Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 620: Nature is hard to change

Along the way, Hercules has learned a lot about Zeus, the king of gods, who is most likely his biological father.

And the great hero had a clear idea of ​​what kind of god he was.

If a mistake is irreparable, he may give up pursuing responsibility for the sake of tangible benefits - of course, this does not mean that he dare not face the three-headed dog of hell.

There was no fear in Hercules' eyes, he would only change from fighting with force to outsmarting.

But now that a mysterious person has come to the door, the hero doesn't mind seeing what the other person thinks first without being sure of his true identity.

"So, a spirit claiming to be from the spirit world."

"Where are you now, and what do you need me to do for you?"

Speaking calmly, Hercules asked directly.

"It's simple. Now you and I are both blocked by Kerperos in front of the underworld."

"I want to go in, and you want to go in too, so even if we consider our own interests, we now have the same goal."

The voice was smiling, and the great hero could almost imagine the figure of a smiling boy.

"And my position... This is what I need you to do."

"Come, come to my side. This is the land of eternal night, the realm of the great one above the starry sky, the lord of the eternal night."

"I have something to lend you that may help you solve your problem with Cerperus."

The land of eternal night?

With a slightly changed expression, Hercules asked in his heart:
"Mr. Ander, did you hear the voice just now?"

"Ok?"

"what sound?"

He was stunned at first, and then he learned the whole story from the great hero.

As if it had thought of something, the puppet stopped moving and became like a dead object.

"I didn't detect any trace of him. His divine power should be higher than mine, and he has mastered some powerful authority related to the soul, so he can avoid us and communicate with you."

"But he probably didn't find any trace of me. It's not because I'm so good at hiding my whereabouts, but because of the carrier of my consciousness."

"This puppet?"

Hercules asked in his mind, and Ender answered in the affirmative.

"Yes, that's why I want to travel and adventure with you."

"As long as I don't intentionally leak my aura, the other party won't be able to detect my presence."

"As for the Land of Eternal Night... don't worry. Do you remember what I said?"

"You mean... [Nyx Trail]?"

After a brief recollection, the great hero remembered where he had heard this name.

When he first met Amon, Ander had doubts about this guy of unknown origin. (See 3-297)

At that time, the other party mentioned a magical artifact called the Pen of Hypnos, and also talked about the land of eternal night.

That is a forbidden area for living beings and the boundary of the great master.

Anyone who trespasses into the land of eternal night is bound to face death. Even gods will only gain eternal silence.

However, [Nyx Trail] is different. It is the 'right way' and the only way to travel to this forbidden land.

Thinking of this, Hercules roughly understood what the other party meant.

"You mean, this mysterious person is on the [Nyx Trail]?"

"Yes, that's the only explanation."

He spoke slowly, his tone full of seriousness.

“Besides that, even gods that were once born under the Eternal Night may not be able to move around safely in it.”

"Although for thousands of years, I have never heard of any trace of gods except Hypnos, the god of sleep who only exists in legends."

Nodding, now that he knew the whole story, the hero put aside his worries.

After explaining a few things to Dionysus who was standing aside and was confused, he walked directly towards the land of eternal night.

No one except the Night Mother herself can mobilize the power of the Land of Eternal Night.

So unless it was the original god himself who was playing tricks on him, the being that was speaking was just a "guest".

Go forward all the way to the junction of the moonlight and the night.

Hercules held the bronze rod, feeling the connection between the symbol of supporting the sky and the material world, and he stepped into it without hesitation.

……

Maybe it was because he was invited, or maybe he had never excluded mortals.

After a dizzying moment, when the scene in front of him became clear again, the hero was already under the night.

The stars are twinkling, and scattered sleeping flowers are blooming around me.

In the silent night, an inexplicable terror quietly grew.

Turning around, Hercules could no longer see the road he came from.

Even though he only took one step inside, without the correct guidance, he would be lost here forever.

Fortunately, the connection between the sky-supporting image and the material world still exists... The great hero's mouth opened and closed slightly as he glanced across this quiet world.

"I'm here, where are you... um? My voice?"

No sound was made, because the peaceful night did not allow for any sound in any sense, at least not for Hercules.

Fortunately, the next moment, before he could use other methods to find the mysterious person who was speaking, the other party came to him first.

"Don't waste your energy. This is the authority of Silence, and it belongs to the Eternal Night."

"Murdering sound is only its most basic ability, but its true power... you don't want to see it."

Gentle, polite and handsome.

The gray-haired boy appeared silently and conveyed his voice in a way that ordinary people could not understand.

"No need to speak, just listen to me."

"Cerberus has three heads. One is for resting, one is for eating or thinking, and one is for watching above and below."

"After mastering part of the power to guard the portal to the underworld, almost no movement can be hidden from its perception, and it's the same for you and me."

"So if we want to get past its guard, we must get rid of it—but we can't really kill it, because that will only directly trigger the killing move left by the God King."

"Fortunately, I have a way to deal with it. That is to give the three-headed dog an unforgettable long sleep..."

"In the depths of the Land of Eternal Night, such a power exists."

"And by using this power, you can achieve your goal and solve the problem that Kerperus has brought us."

There were no superfluous words, not at all like Zephyrus.

After briefly explaining the situation, Hypnos took out a ball of divine power.

Strictly speaking, this is no longer a simple divine power, but a product of the power left here when he was born combined with the breath of the Land of Eternal Night. It eventually turned into an unpredictable musical instrument in his hands.

