Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 611 Artifact and God
Thousands of miles away, it is surrounded by four "metal hills".

His eyes were bloodshot and his chest was heaving violently.

At this point, no matter how hard he used his muscles to think, Ares could see that he had been tricked again.

Of course, this isn’t the first time this has happened to the God of War.

I still remember that when Ares was first teased by humans, he was in a bad temper for a whole year.

But when it happened the second, third, fourth time..., he gradually became less angry, but this time it was different.

Because this time, he also carried the death order of the God-King.

Either succeed or die - although gods cannot die, Ares doesn't think there is any difference between that and death.

He left the human world, his servants, and Aphrodite, and was thrown into the abyss alone.

I wonder if Afu will still think about him every day at that time?

"what--"

Roaring to the sky, Ares' fingers embedded into the Titan golem's body like divine iron.

Under the stimulation of strong emotions, he lifted up the mountain-like golem and threw it hard at another golem.

Rumbling--

It was like a meteor hitting the earth. In an instant, countless dust swept in all directions along with the impact.

However, bathed in the dust, Ares discovered in despair that, just like every time before, the Titan Golem had not suffered any fatal damage at all.

Even though his efforts over this period of time had consumed more than 30% of the power of the Styx flowing between the metals and the protective power had also decreased, it was still not something he could penetrate in a short period of time.

But during the time he was stopped, the army he brought from afar suffered countless casualties.

Ares certainly didn't care about the deaths and injuries of mortals, but he knew that the lives of these humans were now equal to his power, and his power was equal to his possibility of completing Zeus' mission.

Before today, he always thought that the mystery lock of Silvermoon City was his only obstacle. After hearing about the wizards' blood sacrifice of a city, he even felt vaguely inspired.

If he really cannot break the mystery lock by his own strength, then he may try other methods. Anyway, there is a wizard to take the blame for him.

But now, all of this seemed to be moving away from him.

He couldn't even get past the first level, let alone the cities behind it.

"No... I still have a chance..."

In the rolling dust, Ares reached into his arms.

The divine weapon [Thunder Arrow]... and it is an even more powerful [Thunder Arrow] than the previous one.

Although the God of War didn't know why a man-made artifact would give him such a clear sense of becoming stronger, this was the fact.

If the Thunder Arrow had ever brought Ares a feeling of sharpness and fear when it attacked Achilles, it would have been a feeling of sharpness and fear.

Now, it makes the God of War feel out of reach.

It is as if Zeus had not forged it with a portion of his own ministry, but with all that he had.

Ares even had another vague feeling - the current [Thunder] was no longer complete.

Because it has found its destined other half, another magical artifact that can complement and complement it.

Although this premonition was even more outrageous than the previous one, Ares vouched for it based on the God of War's intuition about weapons, and it was most likely not false.

Of course, whether this is true or not, it has nothing to do with him now...

"Hoo... huh..."

His muscles were bulging and he was breathing heavily. The God of War was struggling in his heart.

Want to take action?

If he did, could he still maintain the power of a powerful god?
But if he doesn't take action, then was what Zeus said before just an angry remark or an ultimatum to him?

My mind was in a mess, and the dust around me gradually settled.

Faintly, four tall metal giants surrounded him again, fearless of life and death.

At the same time, as if afraid that he would run away, a voice came from afar.

"Your Highness Ares, are you going to escape now?"

"The God of War who has been defeated a hundred times is worthy of his reputation."

The black robe fluttered in the wind. The great wizard looked at Ares standing on the ground. Although he knew that it was difficult to sheath the sword, he still said something he had wanted to say for a long time.

"A natural god...how did it fall into your body?"

"But it doesn't matter. Come, I'll teach you a trick."

"Thousands of years later, when your child asks you about this past, you can tell him:"

"Child, even though you may not have my blood flowing in your veins, and even though I don't know who your father is, it doesn't matter."

"Because under my teaching, although you may not be able to achieve victory, as long as you learn the lessons I have passed on to you, you will definitely be able to avoid all defeats in this world."

