Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

With a rather ugly look on his face, Zephyrus gradually realized the key to the problem during the flight.

After many hardships and twists and turns, he finally entered Silvermoon City.

However, when he finally had time to look for Hercules, he found that his locator had gone to the wrong place.

His eyes went dark, and the God of the West Wind was speechless for a moment.

Damn it, so what on earth was he doing here.

If Hercules had not come to Silvermoon City at all, then was he also secretly guessing at this moment why the god who guided him suddenly disappeared?

"It's really troublesome... I don't know where I can find it-"

"Huh?!"

In a bad mood, the gray sparrow landed on a ginkgo tree. The wings flapped casually, knocking a leaf off the treetop.

The scattered leaves floated in the air and landed accurately on the head of a passerby.

Without paying attention to this little thing, Zephyrus observed the surrounding position and prepared to get up again.

However, at the moment he jumped up, he inadvertently lowered his head, causing the body of the God of the West Wind to stiffen for a moment.

"?"

Pah--

Forgetting that he was flying with the body of a bird instead of his own power, the momentum released by the other party subconsciously made the God of the West Wind unable to react in the moment of eye contact.

The momentum was released and then retracted, and although it was only a moment of stagnation, Zeferos, who did not dare to use his own power, still fell straight to the ground and fell in front of the person under the tree.

The scene was a little awkward for a while, but at this moment, the God of the West Wind was only surprised.

After searching for a long time, it was easy to find it.

He never thought that the person he had been looking for all the way would appear at his feet so gorgeously.

Overjoyed, Zeferos didn't care about so much, and the sparrow he turned into quickly stood up and flew back to the branch.

It was easy to find the person. Although it was a bit embarrassing when he appeared, fortunately the other party could not recognize his true appearance.

Next, just follow him and leave together when he leaves the city.

Finally relaxed, Zephyrus felt that today was a double blessing.

He had uncovered the human conspiracy and found the person he was looking for.

Immersed in the unexpected surprise, the God of the West Wind hid his figure in the leaves.

Now, he could start preparing to go back.

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"This..."

"Sir Ande, did you see it just now?"

North of Silver Moon City, the second ring area of ​​the outer city.

Under the tall ginkgo tree, the hero reached out to take the leaves that fell on his head.

He restrained the idea of ​​looking up and did not speak directly.

Putting on a look of nothing happening, Hercules asked in his heart.

He easily entered Silver Moon City. The hero who came here for the first time had never seen a similar city before.

Clothing, architecture, crystal screens playing images, and a dazzling array of alchemical creations.

Everything he saw opened Hercules' eyes, and he became more and more convinced that he could find what he wanted here.

He just found a temporary residence and came out to get some fresh air. He encountered the scene in front of him.

On this tree, on this ordinary roadside, in such a city that is out of tune with the continent, a god inexplicably fell down, and just fell in front of him.

Although he flew away again immediately, Hercules was still a little puzzled.

Since returning, the hero has thought about the whereabouts of the god of the west wind more than once, and once doubted his purpose.

But he has never underestimated the power of the gods.

However, the scene just now is obviously a bit abnormal... Fortunately, I am not the only one who saw it here.

Right on his body, Hercules has another person to communicate with.

"This..."

"..."

"Wait a minute, let me think about it first."

The voice sounded in his mind. At this moment, the puppet holding a transparent lens in the pocket on the chest of the hero was also a little speechless.

In fact, he was also startled by the sudden appearance of Zephyrus just now.

He thought his existence was discovered and the other party was ambushing him.

Just a little bit, and Ander couldn't help but take action.

"... No."

"... So that's it, I know - Hercules, this is not an illusion, but the effect of your spoils."

After thinking for a moment, he came back to his senses from the astonishment. After a while, the experienced God of Drama understood the whole story.

Hugging the lens that was almost as big as his body, a trace of laughter and tears appeared on the puppet's stiff face.

Zephyrus, the god of the west wind... he should have been in a state of changing his form just now.

His actual appearance just now should not be a person, but something else.

After all, the body of the true god itself is a form of coexistence of matter and energy. Their "true appearance" is certainly more in line with their own will, but that is considered from the perspective of the use of power.

When changing into other appearances, there is no flaw from a purely material perspective.

If the gods were to retract their power, then ordinary means would no longer be able to detect their changes... But unfortunately, since his voyage to the sea, Hercules now had 'unusual' means of observation.

Since ancient times, in the Chaos world, whether in the wilderness or in the sea, there were often many demons or monsters with their own unique powers.

From the giants of the ancient times to the many sea monsters born by the father of all monsters, or the demons born later.

