Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

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After flying a long distance in one breath, Zeferos did not forget to look back.

It was a bit surprising that the woman didn't catch up with me until she was out of sight.

This human who had no sense of distance simply made a 'knocking' gesture towards him, and then let him go.

For a moment, Zeferos was actually a little bit uncomfortable with it.

What is going on? Could it be that my threat worked?

Maybe so. After all, in the eyes of humans here, those priests who swear to be fair before the gods are still very intimidating.

But no matter what, Zephyros himself knew very well that he would not really seek help from the inquisitors like the locals here.

Just kidding, although mortals have many misunderstandings about them, most of the Olympian gods who know about them pretend to be ignorant.

But the God of the West Wind has lived long enough, so how could he not know where this place is?

Here, for Zephyrus, the clergy are actually the things that he fears the most.

"Well... But speaking of that."

"I found an opportunity to get out, but where should I go..."

He randomly found a building to land in and finally gained the right to move freely in the city. For a moment, Zeferos was a little confused.

If he came here to find Hercules in the beginning, now even he is a little unclear about what he wants to do.

Seriously speaking, life here is actually not bad... He shook his head, and as soon as the thought came to his mind, Zeferos quickly drove away the idea.

It is really easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Having lived for so long, how could he not remember what this world is like.

In the whole Chaos, he is one of the few gods who has seen all the great ones.

Even the mysterious Mother of Night, Zephyrus, had once spied on her in secret.

The more you see, the more you realize how insignificant you are.

This trip was carried out under the order of the God King, so how could he stop here?

"call……"

With a slight sigh, Gray-feathered Sparrow's face showed a serious expression for the first time in a long time.

"…Hercules, we have been apart for too long."

"I don't know what you are doing here, but you should come back."

"Let me see where you are... and then I can get you back on track."

After confirming once again that no one was following him, Zeferos concentrated his attention.

Through the marks left behind, the God of West Wind calculated his current location.

But perhaps because the maze of Silvermoon City rose and fell like the tides with the celestial phenomena, after sensing it for a long time, Zeferos always felt that something was not right with this direction.

"This position...how did he get there?"

With a confused look on his face, Zeferos naturally didn't know much about the city, as he had never had the opportunity to move freely before.

But even if it was just a few words from his daily life, the God of West Wind had roughly drawn a sketch in his mind.

In addition to some key landmarks, he also memorized the areas where most of the natives and outsiders moved. After all, this was one of the best ways for him to leave Silvermoon City later.

Even if they were accidentally discovered, the humans here would have to consider whether they were angering a god in the most crowded place.

But at this moment, sensing the location of the mark, Zeferos found it a little difficult to understand.

Judging from the direction, it is not where most people go, and there is nothing special about it.

It was just an unfinished urban area, which was said to be hundreds of years old.

According to the records of the humans here, before they decided to go to the outside world to develop settlements, they had thought about expanding on the basis of Silvermoon City itself.

However, due to various factors, this expansion was eventually abolished, and the unbuilt urban area was left abandoned there.

If you have to say what is there, it is probably just a temple that has long been abandoned.

Of course, given that it has never been used, it can't be considered abandoned.

"...That kind of place...what does he go there for?"

Of course, the God of West Wind didn't know the answer, but since it was not a forbidden area, he decided to go over and take a look.

For the locals, it is a deserted place that is not allowed to enter.

But for him, as long as he didn't cause any trouble, it didn't matter where he went.

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Thumping...

Controlling the flight altitude, flying all the way north.

Carefully dodging alchemical equipment of all sizes, Zeferos's speed was not very fast.

As an outsider with little status, the place where he had previously lived was not in the core area.

So the God of West Wind did not encounter any trouble while flying along the way.

The sun moves slowly across the sky, and the shadows on the ground rotate with it.

Following the guidance of the marks, Zeferos walked through the building.

Across a river in the city, the gray sparrow flew into the abandoned urban area.

It seemed that no one had been here for a long time, and a thin layer of dust was visible on the ground.

However, the further they went in, the more hesitant the God of the West Wind looked.

Because there was no official construction started, most of the buildings here have never been built. Only the originally located temple stands out in the center and can be seen at a glance.

And in Zephyros's perception, the direction indicated by his mark seemed to be exactly there... But as he got closer to there, this guidance began to gradually tilt downward.

Just like a compass, when it is far away, it often only points to east, south, west and north.

Until you get really close to it, you can't use it to distinguish between high and low levels.

This is the mark of the God of West Wind, and the location it ultimately points to is actually below the abandoned temple.

"..."

"What does this mean? An abandoned temple... Could it be that this place actually hides some secrets of Silvermoon City, and Hercules discovered it and was imprisoned by the humans here..."

Thumping...

