Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Under the scorching sun at noon, the Corician Mountains were as peaceful as ever.

Maybe it's because the most terrifying demon in the world once came here and left some kind of aura here that is difficult for ordinary people to detect. In short, not only mortal creatures are afraid to avoid the vicinity, but even monsters are unwilling to approach this mountain range.

Standing halfway up the mountain, Zeferos quietly waited for the God King to walk out of the cave.

The previous sound of bone friction that seemed to penetrate deeply into the soul has disappeared, and the surrounding area has also become quiet. In Aeolus's mind, Zeus should have gotten rid of the shackles of Typhon's power. Just waiting and waiting, Zeferos never waited until Zeus came out of the cave.

It was as if the movement just now was just an illusion, which made the God of the West Wind a little confused for a moment, but he was not very willing to go in to check.

If the God King did not encounter any accidents, then he might have his own things to do when he stayed inside. It would not be a good thing to disturb him at this time. And if the God King encounters an accident... then there is a high probability that Typhon has left behind some other secret hand.

Although no matter how you look at it, the arrogant monster doesn't seem to have any backup plans, but anything is possible. In this case, Cheferos did not want to cause trouble.

So the God of the West Wind did not act rashly, but just waited outside.

Time passed slowly minute by minute. While waiting, with the help of the ubiquitous wind, Cheferos seemed to hear some strange noise. But it seemed to be isolated by some force, and it just had a vague feeling.

However, Fengshen did not put extra energy into this, and he quickly ignored it. After all, although it is still safe here, no one can be sure that Typhon will not return here on a whim. Under the mental stress, some strange things were temporarily put behind his mind as a matter of course.

Time keeps moving forward.

I don’t know how much time passed, but at a certain moment, just when Cheferos couldn’t help but want to ask a question, he suddenly felt that something had changed in the cave behind him.

At this moment, the God of West Wind shuddered for some reason. For a moment, he seemed to have returned many years ago, when he was still a subordinate of the second-generation God King Cronus... He was ordered to go to the underworld to monitor the movements of the Mother of Night and the Lord of the Spirit World, and then successfully completed his mission.

"What a lucky omen... It seems that His Majesty the God King is preparing some big killer weapon to deal with Typhon?"

After coming back to his senses, Zeferos regarded this familiar premonition as some kind of primitive god-level terrifying threat.

But last time, it was he who faced this threat, but this time this terrible thing appeared in the hands of Zeus.

Undoubtedly, this must be a means prepared for Typhon. It seems that as the God King said before, he really has a way to deal with that monster.

"I thought he was just talking casually... That's right. God kings are indeed capable of a few tricks. Before the turn of the era, who would have thought that Cronus could be so powerful?"

"Well, but these have nothing to do with me. When this disaster is over, I can probably become the new main god of Olympus."

Thinking silently, although Zeferos's divine power is still a little weak now, he believes that this is not a problem.

The God King will find a way... Thinking of this, Fengshen couldn't help but lamented his luck again.

Although he has always encountered troubles of one kind or another over the years, and has always been assigned to do dangerous things, but for some reason, his results have been very good every time.

He attributed it to good luck. After all, luck is a real thing in the mythical world. Now is another ordeal, and the God of the West Wind believes that the result this time will be no exception.

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In the cave of the Corician Mountains, Zeus had changed back to his original appearance at some point.

The blond god stood in a corner of the cave, with a rock pillar beside him. The ground seemed to have been shaved off three layers by something, making it look flat and smooth.

There was no expression on the God King's face, and he just subconsciously pressed his right hand on his stomach. Although everything was over, waves of non-existent phantom pain continued to surge into Zeus's heart.

The God King admitted that, like many gods in Olympus, he did prefer many 'beautiful' things, and it was not even that he could not appreciate weak male beauty, but in any case, as a standard male god of Chaos, Zeus has always been the one who tends to take the initiative.

Neither he nor the Apollos of later generations have ever been interested in passivity, but today's scene undoubtedly challenged his cognition. For the peace of the world, for the stability of this world, and for the smooth birth of the goddess of destiny, he actually made such a sacrifice and did such a thing with the dignity of a god king.

Thinking of this, the God King couldn't help but swear secretly in his heart. He would never allow another thinking being to know what happened today...but fortunately, no one could notice it here.

