Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

After a day of fruitless searching, at sunset, Achilles was finally bound by a golden net and taken to the palace of the sun god.

Logically, this should be the temple of Apollo. However, long before he replaced Helios to drive the golden chariot to drive the sun, this god who brought light to the world already had his own palace.

After all, Apollo's true mission is [Light] rather than [Sun]. Even though the two are so compatible, he still prefers to live in his own temple.

So the former temple of Helios became empty. Apart from the Golden Chariot of the Sun parked here, there was not a single person to be seen.

"That's why His Majesty Apollo readily lent the temple to His Majesty Hephaestus, because he doesn't live here at all."

"No god would allow others to mess around in his temple, unless he doesn't care about this place at all."

At the foot of the sacred mountain, beside a river, a nymph fairy wearing a flower crown looked in horror at the arm that was holding her neck.

As a nymph serving the gods, she never thought that anyone would dare to attack her under Mount Olympus.

But now the facts are before us: this centaur, half man, half horse creature is different from others.

He was like the mortal who was captured on the sacred mountain, disregarding the majesty of the Olympian gods.

No, it should be said that they are in the same group.

After a panic, Nymph finally reacted.

The Centaur in front of him seemed to be trying to find out the whereabouts of that human - so what exactly was he trying to do?

"The gods have him in custody, and it will begin tomorrow at noon."

"The Cyclops raised his hammer, and the god of craftsmanship raised the fire."

"Your Highness Hephaestus will use the thunder and fire from the sky, the underground fire, and the open fire burning on the stoves on earth to refine the blasphemous lunatic."

"No matter what you do, you will never succeed."

The fire of heaven comes from thunder, and the fire of earth comes from the ministry of Hephaestus.

As the de facto god of volcanoes and lava, he controls the fire veins of the earth.

In a sense, the reason why Hephaestus had a natural talent for forging divine weapons might be related to this.

After all, long ago, the world's first sickle was forged from deep within the earth.

It seems reasonable to say that there is a connection between the two.

As for the open fire burning on the stove in the human world at the end... that was actually the fire that Hestia personally gave to Hephaestus after he returned to the mountain of gods.

The original intention of her giving this gift was also very clear. It was originally a gift from the goddess to ease the conflict between Hephaestus and Hera.

But it was obvious that Hestia's idea failed again.

"...Heavenly fire, earthly fire, and hearth fire. Amazing! Hephaestus is indeed the world-renowned god of craftsmen."

"Even though everyone knew of his short stature, no one dared to deny his ability in this area. Even the equally gifted Cyclopeans had to acknowledge him and were even willing to become his servants."

'Servants' might be an exaggeration, but in the eyes of the gods it is almost the same. After all, they have never regarded the giants as their own kind.

After hearing the threats and warnings from the Nymph, Chiron was not angry, but felt relieved instead.

When he captured the other party and forced him to tell the whereabouts of Achilles, the Centaur thought he had met a diehard who had been lying to him.

But now he doesn't think so. Perhaps, as the other party said, Achilles is really going to be "refined", and he is now locked up in the Temple of the Sun in advance.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about my business. Go to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over."

"Of course, I suggest that you don't return to Olympus after you wake up. After all, although I don't blame you for being captured by me, I'm afraid not everyone would think the same way as I do."

Shaking his head slightly, now that he had gotten the answer, Chiron decisively knocked the nymph in front of him unconscious.

One night is enough time. I think there is no one guarding the place now, so Achilles should be able to be rescued smoothly.

Hmm...it should be fine.

After thinking for a while, the Centaur activated a rune on his hand.

As the obscure waves of the magic web dissipated, his figure disappeared without a trace as if he had never appeared.

The entrance to the secret passage on the map is here. It is said that before the Typhon Rebellion, this was a river governed by a river god.

But an accident ruined everything. The original river was polluted, and even if it was redirected, it would have been very different.

Silently diving into the river, Clymene, the former goddess of the ocean and fame, might have frequently come and gone here in the name of visiting her brothers.

After about two water clocks, the Centaur finally found the secret passage.

"This place... needs the breath of the 'sun' to open."

Taking the stone box behind him, Chiron carefully opened it a little, and then closed it instantly.

In an instant, even under the suppression of some force, the riverbed almost boiled.

Taking a deep breath, Chiron quickly took back the stone box and looked at the door that was slowly opening in front of him.

"This should be the right passage. It's this one... isn't it a little small?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the Centaur was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Despite all his calculations, he had forgotten that he was twice as tall as an average person...

"never mind."

Chiron bent down hard and tried his best to let his upper body lie on horseback as he walked into the secret passage.

Mount Olympus was formed from the body of a god who was once the ancestor of all mountains. Only divine power can destroy it.

Since there is no way to expand it, let it be.

Although it was a little difficult, he could still climb up the sacred mountain step by step.

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On Mount Olympus, in the Temple of the Sun.

The former residence of Helios was now completely silent, with only the Sun Chariot emitting endless light.

The shaft, axle and wheels were like gold, the spokes on the wheels were like silver, and the bridles reserved for restraining livestock were inlaid with crystal gems, making crisp sounds in the wind.

Next to the artifact was Achilles tied in a golden net.

Boom——

Achilles tried to break free again by exerting force with his arms, but he failed again.

The net created by Hephaestus was not indestructible, but it was also not something that could be easily shaken by his current strength.

Besides the golden net, the Apollo Chariot was also suppressing Achilles' activities.

This is also the reason why there are no guards here, because ordinary guards cannot match the spontaneous power of this artifact, and the real gods are unwilling to condescend here.

"Ares..."

As Achilles silently recited the name, he felt that he had placed too much trust in the gods.

It is so shameless that a dignified God of War would use such secret means to attack him.