His eyes were solemn, and vaguely, at this moment, an invisible wind surrounded Zephyros' body, informing him of the situation inside the temple.

However, there was nothing there; beneath the tall and majestic exterior was just an empty shell.

There were no statues, no clergymen, and no guards or secret passages as expected.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary building that has never been used.

After circling in the air for two weeks, Zephyrus felt hesitant.

If it didn't involve Hercules, he didn't want to explore any secrets at all.

But this son of the King of Gods carries some of Zeus' ideas, so as a god of Olympus, the God of West Wind must take him out of the city safely no matter what.

whoosh-

Flying into the temple, Zephyros observed carefully.

But in his perception, this place was so ordinary.

The floor was solid, and there were no layers in the surrounding walls... His eyes sharpened, and following the induction of the mark, the gray sparrow's wings became as hard as iron, and then he slashed downwards fiercely.

The next moment, the seemingly flawless ground was torn apart on the spot.

And just below, a dark cave was revealed.

wow——

The divine light flashed, and it had already arrived here, and Zephyrus no longer concealed it.

The sparrow's appearance began to distort and deform, and after a few breaths, a figure appeared in the empty hall of the temple.

After regaining his original appearance, the God of West Wind leaped into the cave entrance.

"call……"

"The ground here is human technology, right?"

"It's like a transformation of a god. Even though I'm right next to him, I can't tell the truth from the false."

"But it doesn't matter... They put this place in such a remote place, and didn't even set up any warning devices... What on earth are they going to do..."

"And Hercules..."

boom--

After falling for a long time, Zeferos' feet finally touched the ground again.

There were no obstacles during the entire process, which is as it should be.

The more ordinary something is, the more hidden it is.

If there really was some powerful trap set underground, Zephyros would be able to detect it.

But the actual layout of this place does not seem to be for defense, but for concealment.

If it weren't for the marks he left behind as a guide, no one would have noticed what was wrong.

Tread-

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It was dark all around, but this did not affect the vision of the God of the West Wind.

After taking a look at the surroundings, Zeferos found himself in a long stone corridor.

The place where you fall is the starting point, and the end is still unknown.

He took a step forward, and as if sensing something, a series of candles along the corridor began to light up one after another.

The bronze lamps are engraved with patterns, and the light golden oil turns into burning fuel.

The smell of burning in the air not only does not have the fishy stench of ordinary animal fats, but instead has a faint fragrance.

With great strides forward, Zephyros moved forward along the corridor.

Although he himself did not expect to discover such a thing, since he had already come here, there was no possibility of retreating.

Tread...  

Starting from breaking the ground above, invisible airflow begins to cover up all paths for sound to propagate.

No matter what was inside, it was impossible for them to hear Zeferos coming in.

The God of West Wind once again transformed himself into an invisible airflow and used his signature skill.

That is to say, many of his deeds are unknown to the public... otherwise, Zephyrus felt that sooner or later he would become Chaos, the god in charge of hiding.

"The location the mark points to is probably here."

"Hercules...what on earth are you doing here—"

"--This is?"

"How can it be?!!"

I don’t know how long I moved forward, but at a certain moment, the invisible airflow went around a bend.

This seemed to be the end of the corridor. When turning the corner, Zeferos' vision suddenly widened.

A huge underground space, large enough to hold half of a city from the outside world, and the exit of the corridor is right in mid-air.

The fact that there was such a space beneath the abandoned temple was shocking enough.

However, the God of the West Wind had already anticipated this, so even if he was surprised, he would not have such a big reaction.

"This……"

A mass grave of a thousand or a mass grave of ten thousand?

Zephyrus didn't know.

In this huge space, countless bones are piled up underneath, divided into cubes of earth.

Thick bone meal settled below, adding a bit of chill to the place.

What really made the God of West Wind unable to control his emotions was the location of his mark.

In the pit of countless bones, the owner it was attached to seemed to be one of them... For a moment, Zephyrus thought Hercules was dead.

But the anger was only momentary, and he reacted instantly.

That wasn't Hercules. There was no trace of the blood of the God King on that skeleton. There must be something wrong with my mark...

hum-

"who!"

It seemed that the emotional turmoil just now caused the breath to leak out, and Zeferos realized that there was someone else here.

Suddenly raising his head, he looked towards the center of the space.

The candlelight is as bright as day, and the bones are piled up like a pile...

In the center of this space, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in Zeferos' eyes.

Scarlet pipes pierced through him like a piece of fish on a chopping board.

And the noise just now came from there.

"Asterius..."

"How could it be you..."

Muttering to himself, Zephyrus was speechless for a moment.

Familiar, normal.

Because in terms of bloodline, he is the origin of the bloodline of the God of West Wind.

But strangers... the same is true.

After all, how many gods of Chaos would care about the relationship between father and son?