Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

".Really? Well, you did a good job."

Although it was a bit regretful, Zeus also expected this result.

In other words, in his opinion, the mysterious gift from the spirit world was the same as Pluto's 'gift'. It was not really for that god's creation, but was released under the guise of Pandora's hand. After all, it is said that among the original gods, the Lord of the Spirit World and the Night Mother have mastered abilities related to fate. Maybe they may not know what they saw.

As long as it doesn't interfere with his gaining faith, Zeus doesn't want to pay attention to these unimportant things now. After all, the Earth Mother will not sleep forever, and unlike other primitive gods, she also needs external power to make up for her own shortcomings.

In addition, Gaia, the Titan God imprisoned by him, is his potential enemy.

"In this case, Zeferos, you should go to the southern seas and inform the Poseidon."

"He wants to inflict punishment on mankind so much, so I allow it now. He can do it in any form he wants, and I just want the result. Of course, remember to ask him not to be too eager and slow down the time a little. Since it is punishment , always give humans some time to react.”

"It's best if they can record all this. When the next era of human beings is born, let them discover the past of the destruction of their predecessors. Let them know that without the protection of the God King, the sea and the underworld will give them Bringing catastrophe."

Raising his right hand, a scepter inlaid with three gems appeared in Zeus's hand. Today, although the power of this artifact created by the previous generation of god kings is still worrying, after two generations of kings, it has acquired some special powers.

The scepter pointed forward, and an invisible force condensed into a token. It was the token that the God King allowed Poseidon to exercise authority on the earth.

Although even if he does not allow it, Zeus cannot actually prevent a powerful god from executing his authority. However, many things are like this. Adding an extra procedure can better express the orthodoxy of the Divine Court. And in these small things, the gods are also willing to give face to the God King.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your orders will be carried out."

After taking the token and bowing, the God of West Wind exited the hall and hurriedly left Olympus.

He has been very busy recently, but thinking that all this is for the arrival of the next human era, and that he will soon have his own human followers, this makes Cheferros very motivated.

As a god who represents part of [weather], he believes that he will definitely have many followers in the future. Maybe one day in the future, he, a true god whose own priesthood only has weak divine power, can also get a glimpse of the throne of the powerful main god step by step?

After watching Zeferos leave, Zeus sat quietly for a while in the palace. He looked through the door, and the changes in the laws on the earth at this moment were clearly visible.

Outside Mount Olympus, a large net connecting the spiritual world and the real world covers the sky and the earth, and the power of the elements slowly flows on the strings of the magic net; under the earth, strands of black energy surge up, intersecting with the mortal world. Everything combines.

The breath of the human world is no longer so beautiful, but it has inexplicably added a bit of vitality. Looking at this scene, Zeus vaguely captured some insights, but in the end he found nothing.

These are the innate gods. Their innate personality allows them to see things that mortals dream of, but their lack of understanding of their own power prevents anything they see from being transformed into actual progress.

Because their foundation is empty, the power gained based on experience and instinct may not affect their use, but it will become a shackle for them to a certain extent.

"From a legal point of view, will plagues be accompanied by floods from now on? The power of the gods still has too great an impact on mortal things. It's okay to say now, but in the next human century, they can't be allowed to act so wantonly. .”

Silently thinking, 'Wantless', that's what Zeus really thought. Although all of this came from his explicit or implicit instructions, just because the God King can do this, it does not mean that others can do the same.

What's more, Zeus doesn't think that in the future, the gods will compete for faith in normal ways. They can do anything, and as the God King, what he needs to do is to stop this behavior in advance.

Conflicts between gods must not casually affect humans, at least they cannot directly target the opposite believers just because of the conflict between two gods. Otherwise, this will not only affect the image of the gods, but also make them easy to kill. It will take hundreds of years for humans to recover again. This is the wealth of the gods.

Especially as the king of gods who gives human beings the right to exist, Zeus is just like the earth and the sun that are an essential part of human beings. He can also get a little faith from all human beings.

Although there are not many, far less than those who directly believe in themselves, there are still some.

