Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Chapter 169 Temptation

“Another great year.”

In the west of the sun, people gradually returned home, and Orson and Momen walked out of the temple dedicated to the God King Zeus.

I heard before that the God King was about to marry the Queen of Heaven, so the bronze humans prepared extra and richer sacrifices. Similarly, the gods also sent more rewards for the sake of Zeus.

But just like every time in the past, the two priests here easily deceived the god king's remaining divinity, and then kept the sacrifice.

After closing the heavy door of the temple, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the earth, making the temple in front of them even more dazzling and solemn. But they didn't even look at it. Instead, they turned and walked towards their houses, while discussing tomorrow's 'work'.

"The old rule is, each of us takes a little bit away, and then returns the rest for any reason."

"Speaking of which, it's quite interesting to see how grateful other people are. But recently, everyone seems to have become accustomed to us giving supplies on behalf of the gods, so everyone's reaction has been a lot duller."

Orson said casually while walking on the road. He had no intention of occupying more of those tributes, not because he was of noble character, but because it was unnecessary.

If today's human beings don't have women, they won't have families. Although private property exists, there is no concept of inheritance.

Even commerce is still limited to the primitive state of bartering. After all, there is an absolutely honest and upright Creator above, and people don't need much private property at all. If you really encounter difficulties, they will be solved naturally. There is no need to accumulate reserves or anything.

Therefore, apart from leaving some high-quality food for themselves to satisfy their desires, the two priests actually had nothing to be greedy for.

"Okay, then stick to the old rules."

"But speaking of it, I feel like the gods on Mount Olympus are paying less and less attention to us recently."

Mo Meng said casually.

There is a reason why he said this. After all, as a priest, Momen can feel the gaze of the gods' thoughts every time he makes a sacrifice. But recently, he found that occasionally the gods would miss him, or they would end after just one glance.

"This is normal. After all, gods can be impatient. And since it is not the wedding banquet of the God King recently, he probably has no interest in paying attention to us."

"If I were a god, I wouldn't want to watch 'ants' sacrifice to me all day long. It's okay to watch this kind of thing occasionally, but it's not interesting if you watch it too much."

Although he calls himself an 'ant', Orson smiles happily, and there is not much respect in his words. If ordinary bronze humans still believe in gods, then for priests like them, they have paid less and less attention to gods in recent years.

They even had a vague sense of superiority. After all, compared to other humans who knew nothing, they were so close to the truth.

"Unfortunately, as humans, we don't have as much power as gods. This should be the only difference between gods and humans."

Orson shook his head, somewhat envious of this.

He also wanted to experience flying in the sky and controlling nature, but it was a pity that it was exclusive to gods.

"What about death?"

Momeng has a different view:

"The Creator once said that besides strength, there is another difference between mortals and gods, and that is that mortals will grow old and die. Although I don't know what aging is yet."

Momeng had certainly seen death, but it was all the death of wild beasts. Obviously, few humans in this era can empathize with food.

"Who knows, the Creator also said that golden humans devoutly believed in the gods, so they ascended to the sky after death; silver humans arrogantly despised the gods, so they were erased from existence. But I think, golden humans will no longer exist Pious, probably not as 'pious' as I am."

Orson curled his lips and said disdainfully:

"My level of 'piety' is as pious as I want to be."

"According to this logic, not only can I ascend to the sky, but the sun and the moon will both be given to me."

"Hahaha, it really made me laugh~"

"who!"

"who!"

Their expressions suddenly changed. Even though they were so arrogant, Orson and Momen still knew how terrifying God was.

Not to mention anything else, their creator Prometheus claimed to be mediocre in strength among the gods, but he still possessed power that bronze humans could not match. According to what the other party said, it was still a situation where he didn't use his divine power.

They don't know what will happen to humans and the Creator if what they do is known to the gods, but it will definitely not end well for the two of them.

However, the two of them stared nervously for a long time, but no one appeared.

