Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 461: Aboveboard
In Chaos' world, gods' concept of time has always been loose.

A day or a month, several months or a year, makes no difference to them.

Unless something major happens, almost all gods seem very casual except for fulfilling their duties.

Even for a "job" like a priesthood, only people like Apollo who use divine tools to exercise authority need to do it personally.

Otherwise, for the true God who holds authority, they have ten thousand ways to solve the problem.

Of course, where there is a norm, there are naturally exceptions.

For example, the most loyal subordinate of the King of Gods, the God of West Wind who runs between the human world and the sacred mountain, is like this.

After witnessing the suppression of the Hydra, Zephyrus hurried back to the sacred mountain before he could give further instructions to Hercules.

Now that the trouble caused by Achilles has just ended, he has no free time to enjoy the long-awaited banquet, and he rushes to the human world again.

What happened on Olympus was just a temporary accident, and Hercules was the problem he needed to focus on.

In particular, the God King also told him that he had arranged a companion for the mortal hero.

Although he didn't know who that person was, Zephyrus naturally didn't dare to neglect him since he could get Zeus to speak.

After all, as the number one subordinate who thinks what the King of Gods thinks and worries about what the King of Gods worries about, the God of West Wind never dares to neglect Zeus' instructions.

"Then the question is, let's not talk about where the companion is now. The most important thing is... where did Hercules go?"

With a helpless look on his face, an invisible air current hovered in the sky above a swamp, and then transformed into a human form.

Zeferos's eyes darted back and forth, but he found nothing.

This was the place where Hydra was defeated before, and even the wind that roamed in all directions brought him a positive answer.

Beneath this swamp, Hydra is being suppressed by the dismemberment.

Its poisonous blood continuously gushed out and seeped into the earth.

If poisonous swamps appear elsewhere in the world in the future, perhaps it is the blood of the Hydra that has surfaced due to the movement of the earth.

All this was done very well, and even Zephyrus himself could not have done better in the world.

However, to his annoyance, the hero who had accomplished all this was once again missing.

"...Can't find him again...Although it was my fault that I didn't come to find him in time, didn't he know to wait there for a while?"

"Without God's guidance, how are you going to proceed with your trial?"

The God of the West Wind never expected that he could lose people not only in the jungles of the north, but also in the wilderness swamps of the south.

Logically speaking, this was all a matter of Zeus assigning him tasks midway.

But it is obvious that the King of Gods is not wrong, and Zeferos cannot use this as an excuse to shirk responsibility.

So after complaining in his heart for a while, Zeferos calmed down.

It's just looking for someone, no big deal, and this isn't the first time.

And having learned from the last lesson, he had a backup plan this time.

Smiling slightly, the God of West Wind felt somewhat proud when he thought of this.

Unlike some gods, he would never make the same mistake twice.

This is already a very excellent quality in the eternal God.

With a slight sense, it didn't take long for Zeferos to connect with the mark he had left in advance.

The location on the east side seems to be close to the sea.

"In... this direction."

"But it looks like he's not moving anymore. Has he entered a city?"

After making a judgment, without hesitation, the God of West Wind immediately turned and headed in the direction of his sensing.

There is no city in the whole world that he cannot visit.

It would be a bit troublesome in Athens, but as long as he didn't cause any trouble, his trace probably wouldn't be discovered with just an unmanned artifact.

It would be better for him to find the other party quickly and arrange the tasks... Then he could take this opportunity to have a good rest for a while.

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call--

Over the mountains and across the rivers.

Invisible air currents flowed among the clouds, and ant-like creatures wandered on the ground.

After an unknown amount of distance, at a certain moment, Zeferos finally sensed that his mark was very close.

If nothing unexpected happens, Hercules should be right in front. After all, no one can silently touch the mark left by another god without being discovered.

"but……"

"But no one told me how he dared to get in here?!"

From invisible to visible, Zeferos suddenly appeared on the treetop and directly startled a flock of flying birds.

Flapping their wings desperately, the birds fled from the nearby trees in panic, but at this moment, the God of the West Wind had no time to pay attention to these things.

Standing on the tree and looking into the distance, as if having just passed through an invisible barrier, in Zeferos, a huge black shadow was standing at the end of the sight.

