Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

The western part of Aurora City is a residential area that is not considered the core.

"Mr. Lane, have you heard that just three days ago, the temples of the Goddess of Law collapsed."

As he hurriedly walked into Ryan's courtyard, Ender looked a little anxious. He had stayed at home for the past two days and did not expect to hear about such a thing as soon as he came out.

Studying drama with Ryan over the years has also allowed Ander to understand a lot of history that ordinary people don't know, as well as the true power of gods.

The temples of the gods collapsed. Does this mean they were dissatisfied with mankind? He eagerly came to seek out Ryan, who was always knowledgeable and seemed to know everything, but when he walked into the small courtyard, there was no one there.

There was a layer of dust on the table that looked like it was two days old. There was nothing else on it, just a beautiful puppet.

"Mr. Lane?"

Still no response. The door of the house was open, but there was nothing inside. Even Ryan's usual things disappeared. Everything seems to indicate that he has left here, and it doesn't look like he left temporarily.

Instantly, a huge sense of loss surged into Ander's heart. In fact, he had expected today's scene, but when it really happened, he was a little at a loss.

Ryan has mentioned in his speech more than once that he will leave here one day. Just in the past, Ender thought this day was far away, but he didn't expect it to be today.

"Probably because of the collapse of the temple. Mr. Lane is a priest after all."

Sighing, Ender looked at the puppets on the table.

This may be the gift Mr. Lane left for him. He had also talked about this before, saying that he would leave Ender a 'gift beyond your imagination' before leaving.

Ender was silent for a while, then gently held the puppet, turned around and prepared to leave.

No matter what this is, it is something left by the elders who have taught Ender for decades, and he will definitely cherish it. However, the next moment, Ander froze on the spot.

The moment the puppet came into contact with his palm, an invisible 'lock' seemed to be unlocked. In the past, it locked all the 'abnormalities' about Ryan, and everyone subconsciously ignored them under the influence of this power, but from this moment on, it no longer takes effect on Ender.

Along with it, there was another piece of information, information about this puppet.

"This is--"

With his eyes widened, Ender looked at the 'toy' in his hand. Just now, based on what he learned from that message, he knew the secret contained in the puppet in front of him, which was indeed beyond his imagination.

He didn't know if the information was true or false, but if it was true.

"Huh-Ender, don't worry."

"Your mental power is not strong enough. According to the information, even if you can use foreign objects, you must first reach the realm of 'legend'."

Taking a deep breath, Ender said to himself.

Over the years, Ender learned how to meditate in order to multitask and control the puppets. It's just that as a mortal, he is far from being able to break through the barrier in a short time like a being who is essentially a god. Moreover, the meditation he learned is really just meditation, and has no other knowledge related to mysticism.

If the realm before the legend is divided into four stages, he has now reached the peak of the third level, and is still far away from the extraordinary realm.

Ender originally didn't care much about strength, but it was different now.

"Mr. Lane - no, His Highness Lane is actually a god."

Whispering softly to himself, Ender knew that the teacher he had never acknowledged was probably not only a god, but most likely a god stronger than the Creator. After all, Prometheus once said that the boundary between mortal things and gods cannot be broken.

But looking at it now, it's just that the Creator is not strong enough.

Holding the puppet tightly, Ander's excitement slowly calmed down. After so many years, even though he has seen many not-so-good things among humans, he still retains the kindness in his heart.

Therefore, although he received a huge benefit, he was still worried about the collapse of the temple.

After all, this may represent God's dissatisfaction with mankind, and although he has what he has in hand, it is only the future.

"First go to the priests you know and ask. They should know something."

After making a decision, Ender walked out of Ryan's courtyard. After crossing the threshold and looking at the sky, I have to say that the weather today is indeed a bit strange.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be suppressed, and silver snakes were dancing among them. Especially in the core of Aurora City, the clouds there are particularly thick.

An invisible feeling of depression enveloped his heart, and Ender shook his head to drive this feeling away.

After all, it was the safest place for the human tribe. Although he had never been there personally, Ender knew what was there.

There is the abode of the Creator and the temple of the God-King.

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The sky has darkened, dark clouds are gathering more and more, and there are no pedestrians on the road. In this weather that looks like it will rain heavily, no one wants to run out very much.

Scattered firelight scattered among the quiet human tribe at this moment, bringing a little light to the dark night. Not long after Momon left, Orson put a layer of black clothes on himself and walked out of his room silently.

Standing on the street, Orson looked back. This is the wooden house that he has lived in for decades, and it was built by the Creator together with him.

At that time, this was used as an example to other humans. Prometheus used it to teach them how to build houses, and Orson has always been proud to live here.

But in the future, he probably won't have the chance to live there again.

"But there's nothing we can do about it."