"Just now?"

The two looked at each other.

One person can hear it wrong, how can two people hear it wrong? But since he has not been punished yet, it is very likely that the person who passed by just now was not a god.

According to the Creator, right next to humans and opposite the material world, there is a world in which "spiritual" life lives. Most of the life there is not intelligent, but a few can communicate.

And most importantly, those who are wise do not seem to be very friendly to gods.

"Walk."

Mo Meng gave a soft drink, and the two of them immediately walked towards their respective houses, no longer daring to talk casually.

No matter what kind of life was around them before, they were frightened and broke into a cold sweat. At this moment, they just wanted to go back to their rooms and warm themselves with the flames.

The flame that contained the meaning of protection could bring them a sense of security.

The two left in a hurry, but what they didn't know was that right where they were standing, two hidden goddesses were watching their every move.

I originally came here to see the so-called 'wisdom' of human beings, but now I have seen it, but it feels a bit ridiculous.

"Selene, hurry up and punish them. These two guys just tried to steal your moon~"

Wearing a familiar red dress, Hecate smiled narrowly. She stretched out her finger and poked the moon goddess' cheek.

"Aren't you afraid? Anyway, I'm about to die laughing~"

"Isn't it your moon now?"

After puffing her mouth and knocking Hecate's hand off, Selene was a little dissatisfied.

Beside her, Hecate knew why the other party was unhappy. Under the guidance of the stone slab, he built a high tower on the moon. As a place for the two of them to live daily, it was also different from the palaces of the gods, and could also conduct some research on witchcraft. Selene actually liked it, but the problem was that there was someone else there now.

Although the Moon Goddess doesn't discriminate against centaurs, she doesn't like them very much either. In other words, in her little world, she doesn't like any existence that is not very familiar to her.

"Hey, if I didn't have to teach that stupid guy, I wouldn't have brought him up. Just wait a little longer. When I finish teaching him, I'll let him do all the teaching of witchcraft and so on."

"According to Slate, when witchcraft is integrated into human beings, I can also gain 'faith' through it, but I feel like that's it."

"If all human beings were like them, I wouldn't want to have such a belief."

Waving her hands, Hecate thought of the two humans again.

"Hmm, but bronze humans are indeed more interesting than gold humans. They actually dared to trick that golden retriever. This is something I didn't expect."

"I just don't know, what kind of punishment will they receive then?"

Although she said 'interesting', the Moon Goddess could tell that in her friend's mind, these bronze humans were nothing at all, she was just having fun.

In fact, Selene didn't think these human cleverness could last long. The gods are not aware now, just because the faith provided to them by mortals has not been reduced, not anything else.

But this won't last forever. Mortals are still too weak compared to gods. As long as a small accident occurs, their secrets will be exposed to the gods.

I don’t know why Prometheus, who is known as a wise man, did this. Anyway, the moon goddess thought that the other party’s behavior was quite stupid.

And although she also didn't know much about faith, Selene always felt that once such a 'blessing' lasted for a long time, humans might not be able to remain pious.

Just like her, she felt happy for a long time every time she learned a witchcraft at first, but now she has become accustomed to it. After humans get used to God's blessings, this may not be the case.

"Forget it, leave them alone."

Pulling on the sleeve of the Moon Goddess, Hecate felt that there was really nothing to see in this so-called 'human wisdom'.

"Let's go Selene. The divination tells me that I may be able to see an acquaintance on earth this time."

"But to be honest, apart from the Golden Retriever, who I know a little bit, do I have any other acquaintances?"

After thinking for a moment in confusion, Hecate gave up thinking and said happily:

"Let's go west. I lived there when I was a child, and I don't know what's going on there now."

"But the sacred mountain has collapsed - I hope there is something left there~"

"Is that where you lived when you were a child? It's worth visiting."

Selene nodded, looking forward to it. She decisively left the two mortals and Prometheus behind, and then headed west with Hecate.

