Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"You must have taken more than one of those eggs of life."

The power of [Darkness] may be rare in the world in terms of concealment, but it cannot match [Space] in terms of grabbing things. Therefore, in the Kingdom of Mist, Erebus was half a beat slow in the end.

This originally didn't matter, except that Ryan took more and he took less, but because of the sudden completion of Chaos' occupation of the nine kingdoms, both of them stopped in a hurry.

In this case, although Ryan didn't get much, Erebus only had time to collect one at the very edge.

"Are you also interested in this kind of 'thing'? I thought this kind of weak life was not taken seriously by you."

Looking away from the crystal branches of the flesh-and-blood mother tree, Ryan's mind scanned his harvest.

Two of them seem to have a stronger aura than a dozen of them. Of course, as the original dragon species, no matter how ordinary it is, it is truly an extraordinary being.

Perhaps the bloodline of their descendants will gradually become silent and become stable after being passed down for several generations, but this batch of dragon eggs that may be called [Ancestral Dragons] actually have a powerful essence. As long as they reach normal adulthood, they can easily become legends. With the existence of the domain, even as the years go by, they can continue to tap into the potential in their blood and become more powerful, and after a long time they will have the power of a god.

As for the two who are obviously more powerful, they can probably directly touch the realm of God. However, how strong they can be in the future depends on where they grow.

Affected by their living environment, their attributes and talents will be biased, and those that fall into Ryan's hands are undoubtedly the ones with good luck.

As for the dragon eggs still left in Niflheim, they will probably be randomly released into the world. After all, that country has been assimilated by the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood], and the place where the dragon egg is located is one of the few places that has not been affected.

"Life from another world has some research value, not to mention that it is alive. It would also be a good thing if it can reproduce into a group. Aren't you always very interested in these mortal things?"

Frowning, Erebus also had a headache looking at the lonely dragon egg he had obtained.

He planned to use something to exchange for another one from Ryan, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he had nothing to exchange.

Either the value was too high and he felt it was not worth paying for a dragon egg. Or he knew that Ryan was definitely not interested without opening his mouth.

"Then just do your own research and I won't bother you. I believe you will learn something."

With a faint smile, Ryan reached out to pick up Mimir, who had suddenly become mute since meeting Erebus, and turned around and walked towards the way he came.

Just as the other party thought, Ryan didn't want anything. After all, things like [Darkness] Source Power were obviously not tradable objects.

It should be too late now, he wanted to rush to see where the Nine Realms would be integrated into the world of Khaos. After all, apart from being observed when they first move, they will be wrapped in the power of the world and begin a long digestion process.

Behind him, looking at Ryan's retreating back, the Lord of Darkness said nothing and disappeared without a trace.

He planned to get another one from Ryan, but it didn't matter if he didn't have it. The gods of Chaos have never lacked gods who can give birth to offspring on their own, but it only consumes more power.

As for why he suddenly became interested in these weak lives that he had originally dismissed, it was because Erebus had found a large number of traces of intelligent life in Svartalfheim, the kingdom of darkness. Although they are basically dead, many classics left behind still exist.

Even after just a quick glance, Erebus was surprised to find that there were not only gods in this world, but also humans.

It's not surprising that there are gods in other worlds, but the existence of human beings seems very abrupt.

What's more, judging from some of the records found, unlike human beings, the native residents of the Kingdom of Darkness, those called 'dark elves' and 'dwarves', were the first beings born from this world, born under the intertwining of ice and fire. On the body of the original giant Yunior, they are more powerful than humans and have a longer history, but in the end, only humans live in Midgard, the center of the nine realms.

In different worlds, only humans and gods were so similar, which suddenly made him realize that in the past, Ryan seemed to have been paying more attention to these intelligent beings.

There is also the energy called 'faith', which Erebus has actually discovered a long time ago, but it may have some meaning to Gaia, which has been repeatedly hit, and can make up for her losses to a certain extent; for the person recognized in this world The God King also has meaning, allowing him to dominate other gods, but it cannot help the original god become a complete greatness, so the Lord of Darkness has always turned a blind eye to this.

But now, he noticed from the books of the dark elves that the war between the two major gods in this world seemed to have some vague relationship with faith.

One of the sources of their fights was over who was more worthy of being respected by mortals.

For all these reasons, Erebus finally decided secretly that he planned to create a race of his own. No matter whether it was useful or useless, he had nothing to do now anyway.