Orson sighed, feeling a little sad.

"You are neither the strongest god, nor can you do everything. I am indeed grateful that you created me, but this is not the reason for me to die with you."

"No - I am the only one who will die, you never will!"

His voice was soft at first, as if he was trying to convince himself, but then it turned into gritted teeth. I don’t know when, Orson felt that he was becoming more and more envious of the gods. Envious to the point of being somewhat resentful.

Eternal life, immortality, strength, appearance, they are so similar to humans, even Orson doesn't feel there is any difference between the two. If I must say it, it's just that the gods are better.

After all, they have been gods since the day they were born.

"call--"

"This is why faith cannot be discussed."

"Some idiots just can't understand this."

Suppressing his tumbling emotions, Orson laughed to himself.

Look, he's proof of that. Obviously he is the one who has received the most and the greatest blessings from the gods among humans, but he is the one who least believes in gods.

In the past, he enjoyed fooling the gods. Now, he was betraying his Maker again.

Sometimes Orson feels that he is indeed despicable, but there is no way, reality is like this, this world is like this. As long as you have value, you can live well. On the other hand, whether you are noble or despicable is actually not that important.

Just like him now, isn't he the high priest standing at the apex of bronze humanity?

But now it's time for a change. Once, his 'intelligence' was what distinguished him from other humans and was his value to the Creator. Now, it's time to show value to other gods.

Of course, the premise of everything is that the other party can also give him what he wants.

"It's almost time."

After clenching his fists and reaffirming his thoughts, Orson walked towards the core of the tribe.

The dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, making the air seem a bit depressing. Perhaps it was the tranquility before the heavy rain, but there was no sign of wind along the way. By the firelight in the houses on both sides of the road, Orson's eyes, which were no longer bright, could barely make out the road.

He had walked this road many times in the past, but this time it was extraordinarily slow. The further you go, the brighter your surroundings become, for this is the core of Aurora.

Here, the sacred fire used to worship the gods is fueled by animal fat and remains immortal all year round. Even at night and on rainy nights, someone is always watching over them to prevent them from burning out.

"High Priest."

"Um."

"Sir Orson."

"good."

"High Priest."

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Gradually, Orson met some acquaintances on the road, and he nodded and greeted them one by one.

As the most central temple of God, it is natural that no one would be left unattended just because of the night. Although the people responsible for guarding the temple were a little confused about Orson coming late at night, they didn't think much about it.

After all, the other party is the high priest, and the temple of the Goddess of Law collapsed a few days ago. It seems that it is not strange for Orson to come to pray to the gods.

Along the way, Orson slowly came to the temple where he had worked for many years. Looking up, even at night, this tall and majestic temple is still solemn and solemn, with a slight luster. This is caused by the influence of the divine power in the statue.

Here, the power of faith, divinity and elements seem to have produced some wonderful reaction after the three merged, vaguely giving birth to a power similar to divine power, but much weaker, but not suppressed by the laws of the world. .

If Orson was from hundreds of years in the future, he might be able to tell that every inch of this temple has been 'consecrated'. It has some extraordinary properties and can contain things that contain negative energy.

At the same time, the spirit body's "wall penetration" that ignores the entity will not be effective here, and they will be blocked like material life. Even the corresponding surface spiritual world appears to be different from other places.

"High Priest."

Seeing Orson's figure, the two young men responsible for guarding the door greeted him in unison.

"Okay, don't pay attention to me, I'll go in through the side door."

After waving his hand to stop the young man from opening the front door, Orson thought for a moment, then turned around and warned:

"After a while, I will use the method taught by the Creator to communicate with God and try to solve the problem of the collapse of the goddess temple. No one can disturb me. Remember, I am talking about everyone!"

"Yes, High Priest."

The young man responded respectfully.

"very good."

Nodding, Orson no longer hesitated. He walked around to the side and walked into the temple through the small door where the worshipers usually came in and out.

Pushing open the small door, and then closing it carefully after entering, the hall was very empty, making the sound of footsteps and the opening and closing of the door particularly clear. Orson didn't light the light, he just walked inside with the faint light from the skylight.

Soon, when he reached the innermost part of the hall, Orson raised his head and looked at the tall statue in front of him, stunned.

In the past, he had offered sacrifices to the God King countless times here, and had also performed similar acts in other temples, but every time he prayed, he prayed for something that was insignificant to him personally.

He wanted eternal life and power, but this was not included in God's promise to mortals. Some of them gave fire, some calmed the wind and rain, and some gave crops a bumper harvest, but none of them was willing to give life to mortals.

"The only exception is you, the respected Lord of Thunder, the King of the Gods."

"Only you understand our prayers. There are few things in the world that you cannot give. You have not defined the categories of rewards, but you have given us the hope of getting everything."

