Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

'finally come.'

Follow the path marked by Ander and avoid the various difficulties approaching the center of the sea eye.

Only after experiencing it himself did Hercules realize that the real danger of this sea trauma was not on the surface.

The remaining divine flame of the sun, the resentment of the creatures that died tragically in the sea thousands of years ago, and even the twisted and indestructible spirits of evil creatures...

All the things that cannot be accommodated by the sea gather here little by little and become part of the sea eye.

Of course, maybe it was because these forces were loose and chaotic, or maybe it was because of some other reasons, in short, with the help of Ander, they were unable to break through the protection of divine power.

So the great hero arrived safely at the hole in the center of the sea eye and met the person he wanted to see.

Just as the legend records, the guilty god was imprisoned under the sea, with his hands bound by chains and the sacred iron piercing his chest.

However, it was this bound person who said something that should not have been said.

It's finally here... No matter how I think about it, such words shouldn't appear here.

From the time he decided to look for the traces of the creator Prometheus until he learned recently that he was the son of the king of gods, Hercules had never discussed anything with anyone.

If there is an exception... there is only one.

"You know a human named 'Evan'. Did he tell you about my existence?"

"If so...please tell me what is the purpose of you asking me to come here."

Speaking in a deep voice, Hercules immediately thought of the Athenian scholar.

It was because of him that I had the idea of ​​looking for Prometheus. If there was someone who could predict his movements, he would be the most likely person.

"Evan?"

Startled for a moment, the bound god seemed a little surprised to hear this.

But after just a moment, Prometheus came to his senses.

As expected... Shaking his head with difficulty, the God of Foresight looked at the hero who was alert yet had a glimmer of hope, and said slowly and gently: "No, child, I don't know him."

"But not long ago, someone did tell me that a child who lived a lie would come here, and I saw you fighting heroically on the sea."

"You are brave and fearless - these may not be good things, but they are indeed excellent qualities for a young person..."

"Don't worry, if you have any questions, I can tell you everything - including the person I met, what he gave me, and what he said to me."

"Whatever you want to know, I will tell you."

"……Why?"

There was silence, and even a sense of unreality.

At this moment, Hercules was sure that his natural intuition told him that the ancient god had not lied to him.

There was no attempt to make up lies or to find some plausible reasons for concealing the truth, just like every person they had asked before, leaving others to guess what they were thinking.

So he spoke subconsciously, the great hero couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe it's because I've made the same mistake once before - my mistake taught me that concealing things will only lead to suspicion, and suspicion will lead to disputes."

“It makes the greedy forget the risks and the cautious lose the opportunities.”

“Rather than letting people speculate in the wrong direction, it’s better to tell them the brutal truth from the beginning.”

“The destruction of the Bronze Age originated from this.”

“If you have known your own insignificance for a long time, fear may be closer to survival than arrogance.”

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Perhaps because he said too much in a short period of time, Prometheus panted slightly, and the chains on his wrists made a slight sound.

Coming back to his senses, Hercules remembered the other party's current state.

He took a step forward and said solemnly:

"No matter what, Your Majesty Prometheus, whether you can answer my questions or not."

"I believe in your character and am willing to help you escape from this prison."

"I don't know whether stealing the skyfire is a sin or not, but every human being living in the world today, including me, should not use this as a reason to attack you."

"You have been here long enough... and today is the day you are released."

Striding towards Prometheus, Hercules thought he would encounter some obstacles, but what he didn't expect was that he could easily approach the imprisoned god.

With both hands, he grasped the iron nails on Prometheus' chest, and powerful force flowed with the rise and fall of his chest.

Ander, who had been silent just now, also covered him with divine power. At this moment, an unprecedented sense of power rose in Hercules' heart.

“One nail…can’t stop me.

"--rise!"

With a loud shout, he sounded like a tyrant with the strength to move mountains.

Maybe it's the effect of will, or maybe the blood is really strong.

When the divine power was bestowed upon him, at this moment Hercules seemed to have the demeanor to really wrestle with the King of Gods.

In response, the iron nails in Prometheus' chest made a buzzing sound, and the creator's chest vibrated slightly.

Even though he was originally prepared to speak out to stop it, Prometheus was a little surprised at this moment.

Unbelievable... This divine nail, as the embodiment of the will of the God King, cannot be pulled out so easily.

Apart from the initial shaking, no matter how hard Hercules tried, it remained motionless and there was no possibility of it being pulled out.

