Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Wow…

Phew——!

……

The center of the East China Sea is full of waves.

Billions of tons of sea water flow continuously from south to north, and waves hundreds of meters high are just common.

This place is not far from the sea eye, and even the wound where the nail was nailed into the sea has affected here.

If you raise your sight infinitely high, you might be able to see a huge vortex rotating clockwise, swallowing up everything day and night.

And this place is the very edge of it, and it is also the last chance for those who stray into it to escape.

Once it moves forward, no mortal ship can escape the eye of the sea.

It is like a black hole, endlessly devouring the universe.

Phew——!

In the sky, above the clouds.

Accompanied by a cry that resounded through the sky, an imperceptible black dot was patrolling its territory.

The wings vibrated, creating a huge hurricane.

Under the sharp eyes of the condor, no life can escape.

But this made no sense to Hercules, as he had no intention of escaping.

boom--!

With a loud bang, a hole exploded on the sea surface, and a hero covered in animal skins jumped out.

Looking up at the faint black spot in the sky, Hercules mobilized the energy and blood around him.

The strong will turns power into a sharp spear, pointing at the demons in the sky.

If given a choice, Hercules actually didn't want to fight the Caucasian Condor.

Unlike the siren and the hydra, this overlord soaring in the sky does not seem to pay attention to humans.

When it is on the land, it roars on the mountain tops; when it is on the sea, it fights around the eye of the sea.

If the opponent retreats because he is afraid of his momentum, the hero will not pursue him.

For a moment, the waves of the nearby ocean seemed to stop for a moment, and the two creatures in the sky and on the sea looked at each other.

In this brief moment, Hercules seemed to see a hint of anger and joy in the eyes of the condor.

However, everything was so short-lived. The next moment, the demon that had caused the storm swooped down from the sky and rushed towards the hero.

Obviously, the Caucasian Condor has no intention of backing down.

It attacked the "invaders" who broke into its territory without hesitation.

"Caucasian Condor, I don't want to be your enemy."

"But this place does not belong to you... If you insist on using force to stop me from meeting the owner of this place, then I can only use force to achieve my goal."

Heracles shouted in agreement. He didn't know whether the other party had wisdom or could understand what he said, but he still explained his position as if he was facing an opponent.

However, the condor did not stop... The next moment, it was like a streak of black lightning across the sky.

Between the sky and the sea, the demon's sharp claws and the hero's iron stick collided with a loud bang.

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boom--!

Phew——!

The waves rose up and then fell like rain.

The sun descended from the sky, and the bright moon replaced it to illuminate the vast sea.

With another swing of the weapon in his hand, Hercules smashed the black-feathered, golden-eyed eagle into the sea.

Unlike the monsters he faced before, this time, the hero did not encounter any trouble.

It was a simple battle, no fancy clashes, a fight of strength against strength... and at this point, Hercules' advantage was beyond doubt.

In later myths, as the only human who defeated the god-king Zeus in hand-to-hand combat, few beings could surpass him in pure strength.

Neither can the Caucasian Condor, so it is doomed to fail.

However, standing on the waves of the sea, even though the battle was going so smoothly, the great hero did not seem happy at all.

Because this battle didn't feel like a real battle at all. From beginning to end, the demon that could control the storm never took advantage of its own strengths.

It neither relied on its speed to maneuver nor took advantage of its position in the sky.

As the strongest king of birds, it fought like a beast, engaging in bloody battles with the heroes.

slam-la-

"Wow—!"

With a sharp cry, it leaped out from the waves.

One of the condor's wings was broken, but there was no fear in its golden eyes.

Black lightning rushed towards Hercules, but this time the great hero did not swing his stick to meet the enemy.

He stretched out his right hand and caught the flying black shadow in a flash.

The eagle's beak pecked through his palm and blood flowed down.

But Hercules didn't care. He just looked at the exhausted condor and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Caucasian Condor, I have no intention of being your enemy."

"If you want to leave, I can't keep you."

"Then what supports you to fight with me to the end... Is there something very important to you here?"

The result is the result, the process is the process.

Hercules did not look away as he met the golden vertical pupils of the condor.

After a long time, the struggle in the palm of the hand gradually subsided.

The hero hesitated for a moment, then slowly loosened his hand.

"...Son of Zeus, do you also know honor and dignity?"

"What did you say?"

Hercules's breath hitched as his eyes widened.

However, at this moment, the Caucasian condor, which had stopped struggling, suddenly flapped its wings.

A black storm swirled between its wings and a bloody flame burned on its body.

Instead of taking advantage of this opportunity to launch a sneak attack, the demon returned to the sky and surrounded the hero on the sea.

