Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Above the Nameless Forest, the God of West Wind, who had lost the target he was tracking, was searching for the "lost child" in desperation.

However, Zeferos was not as anxious about this matter as he thought.

After all, we just rested for a while and didn't waste too much time, so the other party shouldn't have gone too far.

After all, there is only one person on the other side, where can he run to?

He thought so and did it.

However, what the God of West Wind did not know was that while he was searching, in the nameless forest under his feet, Hercules was chopping down the bushes blocking his way with a knife.

"brush--"

"Click——"

He raised his sword and chopped it down, causing the blade to curl a little.

The plants in the primitive jungle are still too dense. If they are not cut down, it will be impossible to pass through.

Fortunately, Hercules was extremely strong and didn't care about the consumption. It was just a matter of spending a little more effort.

"call--"

"Nomisa giant lion, no one knows where it is hiding."

"The God who arranged the trial never told me about it... Maybe finding it is also part of the trial?"

He looks energetic and you can't tell at all that he's been tired along the way.

Although Heracles had some intuitive feelings during these days, he did not actually realize that the God of the West Wind was following him secretly.

In any case, Zephyros is a god with power.

Under normal circumstances, it would not be so easy for him to reveal his whereabouts, at least not to Hercules who had no extra means except brute force.

Because the young hero naturally didn't know that he had suddenly "disappeared" in the eyes of the other party for no apparent reason. On the contrary, he was still thinking about how to complete his mission.

Although Hercules met the knowledgeable Athenian in Eleusis, the other party also proved with practical actions that the rumors about the Athenians' wide knowledge were not groundless.

But the hero in front of him was not someone who would blindly listen and believe. Whether it was the words of the God of West Wind or what Ryan said, he was only half-believing and half-doubting.

So the trial must be completed, and he must go out to sea...but in the meantime, he must continue to inquire about the news and learn more about the relevant inside story.

This trial is a good opportunity. After all, Hercules has never been to the north of the continent.

He had long heard that evil gods were rampant here, but he had never actually seen these beings that were rejected by mainstream beliefs.

Maybe here, he can learn more...

"Whoosh-!"

"Ok?"

Hercules suddenly raised his hand and grabbed a sharp bone arrow in his hand.

A green light flashed on the sharp arrowhead, and there was no doubt that it was coated with a deadly poison.

However, the arrow sharpened from the giant beast's bones could not scratch the hero's skin at all, it just left a little white mark.

"——Who's there?!"

salsa——

His eyes were sharp and intimidating, and as Hercules gazed, the trees in the distance swayed, and he saw two figures emerging from the jungle.

One of them was holding a bow and arrow and speaking something he couldn't understand.

"??"

"..."

"!!"

"..."

Hercules was silent and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"!!!"

"... Stop it. I am Hercules. I came here from the south of the earth to kill the demons that are causing trouble."

"Who are you and why did you attack me first?"

There was silence again, and although Hercules didn't know if the other party could understand what they were saying, he still spoke.

Regardless of whether he can understand it or not, it at least shows that he has the desire to communicate.

But it was obvious that his words had no effect judging from the other party's subsequent reaction.

The humans covered in animal skins were looking at him nervously, as if on guard against an enemy, and Hercules was gradually becoming impatient.

If communication is really impossible, he can only take action against these hostile beings.

However, just as he was about to make the next move, Hercules saw the bushes behind the other party sway again.

An old man who looked somewhat elderly walked out, and as he waved his hand, two rays of light fell on the two men holding bows.

"Powerful ones who have come from afar, please forgive our rudeness."

“They didn’t mean to do that because this area has always been a hunting area for our tribe. We hunt here and offer it to the gods.

"What happened just now, probably because the two of them regarded you as an enemy. But I know that a strong man like you would not take us seriously."

Although it was still in that strange language, this time, Hercules found that he understood it.

Is this the legendary shaman magic that can make people understand what others mean... But in Hercules' eyes, this looks more like divine magic.

But no matter what it is, as long as we can communicate, it's good.

"It doesn't matter."

"I am Hercules, I came from Thebes to hunt down the Nomisa lion."

"Even as far south as I can tell, I have heard that it has an invulnerable fur, and that not even the arrows of Apollo can penetrate it."

"But it can't stop me, so under God's guidance, I will eliminate this scourge."

His tone was calm and matter-of-fact. Along the way, Hercules had encountered powerful monsters in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, in his hands, these demons were so vulnerable.

Maybe the lion would be a challenge, but Hercules didn't think it could really stop him.

In contrast, he paid more attention to the locals he met by chance.

The God of the West Wind once warned him that the giant lion that was causing trouble was controlled by an evil god.

And since it is an evil god, it must have believers and tribes.

Who knows who these people are that I met... Maybe they are the so-called followers of the evil god?

As for appearing harmless, it is not impossible to disguise it.

Alert in his heart, Hercules stared at the other side's reaction.

However, to his surprise, the three people in front of him did not show any rejection of his words.

They didn't seem to think that coming to hunt the giant lion was a bad thing. On the contrary, the old man even showed a hint of joy and welcomed his arrival.

In the subsequent conversation, Heracles was surprised to find that they actually knew the whereabouts of the Nomissa Lion and even knew some secrets about it.

"Hero from afar, the tribe welcomes you.

"And we do know something about the Nomisa Lion you mentioned."

On the way back to the old man's tribe, Hercules listened to his sermon.

"It is rumored that when the King of Monsters was rampant in the world, the gods of Olympus fled upon hearing the news."

