Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Under the gloomy sky, the sunlight was blocked by clouds.

The battlefield, which had just been flooded by a flood, was desolate and bleak.

It was like a basin of cold water poured on their heads, and the soldiers who were eager for wealth and victory were hit hard.

At the same time, on a dangerous peak thousands of miles away from the Aigario Mountains, the gods looked at each other in silence.

The coalition forces are coming and a grand war is about to begin.

And perhaps because of the rhythm coming from his priesthood, the God of War Ares has seemed very excited in recent days.

Especially since the Spartans, who originally worshipped Apollo more than him, were willing to obey the will of the gods this time, which made him feel even better.

However, just as he was loudly describing his martial arts and explaining fighting techniques to the goddesses, he never expected to see such a scene.

There was no impact of battle formations, no collision of courage, and no contest of martial arts.

The Athenians simply used the power of the water to break through the camp, and a massacre ensued.

The Mycenaean vanguard warriors didn't even have time to see the opponent's face before their chests were pierced by the knights who followed closely behind.

Most of them didn't even have time to put on their armor before becoming another dead soul under the lance.

It all happened so fast that Ares had no time to react.

So much so that he was just praising courage and martial arts, and the next moment someone told him that these were not always useful.

"…This is a despicable act and a shameless conspiracy!"

"If both sides were to deploy their forces, even if they were the elite knights of the Athenians, we would not be defeated so easily!"

Gnashing his teeth, even though Mycenae was not a city-state that worshipped Ares as its main god, the God of War still looked very angry at this moment.

This is not in line with the rules, nor with the aesthetics of war.

They should first have the heroes of both sides duel in front of the battle, and then the winner will be greatly encouraged and attack the loser.

Borrowing the power of nature to win is simply an act of moral corruption!

"Ahem, but they did."

"So Ares, what are you going to do?"

Among the gods, a special being spoke.

Ares looked in the direction of the voice, but only saw a mask made of gold.

It was a chair suspended in the air, with a hazy halo surrounding it that blocked the view.

A strong but somewhat short man was sitting on it.

It was this cripple again... Even though the mask obscured his features, Ares still couldn't hide his disgust.

If the other party didn't have some skills, what qualifications would he have to stand here with him?

"Humph - this shameless behavior should be condemned, and everyone should spit on the behavior of the Athenians!"

Ares gritted his teeth and finally squeezed out these words.

And he also knew that this was actually nonsense.

In the classical era, no matter which civilization or world, human wars were indeed all somewhat polite.

Perhaps because the population was small in ancient times, or perhaps because of inconvenient transportation, simply killing and occupying land did not make much sense.

In short, whether in the West or the East, they all had an era when people paid attention to "etiquette" on the battlefield.

For example, do not attack a wounded knight. For example, if you see that the enemy's chariot is damaged while chasing the enemy, you should help them repair it first, then watch them continue to run while you continue to chase them.

For example, you cannot attack the enemy crossing the river, you cannot attack an army formation that is not yet prepared, etc.

Of course, all these "politeness" are not permanent, and they will often be gradually abandoned with the development of the times.

Just like "the first push is strong, the second is weaker, and the third is exhausted", the beginning of this story is just the victory of a person who abandons "propriety and law" over those who abide by "propriety and law".

However, with the subsequent collapse of "ritual", this has become a manifestation of wisdom.

The Chaos world today is also living in such an era.

Although there are so-called commonly accepted rules among countries, not everyone follows them.

Similar behavior is not uncommon, and Athens is already a target of public criticism, so there is no point in condemning their behavior.

"There is no way, there is no way. What's the point of saying this?"

With a sneer, the god on the suspended chair received an angry look, but Hephaestus did not react.

Although he appeared here, it did not mean that he had any interest in attacking Athens.

But since Aphrodite came to invite him personally, he had to give her some face.

"I think what the God of Craftsman said makes sense, and Ares, I have a lot of things to do here."

"If there's nothing else, I'm afraid I'll have to leave first."

At the edge of the circle, Apollo, handsome and dressed in costume, holds a lyre.