However, just as Orson and Momon didn't notice them, they also didn't notice that three sneaky figures had just passed by.

Of course, the other party didn't notice them either.

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"Ageing.Death"

Lying on his back on the wooden bed, Mo Meng was immersed in thought.

After he separated from Orson before, he had been frightened for a while, fearing that the people passing by just now were actually gods, but he just ignored them and went to settle accounts with the Creator. But as time passed, he gradually felt relieved.

Since there is no disaster falling from the sky, then there is probably no problem. Now, while lying alone on the wooden bed, Momeng relaxed and began to think wildly.

Unlike Orson, the other person is like the creator, confident in his extraordinary wisdom, and therefore fearless. Therefore, he is also the most loved by Prometheus, but Momon always wants more.

Fooling the gods is just because the other party is not in front of you. On the day you die, when your soul comes face to face with the god in charge of death, will the other party still be deceived by you?

He thinks probably not. Although Momun still doesn't know who the god he will face after death is, it must be a great god.

After all, they are both true gods. The Creator has also said that granting immortality to mortals is a costly thing. Unless the god controls life or death itself, then he can use an alternative method to make mortals immortal.

"Forget it, it should be a long, long time."

"I don't know what it feels like to 'grow old', and when that day comes, will Orson be able to say with such confidence that 'death is nothing more than that'?"

Whispering softly to himself, Momen felt sleepy coming over him, and he was ready to take a nap.

"Probably not. After all, you haven't seen the death of the same kind, let alone the feeling of aging. When you really see it, you will know how to be afraid."

"who!"

The sleepiness receded instantly. Mo Meng really didn't expect that he would encounter unknown existences twice in a row in just half a day.

And depending on the situation, this second coming existence might not be passing by, but coming towards him.

He held the short copper sword that had been kept by his side. Although it was probably useless in front of the visitor, it could bring some psychological comfort to Momeng.

His eyes were sharp, scanning left and right, but there was nothing in the burning fire.

"Don't be afraid. As the 'priest' favored by Prometheus, I won't do anything to you."

"After all, if his vigilance is aroused, it will be difficult to handle."

Along with slight laughter, a figure slowly emerged. He looked no different from a young human, with a gentle smile on his lips.

If they met by chance during the day, Momen would probably be happy to make friends with such a person. But looking at it now, the other party is most likely not even a human being.

"Who are you? This is the place where the Creator pays attention. It's not too late for you to leave now."

Sitting up from the wooden bed, Mo Meng held the sword in his right hand and looked alert.

He had secretly made up his mind that if the other party could be frightened by the name of the Creator, he would immediately seek the protection of Prometheus.

But in fact, he also knew that his idea would probably not be realized.

Sure enough, under his gaze, the stranger opposite had no intention of retreating at all. He just raised the corners of his mouth, smiled and said:

"Prometheus, he can't even protect himself. Why do you think he can protect you?"

"You don't really think that blasphemy is something that can be uncovered so easily."

With a bit of ridicule, before coming here, Mephistopheles thought he would spend a long time looking for opportunities, but what he never expected was that in just half a day, he found the man he had dealt with before The god of enlightenment actually did such a thing.

For some trivial tribute, they deceived the gods. Whenever a god passed by a human tribe in person, his little tricks could not be hidden from others. Mephistopheles was even thinking secretly whether this prophetic wise man lived up to his name, or whether he had become so bloated that he had forgotten who he was.

Does he think he is one of those great beings who transcend the gods?

But that's fine, now he no longer needs to think about how to kill humans on a large scale - after all, he only has one chance. The Lord of Nine Hells told him that the Lord of the Spiritual World might turn a blind eye to his behavior of plundering mortal souls. , but it does not mean that other beings in the spiritual world will do the same.

He used to have a headache how to 'eat to the full' at once, but now he just needs to sit back and watch mankind destroy itself, and then sow enough 'seeds' before that is enough.