"It seems that I need to formulate a rule in the future. Gods cannot exercise their divine power casually and without reason, otherwise fragile humans will not be able to resist this."

"I don't know when Her Highness Themis will come back."

Although the bronze humans have not yet been destroyed, Zeus has already thought of a lot. As the God King, as the biggest beneficiary of the rules, he should spare no effort to maintain them.

So he needed to formulate a law so that the gods could not massacre humans without reason, unless they directly offended a certain god. To do this, he also needs to seek the assistance of his aunt.

It just so happens that the Goddess of Law has been busy lately. By the time she comes back, humanity will probably be extinct. When the time comes, against the backdrop of corpses strewn on the ground, I will definitely receive support for my suggestion.

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On this day, besides the God-King on Mount Olympus, there were many people who noticed the changes.

When Pandora opened the clay pot, the gods of Hades received permission, and they began to use their inherent divine power to influence the world.

Even if those plagues and disasters do not involve extraordinary power, this natural change is enough to bring catastrophe to mankind. However, on this quiet night, all mortals do not know what happened.

The disease has begun to spread, and the embryonic forms of disaster have begun to brew, but they are still a long way from breaking out. In the deep night, everything seemed silent. In the entire area of ​​human activity, only a handful of existences were aware of this obscure change in the level of laws.

Standing at the core of Aurora, Mephistopheles glanced at the burning holy fire with fear. As a former human being, he thought he could get close to this flame, and even draw some away from it like other humans, but it turned out not to be the case.

When he tried to get closer, a sense of crisis originating from his soul made Mephisto stop unconsciously. He can guarantee that if he continues to move forward, this holy fire will probably burn from reality to his own heart, turning him into ashes from the inside out.

After trying to no avail, the devil had no choice but to find a place far away from the holy fire to cover up his existence with its breath, and then enjoyed this rare 'spectacle' with some intoxication.

Everything was as he expected. Prometheus brought about his own destruction, and humanity was about to be liquidated. Hundreds of high-level mortals drank his blood and were preparing for what he had already arranged.

They sketched patterns, carved stone books, and built altars with materials brought by the devil. Mortals will not understand what they are doing. Only Mephisto knows that this is a special ritual and it will play its due role at the right time.

With this ritual, after this trip is over, he may not only be chased by the gods in the spiritual world, but also those on Mount Olympus, because according to the Lord of the Nine Hells, this ritual is likely to Touch some sensitive nerves.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, there will always be someone to deal with them for me."

With a chuckle, the big devil thought of the information he secretly revealed and the 'innocent' sleeping god.

The former is enough to give Olympus something to do and keep them occupied for the time being. As for the latter, the other party is waiting for him to lure away the gods of the spiritual world for him so that he can complete his feat of 'father-killing', but he is also looking forward to him making some moves on that day to stop the gods of the spiritual world from chasing him. Don’t let go.

If the god named Hypnos can really succeed, this is actually a win-win deal. But for the devil who knew the inside story, he just hoped that he could complete the task early that day and still have time to see how the guy was going to die.

"And what will you do when the time comes?"

Looking towards the east of the city, feeling the presence that was hard to ignore, Mephistopheles frowned slightly.

The human named Cohen was the only one outside of his plan. He appeared without any warning, just like an extra human being appearing out of thin air. He had no idea how he possessed such power.

Fortunately, through these years of testing, the devil gradually discovered that the other party seemed to have encountered some problems that he couldn't understand, so he didn't have much desire to interfere with the outside world.

Although I don't know what he is thinking, the longer this state lasts, the better.

"That's it. It's best to keep it like this. It's unknown. It's really annoying. There's also the guy I met unexpectedly. I don't know what that strange puppet is. But fortunately, his power is very weak and he can't affect anything at all. I just avoid him."

A person who travels a hundred miles is half a mile, there is no such proverb in the world of Chaos, but Mephistopheles still seriously recalled everything in the past one by one, and did not relax until he confirmed that there was no problem.

After completing this operation, he can return to the Nine Prisons to cash in part of his due reward. At least the Lord of Nine Hells is trustworthy when it comes to being a boss.