Like Hephaestus, he was also one of the gods who were pulled here.

In fact, if it weren't for the request of the Mother Goddess Leto, he wouldn't have come here at all.

What does the affairs of Athens have to do with him...As for what Leto asked him to do, it is actually very simple.

Because Apollo's sister, Artemis, was in Athens.

Apollo didn't quite understand why his sister didn't grow up with him.

But no matter what the process was, it did not affect his obedience to Leto's request.

After all, to be honest, Apollo and Leto can be regarded as the rare model mother and son in Chaos.

Not only have they never had any conflicts, but on the contrary, their relationship is very close.

But come on, Apollo is not here to listen to nonsense.

"Come to think of it, you really should learn from Athena."

"It has been proven that wisdom is more likely to lead to victory in war, while courage and martial arts are far behind."

Apollo was not being sarcastic, he really thought so.

However, when Ares heard this, it was not the case.

"Not even close? What a joke. This is not a battle I commanded. This failure is only due to the incompetence of those mortals."

Ares shouted angrily, his eyes cold.

"Apollo, since you like to make sarcastic remarks so much, why don't you show off your archery skills and shoot all those Athenians to death!"

"If you can't do it, don't waste your time talking here!"

"Can't do it?"

"Oh, Ares, Athens is still too far away from me, but you are quite close."

"Why don't you bear with the pain first and try my arrows!"

Apollo's face changed as he heard that, and he grasped the silver bow from behind.

The invisible auras collided in the void, as if the two were about to fight in the next second.

But the next moment, the solemn atmosphere was immediately interrupted as a bolt of lightning struck between the two of them.

"enough!"

With an unpleasant look on her face, Hera didn't know what sin she had committed to always encounter such things.

What a mob they were; if they were not gods, they would be worse than the mortal Odysseus.

After all, although he did not have such strong power and immortality, he was at least recuperating the wounded and looking for a place to stay.

Instead of being like them, who only know meaningless quarrels and infighting.

"Okay, since you guys are useless, I'll do it myself."

With a blank expression, Hera first looked at the goddess of beauty.

This is the kind of person who is incapable of accomplishing anything but always causes trouble.

"Aphrodite, didn't you say that we could get Demeter to join us completely? Where is she now?"

"I...how did I know she could endure so much..."

His face looked a little ugly, and Aphrodite was a little speechless.

Is Demeter a piece of cotton? What is she doing now?

"It seems that she can't be relied upon - I knew you couldn't do anything."

Ignoring the goddess of beauty whose expression was becoming increasingly unsightly, Hera once again looked at the son she had conceived alone.

Hephaestus, Hera's feelings towards him are a bit complicated.

Hera was surprised when Zeus brought him back.

But she did not stop him when he was canonized as the main god and married the daughter of Eurynome.

A god conceived out of his own jealousy, he was born ugly.

But when he grew up, his abilities were extraordinary.

But no matter what, now that he is here, he has to play a role.

"Hephaestus, I want you to make a suit of armor for the heroes of the world. It must be indestructible and hard to be damaged by anything."

"This shouldn't be difficult for you."

“It’s not difficult, but it will take several months.”

Hephaestus spoke calmly, as if responding to the request of a strange god.

"Yes, it will take about that long for the mortal kingdoms to come together."

Seeing a satisfactory response, Hera looked at Apollo again.

"Apollo, I don't ask anything of you."

"But you drive in the sky every day, so you should be able to see all kinds of things in the human world."

"I want you to help the mortal army resolve the crisis in a critical moment. This should not be difficult for you."

"I understand. When I see Artemis, I will do it myself."

Apollo nodded in agreement. He did not have a good impression of the queen who had once persecuted him and his son.

But now that they have a common goal, let's just agree to it for now.

"Ah."

Nodding slightly, Hera continued to arrange some matters.

Although they were numerous and powerful, a lion would use all its strength to fight a rabbit, and Athena was not a rabbit.

"Unfortunately, Zephyros is not here."

"He is much stronger than Aphrodite. If she hadn't acted on her own, perhaps Demeter would have been 'rescued' instead of hiding somewhere unknown now."

