Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Chapter 521 Record

"what is this?"

The crystal clear leaves exposed to the sunlight emit bursts of emerald green light.

Just by being illuminated by this light, Hermes felt a surge of active vitality in his heart.

Leaves from the golden apple tree? Impossible.

Although Hermes had not seen the golden apple in this real world, he had seen it more than once in the original virtual interface.

The ancestor of all Chaos plants was indeed extraordinary, but the vitality it displayed was far inferior to the one in front of him.

"This is the Leaf of Nordrassil, Mr. Hermes. Of course you have never seen it, because it does not belong to the human world."

"The great Midgard Serpent planted the sacred tree that runs through the Nine Hells in the soil full of sin, and it eventually blossomed into a flower full of wisdom."

"And it, the leaf of the sacred tree, carries the power of my Lord."

"With its assistance, the artifact of the goddess of fate is not so indestructible."

He was smiling one moment and became pious and enthusiastic the next.

Aside from a few minor revisions to the blade's origins, Ryan acted like a true believer.

Of course, strictly speaking he was not lying. After all, the sacred tree Nordrassil was indeed derived from the power of Yggdrasil. From the perspective of plants, there is nothing wrong with saying that they are the same thing.

And at this moment, this leaf contains the devilish flame of the Atrium Serpent that can destroy everything.

The power of the flame comes from the broken Muspelheim, and its carrier is an eternal flame from Odin's treasure house.

As a relic of the old world that has survived in the new world, it naturally contains some concepts of destruction and rebirth.

The Serpent of the Atrium finally united them together with its own power, giving it the power to burn the sky.

Hermes didn't know its origins, but when Ryan gently urged the leaves, wisps of breath spread out from them.

The Starlight Gate, which was already difficult to maintain, began to shake violently, and even the dripping black water slowed down by three points.

"..."

"...Mr. Ivan, please allow me to pay my highest respects to the great Midgard Serpent... But forgive me, as a spellcaster, I have no intention of offering my faith to that god..."

Hermes could hardly maintain the expression on his face, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He actually knew a little about the existence of the Atrium Serpent.

Over the centuries, the Great Alchemist had encountered some beings who claimed to be demons, and out of curiosity and exploration, he had communicated with them cautiously.

These are born extraordinary beings, with darkness and sin flowing in their blood.

What shocked Hermes the most at the time was that these demons claimed that they came from a world called Hell, which was not the same as Chaos' human world.

There, there were two beings as powerful as the God Kings of the present world. The Great Alchemist had also questioned it, but the turmoil in the underworld more than a decade ago undoubtedly confirmed what those demons said.

However, unlike others, Hermes had a different view on that battle.

Perhaps because he had traveled between the real and virtual worlds before, he had a lot of experience in the operation of the interface force.

Zeus was at a disadvantage in the collision at that time, but this does not necessarily mean that there is really any gap in the strength of the two sides.

If it were under the cover of worldly power, perhaps the outcome of the two sides would be reversed... But at this moment, looking at the leaves in front of him, Hermes instantly overturned his past suspicions.

Even if this is some kind of magical artifact, it doesn't prove anything.

But a leaf full of the breath of life must have originated from a sacred tree of equal strength.

Feeling the vast and profound power, Hermes broke out in a sweat.

It's not like he had never seen great divine power before.

But this was the first time he had seen a sacred tree of such great divine power.

And the fact that a sacred tree of this level was still unknown was beyond Hermes' imagination.

At this moment, he felt that he had really come to the wrong place.

"Ahem...Mr. Irving."

"It suddenly occurred to me that I still have a way to solve my little trouble."

Taking a slow step back, Hermes explained carefully.

He wanted to solve the trouble that the goddess of fate brought him, but this did not include putting himself into a bigger trouble.

Feeling discouraged, the great alchemist tried to leave.

However, the moment he stepped back, the emerald leaf also took a step forward and continued to float steadily in front of Hermes.

"It's okay, Mr. Hermes."

"The great Midgard Serpent is the Lord of Hell. Although he has thousands of believers and countless lives worshipping his existence, he cares more about a person's ability than his faith."

“In fact, even if one cannot recite a single prayer, as long as one can perfectly carry out the will of our Lord, he or she is a saint favored by His will.”

His smile remained, and he seemed not to notice Hermes' retreat.

Ryan spread his hands and faced the talented alchemist enthusiastically.

It has to be said that the evaluations of later generations are still very credible in many cases.

The legends about Hermes are no less legendary than those about Zeus.

"Mr. Hermes, there's no need to refuse."

"Perhaps you have a good solution, but why bother when you have my Lord's help?"

"In fact, the great Midgard Serpent has long been paying attention to your outstanding talent."

"Now that you have come to me in person, isn't this also a kind of fate?"

"..."

The involvement of fate?

What a ridiculous connection!

You are now suppressing a goddess of fate in your hand. You suppressed a goddess of fate in the past, and you don’t know if the third one will fall into your hands in the future.

Now you are talking to me about the connection between fate, what a joke from the Age of Gods.

However, even though he thought this reason was ridiculous, at this moment, Hermes couldn't say no.

As a believer in God, even though the guy in front of him claimed that the Atrium Serpent did not care about faith, Hermes did not dare to really believe it.

No matter what, it is impossible for the other party to commit fraud using the gods they believe in.

In this case, Ryan's statement that he had long been noticed by the ancient snake in the atrium was probably a real thing that had happened.

Damn it... How could a great power, a great power that is not even in the human world, pay attention to a small spellcaster like him who lives in Athens...

Hermes couldn't understand it, but he had to accept the fact.

Because right in front of him, the dazzling divine leaf was emitting dazzling brilliance.

The breath it releases is becoming clearer and clearer.