"What did you just say? Who is the son of Zeus? Me?"

Heracles just shouted loudly, not caring about the escaped condor.

He knew he was of divine descent, but he never knew who his father was.

The descendants of gods in the world of Chaos are countless, and it is not impossible for the descendants of some gods to surpass their ancestors after several generations.

So the great hero had never doubted his own background until this moment, when he heard this strange name.

"Hahahahaha, son of Zeus, you don't even know who your father is?"

"Are you deceiving me as well, or is that cunning and despicable God King planning some conspiracy again?"

"But whether you really don't know, or you just inherited your father's hypocrisy, human, I have to tell you-"

call--

The broken wings spread out, and the black storm grew stronger, as if a dragon and snake with a hundred heads had returned to the world.

The divine eagle laughed wildly as it looked at the hero who was surrounded by the aura of more than one dead great demon. It then soared into the sky and swooped down.

"The descendants of the King of Monsters will never flee from the bloodline of Zeus, just like those who fell in your hands. Today...either you die, or I die!"

boom--!

As the black wind descends, the great hero is forced to fight back.

Like a meteor hitting the sea, the waves are vast and endless.

The sea was once again in turmoil.

……

After a long time, the bright moon is about to leave the sky.

As the sea area gradually returned to its previous state, a dark shadow emerged from underwater and finally came to the surface.

The huge alchemical ship shook slightly, and then an opening large enough for one person to enter and exit appeared above it.

"…Hercules, are you okay?"

Calling quietly, Oileus climbed out of the open skylight.

He looked at the great hero on the sea and the corpse in front of him.

Since the Caucasian Condor has given up its greatest strength, speed, death is an inevitable outcome for it.

But as it said itself, until the moment of death, it did not choose to escape.

"…I'm fine."

"It was just a hard fight, and I'm a little tired, that's all."

With his back to Oileus and a nod, Hercules reached out and took out the last intact part of the condor.

The bloody flames burned all its blood, and its bones and feathers were destroyed in the repeated collisions.

Only the brain of the Caucasian condor was still intact, and what the great hero took away were its pair of golden vertical pupils.

The demon died, and its remaining supernatural powers seemed to be concentrated here.

Holding it in his hand, Hercules was able to see through illusions and perceive the truth.

"Oleus, I have a question for you."

The great hero turned around and strode away, returning to the ship.

As for the mutilated body of the condor, he planned to find the mountain called Caucasus in the future and bury it.

There was no grudge between them. If there was any, it was only from the father whom he had never met.

"Oleus, in your memory, in your early experiences, have you ever known the descendants of the God Kings?"

"of course."

Although Oileus did not know why Hercules asked such a question, the stories related to Zeus were widely circulated among Chaos' people.

What he had heard alone was enough to fill a bookshelf of parchments.

"Hercules, you know."

"In the mortal world, all famous monarchs and heroes are descendants of gods. Only wizards who stole knowledge and power from the gods are not."

"The God King is the leader of all gods, and his bloodline is the most powerful."

"So from ancient times to the present, there has not been a single child of the God King who has not left a great reputation in the world."

"The one who is most well-known today, His Highness Perseus, is one of them."

"Why, why do you suddenly ask this question?"

"What about the heroes themselves?"

When there was no answer, Hercules asked again.

"For example, how they came into this world and how they grew up."

"...Then there is something to say."

After recalling for a while, Oleus concluded:

"Each hero has his own story, but if you really want to talk about it, they all have some things in common."

"For example, at the beginning of the story, the God King falls in love with a princess or queen. In the middle of the story, the God King's descendants build achievements under the guidance and training of the gods, or they have dark thoughts and blaspheme the gods, thinking they can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods."

"The former's ending was naturally good. Perseus ascended to heaven and was granted immortality. He should still be alive today."

“And the latter are punished as a warning to the kingdom of men.”

"As for the fate of those princesses and queens...some died at a young age, and others have never been seen since."

"These... are what I know."

"...Is that so...Thank you very much."

After a moment of silence, Hercules thanked him.

Oileus waved his hand, indicating that these were just some stories that were spread around.

But now that the Caucasian Condor has been dealt with, it's time for the ship to set off again.

After all, it wouldn't take long to move forward. Once they entered the escape range of the sea eye, even if they did nothing, the group would uncontrollably slide into the abyss.

"Yes, you're right, we should set off."

"Legend has it that the Bronze Creator is the wisest of the gods, but I don't know if the rumor is true or not."

With a loud noise, the huge alchemical ship sank to the bottom of the sea again.

The end of this trip to the East China Sea is finally approaching.