Taking it in his hands, the great hero watched as it transformed into a harp.

"…It seems like you've been preparing for a long time."

There was still no sound, but Hercules believed that the other party could understand what he meant.

And sure enough, the gray-haired boy just smiled.

"Anyone who is imprisoned will feel the same way. I always want to return to my homeland." "As long as you can help me leave, this harp will be my gift to you."

"From now on, you will be able to travel to the underworld smoothly."

"I hope what you said is true."

He took a deep look at the young man in front of him. Even if Ander hadn't reminded him, Hercules didn't trust him very much.

But it doesn’t matter. At least the two of them can reach an agreement on how to deal with Kerperus.

As for what happens next...

If the other party was deceiving him, he would have been prepared for it.

……

The entrance to the underworld, in front of the gates of Hades.

Lying on the ground, the three-headed dog Kerperos was enjoying sweet dreams, delicious food and beautiful scenery at the same time - if the underworld could be considered a beautiful scenery.

The sound of the water of Acheron, the River of Pain, was like a lullaby, making it feel drowsy from time to time.

Fortunately, as a three-headed dog, Kerperus can let his three heads take turns sleeping to relieve boredom and sleepiness.

Until this day, when he was leisurely as usual, a melodious music floated from afar and poured directly into his ears.

If you fail to be alert at the first moment, then there is no point in being alert afterwards.

Immersed in the beauty of the music, Kerperus became increasingly sleepy...

"Hercules, are you sure that what you play is called music?"

His face was expressionless and his face was twitching.

Normally, Dionysus was quite polite.

But at this moment, the hem of his clothes vibrated in the sound waves, and sharp and piercing sounds continued to ring.

He tried to cover his ears, but the sound containing divine power had an extremely strong penetrating power.

It can even make your bones vibrate and induce sleep in this numbing feeling - of course, Dionysus was sure that he didn't want to fall asleep at all under this level of music.

"I guess... this is music?"

His expression wasn't looking very good either, as the great hero tried hard to control the harp.

If this were an earthly instrument, even without any experience of using it, Hercules could use his great skill and control to smooth out the differences and produce music that at least resembled that.

Unfortunately, however, this harp that combines the power of sleep and the breath of silence is not an ordinary object in itself. In order to use it successfully, one must either possess extremely powerful divine power or have superb musical skills.

Obviously, neither of these two heroes fits the bill.

So what he played was more like a 'funeral dance' than a 'lullaby'.

only……

"But why is Kerperos okay?"

Dionysus was a little doubtful, but believed that no one could let down their guard and indulge in the music peacefully under such harsh sounds.

But at the gates of Hades, that didn't seem to be the case for the three-headed dog.

Its huge head swayed gently, as if dancing to the rhythm.

No matter how hard he tried, Dionysus could not discern any melody.

“…Maybe the music I play isn’t that bad after all, it just needs a specific kind of listener?”

Heracles still didn't quite understand, so he just made up an excuse.

"Anyway, no matter what, the three-headed dog did fall asleep."

"Once I remove the threat from it, we can leave here."

While continuing to play the harp, Hercules slowly approached Kerperus.

He carefully observed the other's body, and finally saw a thunder-like mark on the largest of the three heads.

If nothing unexpected happens, then that is the power left behind by the God King...

"Ok?"

For some reason, the movements of my arms gradually slowed down and my thinking became sluggish.

Peng Bai's original energy and blood gradually stabilized, and his firm will became smooth.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hercules seemed to see some scattered gray feathers.

A sense of warning arose in his heart, but it was too late.

Under the unparalleled divine power, even if he kept his mind tense, he was still unable to resist the absolute authority and absolute power.

At his side, Hypnos' figure slowly condensed.

With a slight curl of his lips, the natural evil god slowly looked at the hero.

What a powerful body! This is the first time he has seen such a powerful human.

And such a human being would probably be suitable to become his subordinate and become one of the devils of hell.

Nodding with satisfaction, Hypnos has never been a good man, and there is no fair trade in his dictionary.

From the first time he saw Hercules, Sleep was already prepared to use him to deal with the three-headed dog, and then kidnap him and his body.

Oh, yes, there is also a god without a priesthood.

If I could take him to hell, that wouldn't be a bad thing...

Snapped--

"What are you thinking?"

His hand moved slightly, but Hypnos' expression remained unchanged.

"Hey, you woke up?"

"This is really beyond my expectation. With your strength, it is impossible for you to resist my authority."

He turned slowly and looked at the hero in front of him.

The God of Sleep looked for a long time but couldn't find the reason.

Do you want to continue?

Use your power again?
Without thinking too long, he silently took away the mark on the three-headed dog, and the one left here had turned into a clone.

Hypnos would never put himself in danger unless he had to, like last time at sea, or if the benefits were too great.

But there was obviously no huge benefit in capturing a powerful human, and no one asked him to do so.

"What's your name? A human like you deserves to be remembered by me."

Speaking slowly, the incarnation of the god of sleep looked calmly at the oncoming copper rod.

"As you can see."

"My name is Hercules."

boom--

The stick swung down like bursting a bubble, and the hero did not feel any obstruction at all.

He did not become complacent, for he knew that gods would not be so fragile.

What the other party left here was just a clone. As for where the real body is, only God knows.

(End of this chapter)