And the most important thing is that he seems to have some idea of ​​how to peel off the traces of the present world on his body and return to the beginning.

"Speaking of which, this is the inspiration you gave me."

Caressing the only dragon egg he grabbed, Erebus cut off his left hand directly.

This hand was infected by the power of the flesh-and-blood mother tree, and it was perfect for shaping a dragon mother. Of course, he had to wipe out the consciousness born in it first, so as not to make a wedding dress for others.

"And that guy who I didn't take seriously in the first place? The Nine Hells?"

Although the other person is technically his junior, he has become his senior on the road to opening up the world, so Erebus will naturally pay attention to his actions.

The other party seems to have created a life called [Devil], so naturally the Lord of Darkness will not lag behind.

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Crash--

The river around the world flows continuously, and the intercepted river channel does not affect the overall flow. It didn't take long for Ryan to return to the edge of Khaos.

Familiar rules and a sense of relaxation came over. Compared to the repressed situation in the Nine Realms, this place was more comfortable.

In the Kingdom of Mist, the power of a great level did not show up at all in the face of the power of the complete world. The fight between the three creatures did not even break the land of Niflheim. If Ryan were to confront the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] here, I am afraid that in one encounter, the existence under the East China Sea God would be assimilated into a part of the other party, and then crushed into powder by Ryan mercilessly.

Of course, the laws of this world will probably follow suit and impose sanctions on these two 'violent elements'.

"It can be regarded as protecting his own 'trophy'. After all, if it is damaged, Chaos will have to spend his own strength to repair the damaged interface."

Standing above the long river, Ryan looked at the nine realms pulled by the chains of order. He noticed that the trajectories of these interfaces had begun to gradually separate.

The Kingdom of Fog has the most and densest chains. After all, there is a 'big bomb' inside. Some fragments were peeled off from it, probably the parts that had not been assimilated by the mother tree.

Judging from the direction, it was pulled to the bottom of the world. Although it is not sure whether it can still appear in the world, if it can, Niflheim will most likely be with Tartarus.

From now on, the representation of the chaotic side of the world is likely to become two, but the premise is that the [Flemish Mother Tree] must be completely transformed by Chaos first. As for how long this process will last, Ryan is not very clear.

Except for the Fog Country, Vanaheim fell to the southeast sea, near an island near the mainland. When it is completely digested by the world, it will most likely open its own entrance there.

There is no doubt about the value of such a magical country. Even if many spells and rituals lose their effectiveness due to changes in the world, inspiration is often more important than experience in the field of mysticism.

The inspiration that the Warner Protoss has achieved over tens of thousands of years is unimaginable.

Jotunheim, the kingdom of giants, flew to the extreme north of the world. The desolate ice field was as uninhabited as the home of the frost giants; Helheim, the country of the dead, drifted to the underworld. In the future, it is likely to become the third place of the undead. The second home is even different from the new undead under the light of the dark moon.

One of them is born from magic power, and the other is simply the power of death. The latter will obviously hate life more than the former.

Svartalfheim, the kingdom of darkness, has 'expanded' a distance between the earth and the underworld.

When [Underworld] was divided, the areas controlled by the two earth gods would inevitably collide, but now, it is separated. As a result, countless cavities and crypts were born. From then on, just like the sea, there was an unowned 'land' in the world that could be fought for.

As for Muspelheim, as the original country that was born together with the Kingdom of Mist, it also drifted to the bottom of the world. However, unlike his 'old friend', the Fire Country flowed directly into Tartarus. Through his special incarnation, Ryan could even predict that this country would probably be dismembered.

It just so happened that the Abyss was affected by the Nine Hells and began to gradually create matter and divide interfaces. Muspelheim would become the nourishment of this process. The new abyss will also be affected by this, giving birth to some special life forms, as well as layers filled with flames and lava.

Of course, the Nine Hells can also get a share of the pie. Perhaps from now on, flames will become another means of the devils like darkness.

Finally, Midgard in the Nine Realms and Alfheim, where the light elves live, are still surrounding Chaos and seem to have found no place to go.

However, not having ownership does not mean that they will not be transformed. They are just like other interfaces. The matter and energy are still the same, but the underlying rules that constitute them are slowly changing.

In this process, some of the original rules of the nine kingdoms have been integrated into the world of Chaos. In the future, many sources of power will see a more or less rise.

"That's just not necessarily a good thing for some people."

Glancing at the stars, Ryan thought of a certain goddess who had evaded the world for hundreds of years.

