Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Jingle Bell……

The wind chimes rang softly, and the sound came from far away.

Traces of time can still be vaguely seen on the temple on the high cliff, and everything remains the same as before from inside to outside.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Silvermoon City has changed a lot today.

However, this change is only more obvious in more peripheral areas; the more central the area is, the more similar it looks to what it was thousands of years ago.

Just like this ancient temple, no one has changed its location since the first high priest built it here.

Tread...  

Tread-

Outside the temple, the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the airflow it created also caused the wind chimes to ring more clearly.

In the front hall of the temple, the white-haired old woman couldn't help but frown slightly. But not far away from her, another old man just smiled and shook his head.

"Don't take it too seriously, hehe...he's just a little anxious."

"If he was so concerned about God's affairs, how could he have ended up like this?"

The old woman's rebuke was merciless and it was obvious that she had long been dissatisfied with the people outside.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the third person in the temple coughed lightly.

Compared to the two obviously very old men, the third person looked a lot younger.

Apart from his silver hair that seemed to reveal his actual age, he looked like a young man in his twenties.

"Ahem, Your Excellency, I'm afraid there's no need to say this about this matter."

"Excuse me, you should know this. Silvermoon City has never had any 'God's business'. It only has 'things we think God cares about'."

"For thousands of years, only the high priest has truly seen God—at least that's what the books record—other than that, God has never had a will."

"Even our belief in Him only comes from the teachings of angels and our spontaneous worship."

"…So what?"

"In any case, this is not a reason that can convince me."

There was a moment's silence, and the old woman did not argue, but her attitude remained unchanged.

The other two people knew why she was like this. After all, although each of them had a different understanding of faith, hers was particularly intense.

The two had no objection to this. After all, it was just a difference in concepts, and the paths were still the same.

However, in this situation, it is naturally impossible to expect her to have a good face towards a guy who taught non-believers.

"Okay, let him in first."

"Anyway, we should tell him the answer, right?"

With a gentle smile, the second old man spoke again, and this time no one raised any objections.

Seeing this, the old man raised his hand slightly, and with a small noise, the outermost door of the temple slowly opened.

The light projected into the hall, casting a long shadow.

When the door was completely opened, the Centaur who had been waiting for a long time was finally able to enter the temple.

But unlike in the past, this time there was only a bit of guilt on Chiron's face, and more regret and tension.

"Lord Chiron, I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

"But this is a place dedicated to the gods after all. Even if it is just the outermost area, others cannot be allowed to enter and leave at will."

"Of course, we have reached a conclusion in our discussion regarding the matter you mentioned yesterday."

Speaking calmly, the old man's words were direct.

Chiron walked into the hall and bent his tall body, as if to express his respect to the gods.

“I understand that it is natural to maintain silence in the temple.

"Besides, because of my fault, the sword Levadin was eventually lost in Mount Olympus. I failed to stop my student from making mistakes, so as his teacher, I should also bear this responsibility."

"As I requested before, please give me a chance to make amends. I will never let you down again."

The sound echoed in the temple, and the Centaur vaguely knew what the outcome would be.

However, he still wanted to try, because after he knew the result of the changes in the sacred mountain, he understood that he would never be able to change the outcome with his own ability.

However, things never change according to personal will. The three priests in the temple looked at each other for a few seconds, and then the old man slowly gave the final answer.

"According to Her Highness Yiwen Jielin, regarding the artifact, the Sword of Levadin, fate will guide it to find its true master."

"So even though you caused it to be left at the place where the false god is, considering that it was not intentional, our final decision is not to pursue the matter."

"As for your students..."

After a pause, the old man raised his eyes.

If he and the old woman who had worked with him for many years had different opinions about Chiron, then their impressions of the young man were no different.

He was so arrogant that he thought he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the angels. Such a being who had no idea what 'humility' was was not worthy of their attention at all.

"Regarding Achilles, the bishops' meeting has decided as follows."

"Since he is not a resident of Silvermoon City, but is staying here temporarily because of you, his life and death are not under our protection."

"After further investigation, we found that he himself is not a devout believer, so we have no reason to help him in terms of doctrine."

"Finally, he behaved inappropriately and was directly responsible for the loss of the sword. His words and deeds were not right and were contrary to the teachings."

"After final approval from the Bishops' Council, this person is expelled from Silvermoon City. Regardless of whether he is dead or alive, he is not allowed to set foot in the Lord's Holy Place again."

"We will not take any direct action in this matter."

The old man's voice was calm, but as his words fell, the tension on Chiron's face gradually turned into disappointment.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

Because he understood that these clergymen were not like others. Once the decision was made in the temple of God, there was absolutely no possibility of changing it.

"……Ok, I see."

"Anyway, thank you for your help before... If there is anything you need me to do, I will definitely not shirk my responsibility."