Their own power may not be able to fight against the gods, but because they were born in accordance with certain special rules.

In the field they are good at, just like Achilles' immortality from the source of the Styx, these beings have powerful abilities that cannot be cracked like gods using authority.

The Sphinx with a lion's body and a human's face, as long as his problem cannot be solved, no one can resist the "order" he created. No matter how powerful the gods are, they can't do anything to it unless they exceed a certain limit.

The nine-headed snake Hydra, its life is endless.

Even if it is defeated by Hercules, it is just suppressed.

Of course, such demons are extremely rare, and the birth of each of them is a miracle of fate.

The innate power they possess is an extremely rare treasure.

In the hands of a few specific gods, they are enough to be used as the main material to cast a real artifact, or to greatly improve the power of a certain artifact.

This is the case with Medusa's petrification power, which strengthens the power of the Aegis Shield.

And coincidentally, Hercules also got the same treasure during this trip to the East China Sea.

"Hercules, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the effect of the 'Eye of the Caucasian Eagle'."

"It can see through the falsehood and see through the truth. With it... almost nothing can be hidden in front of you."

"Of course, this kind of insight is limited, and I can't judge its strength. But at least some methods of change are probably not very useful in front of it."

Holding the lens, Ander explained.

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"The pupil of the Caucasian Eagle... I see."

Reaching out from his pocket, he took out the eagle eye that looked like a crystal ball. The great hero had used it before.

But Hercules always thought that this was a tool that could allow people to see farther, so he didn't take it seriously.

Because it was not used many times, it was inevitable that there were some omissions.

As a result, this pupil containing the power of the Condor only produced part of it just now. It allowed Hercules and Ander to see the true form of Zephyros, but not his transformed form.

"Sir Ander, what do you think I should do?"

His eyes flashed, and he had made a decision in his heart.

But in this matter, Hercules still asked for the other party's opinion.

"If it were me, I would just pretend that I didn't find him."

"It's a coincidence that you can bump into him here."

It was a bit funny, and the puppet couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Over the years, he had indirectly dealt with the gods of Olympus, and there had been some conflicts in their dealings.

But for someone like Zephyros, it was really difficult for him to feel hostile.

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Squeak——

In the building provided for outsiders to rest temporarily, the remote side door slowly opened.

The shadows on the ground intertwined, and in this corner where few people noticed, Amon walked out alone.

It was completely different from the world of Hemenu, no matter where it was.

Following those conspicuous guys into the city, there was no doubt that he should be the one with the least sense of existence.

With a smile on his lips, Amon looked up at the high tower in the sky, and then looked at the hard-to-see position in the city.

He didn't wait for the "kind" god who left the mark to make a move-in fact, Amon himself didn't know where the god's mark that he had transferred went.

But anyway, he still came in.

With the gods who were traveling with him to cover him, Amon asked himself that even if the barrier covering Silver Moon City had some special abilities that he didn't know about, he shouldn't be able to find his difference.

Among the group of people, he was the most ordinary and the least noticeable.

Then, he can...

"Tsk, it's not easy, I finally waited for you to come out."

"I remember... your name is Amon, right?"

"..."

The smile on the corner of his mouth remained, but it was a little stiff.

Amon turned around and looked at the place where the voice came from.

In terms of strength alone, he is indeed very weak now. Maybe the person who touched him silently is definitely not an ordinary character.

As far as the eye can see, the black-haired witch is sitting on the wall.

As if she is looking at some rare animal, her bright eyes are fixed on Amon.

"Madam, did you find the wrong person?"

Putting on an innocent and sunny smile, Amon tried to get away with it.

"No, I found you."

"I can't help it, but you are the weakest one in your group."

Spreading her hands, Medea said that she was helpless.

Before letting the Olympian wind god go, he would probably go to find the person he had been looking for.

The witch didn't think he could cause any other trouble, so she didn't follow him.

Logically, Medea's mission would be over after they left.

But after thinking about it, the witch couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"Don't be afraid, I don't plan to do anything to you, I'm just interested in your origins."

"Don't worry, it's just for a while, you won't remember that I was here, just think of it as a sleep, how about it?"

"..."

If this wasn't the base camp of the ancient gods from foreign lands, even if he had almost no strength at the moment, Amon would have a hundred ways to get rid of this woman.

But after glancing at the cathedral vaguely visible in the distance, Amon did nothing.

He just remembered what happened today for now.

A wizard from Silvermoon City, right...

A hint of danger flashed in his eyes, and Amon knew that his infiltration might not be possible.