Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

The times began to move forward, and the living carried the fate of death. The world of Hermeneu on this day was very lively.

Leaving this nameless hill, Moses returned to his family and friends, to whom he announced that he had received a divine revelation—except for his mother-in-law, a priestess of the Midianites.

He claimed that he was about to go to Egypt to rescue his people according to God's will, and even the Egyptian gods who lived in Heliopolis could not stop him. He was ready for this, but Moses' words and deeds were naturally questioned.

No one would believe that this eighty-year-old old man had really received God's grace, let alone that it was not one of the well-known gods, but a god that only existed in Hebrew mythology and had never appeared.

Compared to divine revelation, they prefer to believe that Moses was traumatized by his remembrance of his people and his self-blame, and that he had mental problems, so much so that he thought he had seen God.

"...Father, I understand your attachment to your people, but your idea is a little too unrealistic."

He looked to be about thirty years old and dressed simply. Moses' eldest son was the first to express doubts.

"You want to save the Hebrews, and there is nothing wrong with that, but they are now slaves of the Egyptians, and only Pharaoh has the right to decide whether they should go or not. But who are you to go to Pharaoh and save your people?"

"As a messenger of God, God is with me, and that's not a problem."

He shook his head and refuted his eldest son, but then Moses saw his second son coming forward.

"Father, I understand your respect for God, but what is the name of the one you believe in that has been passed down?"

"In Hebrew mythology, only the one who gave you the God has been revealed without a name... If someone asks you who the God you believe in is, can't you answer him?"

"...As mortals, we should not call God by His name." Moses was indeed stumped for a moment, but he quickly thought of a solution: "But God certainly has a title."

"If anyone asks me, 'Who sent you to save the Hebrews? . . . I would say, 'I AM' sent me."

"The I AM has allowed me to rescue them and bring them out of their suffering and torment."

“But they won’t believe it,” Moses’ wife retorted immediately.

She was a Midianite, the daughter of a Midianite priest. She had not received the same education as Moses, and naturally had no reverence for those unproven legends of gods.

"When I reach the most lush area of ​​the Nile River and return to the land where I lived as a child, the miracle will naturally appear. So are you willing to leave with me, or stay here?"

Raising his staff, Moses expressed his resolve to his family.

The argument lasted from evening to morning, with question after question being asked and Moses trying to answer them. He was not good at speaking, but now he answered them fluently.

When the sky brightened again, his family finally and reluctantly agreed with Moses's opinion. They would follow him and set out back to Egypt, back to the center of Hermanu's world.

This was not something that could be accomplished immediately, and they still needed to make a lot of preparations, such as selling off their property and preparing supplies.

So the days passed one by one, and the preparations of the Messer family were gradually completed...but they did not notice that from beginning to end, while they were busy, there was a girl in a green dress standing beside them.

She watched everything but never said a word.

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Present world, human world.

Time flies, and the days gradually approach the end of midsummer.

Under the scorching sun, trees absorb water through their roots and then evaporate it from their leaves.

The chirping of insects could be heard among the trees, and the fragrance of seasonal flowers wafted from both sides of the road.

There were no pedestrians on the dirt road, or rather, there were no so-called pedestrians traveling between different cities in this era.

Anyone you meet outside the city is either an extraordinary person with special skills, or a merchant caravan of more than a hundred people traveling in groups.

Especially since there have been rumors of dragons on this road recently... this has made most people avoid it as much as possible.

……

"call--"

"Let me move it again... When I get home, I'll make you move it a hundred times!"

Near a large pit that looked freshly dug, Andrea was muttering to herself under the scorching sun while gritting her teeth as she pushed a corpse into the bottom of the pit.

The first time she did this, Andrea was not used to it, but now her movements have become more and more skillful.

Ryan was responsible for killing people and she was responsible for burying the bodies, at least eight times if not ten times along the way.

"Ah... it's finally over."

Almost an hour later, Andrea wiped the sweat off her face and threw the shovel aside.

The little princess trotted back to where the carriage was, feeling the cooling effect of the alchemical array, and her face looked as if she had come back to life.

"Ivan! You can obviously solve it with magic, why do you let me dig the hole!"

She puffed up her cheeks, then realized that this was not in accordance with etiquette, so Andrea still maintained the 'aristocratic smile' she had learned since childhood.

Just from her tone, one could clearly hear her resentment.

"If you just wanted to see me working hard in the sun, you could have just said so!"

"You should call me Mr. Ivan. Besides, didn't I tell you that this is a special course I set up for you? Speaking of which, you've buried it so many times. Have you figured out anything?"

Ryan put down the book in his hand and smiled at the angry Andrea.

"What can you see...what can you see from this?"

After a pause, Andrea recalled that there was nothing special about the people who attacked them on the road for various reasons, either in terms of strength or identity.

"Some barbarians from the north, and some descendants of nobles who were stripped of their titles, what's wrong with that?"

"Then Andrea, why are the God-blood nobles nobles?"

Ryan gave a patient and persuasive answer, answering the question irrelevantly.

"Because of their blood, the divine blood allows them to tap into the power in their bodies more easily. As long as the blood is not exhausted to a certain extent, almost everyone can become a professional. If you master the power, you will naturally master the status. And hereditary power will naturally bring hereditary status."

It seemed like a scripted statement, and in fact, this was what Andrea's father told him.

