Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

Chapter 511 Blood of the Stars

Southeast of the mainland, over Silver Moon City.

Surrounding the main body of the city and the mystery lock, the twelve clock towers hang high as usual.

No matter day or night, rainstorm or sunny day, they always maintain their eternal trajectory.

This is a masterpiece of witchcraft... and a testament to the power of the Goddess of the Weave.

Because it is not only man-made, but also a gift from God.

Yes, although the spellcasters of Silvermoon City have always been proud of their superb skills, there are some things they have to admit.

That is, the founder of alchemy was not someone who claimed to be wise, but a scholar who came from afar.

And the reason why these twelve towers are so special is not because of how powerful the technology they contain is.

After all, time will smooth everything out. Perhaps when the first tower rose, it was indeed a unique miracle in the world.

But nearly a thousand years have passed since the earliest one hung in the sky to this day.

In this era without civilizational gaps, in the field of witchcraft, being ancient does not mean being powerful.

On the contrary, among humans during the Age of Gods, the more new things were, the more extraordinary they seemed.

"..."

"So, Erwin, this is the difference between humans and gods."

"...For people, new things are often better than old things."

“Because our strength comes from wisdom and creativity, the future will always be better than the past.”

“But to the gods, old things are mostly better than new things.

“Because their power comes from the world itself, the past always trumps the future.”

"It's like a piece of cake that has been cut. When it is put on the table, the person who puts it on the table first will naturally eat the most, while the person who comes after you will get very little."

"But the gold mine buried in the ground will always belong to the person who dug it out."

"As long as you are good at digging and searching, it doesn't matter when it comes."

Tuk Tuk——

The dark oak cane hit the ground, making a dull sound.

Standing by the window and looking down at the city below him, the old man with thinning and gray hair couldn't help but sigh.

Looking around, in Silver Moon City, the bustling flow of people and magical auras flickered everywhere, as if the starry sky had been placed on the ground.

So young and energetic... generation after generation of young people.

"So old."

Shaking his head slightly, the old man sighed softly.

He still remembered what he looked like when he was young. That year, as the first generation descendant of the Bronze Survivors and the Water Elves, he and his friends used to play together by the Falling Star Lake.

At that time, Silver Moon City still seemed desolate and primitive... However, under the leadership of the Great Prophet, everyone was full of hope for the future.

Time, so many years have passed in a flash.

People's hopes have been realized one by one.

The wilderness has turned into farmland, and the sky has been occupied by human creations. Of course, he has lost his youth.

After all, as a human being, we will eventually grow old, and naturally we cannot escape our old age.

"So Erwin, enjoy your young body."

Smiling, the old man pointed at the middle-aged man behind him with his stick.

"You are not like me. You have only lived a few hundred years, and you still have a long time to live in the future."

"It's time to experience the feelings of young people more now, otherwise when you come to my day, no matter how much knowledge you have and how many brilliant honors you have, you will not be able to change your gradually decaying soul..."

"The power of witchcraft may be able to delay the decay of the body, but who can change the complete and active continuation of the soul."

Extending life is not difficult, at least for the old man himself.

But extending one's life without affecting one's emotions and integrity is as difficult as reaching the sky.

The old man knew that maybe in one hundred years, maybe two hundred years, or at most no more than three hundred years, he would be destined to embark on the road to death.

This may be long enough for a mortal, but for him, this is just the afterglow before the fire of life is extinguished.

"Teacher, you are serious."

"Your life has just begun, how could it possibly come to an end?"

Bending slightly, the middle-aged man named Erwin smiled respectfully.

A dark blue robe covers her body, and a complex and exquisite pattern is engraved on her left chest.

That is the symbol of the 'Clock Tower', and Medea also has the same one.

It symbolizes that the person who owns it has stood at the end of the caster's realm and is the master of one of the twelve towers.

But in front of his teacher, the middle-aged man's attitude remained the same as before, as if he was still the apprentice he was in the past.

"As you said, human greatness lies in wisdom and creativity."

“In the Bronze Age, humans regarded the supernatural as the authority of gods, but now it has spread all over the world.

"So nothing is absolute...perhaps one day in the future, you will be crowned with the secret of eternal life."

"The crown of eternal life...hehe."

"Okay, Erwin, you know how hard this is."

