Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

On the rough sea, the trident broke through the sky.

Between heaven and earth, countless beings saw this scene, but no one reacted to it.

They are all watching a play, but different beings see different clowns in the play.

Some people saw humans, some people saw the Son of God, and some people saw directly the Olympus gods.

Just like now, in a corner underwater, black mist is gathering and dispersing. At the heart of the ritual, Mephistopheles smiled strangely.

"So, are all these 'born noble' beings like this, or are they just the ones I see like this?"

"What a lucky fate. If he was also a member of the silver human race, he would probably not survive more than a month."

The voice echoed in the dark seabed, but no one responded to him, because there were no living things here, only some transparent souls floating beside him.

Those are the souls of the dead, but they have long lost consciousness. And except for a few existences, even if they are reborn in hell in the future, they will have no chance to retain the memories of their lives.

tread--

As he said, people will not be angry because of the provocation of an ant, because ants just cannot understand the greatness of people. If they also possess intelligence, then they naturally know to bow their heads in front of humans, and the same goes for the Son of Poseidon.

"I don't blame you, Triton."

He didn't make the same mistake twice, he didn't even get close to the other person. The trident still has the divine power of God the Father. Even if Prometheus himself faced this blow, he would still be injured, but what is going on now?

According to the Lord of the Nine Hells, if all beings could retain their memories and be reincarnated, it would only make the hells lose their vitality. After all, what they were like before they were alive would probably not change much after reincarnation. Therefore, except for the first batch of silver humans, only those who have proven their abilities while alive can enjoy the privilege of retaining memories. The remaining souls will forget everything in the past and become the bottom of hell, and then fight and conspiracy to gain promotion.

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on the water.

So at this moment, in front of Ryan, Triton's blood rushed to his brain, and he almost blurted out something that would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

"You don't know my name and you haven't seen my power, so it's understandable that you raise your weapons against me."

But no matter how you look at it, the figure in black in front of you doesn't look like you've paid the price.

With a low laugh, Mephistopheles did not look much, but continued to focus on the huge formation covering the city.

This is recording, recording what he looks like at this time. A sense of humiliation and resentment surged into his heart. As a demigod, this was the last thing Triton wanted to feel - he would always be so humble in front of the true god. What is even more difficult to accept than this is that his appearance has to be recorded.

It is natural that the king of the sea should command the tide. Under this blow, Ryan slowly stretched out his right hand.

No, not just him, but someone else. Triton could even hear the sound of the copper knife rubbing against the stone carvings, and he knew what it was doing.

"I really wish all gods were like this, so how much less would I have to do~"

"Let me go! I am the son of the Poseidon. The gods are watching here. I am here on the order of my father God!"

But obviously, for some people, having to "repent" in front of another true God after just experiencing the power of God is far more difficult to accept than suffering pain.

"Then as you wish."

It seemed like a long time, but in fact it was just a blink of an eye. On the trident, the azure light caused by divine power just lit up and was instantly extinguished. The sharp tip of the halberd was grasped by five fingers and could no longer move forward an inch. Only the remaining force of the artifact's shock pressed against the surrounding sea surface, proving the power hidden under this ordinary thing.

As Triton, the son of Poseidon, said, this world still has to fight for the backstage. Although Mephistopheles prepared a 'gift' for Olympus, he was sure that this 'gift' would not stop all the gods on the mountain.

Extremely fast and extremely slow, the halberd cutting through the space and the slowly raised arm formed a strange yet harmonious picture. In the end, the artifact and the slender fingers that were about to arrive in a moment appeared in the same place, and then the owner of the fingers held the edge.

The voice came from above, and Triton breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the other party still cared about his father. But the words that followed made his face turn red.

It just so happens that the river of forgetfulness flowing through the underworld now can help the devils complete this little thing. In this case, the hell where the source of souls is limited can continue to develop and grow.

Triton felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back, unable to move even a finger.

So now, as long as Triton regrets his actions after recognizing the reality, Ryan will, as he said, no longer care about his previous actions.

In mid-air, Triton's smile froze on his face. He didn't understand what was going on.

It was indeed possible for the mortal before to kill him. After all, the two sides had different cognitions. The ignorant were fearless and could naturally do anything. But this strange true god in front of him couldn't possibly kill him just like that.

Is the other party a true god? But even a god must use his divine power to take over another god's weapon. And if you use divine power in this world, you must pay a price.

Without glancing at the mermaid on the water, Ryan looked at the artifact in his hand.

"The son of Poseidon will never 'repent'. Only my father God is qualified to teach me a lesson. No matter who you are, you should not humiliate me like this in front of the gods. If you can, kill me." ——”

He would rather suffer torture than admit his weakness and ignorance before another god. As for death - Triton didn't actually think he was going to die.

The sound of footsteps interrupted Triton's implicit threat. From the corner of his eye, he saw a trace of the hem of his robe, and the unknown person walked in front of him.

brush--

"Wait a minute, are you the reclusive ancient Titan god? This is all a misunderstanding. I am the son of the Poseidon, and the God King is my uncle. In fact, I followed the will of the gods today -"

The trident came through the air and struck straight at Ryan. The divine power left by Poseidon lingered on it, calming the waves that had just submerged the entire city.

"It's a pity that the God King still has some abilities, at least much stronger than this Poseidon King."

He could already feel that the will of the Lord of Nine Hells was on the opposite side. Soon, the passage will open.

But the devil is not afraid at all, after all, his boss is very reliable.

Thousands of miles of sea, followed by a slight subsidence.

Opening his mouth slightly, Triton seemed to want to say something, but the next moment, he felt a boundless force coming from the void. The world seemed to be rejecting him, and the floating platform formed by the sea water under his feet immediately shattered. Almost in an instant, he fell from mid-air to the sea, and then crawled on it with his body bent to the ground.

"Now, you have seen my strength and realized the gap between you and me, so as long as you repent of your rudeness, I will forgive your previous behavior."