"..."

Zheng——

In the sky, this time, the black-robed wizard did not receive any response.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

A moment later, above the dusty ground, he saw a sudden rise of purple thunder.

……

The fourth level of the spiritual world, the world of all spirits.

April hangs in the air, surrounded by thousands of souls.

The two-colored swirling "sea" circulates endlessly. With every breath, tens of millions of souls flow out of it, and countless souls flow into it.

The three goddesses who are in charge of [Spring], [Summer] and [Autumn] respectively judge the deeds of all living beings in their lifetime day and night and set the beginning of their afterlife.

However, for thousands of years, the entire Spirit World seemed to be independent of the Spirit World system.
Because long ago, during the Bronze Age, it cut itself off from all other dimensions.

Outsiders cannot enter, and those inside cannot get out.

So she just stood there quietly, Eros gently flapped her small wings behind her and yawned secretly.

She and Volos had agreed that if necessary, the two of them would take turns guarding here while the other would go out and play on his own.

As for how to decide who stays and who goes out, they have their own solution.

That is to weaken one's own power, create false 'golden arrows' and 'lead arrows', and then go find a couple or an enemy to make a bet.

Betting on how many arrows can cause a pair of lovers who once swore to be together to go their separate ways, or make sworn enemies fall in love.

Winners leave, losers stay.

And obviously, Eros is the loser today.

"……yawn……"

Covering his mouth, Eros shook his head, trying to make himself more awake.

Although their behavior sounds a bit excessive, as if the love and desire of mortals are just plays in their hands, Gemini does not feel that way.

Because to them, this behavior itself cannot be considered "good" or "evil".

They were simply betting and didn't even get any pleasure from playing with love and hate.

Just as people do not feel guilty or happy because of eating and walking, they will not have any emotional changes for such ordinary things as breathing. Time passes slowly, and the spiritual moon waxes and wanes.

At a certain moment, beside Eros who had already fallen asleep, a lavender moonlight flickered.

With her gorgeous skirt trailing on the ground, Lyanna stepped onto the land of the All-Spirits.

His brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

Without waking up Eros who was immersed in a beautiful dream, he looked at the white dragon who was wandering in the dream.

It was not until Ysera looked away guiltily that Lyanna took a step forward and appeared directly in the center of the spirit world.

"…Lady Lyanna, why are you here?"

Subconsciously on guard, when she saw who was coming, Siqiu's goddess Eirene bowed slightly and informed her sisters that this was not an enemy.

"I need your help."

Lyanna spoke slowly, her eyes sweeping between Eirene and the two goddesses who had arrived while she was speaking.

The latter was slightly startled when she heard this, and they simply exchanged glances with each other.

Then the eldest sister among the three, Haru, and the newly born Eunomia nodded solemnly.

"…It is our honor, Your Highness."

"Please tell me what you need us to do?"

"It's very simple."

He nodded slightly, and then his white and tender fingers drew a gap in the air.

Through the crack in space, Oenomea could vaguely see the scenery behind her.

The towering mountains, the magnificent scenery that penetrates the clouds, a holy place that is inaccessible to all living beings.

To the surprise of the three sisters, that was not the place where a large number of human casualties had just occurred, nor was it the only country in the world that believed in the Lord, but another place that was exactly the opposite.

That is the home of the gods, the territory of the king of gods, Olympus.

"It's there... or to be more precise, it's the bedroom of Queen Hera."

Lyanna spoke lightly without explaining the reason.

The three goddesses looked at each other again, and then nodded in unison.

It doesn't matter where we attack.

Since Lyanna was the spiritual guardian designated by the Lord's will before leaving, they would do as the other party asked.

Attacking the lair of the God King may sound scary, but so what?

No matter how powerful Zeus is, he cannot break into the spiritual world.

The mind was made up, and the next moment, under the joint will of the three goddesses, the [Well of Samsara] glowed faintly.

This ancient artifact, which has never truly faced an enemy since its creation, seems to be awakening from its slumber, and the symbol of "cycle" is gathered here.