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Spiritual world, Mount Sinaia.

On the opposite side of the real world, in the spiritual world whose surface has almost covered most of the entire world, Ryan is sitting on the main seat of the Lopez Temple.

The seasons outside have not changed a few times, but in the distorted time and space, a long time has passed here. I don't know when, but the remaining gun barrel of [Gangnir] in Ryan's hand has been separated again and turned into three sections, two short and one long.

The short two sections contain opposing forces, but they also share the "must hit" fate of the remaining parts of the artifact. They have lost their vitality, because the remaining remaining power has been gathered into the middle section. At the same time, it also exclusively enjoys the remaining [Oath] power of the artifact.

The [Oath] of Chaos originally belonged to the world, but was later transferred to the Styx by him in the Second Age, and Styx came into being. As long as there is a god in the world who swears an oath to the River Styx, her power can be slightly enhanced. And if the god violates the oath, then after punishing him, the goddess's power will increase by a significant amount.

In contrast, although Ryan can also make people swear oaths to the spirit world, this does not actually involve the real authority of [oath], it is just an alternative application of the power of the world. But at the moment, this artifact from outside the world is obviously not subject to this restriction.

The power on this short wooden pole is very pure. After being transformed by the spirit world, only the part that belongs to the [Oath] is left, and the rest is rejected to the peeled off front and rear sections.

But besides being pure, this power is also very weak, because any oath requires the power to supervise its execution, and now, it obviously has no power.

Originally, [Gangnir] was able to respond to the wishes of everyone who swore an oath to it because the existence of the world tree Yggdrasil provided it with support. The power of the sacred tree that holds up the nine realms is unimaginable. It is like Tartarus in Chaos. Although it has no clear consciousness, the god kings of all ages can use it as a prison, but no one can question it. It's powerful.

As an artifact created by the branches of the world, there is a connection between [Gangnir] and his mother body. This connection is the basis for ensuring that the oath can be fulfilled.

But now, there is no World Tree in this world, and its remaining vitality is not enough to reproduce a sacred tree that supports the world. Relying on its own negligible power, it can probably only restrain ordinary things, and even more powerful ones may not be useful.

"good."

"There are many things, as long as they are suitable."

With a satisfied smile, Ryan picked up the three broken gun barrels. He gently threw the other two gun barrels of different colors, and they immediately passed through the palace gate and fell down on Mount Sinaia.

After passing through three layers of space-time barriers, the two gun barrels finally fell into the huge stone well in the middle of the world.

There were no splashes or floating on the water. They just sank to the bottom silently without making any waves.

"about there."

Leaving the remaining green wooden pole in his hand, Ryan looked at the huge dragon egg that had some cracks and the reflection of the star in the mortal world.

She's going to be born, today. Because this day is the time when the spiritual power of the world is at its peak, and coincidentally, it was on this day that Pandora's magic jar was opened.

Perhaps humans in the future will add some terrible names to today. After all, this is the beginning of the demise of a generation. But this had nothing to do with Ryan, so he watched the show while waiting for Bai to be born.

The trance of the wind god, the determination of the later awakener, and his claim that he holds the key to breaking fate without touching the jar itself.

The same trick is no different from that used to deal with Zeferos, the god of the west wind. The god of hindsight is not sure whether this 'gift' has been sensed by its creator. This is indeed an unknown thing. Although Mother Earth could not sense what was happening around the golden apple, and the gods might not be able to monitor every move he made in blessing his life, Epimetheus remained cautious about the gift sent by a strange ancient being.

So just like he once deliberately said Prometheus's warning to him in order to expose the wind god, what he said in front of the clay pot was also a kind of temptation.

If the person behind this was watching him, he might take action against him because of his offensive behavior. This seems to be asking for trouble, but it is better to have someone come to your door now than to be watched unconsciously and then be sabotaged at a critical moment.

But unfortunately, Ryan is not the god of wind, and he doesn't care who hands this gift falls into, nor does he care what Epimetheus said. Since the other party followed the rules specified by himself and allowed this gift to remain in the hands of a 'human being', let him hold it.