After all, the human prince had slept peacefully under the power of Zeus, and the God of the West Wind had never come in. Let all this be buried in history. After today, the world will only remember that at the critical moment, the god-king who was favored by the world drew strength from his destiny, and three people were born from his bones and blood extracted by Typhon. goddess.

Just like Ouranos to the Three Furies and the God of Beauty, it is not impossible for gods to be born from the blood of the God King.

Click...

Click——

"Um?"

Zeus looked forward with his eyes suddenly fixed.

In the center of the cave, where he was before, there were three light cocoons floating in the air. But now they are slowly breaking apart, and bits of broken light shells are falling from them.

Perhaps because of the special fate, the birth process of the goddess of fate is also very different. Not long ago, Zeus saw with his own eyes how they came into this world and how they expanded from a baby-sized cocoon to a height of one person.

They don't seem to need time to grow like other gods, or in other words, for the goddess of fate, the existence of fate is the nourishment for their growth.

Crack...

Crack——

Crack!

Like a domino being pushed down, with the first cracking sound, a series of crisp sounds came one after another.

Under Zeus's gaze, at a certain moment, as if breaking through a critical point, the fragments of the light cocoon fell like snowflakes.

The fragments fell and then disappeared. When the light cocoon slowly dissipated, three goddesses with different appearances immediately appeared in front of Zeus.

They are a girl, a middle-aged, and an old man. The oldest one doesn't look like the daughter of the God King, but more like his grandmother than Gaia.

And beside each of them, there is a natural artifact.

The girl is Clotho, and her artifact is a spindle. She can use the spindle to spin the silk thread of fate, and each spindle is a life; the middle-aged woman is Lachesis, and her artifact is a long stick with a scale. She uses the long stick to measure the length of life and determine the length of the silk thread; and the old woman with white hair and chicken skin is called Atropos, and she has a pair of scissors. She can use scissors to cut the thread of fate and make the continuation of life end.

The three goddesses of fate finally came to the world at such a time point. Just like the Titan gods in the past, they were born adults and possessed extraordinary wisdom and judgment.

And just by looking at each other, Zeus understood that they were probably not ignorant new gods who were just born.

They were born from fate, so they naturally know fate... So, apart from things that are isolated and hidden by great power, there are few things they don't know from the past to the present.

Of course, this does not mean that they are omniscient in a certain sense, because they are just the implementers of fate. If they dare to reveal what they know to people who should not know, they themselves will be backlashed by fate.

"But there are exceptions."

"I am the king of gods, I am the indispensable guide for you to come to this world... You should obey my orders, right?"

His expression was calm, as if he had forgotten the previous unhappiness, and the vast power was in Zeus.

However, opposite him, even the smallest Clotho did not show the slightest fear of the king of gods. They looked at Zeus as if they were looking at a stone or a plant, not the powerful king of gods, or their legal parents.

"You gave birth to us under the guidance of fate, but fate has given you enough favors before. So for fate itself, He doesn't owe you anything."

White hair fell on her shoulders, and the same difficult voice came from her withered face.

This old woman, who was born just a minute ago, seemed like an elder who had truly experienced the world, imparting her knowledge to the young.

"But we are indeed different, God King. We came to the world because of you, so our fate owes you, and we can do something for you. But this is only this time, and we can't stop the backlash brought by fate for you."

"Backlash?"

Zeus frowned and got such a response from the goddess of fate. He didn't want them to obey him. But what he didn't expect was that he actually had to face the backlash of fate-and he had never come into contact with such a thing before.

"Yes, backlash...it's just the backlash of fate. Sometimes it's really not a good thing, but sometimes it may not be."

Atropos smiled deeply and didn't explain any more. She just stretched out her hand and gently drew a trace of silk thread in the void in front of her.

In an instant, Zeus seemed to see a lot, but none of them could stay in his mind. He only remembered one, and the breath on that one was Typhon.

"You may want a lot of gods, such as how to become an eternal monarch, such as how to make the original gods bow down to you, but I can't do any of these."

"I am just the hand of fate, not fate itself. All I can do is give you a choice."

"... What choice?"

With a gloomy look, Zeus looked at the goddess who exuded the breath of "riddles".

The other party seemed to see through a lot of things, but didn't want to tell him anything. This feeling made the king of gods very uncomfortable, but his biggest problem now was indeed Typhon.

Fate... is indeed mysterious. But after he completely completes his ritual, he still has plenty of time to delve into its mysteries. Just put it aside for now, and let him listen to what the goddess of fate can do to help him defeat Typhon.