With a solemn expression, Lyanna watched this scene and raised her hand, bestowing all the spiritual authority she could on this artifact of creation.

If it was before, when Hermeneus had not yet been destroyed, there was no extra power in the spiritual world for her to mobilize; if she had to take on the responsibility herself, then with Lyanna's current abilities, she would not be able to mobilize great divine power outside the spiritual world.

But the [Well of Samsara] is different...it is a divine artifact.

Lyanna does not need to mobilize great power. She only needs to give this artifact of creation endless support, and the other party will naturally display supreme divine power.

His eyes turned and looked at the scenery on the other side of the space crack again.

Looking at the palace that belonged to the Queen of Heaven, Lyanna gave her final instructions:

"Remember, you don't need to do anything to Hera, you just need to smash open the palace."

"As for the rest... I will take care of it."

The voice was calm, and at this moment, Lyanna couldn't help but think of the prayers of those believers on earth.

Hmm...nice remark.

Although it was fake, since it was for the glory of the Lord, she would just treat it as real.

With a slight smile, although she knew that Ryan would not care about his image in the eyes of mortals, Lyanna still didn't want to let the crimes committed by those wizards be tainted on him.

Fortunately, the believers still had good brains... and made silent promises in their hearts.

Lyanna decided that after those mortals died, she would give them an extra reward by allowing them to live forever in the Lord's kingdom in the form of holy spirits.

……

In the human world, in a deserted market.

Looking off into the distance, Zeus watched as lightning streaked across the sky, splitting a black-robed figure in two.

He saw a white-haired old woman trying to escape, but she turned to ashes under the thunder and lightning that tore through the sky and split the earth.

He saw that the guy who created those metal giants was also torn apart by the aftermath of the thunder, and the remaining power crossed the sky and crashed into Silvermoon City at the end of the earth.

Under the undisguised might of a powerful divine being, and with the blessing of a powerful divine weapon that has faintly reached the peak of high-level divine weapons, even if the Ocean God stands on the sea, he cannot say that he can remain unscathed.

Of course, Zeus knew that this was not because Ares suddenly became stronger, but because the artifact that he had strengthened with the essence of foreign gods had become stronger.

Even if its other half is added, the current [Thunder Arrow] may be qualified to compete for the position of Chaos's first offensive artifact - after all, looking at the entire world, there are not many artifacts that focus on killing power.

The Sun Sword was one, the Mother Goddess's scimitar was one, Themis's [Evil-Slaying Sword], Athena's [Spear of Voktor], and were there any others? Zeus had no recollection.

But no matter what, such an attack is indeed quite powerful, and has even successfully shaken the defense of the mystery lock.

With a slight movement of his mind, Zeus used the authority of the King of Gods to temporarily influence the punishment of the rules of the world.

He did not want to 'knowingly break the law', on the contrary, he wanted to make Ares' crime more serious.

Since he had no intention of covering up, it couldn't be considered as violating the order he had set.

"Go on, Ares."

"I have blocked the laws of the world for you. You still have two chances to strike. Don't let me down."

He spoke softly, letting his voice ring in the ears of the God of War, to which the God King smiled with satisfaction.

That's it, trash belongs in the trash can.

And before you are thrown in, shine as brightly as possible, as atonement for your previous stupidity...

"Ok?"

"Interesting, a follower of the Lord of the Spirit World?"

With a slight change of expression, Zeus turned around and looked at a corner of the market.

There, an old woman was walking slowly towards him.

"...How did you find me? Logically, it is impossible for mortals to detect my aura. Even few gods under the great power can do it."

He asked politely, Zeus mobilizing his authority to allow the two of them enough time to talk.

"That's probably because you only focus on extraordinary means and forget that mortals also have their own means."

The old woman spoke quietly, with a calm expression, as if she was not facing the King of Olympus.

When she came here today, she had no intention of going back alive.

After all, no matter what, as the last archbishop of the church, the light of the Lord will protect her soul.

(End of this chapter)