Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

The tide rises and falls on the deserted sea.

The sea water hits the rocks exposed above the water, making bursts of noise.

The sea surface was shining silver under the bright moon, and the snow-white waves wrapped around some shellfish.

They rushed in together, then turned into foam, covering the sea surface with a layer of white hair.

In such silence, the mermaid with a human body and a fish tail was naked, with only a few shells scattered around.

She sang to the moon in the sky, and even the strongest hero would bend down to her melodious voice.

"..."

"...the moon and the sky, the earth and the sea..."

"...Come, our heroes, the glorious and wise men."

"Please stop, stop and listen to our song!"

"No ship can pass the beautiful Siren, because the sea is so dangerous and endless."

"Unless the helmsman listens to our beautiful river bends, let the beautiful songs bring you happiness and wisdom, and accompany you to sail safely."

"We know that in the wilderness of the world, the eternal gods make heroes on both sides suffer the hardships of life.

"We know the false glory built on piles of bones."

"Come on, great hero."

"Our wisdom is like the sun and the moon that shine upon the world, and we know all the wars and loves in the world."

"..."

The beauty sang under the moon, and her melodious voice echoed over the sea.

If we ignore the fish tail beneath us, even the greatest artist would probably praise the wonder of creation.

However, there are no spectators here, and the only onlookers are the sound of wind and waves.

They hover around this non-human existence, adding a touch of exotic charm to the beauty.

Wow…

The singing continued, but at a certain moment, the sea water suddenly surged.

The next moment, the hero holding an iron rod jumped out and looked around.

Apparently, there is nothing more striking in these waters than the singing of the Sirens.

It was she who had bewitched Oileus...and Hercules had deeper feelings than that.

It was a chill, and although he couldn't see it, his intuition told him that something was lingering around the Siren.

They exude the coldness of despair and deep resentment.

"Are you the Siren?"

Although he had made up his mind to get rid of the monster regardless of whether it was the siren mentioned by Oileus, Hercules still asked a question.

If you kill the wrong one... then you'll have a chance to find the right one in the future and kill it as well.

"……I am."

As if she finally noticed the person coming, the Siren stopped singing.

The melody that seemed to shake the soul stopped, but the siren's voice was still moving.

"So who are you, a demon-slaying hero?"

It seems like sarcasm, but also like praise.

In the voice of the Siren, even the most vicious words will become gentle.

However, all this seemed so insignificant in front of Hercules.

"Since you are, that's great."

"You kill someone, I kill you, it's fair and just, it's natural."

Unaffected, the great hero's blood began to boil.

He had nothing to say to the demon...but the next moment, the Siren's voice made him stop again.

"Fair and just... maybe it's fair and just for you to kill the Siren."

"But was it fair and just for you to kill Medusa?"

"Medusa?"

He paused for a moment. Hercules was familiar with this name.

For the fourth generation of humans, the history of their birth has long been blurred, and only the content related to the gods has been passed down.

Their most well-known starting point is the legend of the great hero Perseus.

He is the son of Zeus, and has accomplished many immortal achievements under the guidance of the gods.

He eventually ascended to heaven and became immortal, and his descendants became kings of nations on earth.

For such a legendary figure, his deeds have long been sung over and over again in the world.

As one of the most famous parts, the death of Medusa, the Gorgon, is naturally one of them.

"Yes, Medusa."

"It was once my name, and it remained mine until the coming of Perseus."

"Even if I don't have the immortal bodies of my two sisters, as the son of the ancient sea god, the descendant of Phorcys, the Wrath of the Sea, Perseus is no match for me."

"Yet he had the help of the gods... They gave him the weapons of the gods, and I am merely the embodiment of his legend."

The voice is distant and moving, and the Siren tells her story calmly.

No one knows why she was chosen as a sacrifice in the first place, and why she, who was born into a noble family, became a tool for Perseus to establish his power.

Maybe someone wanted to warn the descendants of the ancient sea god, or maybe it was for some other reason.

In short, one afternoon, he wore an invisibility helmet, armor and sword blessed by the god of war, flying shoes blessed by the god of wind, and held the indestructible shield of Equis.

Young Perseus found the secluded place of the three Gorgon sisters and decided to use their blood to prove his martial arts.

However, two of the three sisters, Strobilo and Euryale, embraced immortality, and even the artifacts could not kill them. Only Medusa did not have it.

So even though she possessed the power to turn people to stone, she still couldn't escape death in the end due to the help of the gods.

"Escape to a deserted place, to the place where the other side of the Oceanus, the river that encircles the earth, meets the night... My figure was reflected by Perseus's shield, and my head was cut off by the diamond sword and placed in a leather bag. The dripping blood turned into poisonous snakes in the desert..."

The legend goes like this, praising the fame of the son of Zeus.

But until the moment of her death, Medusa unexpectedly discovered that although she did not possess the immortal body of the gods, this also meant that her body and soul were not inseparable.

"I survived because of this, albeit in spirit form."

"As the daughter of Phorcys, the Wrath of the Sea, even if I die, I will not be confused like the souls of mortals."

"My two sisters were devastated by my death and soon rejoiced at my survival."

"But no one dared to let the news leak out, so we had to visit the river god Ekroes and pretend to be his children. From that day on, I lost the power to turn to stone after I reshaped my body, but I also got the name Siren."

The story of the Sirens seems to have revealed a corner of the legend, and the glorious and great Perseus does not seem to be so just.