"They were far from being able to contend with the power of the Hundred-Headed Dragon Snake. The few gods who dared to resist also paid a price for it. Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, was one of them."

"Although the Hearth Goddess is a noble main deity, she is obviously no match for the Demon Ancestor."

"So when she was injured, her blood flowed on the earth and was obtained by a lucky demon."

"And this demon bathed in the blood of God is the Nomisa Giant Lion."

The old man told the story as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

After hearing this, Hercules also had a puzzle solved.

Being able to remain unscathed by Apollo's arrows is not an easy thing, even if his silver bow is not a true artifact.

But if the giant lion's fur was cleansed by the goddess's blood, it might be possible to go a step further than before.

"But it can't stop me, even if it has invulnerable fur."

There was confidence in his tone, and Heracles didn't care about the strength of his enemy.

"So please tell me where it is, I'd appreciate your help."

"Of course, I won't stop you."

The old man nodded and continued with a smile:

"I just want to remind you that if you can really kill the giant lion, you might as well bathe in its blood and cover yourself with its fur."

"Perhaps you can achieve transformation through this and gain even greater power."

Hercules' eyes moved slightly, and he took note of this incident.

What the other party said makes some sense. Maybe he can give it a try after he succeeds.

Instead of following the old man back to their tribe, Hercules set out on his journey alone again after finding out the whereabouts of the giant lion.

While he was talking to the old man, the invisible wind had hovered in the sky three times but still could not find any trace of him.

Although this encounter was somewhat unexpected, the young hero did gain a lot of knowledge from it.

The only thing that found him a little strange was that the two men drawing the bows and shooting arrows looked a little dull.

"Maybe it's because I don't often come into contact with outsiders... There's nothing strange about that."

Pondering secretly, Hercules continued to move forward.

Before they parted, the old man warmly invited him to put on the animal skin after killing the giant lion and visit their tribe so that the young people could see a hero like him.

Considering that the old man really helped him save a lot of time, Hercules agreed.

"Come on... the first big battle in my life!"

Hercules was full of fighting spirit, holding a stone club he found at random.

According to the direction given by the old man, the giant lion is within a day's journey.

He has not fought at full strength since his debut.

Until today, he finally had the chance.

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Salsa…

After watching Hercules leave, the old man stood there for a while.

However, he did not enjoy the silence for long, as he soon felt someone patting his shoulder.

"Got it, we'll go back now."

With a calm tone, the old man glanced at the two young men holding bows and arrows.

How nice...at least they don't feel...

Shaking his head, the old man then walked back along a path.

There are no roads in the mountains and forests, but as more people walk, roads are formed.

Following the footprints left by others, the old man continued to move forward.

It wasn't until we passed a towering tree that everything in front of us became clear.

It is called a tribe, but what appeared in front of the old man was actually a city.

Cobblestone pavement, people and vendors walking back and forth.

The temples of the gods are faintly visible, and look even more comprehensive than the cities outside.

After all, cities outside may not have temples for every god, but here, it seems as if every one of them has one.

There was a constant flow of people, and from time to time the sound of hawking could be heard.

However, no one responded to the old man's arrival, as if there was no one there.

The old man did not think it was strange. He just calmly watched the two young men who followed him leave on their own, and then strode towards the center of the city.

Passing by where the craftsmen were working, passing by the clergymen in front of the temple.

The old man finally stopped when he reached the core of the city.

There is a large temple dedicated to Zeus here, which is also the largest of all the temples.

Didn't go in, just looked for a while.

However, the temple of Zeus remained unchanged and exactly the same as before.

The old man then turned and left, heading towards the outer city.

I walked through the streets and passed countless 'passers-by'.

The last place the old man passed by was a blacksmith shop, which was the only place in the city at the moment but where no one was working.

He looked at it with complicated eyes, then continued forward until he came to the gate of a small courtyard.

dong dong dong-

"Please come in."

A calm voice was heard and the old man pushed the door open.

The scene inside the gate is very simple, just an ordinary courtyard.

The only difference is the person sitting inside.

A half-grown child was holding a few thin strings in his hands, and small wooden figures were dancing along with them.

The other one was a young man, who was the one who spoke just now.

But if you look closely... you'll notice that this young man has no face.

It was as if it had been wiped away by something, or as if it was some kind of taboo.

It seems as if it were not born with a face, nor is it allowed to have one.

A faceless person, a happily smiling child... This should have been an extremely horrifying scene, but at this moment, the old man's expression was very calm as he waited.

After all, he had seen such scenes many times.

He shouldn't speak now, just wait quietly.

"...Sir, he should be here to see me. I'll excuse myself for now."

After a long time, until the song was over, the half-grown child stood up and said with an apologetic look on his face.

The faceless young man nodded, as if he didn't care whether he stayed or left.

So the little child walked towards the old man, led him out of the courtyard, and closed the door behind him.

And when the gate of the courtyard was closed, an inexplicable aura enveloped the streets... or maybe it was the city.

"It looks like... you've found someone, Colon?"

His expression changed from happy to indifferent, and the young man asked calmly.

"Yes, Lord Ander."

Bowing slightly, Cologne's eyes flickered slightly.

"Just as you arranged."

"The stranger who came from afar accepted my invitation and has now gone to hunt the 'Giant Lion'."

"And when he's done, he'll be here."

"Yeah……"

The young man nodded without commenting.

Hercules… He wasn’t the first to come, and he wouldn’t necessarily be the last.

I hope he has some ability. After all, I also hope to find someone who can find an answer for me.