In fact, if the God of Hindsight can really do something that surprises even Ryan with this gift, then he will only be pleasantly surprised.

However, this possibility is probably not very high.

"The three Zeus brothers made different choices, and so did you three brothers. They are really amazingly similar."

"Those who chose humans were betrayed by humans, but the future is still unknown; and those who chose a king have never been forgotten by his king, but the right time has not yet come."

Thinking of the incarnation's occasional exchanges with the former God King, Ryan once again lamented that the other party's moral level was indeed quite high among male gods who 'possessed power' and 'had rights'.

Not only did he not do anything to his betrayed wife in the end, he even did not forget his loyal subordinates in the abyss.

"However, compared to your elder brother and younger brother, if you choose your own, you really can only rely on yourself."

There is no distinction between superior and inferior. If Epimetheus has enough ability, then choosing himself may not be the right choice. Ryan will not make any comments until the final results come out.

Click——

"Um?"

The sudden cracking sound immediately attracted Ryan's attention. He looked at the huge dragon egg in front of him, where the sound came from.

A crack appeared directly above the eggshell, and then the movement stopped again. But Ryan was not anxious at all. He knew that the little guy inside was probably gathering strength.

boom--

Click——

There was a crash followed by another cracking sound, and the cracks expanded again. But this time, the young dragon did not stop, but continued to hit the eggshell.

Click——

Click——

Kaka——

Little by little, fine lines began to cover the surface of the dragon egg. Until a certain moment, under Ryan's expectant gaze, with a final crisp sound, a small hole finally broke through the top of the eggshell.

The hole is very small, less than the size of a baby's hand, but its appearance itself means that there is no longer a barrier between the dragon egg and the outside world.

So the next moment, an illusory shadow emerged directly from it. It was obviously much larger than the hole, but it seemed not to be affected by the size at all.

This is a white dragon. The body is slender, the wings are gorgeous, and the fine scales are smooth and crystal clear. She doesn't look like a newly born dragon, but more like a miniature version of a young dragon.

Because as a spiritually conceived dragon, she was born to be infected by this power. Her appearance is affected by her own cognition, and her cognition is affected by the power of the spiritual world.

Therefore, although her current image is natural, she has all the 'beautiful' impressions of dragons in the past memory of the Lord of the Spirit World, which makes her look not as ugly as when she was just born.

In the center of the hall, the young dragon opened her silver eyes, and she looked around. The tall temple, the broken eggshell, and the figure in black that made her feel close to her, this was all she had when she was born.

When he opened his mouth and inhaled, the broken eggshell turned from solid to empty, and was swallowed into the mouth in the form of energy. The baby dragon immediately flapped its wings and landed on Ryan's arm.

"It seems you are in good condition."

With a slight smile, Ryan reached out and gently stroked the baby dragon's head. The scales are not harsh, but feel soft and warm.

He knew that as the source of the spiritual dragon, Bai could also see destiny and control elements, but the spiritual realm was what she was best at.

Therefore, her body can change between reality and reality at any time. The soft scales under his hands are an indestructible guard in front of the enemy.

"Are you my creator?"

He didn't speak, but his soft voice, filled with unfamiliarity with the world, entered Ryan's heart.

Faced with the baby dragon's question, Ryan just shook his head.

"Creation is out of the question. I just provided you with the most suitable birth environment, but now you have nothing to do with the original creator."

"So from now on, the spirit world is your home."

Bai shook his little head, as if to express his understanding. But then, something else attracted her attention as a newborn.

Those are another dozen dragon eggs placed on the ground. They are still isolated by Ryan's power and have not been in contact with the outside world, so they have not changed in a unique direction.

"They are your kind, but they are destined not to be the same as you."

Seeing the confusion in Bai's eyes, Ryan smiled and said:

"How about this? It's up to you to decide what kind of dragons they will become. What do you think?"

He didn't particularly understand what Ryan meant, but Bai nodded anyway. The instinct that comes from her blood makes it natural for her to regard these weaker people as her subordinates, and it is completely normal for her to make decisions for her subordinates.