In a hundred or two hundred years at most, everything will come to an end.

".Are you not a god?"

There was a moment of silence, and then the strange presence on the other side revealed Momeng's biggest worry. Even strictly speaking, many priests are like him, immersed in the beauty of the moment, but at the same time afraid of the day when they are exposed.

He didn't know what would happen to the Creator, but as a priest who deceived the gods, Momon felt that he would not end well. Fortunately, the second unknown existence he encountered today didn't seem to be a god.

"Of course, I am not a god. Even in the past, I was once a human being, but a silver human being destroyed by gods."

"What?"

Momeng was shocked.

He had heard about the silver humans, which were a godless generation and a sinful generation of humans. They all died at the transition of the two eras, and their souls were nowhere to be found.

But the strange existence in front of him not only claimed to be a silver human, but also possessed the power that an extraordinary creature could control. This made him find it difficult to accept. Could it be that the Creator had deceived him?

"Haha, in the eyes of most people, the Silver Humans are indeed a thing of the past, but the great Lord of Nine Hells has brought us back to life."

As if reading Momun's thoughts, Mephistopheles explained casually.

"As for your creator Prometheus, he is a god that is difficult to evaluate. He once contacted us, but finally gave up."

Shaking his head, Mephistopheles didn't know how to evaluate this god when his thinking was no longer affected by the source of power.

Without him, the silver humans in the past might not have been able to learn even the most basic knowledge, but now, the two sides are obviously on opposite sides.

"So what are you here for, you want me to turn against the Creator?"

Trying to calm down, Mo Meng knew that there must be something in him that the other party could use.

And after searching high and low, he felt that his only relationship with the Creator was worthy of his attention.

"No, I'm not interested in God."

However, to Momeng's surprise, the other party smiled and rejected his idea.

"Actually, Momont, I'm more interested in you."

Stretching out his hand, Mephistopheles took out a vial in front of Mormont.

The bottle is crystal clear and is completely beyond the reach of today's human craftsmanship. Inside, dark red liquid was slowly rolling.

"This is my blood. After drinking it, you can jump higher, be stronger, sense more acutely, possess some extraordinary powers, and of course, most importantly, live longer."

"But I don't need it."

His tone was stiff, Momon was not interested in drinking anything the stranger offered him.

"Maybe, you really don't need it just yet."

Putting the vial on the table, Mephisto smiled and said:

"But it will be in the future."

"See with your eyes and feel with your body. When you see the same kind of people around you getting old, when your eyes are no longer clear, when you feel scared, drink it and you will get more. For a long time.”

"And, I hope you understand,"

Standing in the shadows, Mephisto's expression seemed very sincere.

"We were all humans once, and humans can understand each other, but humans are different from gods."

"What they need is human faith, not human beings themselves. No matter how much you contribute to them, if you don't believe in him, the result will not make any difference."

"So please remember, Momun, never pray to the gods for eternal life. Otherwise, you will definitely regret it."

With a mysterious smile on his face, Mephisto's figure gradually receded, turning into a black mist that dispersed and disappeared immediately. Momeng was on guard for a while, and then he gradually relaxed until the moon reached the zenith.

He looked at the vial on the table and hesitated. Momen originally planned to tell the Creator what happened today and let him handle the contents of the bottle, but in the end, for some unknown reason, he hid it under the bed.

He didn't intend to use it, and he didn't trust this strange silver human. If he can deceive God, how can others not deceive him?

And thinking about the other party's last words, Mo Meng couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

"Pray to God for eternal life. Oh, doesn't he know that there is no such option among the blessings sent by the gods?"

"Even if I want to do this, no god has made any relevant promises at all."

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it. Although he did not plan to tell the Creator, Momen still decided to secretly observe the other priests tomorrow, especially Orson.

He was not sure that this mysterious man was only looking for him.