For Ryan, when the origin rises, it rises. Anyway, it is impossible for Chaos to share his power, but this may not be the case for some people.

For example, Alfheim, which is filled with the power of light, greatly increases the power of [Light]. If there are no accidents, Theia, the mother of light, is likely to touch greatness in this era, but Ryan believes that before this day comes, another god of light will be born in the world.

The laws of the world have always been like this, and he is no longer surprised.

"And Asgard."

Ryan turned his head and looked towards the east of the continent, where Mount Olympus stood tall. Perhaps due to some kind of attraction, Asgard's final destination is there.

"Speaking of which, I don't know what happened to Odin."

Ryan thought briefly. Although all signs indicate that this alien king of gods should be dead, he even fought against the flesh-and-blood mother tree and penetrated the trunk of the tree with his own spear. But the price was also very heavy. This invincible artifact was destroyed, and the remaining gun barrel fell into Ryan's hands.

But Ryan felt that as a god-king who had existed for so long, he shouldn't have ended quietly like this.

"Do you think Odin is dead?"

After releasing Mimir's Skull, Ryan asked before the other party could rejoice in this new world full of vitality.

"If I had to give an answer, I feel dead."

However, to Ryan's expectation, Mimir gave such an answer.

"He may have left behind something full of his will, but he himself will not survive. This is at least what I think."

"Why?"

Ryan was a little confused. He originally wanted to know where Odin might be hiding, but Mimir thought that the other party was dead, which he did not expect.

"Because I know him well. He is a former God King and a warrior."

Without hesitation, Mimir replied.

"He often uses intrigues and tricks, and he is far from fair. But the reason why he can sit on the throne, convince the gods, and be respected by mortals is because when the real disaster strikes, he will never run away."

"At least the Odin I know is like this."

After a moment of silence, Ryan somehow felt that what the other party said made sense. The Scandinavians seem to have this style of painting. Even in the original Ragnarok, Odin was never afraid of death.

They regard death in battle as an honor, and they may long for life, but they do not refuse to die either.

"A warrior? Haha, sure enough, comparing the four god kings of the two realms, the one with the lowest limit has lived the longest and achieved the highest."

"It can be seen that in the profession of God King, the lower the lower limit, the longer and more stable you can sit."

I don't know if it was a compliment or a mocking smile, but Ryan stopped thinking about it. He planned to return to the spirit world to 'open the box'. But before that, he noticed that there were four figures flying towards the huge whirlpool in the East China Sea.

The man at the head was none other than the sun god Helios.

"Let's go over and have a look."

The bound Prometheus, calculating the time, is indeed almost there.

No matter what Mimir thought, with the help of the ubiquitous spirit world, Ryan shuttled directly towards the eye of the sea.

He still wanted to witness this classic scene.

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"call--"

"Damn it."

His legs were a little weak. Standing on top of the maelstrom, looking at the spiral that swallowed everything, Helios had no sense of pleasure at all in achieving his goal.

On the contrary, his face was a little pale, and waves of illusory pain were being transmitted through his body, reaching the depths of his soul.

Perhaps in a sense, this is not necessarily illusory. Because the person who caused all this used time and space as a means to show his power, and he himself was in charge of history.

This leads to the fact that when one of the parties involved comes to the scene in person, it inevitably leads to some kind of temporal connection. The hurt that belongs to the past blurs the 'distance' from the present.

".Get down quickly, I don't want to stay here any longer."

The huge vortex with a diameter of thousands of miles is even as big as a small continent in the eyes of mortals. How deep the bottom of such a vortex is, no one knows. Even as gods, they now feel a bit 'fear of giant things'.

But although he didn't want to go in at all, Helios didn't dare to give Zeus a chance to punish him openly. He motioned to Krasto and Bea, who were escorting Prometheus.

The two children conceived alone by Styx, the River of Oaths, immediately took command, and they began to descend toward the center of the vortex that swallowed all things.

Maybe for a moment, or maybe for a day, light does not exist here at all. Even if Helios tries his best to release the power of the sun, it only illuminates a small spot around him.

It was probably enough for a huge boulder to fall for nine days and eight nights. Finally, they finally reached what seemed to be the bottom.

The reason why I say suspected is because they never want to take even one step forward.

"This is it, what do you think?"

Looking at Prometheus, the Sun God asked in a low voice.

The dark and silent environment around him made him subconsciously lower his voice, as if speaking louder would cause some terrible disaster.