Smiling and shaking his head, the old man didn't pay attention to the student's words.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Before actually starting the research, he thought he could succeed, but he just lacked the opportunity to experiment.

But after it really started, he realized how insignificant he really was.

The gap between gods and humans is as vast as the abyss, just like these twelve clock towers.

Only people like the old man who participated in its construction know that their real strength has never been in themselves, but in the grace of God that covers this place.

[Mystery Lock], a supreme miracle born under the will of God.

Its existence distorted the magic network and semi-permanently changed the rules of an area, or in other words, it is actually the distorted magic network itself.

The noble Lord of All Laws created it, created this creation that humans still cannot fully understand. Then, like throwing away garbage, he threw the authority to manage it to the humans of Silver Moon City.

From that day on, the construction schedule of the twelve towers began.

But in fact, in terms of the technology of building the towers itself, I am afraid it is not as good as the great alchemist in Athens.

"... It's a pity that the young man didn't want to stay."

"Otherwise, with his talent, these problems that troubled us may not be able to stump him."

Thinking of this, the old man also felt a little regretful.

In his long life, the young man named Hermes can be said to be the most talented and creative person he has ever seen.

Before him, Silvermoon City only had ‘rune science’, ‘material science’, and ‘potion science’.

After him, people began to analyze the world from another perspective, taking ‘equivalent substitution’ as the basis and using the perspective of ‘alchemy’ to explain the extraordinary.

“Are you talking about Hermes?”

His expression slightly changed. Standing behind the old man, Erwin looked a little unhappy when he heard the name.

Hermes, he remembered this guy.

Unlike Medea, this Athenian was not a descendant of the gods, and did not have any blood of the gods.

So at the beginning, Erwin also had a great liking for Hermes.

But later...

He might have some skills, but he was too ignorant.

"Teacher, everyone has their own choices, and we made an exception to win him over."

"In the end, I even promised him that if he chose to stay, he would be the owner of a clock tower in the future even if he didn't grow up in Silver Moon City... and even have the opportunity to study the secrets of eternity one day."

"It's impossible that he didn't know what I was talking about, but teacher, he still rejected me mercilessly."

"Forget it, it's the past."

He shook his head slightly. Although the old man still felt a little regretful about this, as he said, it was the past after all.

Moreover, sometimes he wondered if he had overestimated the other party.

The unknown is always the most attractive, so whenever he encountered difficulties in research before, the old man would inevitably wonder what would happen if the talented young man was here.

Especially as the other party's reputation became more and more famous, this regret became bigger and bigger.

But in the final analysis, it is difficult to judge a person's talent.

The genius who created alchemy may not have the same talent in other places.

Standing in front of the French window of the tower, the old man chatted with his students for a while.

As time went by, his expression could not hide his fatigue.

This was not physical fatigue, and it could not be changed by the power of the mortal world.

"Teacher, if you are tired, how about I first..."

Noticing this scene, the middle-aged man was about to say goodbye.

However, at this moment, a bell suddenly rang.

Dingling...

"Huh?"

Hearing this crisp sound, the middle-aged man immediately stopped talking.

He took a half step back, and a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes.

"This is..."

"It's what you think."

"After years of hard work, we still have some results."

"It's just that there are still too few finished products now... and the effect is much worse than expected."

He spoke calmly, but the old man who also heard the bell actually cheered up.

With a flash of expectation in his eyes, he gently touched the ground with his cane.

It seemed like some kind of command. With a slight wave flashing, the ground of this room immediately opened a hole leading to nowhere.

The next moment, a platform slowly floated from inside.

There wasn't much stuff on the platform. There was a silver tray on the platform, and a golden liquid in a crystal bottle, which was like flowing sand, was placed there.

Spots of bright light flickered and floated in it, like a sky full of twinkling stars.

From time to time, a bubble floated up in the flowing golden liquid, and it exploded at the surface of the liquid, like a mortal's broken dream.

Ta--

Reaching out to pick up the gorgeous potion that was not like the world, the old man tapped the bottle mouth with his finger.

As if some kind of blockade had been lifted, the cork on the crystal bottle suddenly rotted, shattered, and finally turned into dust at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its dust fell into the potion and instantly burned like a ignited flame.

