casually like this.

Haha... Is this what I want to destroy? You should ask me why I always encounter existences that are beyond ordinary people's understanding.

Fortunately, this time, his enemies were just a group of wizards playing spells!

Clang——

The sword fell and embedded itself directly into a thick layer of metal.

But unlike what the God of War thought, the power he wrapped around the sword seemed to be greatly weakened by this layer of metal.

The force that could split mountains and rocks was forcibly blocked, and only a gap several feet long was created.

Feeling this familiar power, Ares couldn't help but look grim.

"Achilles...water of the Styx!"

"Yes."

"This is the metal that has been washed by the water of the Styx... although it is only diluted Styx."

hum-

A silver light flashed, and a white-haired old woman appeared out of thin air in the sky not far away.

Around the God of War, the earth was rumbling, and metal giants over a hundred feet tall were slowly rising from it.

The originally solid metal turned into liquid, and in just a flow, the damage caused by Ares disappeared.

Looking at all this, the God of War's face became even uglier.

Although he could feel that his attack was not meaningless.

Because although these metal giants are also surrounded by the power of the Styx, they are obviously not comparable to Achilles, who perfectly embodies the essence of the river water.

Although they can achieve a certain degree of "indestructibility", Ares' power can still cut through these metals.

Moreover, he could feel that as his own strength was dissipated, the power of the Styx in these giants was slowly fading away.

Obviously, if he had divine power at this moment, these ridiculous things would not last long.

Or maybe he had more than one legend or demigod around him, who could easily wipe out the Breath of the Styx with numbers, but now he was alone.

Ares's originally angry heart cooled down a little, and he frowned.

However, seeing this scene, the white-haired old woman just smiled and said:
"Your Majesty Ares, I have heard about the story between you and the goddess of beauty Aphrodite..."

"So before we go to war, I specially sent you a gift. Did you receive it?"

"I know that perhaps the respected goddess of beauty is not so free and casual in front of you... But with the gift I gave you, perhaps when the night is quiet, you can also chat with yourself-"

boom--

Before he could finish his words, a bronze short spear came flying through the air.

Feeling the space was faintly locked, the white-haired old woman casually drew her hand and broke this instinctive empty point anchoring.

I really don't know what to say. He clearly possesses the holy power of a demigod, but he can't even interfere with the space jump on the battlefield.

As demigod-level clergymen, these Olympus gods were not even as good as some of the clergymen, which made her laugh out loud.

"Ah—madman, shut up!"

boom--

boom--

boom--

Three more bronze spears came flying through the air amidst Ares's soul-stirring war cry.

Striding forward, the God of War's eyes were already red.

"So it's you, but you know what? I'm Afu's only husband! We're a legal couple!"

"Under the witness of the Mother Goddess and the certification of the Guardian of Marriage, we have become partners for eternity. You cannot attack us!"

"You shameless wizards, it's not enough that you sacrificed lives, summoned evil creatures, and even robbed the gods, and now you dare to slander me!"

"Ah...die!"

"Die to me!!"

“Die for me—!!!”

Three times in a row, each one more angry than the last.

At this moment, a strong sense of crisis surged into the heart of the white-haired old woman.

When the gods' emotions fluctuate to the extreme, their authority also spontaneously guides their power to change under the influence of instinct.

A divine spell that can't cause mental attacks?
The voice of the God of War at this moment is the war cry.

A secret method that won’t cause explosive power?
The heart that beats like a drum is the war song.

Even the space lock that could be easily torn apart was now slightly stronger.

In addition to being shocked in her heart, the white-haired old woman could only sigh that the potential of these ancient true gods was simply endless.

"But potential is potential, it is not the current strength after all."

"And then again, I didn't know much about the gods, and I only mentioned Aphrodite because of her followers... But now it seems that the reaction of the God of War is a bit too much."

With a strange expression on her face, she decisively distanced herself from the enemy. While flying away from the army formation, the white-haired old woman tried to deliver the final blow.

"Your Majesty Ares, I was just saying this casually. Why did you react so strongly?" "I once heard a proverb from Athens: lies are not fatal, but the truth is hurtful."

"Could it be that I accidentally predicted what you were worried about?"

whoosh-

Bang bang bang bang bang-!
A bronze light flashed, and the five triggered defenses were shattered instantly.

Taking advantage of the time she had gained, the old woman turned her head as much as she could and finally avoided the bronze dagger that broke through the air.

“Hu… Ho…”

He was breathing slightly and cold sweat was running down his back.

The white-haired old woman once again admitted that the potential of these true gods was indeed infinite.

But it doesn't matter, her goal has been achieved.

Looking at Ares who had almost lost his mind and pounced on him like a madman.

The old woman wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and then quickly led the other party away from the army.

……

At the same time, on the city wall of Condenia.

The hood was lifted and his face was calm.