Sooner or later, he would use this golden net to tie up his opponent in front of the army and let him also suffer the humiliation he had suffered.

Ding--

"Ok?"

His expression changed slightly, and Achilles turned his head suddenly.

Just now, he seemed to hear a noise coming from underground.

Yet this is Olympus, the palace of the sun god.

How could there be life underground here? Could it be that the sun god is so blind that he can't even take care of his own palace?

Ding……

ding ding-

click -

The sound did not stop, but continued.

At a certain moment, with the sound of stone slabs opening and closing, a crack suddenly appeared in the floor of the temple.

Under Achilles' shocked gaze, a familiar figure walked out.

"teacher?!"

"How did you-"

"——Keep your voice down!"

With a low growl, Chiron looked at the embarrassed student in front of him with some disappointment.

Although his eyes were still bright, his tattered clothes proved that he had not been doing well recently.

I had told him to be modest and prudent a long time ago, but he was still so disobedient that he ended up in his current situation.

"Okay, let's talk about your matter when we get back. You've caused such a big mess, do you really think no one can do anything to you?"

"Now, listen to me and leave with me quickly."

Speaking in a deep voice, the Centaur did not give Achilles a chance to speak.

Now, with every minute that passes, the danger to the two of them increases, and he cannot waste time.

So with just a few words, Chiron told him his plan.

"So you found me an extremely powerful artifact that can command the sun and destroy the body of a god. And you came here today just to help me escape from the sacred mountain."

"if not?"

Chiron asked in return, with a look of relief on his face.

"I originally planned to force my way into the place where you were imprisoned, take the opportunity to give you the sword, and then fight my way out of the sacred mountain."

"This is not an easy matter. If we are not careful we may all be left here. Otherwise, since there happens to be no one guarding it, we have saved ourselves a lot of trouble."

"As long as you cut this golden net now and leave with me, no one will find your trace."

"By the time the gods noticed, we would have already left the sacred mountain."

There was nothing wrong with Chiron's plan, and Achilles thought so too.

Because of Hephaestus' plan and the Sun Chariot, he had a brief window of opportunity.

He could leave now if he wanted, without having to fight or face any gods.

However, at this moment, Achilles remembered the thunder and lightning that had returned in vain during the day.

That was the power of the God King, the thunder that punished all living things, but it had no effect on him.

The young hero did not understand the realm of God. In his opinion, since lightning could not hurt him, it meant that the King of Gods was no more than that.

What the teacher said might not be true. After all, he himself admitted that he did not understand how powerful the power of the God King was.

"...Teacher, let me see this sword first."

After a moment of silence, Achilles spoke in a low voice.

Chiron did not think it was strange and just threw the stone box behind him over.

The light from the Apollo chariot should have prevented anything from approaching Achilles, but the stone box did not react to the light at all.

So, looking at the box that fell in front of him, Achilles raised his hand and stepped forward.

The lid on the stone box was moved away inch by inch, and the young hero felt a boundless heat wave burning on his body.

Body surface, internal organs, flesh and blood, and bones.

No color, no shape, cannot be seen, cannot be touched.

It was like being in the center of the sun, being burned by endless light and heat. If it were any other being, even if they were not dead, they would have already been in unbearable pain.

However, Achilles was an exception. He reached his hand into the stone box as if he had no sense at all.

This endless power could not hurt him at all, and it remained the same until he grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Is this... the sun..."

He did not retract his right hand, even though Achilles knew that at this moment he only needed one sword to cut the golden net and another sword to destroy the temple.

The artifact from the Nine Realms possessed even more powerful power after carrying the power of Chaos' sun. Somehow, the young hero felt as if he had felt a lot.

In Scandinavian mythology, this sword was once wielded by a fire giant, who brought about the Ragnarok of the Gods and slew the gods of Asgard.

At this moment, if Achilles did not know that the gods were immortal and could not be defied, he even felt that he could really kill that ridiculous god of war and become the new master of war.

“…This is the sun.”

Still without withdrawing his hand, Achilles looked at the sun chariot beside him.

An invisible connection was generated between the two, or in other words, with him as the medium, the two artifacts were sensing each other.

At the same time, Achilles felt a desire.

A part of the sword longs for something... and it is within the Chariot of the Sun.

It is the sun, it is also the sun, they are both the sun.

They longed to be reunited, but the young hero had a hunch.

If this kind of thing really happens, it may not be a good thing.

"call--"

He withdrew his hand, and the information about the magic sword flashed through his mind.

A world of fire, a reshaped sword, a supreme figure riding an eight-legged horse, locked in a quiet place never to see the light of day... At a certain moment, Achilles suddenly closed the stone box.

This is the sword's memory and its past.

Seeing all this, Achilles just raised his head slightly and looked at the teacher in front of him.

In order to rescue him from the sacred mountain, the teacher must have spent a lot of effort. He has always been reluctant to provoke the gods... But unfortunately, even so, he still has to disappoint the other party.

Although the other party was doing this for his own good, Achilles had his own ideas.

Even if it means sacrificing my life for it, I will do it.

After all, heroes in the world may have different personalities, but there are really few who are afraid of death.

"Teacher, please leave first... I don't plan to leave here, at least not now."

"This sword is very powerful, more powerful than I could have imagined. It may be able to do many things. I thank you for giving it to me, but I cannot leave like this."

"Where you fall, there you get up..."

"After this failure, I have realized my own shortcomings, but since I have shortcomings, I need to make up for them, right?"

"And now, there happens to be such an opportunity."

Speaking calmly, Achilles' voice became more and more firm as he touched the stone box.

"Like this sword."

"It was broken once, then reforged by fire, and this time, I will be the same."

"The strongest spears, the strongest shields, we will gather together, holding hatred for the gods, and overturn this ancient mountain."