Praising with hope, just like every time in the past, Orson loudly recited a poem describing the God-King.

Now, it's time for him to show his worth to the God King.

"Zeus, the great god, the immortal Zeus!

We pray to you and present you with proof of reward!

O supreme monarch, through your head the divine is revealed:

The Mother Goddess of the earth, the roaring mountain shores, the sea, and all the stars that line the sky.

The great Zeus, the son of Cronus, the master of all ages with lightning in his hand!

You are the source of everything, the beginning and end of all things!

O shaker of the world, the beginning of growth and purification!

The king of gods who controls lightning, thunder, and thunderbolts!

Great Father Zeus, please listen to me:

Your most loyal servant, I beg you, please grant me eternal life, a noble status, and the power to serve you! "

When the poetry paused, Orson felt, as always, God's gaze.

Due to the frequent sacrifices recently, gods no longer often pay attention to the sacrifices of mortals. But the call in the middle of the night still caught the attention of the God King.

After all, this was the first midnight sacrifice, and he planned to listen to what this mortal planned to say, and why he dared to pray to him for eternal life, status, and power.

So after feeling the gaze of the God King, Orson crawled to the ground. His heart was pounding, but he looked pious and fanatical.

He began to tell, telling how he worshiped the gods, the status of the Creator among humans, and how Prometheus set out to deceive the gods.

He was not willing to join in the same trend at first, but the Creator's reputation among humans was so great, and the gap in their power was so obvious. So much so that it was not until today that the despicable son of Iapetus finally offended the goddess of law because of his rampant behavior, and he finally had the opportunity to tell the God King what happened.

Finally, kneeling on the ground, Orson said loudly:

"Supreme King of the Gods, just as you promised:

There is nothing in this world that you cannot give me. The secret I brought to you proves my devotion to you, and I also ask you to grant me eternal life as promised. "

Orson is confident because it has been like this in the past.

The gods were far away in Olympus, and they could not tell whether a person was pious or not. Since they use sacrifices to measure their faith, the secret he offered is the most solemn sacrifice in the world.

The dim light from the skylight illuminated Orson's prostrate figure, and also illuminated Zeus standing behind him.

Someone prayed to him, and he listened; the other person longed for him to come, and he came. The God King has demonstrated his power in this world, and the laws are roaring towards him, but this cannot conceal the anger in Zeus's heart at this moment.

His face was expressionless and he slowly looked around. The splendid palace looks solemn and solemn, but it seems a bit ironic at the moment. After all, all of this is just to deceive.

Finally, Zeus looked at Orson who was kneeling in front of him. In any case, as the God King, he should indeed make clear rewards and punishments.

He knew that this guy was not loyal, but he was somewhat valuable. The God King secretly decided that as long as this mortal had the slightest faith in himself, he could grant him eternal life and use his existence to promote the God King's kindness and prestige among new humans in the future.

It took him a long time to sense it, but the result surprised him. Until this moment, the high priest who was kneeling on the ground was not aware of what was happening. He waited expectantly for God's blessing, but no matter how the God King looked at him, there was no trace of faith in him.

All he could see was this humble mortal's belief in himself.

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"Piety."

"Oh, I understand. It seems that I was wrong before, and we were all wrong - it turns out that this is faith."

With a sneer, as the thunder passed by, Orson turned into charcoal without realizing it. The invisible force acted on his body, and he would remain in his current state forever, crawling in the center of the temple.

Looking through the wall, looking at the human city that is becoming more and more prosperous with the blessing of the gods, the God King's anger becomes more and more raging. He wants to destroy these miserable lives, even if the vast majority of them know nothing about it. Thunder and lightning gathered in the sky, as if they would fall to the earth the next moment, but the next moment, he stopped his behavior.

Not only because Zeus regained some sense, but also because he had a better idea.

Humanity can be destroyed at any time, but the chance to solve Prometheus may only be this one. If there is a next generation of humans, he doesn't want to see this Illuminati who likes to be with people anymore. His existence itself is the biggest obstacle and competitor for the gods to gain faith.

So Zeus wanted to give him a chance to make Prometheus's disobedience to the Divine Court more thorough, if he really loved the humans he created as much as he showed.

As a result, the God King no longer resisted the suppression of the laws of this world, and the incarnation that descended from the air was instantly wiped out, even affecting his body. But at the same time, accompanied by a thunder, the God King's decree came into effect.

At this moment, the sound, with the temple as its core and the sacred mountain as its core, rang in the ears of everyone and the gods. Whether they were sleeping or awake, on earth or in the sky, they all heard the indifferent voice of Zeus in the thunder, the cause and effect of everything, and the brief judgment of the God King:

"From today onwards——"

"Take away the 'fire' given to mankind."