She still remembered her father telling her that pure violence does not equal stable power, but when power can both create wealth and bring violence, then power and power are equal. This is why he turned a blind eye to the ban from Olympia - he was close to wizards and promoted alchemy, not to confront those Western powers, but because he saw opportunities in it.

The influence of the Church of the Gods reaches deep into the human world, and in many places it is even more authoritative than the king. In essence, divine arts are different from the divine blood of the nobles. The latter can only bring violence, but the former can also create wealth.

Holy water that heals injuries, magic that makes agriculture more productive, armor and weapons made in a special way... It is because of these that the church is so irreplaceable.

Just like in Athens today, if the agricultural church announced its withdrawal from the kingdom, the grain output of the entire country would probably drop by more than 30%. In order to get rid of this situation, witchcraft and alchemy were the solutions Theseus thought of.

This is another group that can create wealth and also has power. Of course, Theseus did not intend to use them to replace the church. He just wanted a second option at this time.

"Yes, Andrea, it is just as you said—hereditary power, with hereditary status."

Ryan nodded in approval.

"Even if they have lost their titles, their bloodlines themselves mean value. As long as they want, they can continue to live a life that ordinary people can't even dream of. But Andrea, haven't you noticed that in your kingdom, so many descendants of God's blood have become robbers, while ordinary professionals are rare."

"Why do you think this is so?"

"…because of the policies my father implemented."

No further elaboration was given, because it is no secret in Athens today.

The intentions of this legendary king were very clear from the moment he abolished the aristocratic councils in cities across the country and maintained only the council established in Athens.

He was suppressing the authority of the nobles and concentrating them on himself. At this moment, in contrast with reality, Andrea felt that she really understood something.

"Is it because my father was so anxious that he didn't care about these minor details? Or maybe he didn't even take these nobles who had grudges against him seriously."

"But in fact, they are not without threats. It's not just the ones we encountered on the road. Even when I was kidnapped, someone secretly tipped off the cultists and even turned a blind eye to them..."

"This is Athens, they should not have been able to accomplish this on their own."

Looking a little depressed, Andrea felt that she had a clearer understanding of human nature after learning from her experience.

In this era, there were no sociologists, no psychologists, and almost no politicians. Even the King of Athens instinctively tried to maintain a "balance". In addition, the church, as the state religion, did not reject knowledge, so he brought in witchcraft and alchemy. But if Theseus really explained the principles behind it, he himself might not be very clear.

Even now Andrea felt that she only understood a little bit.

"I know what you mean - so I don't have to dig holes anymore, right?"

She seemed to understand something, but the first half of the sentence was still serious. However, Andrea immediately changed the subject and looked at Ryan with shining eyes.

"Of course... no."

With a slight smile, Ryan shook his head to refuse, then pointed forward under the little princess's 'glare'.

"Let's keep going. We still have a long way to go. We can't stop here."

“You—humph!”

With a snort, Andrea climbed down from the carriage, hung the shovel she had thrown down earlier on the side of the carriage, and then returned to the driver's seat.

The carriage soon moved forward again, and Ryan leaned back in the carriage, closed his eyes and dozed off.

……

That night.

There were no clouds in the sky, and the stars and the bright moon illuminated the entire night sky.

Ryan lay on his back on a large rock, looking at the starry sky above his head.

Andrea was sleeping in the car. Ryan didn't have any problem with the little princess on this point. On the contrary, he usually wouldn't stay in the car.

He prefers to think about things in such a silent environment, as if this would make his thinking more active.

There was no reason, neither physics nor magic, but Ryan felt that way. But today, he encountered a problem.

Because when Ryan asked for holy power from the Atrium Serpent on a daily basis, he received an extra message.

As a shareholder of the Nine Prisons, the Serpent of the Courtyard also felt the abnormal loss of the world's power. However, others still need to guess, but Ryan knows why.

This proves that the divinity in a foreign land has already started its plan, and the forces of the two worlds have begun the final battle. The destruction of Hemenu has completely fallen into a countdown, and Chaos is likely to produce all kinds of chaos... This is expected, but now Ryan has to face a problem, that is, as a human part, he woke up too late.

He had never expected that he would accidentally run into the space-time bubble, which was originally an extremely small probability... In his previous plan, by the time the divine part began to act, his human incarnation should have already finished what he needed to do and was waiting for the show to begin. But now that this situation had occurred, problems followed.

What would the gods do when they sensed the fluctuations in the world's power? How would the original gods respond? Once the world's power was weakened, would the mother tree's blockade still be so strong? He couldn't be sure, just like Ryan still didn't know what tricks Erebus was playing.

This is also why Ryan deliberately used the name of the mother tree to replace Hera's sacrifice. It was not just to make the Queen suffer a small loss, after all, this actually has no meaning. Ryan wanted to use this to see the mother tree's ability to interfere with the present world.

Judging from the results, His seal should still be very strong - if He is not pretending.

Could the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood disguise itself? Ryan didn't know. He didn't know much about this being from another world, and most of his knowledge was limited to guesswork.

"Phew—wait a moment."

"Anyway, the worst outcome won't be that bad."

After thinking for a while, Ryan still couldn't think of any way to deal with it, so he had to take it one step at a time.

At least he needs to see how these opponents are going to attack.