However, after hearing all this, Hercules remained unmoved.

“Maybe you have indeed been treated unfairly, but this cannot cover up your crimes.”

"Perseus killed you, is that a reason for you to attack other mortals?" "...Shouldn't that be the case?

"Besides, I killed them not without reason, but to make them face reality."

Shaking her head slightly, the chill from Siren's body grew stronger.

However, she didn't care and just continued telling her story.

It is naturally impossible for a descendant of God to easily rebuild his body after losing it.

Fortunately, the Gorgon sisters had a secret. During the Battle of Typhon, they were fortunate enough to obtain the blood of the King of Monsters.

At that time, they were terrified of the terror of the God-King, and no one dared to touch the divine blood left by this great being, until the gods stretched out their butcher knives against them in the hands of heroes.

With the help of the power of the King of Monsters, Medusa, like other monsters, gained a new body and magical powers.

She was reborn in the state of a soul with the help of the divine blood, and then she began to sing songs that deceived all living beings.

And it was from that day that the Siren decided to take revenge on Perseus and the gods who had caused her to fall to this day.

"The gods are so hypocritical, and the so-called heroes are so ridiculous."

"So I targeted the descendants of Perseus and the devout followers of the gods."

"Every mortal who is lured by my song, I will awaken them in the end."

"I will give them a chance, as long as they denounce the gods' incompetence and are willing to give up their beliefs."

"As long as they do this, they will be able to survive. As for those who don't want to, I will restrain their souls on my left and right, let them feel pain day and night, and then die in despair."

The pitch gradually rose and the Siren opened her arms.

At this moment, Hercules saw the source of the coldness around her.

They were tortured souls, and without exception, they were devout believers of the gods when they were alive.

"If their gods come and save them, it proves me wrong."

"But the fact is, hundreds of years have passed, and no one has ever cared about their life or death."

Things suddenly became much clearer, and Hercules finally realized a problem.

Since the sirens' singing attracts people and then kills all mortals who approach, where did this news come from?

A ship protected by the gods will not be seduced, as the ships of Orleans and his companions were.

Since you won't be tempted, you naturally won't know what the consequences will be.

And if all those who were lured there died, how could the news spread?

So the truth is that not all mortals died, some of them betrayed their faith and survived.

But they absolutely did not want the truth to be exposed. Instead, in order to cover it all up, they all created a specious legend.

"Young hero, I can sense your strong will."

"And the reason why I came here is actually because of the blood connection."

"The power of the King of All Monsters led me here, but I didn't notice any trace of you."

Her tone gradually became earnest. No matter whether she was Siren or Medusa, she had never been a kind person.

However, at the first sight of Hercules, when the Siren sensed the demonic resentment contained in him, she knew that she was no match for him.

Her greatest strength comes from her singing voice, but her singing cannot shake the will of the great hero.

Therefore, if she wants to escape with her life, she can only make the other party give up the intention to kill her.

"Great hero, do you still insist on your fairness now?"

"The gods on the sacred mountain never gave me these, so why did you take on this trouble?"

The fish tail sways, revealing the enchanting figure.

The Siren slowly approached Hercules, and her tone became gentler.

“To the gods, there are only pawns and ants.”

"Whether it's a person like you or a demon like me, they have never taken me seriously."

"..."

After a brief silence, Hercules looked at the enchantress in front of him.

If the other party did not lie, then Medusa's death was indeed somewhat innocent.

If he had encountered this kind of thing back then, he really didn't know what decision he would make.

However, Medusa was already dead, and what was before him was the Siren.

"Medusa may have suffered an injustice, but you were also the one who caused it."

"From the moment you impose your will on mortals, you are no longer a victim, but a perpetrator."

"There is nothing wrong with faith itself, and mortals should not die simply because they believe in a god."

"If there is error, it comes only from the gods, not from the mortals who believe in them."

Hercules spoke in a deep voice, speaking to the other person as well as to himself.

Ender told him many stories during these days, and he liked some of them very much.

The strong wield their swords against the stronger, and the weak wield their swords against the weaker.

If Medusa crushed and destroyed the gods and their followers, it would be undisputed revenge.

But her current actions are nothing more than an excuse for the demon to commit evil.

Of course, this may be because of the divine blood of the King of Monsters.

It brought new life to Medusa and also affected her soul in turn... But no matter what, looking at the Siren's changing expression, Hercules picked up the iron rod.

"If what you say is true, one day I will go to Perseus to find out the truth of the matter."

"But before that, you should also reach the end that these millions of souls deserve."

A tremendous amount of power emerged as his arms danced, and the hero's mood was so complicated at this moment.

When a stick strikes down, the sound can be heard for a hundred miles.

The surging waves overshadowed the moonlight in the sky.

……

"What an amazing talent, it seems like there is no limit..."

"Hercules, you have become stronger again."

The waves gradually subsided. After a while, standing on the calm sea, the puppet made a sound in the hero's pocket.

Although it is unknown how he did it, at this moment, Hercules' power has surpassed the limitations of mortals.

The most important thing is that he still can't see the peak of his opponent's power.

"Becoming stronger... maybe."

"But compared to this, Ender, do you think the gods are really like this?"

Hercules, a little confused, asked after he had once again personally eliminated a demon created by the King of Demons.

"Who knows?"

"You should find the answer to this question yourself."

Shaking his head slightly, Ander never intended to tell Hercules the result.

After all, people like him will always find what they want on their own.