This is an invitation and a threat.

If Hermes accepts, this will be a welcome gift from the Lord of Hell.

But if he doesn't accept it, this may be the punishment that destroys him.

No one, not even the most capable mortal, can refuse the personal favor of the Great One.

This was the case with Pandora in front of Gaia, and it was the same with Hermes at this moment.

"...If that's the case, then it really couldn't be better."

"Thank you, great Lord of Hell, for valuing me. I will definitely not let Him down for helping me."

Taking a deep breath, Hermes took the [Leaf of Yggdrasil].

Now that things have come to this, there is no use regretting.

Perhaps from the day I came here from the virtual world, I was destined to face these troubles.

The goddess of fate, the king of gods Zeus, or some other existence.

And the god of destruction who destroyed the illusory world and showed me a little bit of alchemy...

Holding the Divine Leaf and looking at the figure in front of him, Hermes resisted the urge to punch him.

I am still too weak. If the [Gate of Truth] had already been born into the world, I would never be so passive.

So since you have to accept the "good intentions" of others, you should try your best to restore your divine power as soon as possible.

Even if it is still small in front of the great one, there will always be room for maneuver.

"Mr. Ivan, I still have some questions to ask about the use of this divine leaf."

Quickly regaining his composure, Hermes immediately asked for advice.

Now that I have the assistance of great divine power, I must create a rare creation in the world.

It will be a monument in the field of alchemy and an indispensable part of his future [Gate of Truth].

And speaking of which... didn't you say that the Serpent of the Courtyard only values ​​ability? Very good.

If you don't want me to leave today, then I hope that by the time I become a god, you would have become a god as well.

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bake--

The center of the island, at the crater of an unnamed volcano.

Floating in the air, watching the endless fire gradually rising from the lava, Hermes took out the materials he had prepared one by one.

Lachesis's artifact, a ruler to measure fate.

The prototype of the Gate of Truth, and the goddess of fate locked inside it.

The leaves of Yggdrasil contain powerful vitality and the light of wisdom, which are in no way inferior to the source of life.

And the memories from his past extracted by Hermes.

Perhaps because he was the only life in the virtual world that survived, Hermes discovered long ago that his memory contained special power.

It was as if the destroyed world still existed in him, and continued in some way.

Hermes had some guesses about this.

In his power, for the real world, matter, energy, information and everything can be transformed into each other.

His memory seemed to be just a part of the past, but perhaps it carried the power of His death.

But the virtual world is virtual after all, and His transformation is extremely limited, so the "legacy" He inherited is probably not much.

Just like the sea and the water vapor rising above it, the difference between the two is as huge as the difference between heaven and earth.

Shaking his head slightly, Hermes no longer thought about the truth.

The Starlight Gate was now riddled with holes. If it hadn't been for the devilish fire rising from the crater, it would have probably shattered into four pieces long ago.

Now is the best time.

With a pointed finger, the artifact, which still looked like a cane, fell into the deep crater.

Tongues of fire licked the shaft of the staff, and almost visibly, the artifact began to return to its original appearance.

The scratches of time, the ancient symbols, and the faint light on the dark gray ruler.

It seemed to be aware of the danger it was in and instinctively tried to escape from here.

However, in front of the blazing devil fire, everything was in vain.

The indestructible shell began to soften, and black mist rose from the gray stone.

The backlash that was carried along with its master gradually left the artifact and floated towards the door of the Starlight Gate.

The milky white liquid kept rolling on the ruler. The true origin of the artifact could not be crushed.

Fortunately, Hermes had no intention of crushing it; he just wanted to turn it into the cornerstone of his own creation.

With his mind focused on one thing, the Great Alchemist felt that his condition today was better than ever before.

The changes in the properties of things fluctuate in my mind, and inspiration bursts out every moment.

Until the moment when the sun was about to set in the west and the bright moon was about to rise, the spiritual hand of Hermes began to dance.

The sun and the moon meet, upside down.

He will create an unprecedented spectacle.

……

In the center of Navarin Island, seven days and seven nights passed quickly.

The runes he casually placed obscured his surroundings, making it difficult for nearby mortals to detect the noise he made.

Directly above the crater, the originally scattered materials have long disappeared.

All that remained there was a huge black furnace.

The Starlight Gate was now riddled with holes. If it hadn't been for the devilish fire rising from the crater, it would have probably shattered into four pieces long ago.

Now is the best time.

With a pointed finger, the artifact, which still looked like a cane, fell into the deep crater.

Tongues of fire licked the shaft of the staff, and almost visibly, the artifact began to return to its original appearance.

The scratches of time, the ancient symbols, and the faint light on the dark gray ruler.

It seemed to be aware of the danger it was in and instinctively tried to escape from here.

However, in front of the blazing devil fire, everything was in vain.

The indestructible shell began to soften, and black mist rose from the gray stone.

The backlash that was carried along with its master gradually left the artifact and floated towards the door of the Starlight Gate.

The milky white liquid kept rolling on the ruler. The true origin of the artifact could not be crushed.

Fortunately, Hermes had no intention of crushing it; he just wanted to turn it into the cornerstone of his own creation.

With his mind focused on one thing, the Great Alchemist felt that his condition today was better than ever before.

The changes in the properties of things fluctuate in my mind, and inspiration bursts out every moment.

Until the moment when the sun was about to set in the west and the bright moon was about to rise, the spiritual hand of Hermes began to dance.

The sun and the moon meet, upside down.

He will create an unprecedented spectacle.

……

In the center of Navarin Island, seven days and seven nights passed quickly.

The runes he casually placed obscured his surroundings, making it difficult for nearby mortals to detect the noise he made.

Directly above the crater, the originally scattered materials have long disappeared.

All that remained there was a huge black furnace.