But even so, it is still extraordinary that it can undergo such a change.

After all, when this iron nail was cast, Zeus was not yet a god-king with great power.

But the power of royal authority has no limits, and the orders issued by the king in the past will also become extraordinary as he becomes stronger in the future.

In this case, Hercules was able to shake it, relying not only on 'strength' but also on a certain 'destiny'.

Perhaps he was destined to surpass Zeus in some ways, but he himself didn't even know it yet.

"Ahem...Okay, don't waste your energy."

"The punishment of the God King is not so easy to get rid of. What really trapped me was never this nail."

"It's just a symbol, a medium."

"I can get rid of it, but as long as the power of the God King remains, there must be someone here who came here because of Zeus's will and is bound to this abyss forever."

After a few light coughs, a hazy halo emanated from Prometheus' body.

The vibrating nail immediately returned to its original state, and Hercules was bounced off it.

The great hero may not know that just as he took action, the waters at the eye of the East China Sea suddenly surged into huge waves.

It was as if a giant god lowered his hand from the sky, trying to scoop up the ocean.

Zeus' royal power is not infinite. The power he used to trap Prometheus was exactly the sea, which he no longer nominally governed.

It merged with the iron nail and became the symbol of the God King's "Zhenhai".

From then on, the merit of suppressing the sins of the innate gods and quelling the riot in the sea eye cleverly reached a balance, so that Zeus no longer had to worry about it.

"Y-your power?"

In front of Prometheus, he was taken back several steps by the gentle recoil force, and Hercules' eyes changed.

Just now, Prometheus almost casually separated him from the divine nail that connected him to the sea.

Although they both have divine power, his seems to be much stronger than Ender's.

Noticing Hercules's doubts, the Foresight smiled and explained:

"Faith is not born only through prayer... Child, if you are a god, and if your deeds can be spread, then your journey to this place alone will be the best basis for you to gain faith."

"Okay, now, let me give you what should belong to you."

His body shook, and then under the gaze of Hercules, the Forerunner's body suddenly split into two.

A body made entirely of divine power remained there, while Prometheus' real body left there.

Looking at this scene which was completely different from what he had expected, Hercules was stunned again.

And the tiny puppet sitting on his shoulder suddenly spoke.

"This is... I really didn't expect it."

"Even though you are imprisoned here, you are still close to reaching the realm of powerful divine power."

"Oh, no wonder the bronze humans were destroyed... If they had continued to multiply like this generation of humans and spread across the entire continent, your power would probably be enough to scare Zeus at that time."

The gods of the Bronze Age had not yet taken that step. If Prometheus had not been imprisoned here and the Bronze Age had not been destroyed, the forerunners of the time might indeed have been qualified to threaten Zeus' position.

So even though his actions were rough and deliberate, the gods at that time dealt with him mercilessly.

"Who is this?"

His body was separated from the chains and the sacred iron, and Prometheus could not maintain this state for long.

Even for him, being tied to the divine iron might be less exhausting.

After all, at this moment, he was using his strength to deceive the divine iron's perception and bear the weight of the sea eye at the same time, and his divine power was dissipating every minute and every second.

In comparison, although the divine blood was constantly dripping in the previous state, for the body of the Titan god, even if Prometheus' body was not strong, it was enough to cope with this minor damage.

"Who am I... the creator of the Bronze Age? I want to ask you, do you still remember Ander?"

The puppet raised its head slightly, with no expression on its face. It was supposed to look like this.

However, the next moment, Prometheus' reaction stunned him.

"Ender... If you mean the Ender in my memory, there is one."

After thinking for a while, Prometheus said slowly:

"That was the third batch of bronze humans born. He was endowed with a soul of kindness, humility and integrity."

"Why, is he still alive?"

"..."

"No, he died of kindness, humility and integrity."

"The reason I came to ask you... is just to see if it is true that the legendary fire thief remembers the name of each of his creations."

The answer is of course true, after all, the result is right in front of us.

They had never been "priests" for a day, nor were they valued by the wise beings favored by the Creator. In the end, because of the foolish behavior of the priests, they met death together with the creatures of the Bronze Age, and even fell in the last darkness before dawn.

Before, Ender was not as indifferent as he appeared to be, but now, one of his doubts was solved.

"I don't have any more problems, but he still does."

The voice was stiff, and the puppet's tone had no ups and downs.

"We came here to look for you, mainly because we want to learn some secrets about the depths of the spirit world."