With a sigh, Chiron prepared to leave.

However, just as he was about to walk out of the temple, he was suddenly stopped.

"Wait, Lord Chiron, to be honest, there is one thing we need you to do in this matter."

Turning around, Chiron looked at the 'young man' who had spoken.

Like the old woman, he had remained silent until then.

"The details are not complicated. If you wish, then you can go there on my behalf."

Smiling and meeting Chiron's gaze, the young man slowly said:

"We only have one thing to worry about. That is, Achilles' life and death have nothing to do with Silvermoon City. We don't care about Levadin's whereabouts."

"But knowing that he held the divine sword given by the angel, we still mercilessly executed him. We cannot pretend that we know nothing about this matter."

"So after review by the bishops' conference, we are ready to let those countries that believe in false gods make appropriate responses."

Strictly speaking, the young man's words made no sense, but at this moment, Chiron did not feel surprised at all.

Because the Centaur knew very well that this was the true thought of the Silvermoon City leaders, and it was also the reason why he still held out hope for help before.

They may not care about Achilles, but they also know that the 'Lord' they believe in will not care about a mortal.

But what they couldn't tolerate was that someone killed him without hesitation without knowing this.

"I understand. Regarding this point... I will try to get an explanation."

"But what if they say no?"

"reject?"

"It doesn't matter."

"If they don't want to give it to us voluntarily... then we can take it ourselves."

The voice was calm and the young man looked like he was talking about something very ordinary.

However, in the Centaur's ears, it stirred up waves in his heart.

He knew that Silvermoon City had always been conflicted about how to deal with the issues concerning the Western countries, and even they themselves had not reached a consensus.

Perhaps influenced by the angels, some people think that those who do not believe should be "converted", while others think that they should be ignored.

However, now it seems that the situation may have changed because of Achilles' reckless behavior.

At least from this moment on, Silvermoon City decided to take its first step.

"Okay, I accept."

Taking a deep breath, Chiron subconsciously straightened his back.

He knew Silvermoon, but he also knew Olympus.

This was destined to be a fruitless questioning. The gods would never bow their heads, and neither would Silvermoon City.

The conflict between the two was never caused by this trivial matter, but was a continuation of the conflict over the past thousands of years.

Since the Bronze Age, all kinds of grievances have gathered in one place. The old hatreds have never been erased, and many of them still remember the legends told by their ancestors.

The false god sent down a flood from the sky, destroying the Bronze Age civilization.

"call--"

The Centaurs knew that once they took this step, as long as the God King on the sacred mountain did not step forward to suppress the Olympian gods, and as long as the 'Lord' worshipped by Silvermoon City did not speak, a conflict would be almost inevitable.

As the "messenger" at the beginning, he might end up like his students, with his life or death unknown.

"But it doesn't matter..."

Walking out of the temple, Chiron looked up at the sky.

Achilles was not his first student, nor his favorite, but most of the previous ones eventually died at the hands of the gods.

Perhaps every self-important human hero will eventually challenge the majesty of the gods... Chiron understood at first, but gradually, he didn't want to understand anymore.

Life or death is not important to him. Sometimes, he also wants to shine like his students.

Therefore, this mission might be dangerous and would make him remembered by the Olympian gods.

But for the Centaur, he enjoyed it.

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At the same time, just before and after the Centaur walked out of the temple, it was suspended on the twelve tall towers surrounding Silvermoon City.

Each of the twelve towers was distinguished by a different symbol. In the tower engraved with a sundial mark, a witch who looked to be in her thirties was observing the instrument in front of her with boredom.

It was a virtual city, or rather a replica of Silvermoon City.

Buildings of all sizes are accurately reproduced on it, and spots of light like shining stars are scattered all over it.

This is a projection of Silvermoon City, a byproduct of the process of deconstructing the 'Puzzle Lock'.

The Goddess of the Demonic Web did not teach this advanced knowledge directly, but she never stopped people from trying to learn it.

So in the process of studying the puzzle lock, this special projection was born.

Each point of light is a life, and their existence itself will have a subtle effect on the magic network. As a product of the magic network string, the mystery lock should respond to this.

People interpret this feedback and present it in a way that ordinary people can understand.

So even though they couldn't really control the mystery lock, the wizards still found a way to use it to monitor the city's security.

"Oh, that's quite important, but how many times has Silver Moon City been invaded in the past thousand years?"

"I remember the last time was more than a hundred years ago, when a clone of the ancient evil creature tried to sneak into the city, but before we could react, the mystery lock automatically killed it."

She curled her lips. If it wasn't her turn, she wouldn't want to watch this boring surveillance here.

For a moment, the witch even hoped that something might happen.

"Come on... come on... it would be nice to have another evil thing or something."

Muttering to herself, the witch swore secretly.

"Come on, I promise you. If I had a choice, I would not kill you right away."