"Destiny is equal. If you want to get something, you have to pay for it."

"If you want to defeat Typhon, you need to put an equal stake on it; if you want to kill it, the same goes."

Pointing his withered fingers on the only thread, Atropos turned it into a seed and handed it to Zeus.

"Give it what you can give...and it will have its intended effect. Typhon can't do anything to you, so you have to give it a chance to do nothing to you."

"Take your divine power, your destiny, and the power of your god-king, and give it the ability to take everything from you. If you are defeated by it, it will take everything away from you - and you will fall into eternal sleep. , and Typhon will take your fate.”

"If I can defeat it," Zeus said coldly with an indifferent voice, "then what use do I need this seed for."

"If not, what's the difference between this and giving a gift to Typhon?"

"The difference is that if you put pressure on your own power, it must also put pressure on its own strength - as long as you are both willing."

"It will gain the ability to completely solve you, but if it fails to solve you within the stipulated time, the situation will be completely reversed. This agreement witnessed by fate will extract its power and then add it to you, Let the strength and weakness between you change. At that time, you will have the power to defeat it."

He smiled, the wrinkles on his face crowded together, like the evil witch in the fairy tales of later generations.

Atropos raised his pale eyes and finally warned the God King:

"But I have to remind you, God King."

"A wise man who can spy on destiny will not spy on his own destiny, because that will only put himself under fate and then let it be at its mercy. The punishment of fate will only be postponed, and it will never disappear."

"It's up to you to decide what kind of fruit you want to grow, as long as you can afford the price - and I am only responsible for delivering it to Typhon."

"Of course, I understand."

Nodding, Zeus reached out and took the seed.

He looked at this strange object formed by the thread of fate between him and Typhon, but he couldn't see anything special about it. It seems so ordinary that only something special can cause it to react.

After looking at it for a long time, Zeus gave up his plan to study it. He was about to inject his own 'price' into it according to the method Atropos said, but then he seemed to think of something, and Zeus couldn't help but stop his actions.

"I remember... you were talking about 'the power to defeat it' rather than 'the power to kill it', and Typhon does not seem to be immortal, it just has extremely high immortality - so, could I just Can’t you kill it?”

The cave became quiet for a while, and the God King and the Goddess of Destiny looked at each other. After a long time, Atropos looked away.

"... Of course, God King, if you want to break this powerful immortality, you have to press your own 'death'."

"Do the gods die?"

"No, so theoretically, 'death' is not a bargaining chip for you, because you can give up your divine power and your throne, but even if you want to, you can't give up your life..."

"But I feel," God King interrupted lightly: "I can suppress my own death - and even if I try and fail, I will never die, because this is something the world cannot tolerate. matter."

"..."

"If that's the case, then that's what I'll do."

"Anyway, this price only holds true when I plan to kill Typhon, right? If I don't kill it, then this is an agreement that does not exist."

In the cave, when Atropos stopped talking, Zeus smiled and then planted the seeds on the ground.

So the next moment, the seed that absorbed the God King's 'price' fell to the ground and took root, and then quickly grew into a tree. There was only one fruit on the top of it, and then as the old arms picked it off, the whole tree turned into dust.

"...As you can see, God King. I will send it to Typhon, but it is up to him to decide whether to eat it or not."

Putting the fruit into his sleeve, Atropos turned around. She glanced at Zeus, who was still staring at where the trees dispersed, and then walked out of the cave.

"After that, our sisters will find a place to live on our own and won't disturb Olympus... But I advise you again, Your Majesty the God King."

"The price you think you can avoid will have to be paid one day... and those who try to play with fate will also be played by fate. This is an irreversible truth, even the God King will not be an exception."

The sound of a night owl faded away, Atropos and her sister left, and with the departure of Fate, the cave became quiet again.

It seemed that he did not pay attention to the other party's warning for a while. It was not until a while after the three goddesses disappeared that Zeus finally seemed to come back to his senses and tidied his clothes.

He looked at the small pit where the fruit trees grew, the place where destiny bore fruit, and then showed an expression that he didn't know what to look like. He strode out of the cave, and in the next moment, the cave that had witnessed everything today was reduced to ruins amidst the whispers of the God King.

"Haha, fate can't be played with... of course I know that."

"But I am the God-King... Atropos, and God-Kings, haven't they always been played by fate?"

The three generations of god kings were all like this.

Since he is destined to be in debt, for Zeus, why not come with more debts.