Thinking this in her heart, Hera felt a little annoyed.

'Hercules', the glory of Hera.

It's not that she didn't know that this mortal had extraordinary talent, but she still didn't intend to contact him directly.

After all, their direct grudge has a long history.

She remembered the day when Zeus and Alcmene conceived this child, and the King of Gods declared that his next offspring would have a promising future and would accomplish great things.

So he used his divine power of fertility to allow another offspring of Zeus to be born first, thus destroying his plan.

Alcmene was so frightened that she dared not raise the child and abandoned him in the field.

But perhaps it was a coincidence of fate, that on the same day, Hera happened to pass by this field.

She saw that the abandoned child was adorable, so she chose to feed him with her own milk.

The milk of the gods possesses extraordinary power, not to mention that it comes from Hera, the queen of fertility.

Perhaps Hercules' extraordinaryness was determined from birth, and so was his name.

Because despite several twists and turns, the child coincidentally returned to his biological mother's side, and Hera tried to send a poisonous snake to kill him after realizing the truth.

But as Hera's adopted son, he still got the name "Heraculas", which can never be erased.

So Hera's attitude towards him is equally complicated.

She didn't resort to persecution against him, but she didn't intend to have anything to do with him anymore.

"Zeus, huh... you really like him."

Hera sneered. The place where Zephyros was was probably some manifestation of Zeus' will.

So Zephyrus's concern for Hercules meant that Zeus was also concerned.

I don’t know what’s so special about him that Zeus cares about him so much?

But it is probably not a good thing. After all, few people and gods who are cared about by Zeus have ever encountered good things.

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On the nameless mountain, Hera was wondering about the whereabouts of the god of the west wind.

In the east of the earth, the armies of various countries are slowly gathering together.

However, at this moment, Zeferos, who was worried about by the Queen, was not at ease.

Following the orders of the God-King, he finally convinced that special mortal to do things according to his wishes, but who knew that something would go wrong in the first trial.

It was agreed that Demeter would be trapped in the city, but she disappeared.

This made the God of West Wind, who later learned the whole story, secretly curse Aphrodite for looking for trouble, but he had to clean up the mess.

So he immediately arranged a second mission, asking Hercules to go to the north of the continent to hunt a powerful demon lion.

Zephyrus actually didn't know much about the lion.

He just knew that it was raging in the north and was not even afraid of Apollo's bow.

But whatever it was, Zephyrus didn't think Hercules would fail.

Even if I really encounter difficulties, I still have him.

When Perseus went on his adventure, he carried a set of magical weapons with him.

Of course, whenever possible, he would let Hercules solve it himself.

After all, this is a trial for him and a way to train his abilities.

but……

"But what about the others?"

Transforming into invisible wind, Zephyros wandered over an ancient forest that stretched for hundreds of miles.

This is the north of Athens, an increasingly cold and desolate place.

But the mythological world is always full of surprises, such as this place.

But the God of West Wind did not care about these. What really troubled him was that he followed Hercules all the way, but lost him after resting for a while.

Where can such a grown man run to?

"Damn it. Although my concealment skills are unrivaled in the world, finding people is definitely not my forte..."

With a grim look on his face, Zeferos recalled the only mistake he had ever made in his life.

At that time, the second generation of God King was in power. He was responsible for monitoring whether anyone had sneaked into the Delphi Plain where Gaia was.

In the end, I don't know how, Iapetus ran in.

This is definitely not because he is not good at hiding his tracks, it can only be said that he did not see it.

"Unfortunately, I don't have the ability of the ancient sun god 'Looking Down from the Sky'."

"Otherwise, how could I have such a loophole?"

He gritted his teeth secretly, but then the God of West Wind comforted himself.

No god is invincible, and every god has weaknesses.

Since God has already given him an ability, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with giving him a deficiency.

His mentality soon calmed down, but Zeferos knew that he still had to find the person, and he had to find him himself first.

If Zeus knew that he couldn't even do such a small thing, it would probably damage his image in front of the King of Gods.