"Then let's stay here. I don't think you want to go any further. After all, His Majesty the God King probably doesn't care whether I'm at the bottom of the Eye of the Sea or not."

After looking at his residence for some time in the future, Prometheus opened his arms.

"bring it on."

To be honest, Prometheus was still a little scared before making the decision, but now he is calm.

Some physical suffering, not even the betrayal of his own students saddened him.

"This is the order of the God King, and we are just following orders."

Krasto and Bea looked at each other, and while confessing their sins to Prometheus, they took out the heavy chain made by the Cyclops.

They tied the hands of the Illuminati and hung him here. There was obviously no fulcrum for hanging, but the chains tied Prometheus in mid-air. Then Bea took out a long nail and drove it into his chest.

The blood flows down the body and eventually falls below the vortex. After completing this step, the two took a step back and stood beside the Sun God.

So at this moment, an endless pressure poured on Prometheus's thin body, making his bones creak.

On the sea, the restrictions in this world are slightly looser than those on the earth, so the Sun God has been using his divine power to resist the oppression at the eye of the sea, but the long nails driven into Prometheus' chest locked him Without the power of the Titan God, he could only use his own body to resist the pressure.

The so-called 'suppressing the sea tide' naturally does not mean that Prometheus, who does not even have moderate divine power, will eliminate the eye of the sea. It is just that when he is locked here, the suction force of this large whirlpool to the outside world is reduced. Moreover, if some beings who accidentally fall into the whirlpool can see the Illuminati alive, they may have a chance to get out.

Yes, the chains and nails cast by the Cyclops locked up Prometheus's divine power, but gave him a chance to release it, but the object of release was not himself. He can send others away from this bottomless sea, but he himself can only stay here forever.

People do not suffer from scarcity, but from inequality. Although Khaos did not say this, the truth is the same. Zeus wanted to torture Prometheus's mind in this way - either endure the obvious differences between others and himself, or watch other beings die coldly.

If he really chooses the latter, the God-King believes that it won't be long before humans will no longer be taken seriously by the Illuminati. Things like the bottom line always slip down step by step. When the time comes, he will naturally see this paranoid Titan bowing his head to him.

"Although I know your answer, Prometheus, according to the request of the God King, I still have to say to you: You have experienced this pain, this is not a day, not a year, but forever. But If you are willing to take back the fire among humans, you can leave here now.”

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Helios spoke.

Although Zeus punished the fire thief, he, who had gradually understood the nature of faith, understood that although his actions could reduce Prometheus' presence among humans, they could not completely destroy his status among humans.

So as long as Prometheus is willing to bow to him, Zeus doesn't mind letting him go.

"call--"

"No need."

Taking a breath, Prometheus once again rejected Zeus's 'kindness'. He looked at Helios in front of him and smiled with difficulty.

"It's you, Helios, do you remember what I once said?"

"Pure power cannot bring loyalty, and the King of Gods has recognized this. So how long do you think Zeus will tolerate you?"

The pale face of the Sun God darkened. On the side, Krasto and Bea tried their best to reduce their presence. After a long time, Helios raised his head and said slowly to Prometheus:

"So do you have anything to warn me, enlightened wise man? Although I will not listen to your temptations, I still want to see what I can say."

"Warning, not yet."

Hanging in the air, Prometheus said with a smile, not looking like a prisoner at all.

"You don't need to worry now, but if another god is born in the future who is qualified to drive the sun car, then you have to be careful."

"But if you are willing to come and talk to me about human affairs and the changes in the world occasionally, when that day comes, I may be able to give you some advice."

"Hmph, do you think I will disobey the God King's order?"

Glancing at Krasto and Bea who were standing aside, Helios snorted coldly.

"Who can know what will happen in the future? Stay here forever and enjoy the pain with your eternal life. This is a more terrifying torture than eternal sleep."

After saying that, Helios flew directly upwards. He no longer wanted to stay in this place. Krasto and Bea followed closely behind, and they remained silent in tacit agreement.

Soon, it became quiet in Haiyan. Without the presence of Helios, the surroundings also returned to darkness.

For a moment, if the physical pain was ignored, Prometheus actually felt that this environment was not bad. It might not be a bad thing if you only experience it once in a while.

But if this time is extended to the years measured in thousands of years, then I am afraid that as Helios said, this is a more terrible punishment than eternal sleep.

"So, do you regret it, Prometheus?"