Seeing this scene, the old man finally opened his mouth and drank the potion in the bottle.

Ta--

After a cup of tea, the crystal bottle was put back on the tray.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the platform carried it back to where it came from.

There was no earth-shattering vision, nor was there any sudden rejuvenation.

As if he had drunk a sip of water, the old man did not change.

Only his previously cloudy eyes became bright again, as if the dust of the past had been washed away.

Inadvertently, standing aside, Erwin's eyes brushed against the old man.

Just a glance, a feeling of spiritual pain came over his heart.

Slightly lowering his head, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged.

There is nothing strange about this. This is the real power of his teacher, and it is also the reason why he is so respectful to him.

On weekdays, in order to delay the decay of his soul as much as possible, the old man has long been accustomed to restraining his power.

Only at this time will he reveal some of his former splendor.

"...What a perfect creation..."

Closing his eyes, the old man immersed himself in the feeling of a long drought and finally finding sweetness.

After a long time, when he opened his eyes again, the middle-aged man could no longer see the breathtaking light.

Obviously, the old man's grasp of his own state has already reached the pinnacle.

In just a moment, he has become familiar with the new state.

"Haha, Erwin, don't worry."

"It's too rare, and you're still young."

"One day in the future, it will definitely be yours."

"It's just that our utilization efficiency of raw materials is too low, and it is still far from the quality we expected."

"I understand."

"Now, you must need it more than I do."

Nodding slowly, facing the old man, the middle-aged man didn't seem to care.

After all, as the other party said, he doesn't need this thing now.

"It's just that our progress has been stagnant for too long..."

Erwin looked embarrassed and helpless.

"It's just a single case, and there is no control... Our experiment has reached a bottleneck."

"Unless there is a breakthrough of inspiration, otherwise..."

"So Erwin, I asked you to prepare for this war, didn't I?"

He spoke lightly, holding his cane.

The old man turned around again and looked at the city under his feet.

In Silver Moon City, people were bustling.

The church, wizards, gods, angels... They are all here.

As a tiny human being, the old man thought he had no ability to change the world situation.

Going with the flow is his consistent principle.

No matter what happens, he is never the first one to propose it.

For example, it was not him who asked to create a life box for Achilles, but he did participate in the construction and personally observed the immortal body soaked in the water of the Styx.

For example, he was not the one who encouraged those clergymen who only had the majesty of the gods in their heads to ask for an explanation from the country in the west of the continent, but when the other party asked him about the attitude of the wizards, all his answers were supportive.

The old man himself did not comment on the actions of these people.

After all, in his opinion, splitting the soul means a defect of will, which is something he would never do.

And the majesty of the gods... probably those priests have never asked whether the gods themselves think that the ownership of the sword affects his face.

But in any case, since others want to do it, he will not refuse.

Everyone gets what they want, there is no so-called loser.

However...

"Over the years, there is only one thing that I took the initiative to do."

"This may indeed be a risk, but where is the smooth road to eternity?"

With a leisurely demeanor, the old man's eyes swept across a location in the city.

There, there was a blood and qi that frightened him, and three different auras.

Such a powerful demigod, and the smell of the belief in gods in the east of the continent... Unfortunately, I don't want to touch the so-called power of the godhead.

This kind of thing that is obviously not natural is the last helpless choice. If there is any possibility, the old man doesn't want to be involved in advance.

Judging from the situation, the god from Olympus probably came for them.

There may be some secrets in it, but the old man is not interested.

Let the god with terrible taboos hidden in him leave with them. As long as it does not affect his own foundation, the old man has always kept a distance from these troublesome existences.

"Erwin, where is the wind god of Olympus?"

"Medea is in charge of this matter, and you know her attitude."

"The descendant of the god said that she would handle it, so I didn't care about it anymore, so as not to conflict with her."

There was a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone. Obviously, the middle-aged man has been unhappy with Medea for a long time.

"You know, she is not only a wizard, but also a natural demigod..."

"Teacher, if the war breaks out as you said before..."

"Don't worry."

The old man raised his hand slowly to stop the middle-aged man's voice.

"Send them away first, as for Medea, don't take those little things to heart."

"People like her are unlikely to stand against us."

"As long as she is not an enemy, don't cause trouble for yourself."

"...Yes, teacher."