Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

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What do demons look like when they are fighting?

In most cases, they rely on their natural talents and generally strong bodies.

Because just like the authority of the true God, whether it is the giants born from the first era or the children born by the father of all monsters, the truly powerful demons all have some special abilities.

For example, the petrifying eyes of the Gorgon, the forging talent of the Cyclops, or the Hydra and Sphinx formed from the blood of Typhon.

Some of them are immortal, and some can test their opponents through "puzzles". If they cannot answer, they will violate the "order" they have established, and then lose the power to resist and can only be slaughtered.

Like its peers, the Nomissa Lion is the same.

It had invulnerable fur, but at first sight, when Hercules found the giant lion by a small lake in the forest, he knew he couldn't defeat it with brute force alone.

Everything has its weaknesses, and the giant lion is no exception.

"Roar--!"

"Bang bang——!"

There is no communication, and no need for communication.

The Nomisa Lion is not a wise demon; it is bloodthirsty and brutal.

With a loud roar, Hercules' fist hit the giant lion's body.

The demon's body is tall and strong. In comparison, mortals are so small in front of it.

But under Hercules' fist, the giant lion was still knocked away.

The thick trees were broken like straw, but only slightly slowed down the speed of the demon.

There is no doubt that Hercules had the upper hand in the collision of power.

But looking at the enemy in front of him, the young hero's expression became more serious.

"boom!"

Getting up from the ground, the giant lion shook his head.

Its huge eyes were full of brutality as it stared at the tiny insect in the distance that was bursting with amazing power, and its bloody mouth opened wide.

Although Hercules' power was very great, it could not really cause any harm to it.

Without any hesitation, the giant lion ran forward and opened its mouth to bite the enemy.

This was not the first time it had fought with humans. More than one so-called hero from the human kingdom had wanted to gain fame by relying on its life, but their end was the same.

No matter how powerful they are or how sharp their weapons are, as long as they cannot make the beast bleed, it will become the lion's meal.

"Roar--"

The monster's huge mouth came towards him, but Hercules did not retreat but advanced.

He wanted to try whether the giant lion's mouth could avoid all external damage like its body surface!

Tread-

He took two steps and jumped up.

As if leaping into an abyss on his own initiative, Hercules jumped into the giant lion's mouth.

The iron rod he carried with him became indestructible under his unparalleled strength, and then he hit the demon's lower chest hard.

boom--!
Kaka——!
The muffled sound was accompanied by the difficult biting sounds. At this moment, Hercules and the Nomissa Lion were both troubled by the difficulty of their opponents.

The iron rod struck the demon's mouth, but it was like hitting its body surface, unable to cause any harm to it.

But when the giant lion closed its mouth, it felt as if it had bitten into an indestructible piece of stone, and it was difficult to hurt the opponent no matter what.

Even more than that, the giant lion's mouth had just closed when, under a huge force, it was stretched open little by little.

The young hero used his bare hands to pry open the monster's mouth. In front of him, the power of the Nomisa Lion seemed to be no more than that.

Although there is an obvious difference in size between the two sides, the same is obviously not true for strength.

"Roar……"

"laugh--!"

For a moment, the feeling of a foreign object in its mouth made the giant lion even more angry, and a poisonous gas mixed with stomach acid gushed out of its throat.

Even though Hercules was not afraid of the harm it would bring, looking at his corroded clothes and the fishy smell, he still took the opportunity to jump out of the giant lion's mouth.

At this point, they have all realized how powerful the enemy is.

Throwing the iron rod aside, ordinary weapons were no longer of any help to Hercules.

He swung his fist and hit the lion's head.

The divine blood boiled in his body, and he struck the demon's head with unparalleled force, causing a huge roar.

The giant lion that had just spit out the foreign object was hit hard and was knocked out again.

Its huge body flattened a large area of ​​forest, but after only a moment, it stood up again from the smoke and dust.

As the legend goes, the fur of the Nomissa Lion is invulnerable to swords and guns.

Perhaps a truly powerful divine weapon could penetrate it, but Hercules today would be unable to do anything to it with his bare hands.

Even if his fists could pierce steel, even if his surging blood made him immune to most of the curses and malice in the world, even if his divine power was rare in the world.

But facing such an invulnerable demon, he was still somewhat helpless.

The battle lasted from morning to noon, and from noon to evening.

The young hero tried many ways. He tried to attack the giant lion's eyes, but as long as it closed its eyes, its eyelids would be able to block Hercules' attack.

He once tried to break the giant lion's teeth, but even though he had an extraordinary physique, he was not indestructible and could not ignore the attacks of the demon.

Gradually, the sun sets and rises again.

Rolling, biting, poisonous mist, the Nomisa giant lion also used many methods to try to kill its opponent, but it was never able to do it.

The man and the lion seemed to be in a stalemate, neither could do anything to the other.

"Roar--!"