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, a voice sounded in the dark and silent eyes of the sea.

".No regrets."

After a brief silence, Prometheus spoke calmly.

"Who are you, the god of the Ocean God system, or that elder who came to visit my nephew?"

The secrets about faith are still sealed by the God-King. Perhaps it was because of this behavior that it attracted the attention of some Titan gods, so that they found it on themselves.

Prometheus is happy to see this. No matter whether the other party is willing to tell his identity or not, he will tell the truth. After all, if gods other than Olympus can also realize the importance of human beings, only then can human beings benefit from the gap.

He had asked the Sun God to come regularly for this purpose before. Helios, who often traveled to and from the sea, would undoubtedly attract the attention of the owner of this sea area. However, he did not expect that not long after, someone came directly to him. .

"By not regretting, do you mean not regretting stealing the fire, or do you mean not regretting deceiving the gods?"

The visitor did not mean to answer the question, but continued to ask.

"I don't regret it at all. Even if I didn't deceive the gods, the Bronze Humans would not have a chance to continue, and the God King would not let me go."

With a calm look on his face, and letting the pain spread and pile up on his body, Prometheus felt that his thoughts were extremely clear.

"Instead of making more terrible mistakes in the future because of my arrogance, the current results are already very good."

"Heh, you look a bit like a wise man now."

With a chuckle, soft light lit up from around him, and Prometheus also saw the gods in front of him.

A young man with black hair looked very familiar, but no matter how he recalled it, Prometheus couldn't remember where he had seen him.

His memory seemed to be separated by a layer, like fishing for the moon in a well, or seeing flowers in the mist.

But don’t remember it if you don’t remember it. Prometheus looked at the gods in front of him and sincerely requested:

"Can you save some of the Bronze Humans?"

"Um?"

Ryan was surprised again. He looked at Prometheus and felt that the god in front of him was completely different from the one who deceived the gods before.

"It seems that you already know that bronze humans are not immune?"

"Yes, before the Earth Mother wakes up, the God King will definitely create the next batch of humans. Maybe he has already started."

Shaking his head with difficulty, Prometheus requested again:

"If possible, you can save some bronze humans. Although the power of the God King is extremely powerful, he is not omnipotent in today's human world."

"If you can avoid his eyes and ears and allow a few humans to survive, then when new mortals are born, you will surely gain enough."

"'Enough harvest'? Haha, actually you want to say that as long as I experience the sweetness of faith, I will not let go of this power. Is that what you think?"

Looking at the fire thief whose expression finally changed, Ryan smiled and shook his head. The other party tried to lure him with benefits, but he was not angry.

Ryan has no intention of quarreling with a prisoner, and strictly speaking, the other party just set up a gold mine. Whether he will be attracted and what he will do depends entirely on each person's different choices.

But what Prometheus didn't expect was that the person he wanted to attract would have no place to put the gold in his house.

Void grabbed it and took out a paintbrush. Ryan suddenly became interested. He planned to complete the second painting in the Divine Life today, [The Suffering of Prometheus].

"How about you let me draw you a picture?"

"In return, I can promise you that one day in the near future, when disaster strikes the earth and mortal life comes to an end. I will walk on the earth and among mortals. If anyone bows to me, I will Promise he survives.”

Although the other party actually couldn't refuse, Ryan still asked politely.

Since it was a matter of pleasure, if Prometheus didn't want to, he would leave just like that.

".I am very grateful to you, Your Highness. You are free to do whatever you want. I have no ability to refuse your idea of ​​painting."

Maybe he said too much, and more blood seeped out of his chest. But Prometheus didn't pay attention to his body, he just looked at Ryan apologetically.

"I do prefer humans, but I don't intend to put you in danger. It would be too dangerous to openly and openly disobey the will of the God King. If the God King notices-"

"Then notice it."

After interrupting Prometheus, using the void as the board and the years as the cloth, Ryan began to write.

The main theme this time is [Suffering], but Prometheus only accounts for a negligible part in the scroll, and more are mortals and gods.

The good and bad of mortals, the evil and non-evil of gods, are all shown in the scroll, and all kinds of expressions of all living beings are displayed here. It does not depict the tortured Creator, but the Bronze Age human world.

"Once you make a promise, it will happen. It's destined."

The pen and ink are bright red, which is the blood of the fire thief. While writing and painting, Ryan looked relaxed.

"No matter who it is, when I promise him 'immortality,' then no one in this world can take away his life."