Amid the gazes of the many guards on the city wall, some rejecting, some respectful, some suspicious, and some ignoring him, the great wizard remained very calm.

The sun shines overhead, reflecting a little light.

Without any cover, this calm wizard with a big bald head walked casually on the city wall.

Of the twelve tower masters of Silvermoon City, excluding those who were out for some business, those who were obsessed with experiments, and those who refused the chief's invitation, almost all of the remaining few came to this city to cooperate with the plan of the God of Hunting.

But now, apart from those who controlled the Titans, attracted the God of War and picked up the white-haired old woman, he was the only one left here.

She wore a long robe and a smile on her face.

No matter how you look at it, the bald wizard's temperament is not that of a wizard obsessed with experiments, but rather a missionary who is well-read, gentle, kind and simple in heart.

In fact, when the bald wizard asked himself, although he was not a kind person in a broad sense, he was definitely not evil either.

He actually didn't do much research on the soul.

He has never colluded with the devil.

He still hadn't done much exploring of evil things and demons.

In fact, he never did most of the things that the world considers to be evil.

He even helps the elderly and sponsors homeless orphans.

So no matter how others evaluate him, he never thinks that he has done anything wrong.

Even if there are a few behaviors that are not recognized by people, it is just a difference in personal philosophy.

Just like now, holding a powerful weapon made by another great wizard, he is about to kill hundreds of thousands of lives, and even their deaths will be extremely cruel.

But the bald wizard didn't think there was anything wrong with this, because death is death, and whether the death is beautiful or not does not change the result.

And dying in a fight with someone on the battlefield is no more just than being killed by him, or strictly speaking, there is no such thing as justice in war.

"It's really sad..."

The bald wizard sighed slightly and felt a little emotional.

"Countless humans, for some illusory things, fought and struggled on the earth."

"Whether it's for God, for profit, or for something else."

"You abandoned your own bodies and flesh, and let your life dye this world red."

"But in the final analysis, what's the point of all this?"

"At least to an individual, they mean nothing."

He expressed his opinions quietly until a certain moment when the bald wizard found that the space around him was empty.

An old man holding a scepter walked towards him with a smile and pointed at the guy with the scepter.

“Naturally it makes sense.”

"Because when people believe in God, they are not only believing in God itself, but also seeking a spiritual destination and a place of faith."

"Throughout the ages, people have always believed in something, whether it be the natural world, personified gods, lofty morals, or concrete countries or ideas."

“Only with the same beliefs can human beings gather together, and eventually these beliefs are passed down and become culture and traditions, which are passed down forever with each race.”

He said this with a smile. From his words, it seemed that the old man did not have the fanatical faith like other believers, nor did he shy away from talking about God objectively.

But listening to him talk about his philosophy, the bald wizard knew that throughout the entire Silvermoon City, there were few people whose faith was stronger than his.

What the world sees as piety is actually blind obedience, and their beliefs will change with the change of environment and cognition. But the old man is different.

He deeply understood the essence of faith and knew that there was nothing lofty or insurmountable about it, but he chose faith anyway.

Shaking his head slowly, the bald wizard knew that he could not convince such a person.

So he just smiled and reiterated his thoughts.

"Maybe, but that's your idea."

"For me, nothing in this world is more noble than the concept of 'I'."

"My flesh and blood are the most important things in the world, and my spirit is the most independent thing in the world."

“Any independent creature, even if it was created by God in the beginning, once it becomes independent, it has endless possibilities. This is the miracle of life, which no one can deny.”

"So in my eyes, nothing in this world is more important than 'me'. No matter if it is faith, interests, or the so-called family, country, and the world."

Different road non-phase plan.

Just as the bald wizard knew that he could not convince the old man, the old man did not think he could convince him.

Fortunately, the other party has never done anything excessive. No matter what he thinks, it is his freedom.

So when the other wizards were not here, the old man straightened his face and asked very seriously:

"What about the 'Hunter God'?"

"Is this also for your 'I', for your own existence?"

"I guess so, but I don't actually plan to do anything to that god."

Shaking his head slowly, the bald wizard said sincerely:

"I just want to teach him the results of my research. I want to prove that although the power of 'mind' and spirit both originate from the soul, their natures are completely different and even polar opposite."

“Although my research is very complete, I have never dared to try it myself because the mind is so powerful and so fragile.”

"I don't want to leave a wound in my heart that is difficult to heal...but God is different."

"Whether they are angels or gods of Olympus, you know they are immortal."

"This is my purpose. As for what others want to do, it has nothing to do with me."

It sounded a bit like shirking responsibility, but the old man believed what the bald wizard said.

Because the other party is simply an outlier among wizards. Although he also meditates, he believes more that the mind can change matter and that the existence of the self is the foundation of all things.

In a sense, the old man even felt that this was somewhat in line with the church's ideas, but it was still a bit unorthodox.

(End of this chapter)