After letting out a mocking roar, another day passed before the giant lion of Nomisa finally decided to retreat.

This human has some abilities that he cannot kill, so he simply doesn't kill him.

At the end of the day, it's just a tasty treat.

And for it, there is never a shortage of food in this forest.

"call--"

Gasping for breath, the young hero gradually felt tired.

He saw what the giant lion was thinking, but he really had no way to stop it.

How can such an invulnerable body be defeated? As long as it is still breathing, no one can hurt it...

"Ok?"

His eyes moved slightly, and the young hero suddenly seemed to remember something.

Everything in the world is divided into body and soul, just like the person he wants to resurrect.

On the contrary, the soul is more important to intelligent life because it is the ship that carries thinking and rationality.

But there are always exceptions in this world, such as the monsters born between gods and those who are comparable to gods.

God's soul and body are two sides of the same coin, or in other words, 'divinity' is a certain manifestation of this two-sided coin.

Acquired life can also extract some brilliant substance from the ultimate spirit and body, and then undergo the baptism of rules and transform into this immortal creation.

As for these monsters, they are a little different.

But even though Hercules didn't understand, he might be able to try to attack it from another angle.

"boom--"

He did it as he thought. When the giant lion collided with him again, Hercules jumped up and grabbed its neck.

Like moving a mountain, the young hero scanned the surroundings and chose a river.

Dragging the demon, Hercules pulled it into the river step by step, and then pressed down its head.

The Nomissa Lion struggled desperately, but the young hero's power seemed endless.

In this struggle, it still fell into a disadvantage.

"Gululu..."

"Gulu..."

"Gululu..."

With its head pressed under the water, the giant lion finally felt panicked.

It struggled hard, but its strength was getting weaker and weaker.

If Ryan had not come, in the original myth, Athena gave humans the ability to breathe, and humans would have wisdom from then on.

Although the myth is biased, there is indeed some connection for Chaos' demons.

As time passed, the giant lion's struggling strength became weaker and weaker.

Until one moment, it completely stopped moving.

Yet Hercules knew that it was not dead.

For such a monster, losing breath does not mean losing life.

It just temporarily lost the ability to think, and its mind fell into chaos.

"But as long as this is done, it is enough."

"I can't kill you, so I'll let you kill yourself."

After dragging the giant lion's head out of the river, Hercules finally showed a trace of fatigue, but also a bit of joy of victory.

Although the Nomisa giant lion's fur is invulnerable to swords and guns, it does not mean that it cannot do anything to itself. It is just that if it is still conscious and has the ability to think, it can prevent accidental injuries to itself.

But now that it had fainted, there was no way it could stop Hercules.

"laugh--"

Grasping the lion's paw, Hercules used it to stroke its neck.

This time, the invulnerable fur was no longer useful.

As the sharp claws passed, blood gushed out immediately, splashing on the young hero like a fountain.

Hercules hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not dodge.

Because just as the old man he met before said, he did feel the power contained in this blood.

In this way, they were absorbed by Hercules and became part of his essence.

Even though he had already reached a certain limit, it was still not meaningless.

"Phew—I succeeded."

After all the blood had been drained, and the demon's fur had been peeled off with its sharp claws, Hercules finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The rampant demons were killed by him and he fulfilled the gods' request.

If nothing unexpected happens, perhaps the gods will come to praise his achievements soon, and he will receive the next task.

but……

“But where is God?”

After waiting in the open space by the river for three days, Hercules had even done some preliminary work on the skin of the giant lion.

His original clothes were badly corroded when he was fighting with the monster, so now it was just the right time to change into new ones.

The equipment is newer and the body is more energetic.

But at this time, Hercules unexpectedly discovered that, unlike the last time he left Eleusis, the god of the west wind had no plans to show up.

Finally, after three days, seeing that no one came, Hercules had to leave.

"Maybe the gods have their own things to do?"

"...Well, it seems that the death of the Nomisa Lion is not that important."

Shrugging, the young hero decided there was no need to waste any more time.

He planned to follow the direction left by the old man he met before and take a look at the tribe living in the forest.

After all, the God of the West Wind said that the Nomissa Lion was controlled by the evil god.

But now that he has killed them all, where is the evil god...?
I don't know, but Hercules still wants to know.

And that tribe lives nearby, maybe they know something.

······
"Damn it!"

"Where on earth did Hercules go? And this forest...isn't it a little too big?"

An invisible wind blows across the earth, bringing a rustling sound.

Zephyrus passed by a river shortly after Hercules killed the giant lion.

There was an open space there that seemed to have been man-made, and it looked as if it had been the site of a battle.

But now the God of West Wind obviously has no time to pay attention to these things. He only cares about Hercules who he lost.

At first, the God of the West Wind did not take this seriously.

After all, although he is still the 'God of the West Wind', Zephyrus has long been the leader of the four wind gods for more than an era.

Now that the Father God sleeps forever and the Titan Crius falls into the abyss, he is the master of the wind in the world, and only Poseidon, known as the Lord of Storms, can compete with him on the sea.

It's just finding someone, it's not that difficult...

So a day later, Zeferos finally realized the seriousness of the matter and began to panic.

However, the reality is cruel, and the search of the God of West Wind yielded nothing.

It wasn't until two days later that he accepted the fact that he might have made a big mistake and decided to seek help from others.

However, seeking help also depends on the situation. First of all, he cannot go directly to Zeus, otherwise it would make him seem too incompetent.

Secondly, he also tried not to make too much noise, so as not to disturb the gods who were fighting.

Fortunately, just north of the road, there is a place that can help him solve these troubles, that is, the goddess of fate on Mount Nisa.

Anyway, Zeferos had no intention of prying into anyone's fate. He was just going to look for someone, which shouldn't be a big deal... However, something unexpected happened to him again. He found himself lost.

A god lost, it sounds like a joke.

However, the fact is that Zeferos could not find the way out of the forest.

He once tried to fly in one direction, but found that he could not leave the forest no matter what.

It's like different directions are pieced together and it's futile no matter how you go.

"Damn it, this couldn't be the remains of a battle between great divine powers from the last era. I remember that the previous God King seemed to be the 'King of Time and Space'."

"But I can't be sure, after all..."

His voice gradually became lower and his expression became a little ugly. Zeferos was speechless for a moment.

It must be said that although he had followed the previous God-King for quite some time, in the God of West Wind's impression, the other party seemed to have rarely demonstrated his authority in the fields of [time] and [space].

So much so that when he suddenly encountered a similar force, Zephyrus was even a little uncertain.

However, although he could not be sure, even until the end of the era, the second generation God King Kronos had never demonstrated great level of time and space authority, but this was already the biggest possibility.

And only if this is true, then the situation he encountered would not seem so strange.

How terrifying is the power of time and space at the great divine level? Perhaps Heracles, as a mortal, had left inadvertently long ago, and only he, the god, was trapped here because of his power.

It made sense that the God's legacy was only for the gods...but if that was the case, what was he supposed to do?

……

"Guess what he is thinking about now?"

In this prosperous and quaint little town, everything seems to be in order.

The streets are lined with one another, and residents are constantly coming and going... The young man looked at the figure circling in the distant sky and casually asked the people around him.

The God of the West Wind... He had only seen his statue in the temple before, and had never seen him in person.

Now I have seen it, but it is a little different from the rumors.

I remember when I was still an ordinary child, I had heard that this was a god famous for his ability to hide.

According to legend, he had carried out many powerful missions, and most of them returned safely.

Even two generations of God Kings relied heavily on him. He was a very powerful god.

But legends are just legends. Looking back now, they seem a bit untrue.

"He must be panicking."

"After all, in your theater, even if he is a true god of Olympus, he cannot escape your control."

Compared to the casualness of young people, the old people are much more tense.

In his heart, Cologne cursed Olympus for being incompetent, for only sending floods to target ordinary mortals while turning a blind eye to the real threats; at the same time, his expression was solemn, like a devout priest.

After so many years, Cologne understands very well that death is not actually scary.

"Perhaps, a panicked god... Heh, but I have to keep him here for a while."

With some hesitation, the young man gently hooked his fingers, as if he had plucked an invisible string.

Although Cologne told many lies, at least one of them was true.

That is, in this theater that he has managed for a thousand years and built bit by bit with his own hands, which can be called the kingdom of God on earth, no one can escape his control.

The God of the West Wind is naturally no exception.

"Go and get ready to welcome the guests."

"Killing a lion doesn't prove anything... If that's all he wants, then there's no need to run around. Just stay here with me."

"Of course, if he can really prove his ability, I will give him a gift."

"Although this is not the city it once was, this Auroa City was built by me personally, so it still has some meaning."

Auroa, not Aurora, the former is just a substitute for the latter.

But Cologne, who left in silence, understood that even if it was a substitute, it depended on what it was replacing.

He knew what the gift the young man was talking about was. It was a gift extracted from the 'past' and also an incredible 'miracle'.

It is [false immortality], because in the past, a great being had promised it to the mortals in this city, and they indeed escaped the disaster of the seven days and seven nights of the flood. Therefore, this power has changed from virtual to real and has become real.

but……

"Immortality... If I could be immortal, how could I have come to this day..."

His eyes were gloomy, but Cologne didn't intend to do anything.

Unless there was a way for him to escape the other party's control, he knew very well that he could do nothing.

In the city's temple of Zeus, there is a one-to-one replica of the statue, and Cologne has seen it more than once.

He was a guy wearing a priest's robe, but without a shred of faith.

He also tried to make a deal with God, and the consequences... every bronze human knew it well.

Of course you can deceive the gods, and in fact there are many people who do so... as long as you never lie about your piety.

Because only with this can the gods really see everything.

(End of this chapter)