Floating in the air, twelve tall towers rotate clockwise.

A magnificent complex of buildings built on the earth.

There is no outermost city wall, only a main road and a gateway running through the central axis.

Zephyrus knew why this happened, because these blasphemous sinners considered themselves to be the chosen ones of God and believers protected by the "Lord".

They believe that "most cities are defenseless" and that a truly powerful country does not need to use city walls to defend against enemy attacks.

If a kingdom is under siege, it only proves that it is doomed to destruction due to its weakness.

And in this world, no kingdom is more powerful than them.

"Silvermoon City is exactly like that Achilles..."

Murmuring softly, in front of the God of West Wind, the huge city only revealed the tip of the iceberg.

Just as before he passed through a certain barrier, Zeferos had no sight of the city at all. Standing outside the city, he could not see the specific scene inside the city.

According to unreliable rumors, this is an ability that a certain goddess seems to have purposely bestowed upon the mysterious locks that shroud the city.

Because she heard that Helios, who was then the master of the golden chariot of the sun, had a hobby. Whenever he drove his chariot to patrol the earth, he always liked to observe the secrets of various places.

But this has nothing to do with Zephyrus, it's just some visual trick.

What really troubled him was what to do next.

According to the location of the mark, Hercules is actually in this city.

However, Zephyr was certain that the gods of Olympus were not welcome in this city.

Moreover, even without considering these, the mystery lock covering the plain alone made Zephyros feel helpless.

The King of Gods once told him personally that under the great divine power, no god had the confidence to defeat the God of the Demon Net in the world.

So in the final analysis, if he wanted to get into the city, he only had one choice.

"【Bronze Gate】..."

Looking into the distance, inside the city, the vision of the God of West Wind was blurry.

However, there was also the only clear thing, a tall arch made entirely of bronze.

[Bronze Gate], Zeferos had heard of this name, not only because many spellcasters who had once gone to Silvermoon City to study spread the word after they left, but also because of the meaning this gate represented.

After all, the outermost portal that runs through the central axis of Silvermoon City was named this way to commemorate the truth of history.

They wrote the history of the Bronze Age on it, recording the merits and sins of every god and man.

Prometheus, the fire thief, the treacherous priests, the cold-blooded king of gods...even Zephyrus himself is depicted in the mural on the bronze doorpost.

That is real history, although it is only the truth in the eyes of humans.

It describes the meanness of God, as well as the greed and stupidity of man.

But even so, the God of West Wind still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hercules... I hope he doesn't believe these wild words."

"If there is really no other way, I will have to tell him that he is actually the son of the noble God King and is different from those mortals."

After hesitating for a while, Zeferos was a little undecided.

Without the ability to break in directly, he could only choose to enter Silvermoon City through the proper portal and then quickly rescue Hercules.

"Next time, wait for the next time, I will definitely remind him not to go into certain places recklessly... But then again, there won't be a next time."

"After all, apart from Silver Moon City, only the realm of the Primordial God can stop me."

Shaking his head slightly, Zeferos felt that he was probably overthinking it.

He then vanished again, invisible gas hovering in the sky, and turned into a bird standing on the treetop.

As an official portal, the [Bronze Gate] is open to outsiders.

However, this door, which serves as both a portal and a hub connecting the mystery lock, will automatically identify the identity of the visitor.

It would recognize those who were too powerful and warn the city in advance.

However, Zeferos was not too worried about this.

According to the common experience among the gods, as long as he changes his form and then restrains his divine power, no one will be able to discover his identity.

The Queen of Heaven was once deceived by the cuckoo transformed by Zeus, let alone this place is just a dead object.

“Chirp—”

After calling twice, the God of the West Wind prepared to spread his wings and fly high.

But at this moment, the bird he transformed into suddenly turned its head away.

Not far behind him, there was another pitch-black bird staring at him intently.

"..."

"Tsk."

"What a courageous bird."

After observing for a while, Zeferos did not notice anything unusual.

After all, there are quite a few birds here. When I just arrived, I scared away a flock of birds.

But this bird was really brave. Even when the god of the west wind looked at it, its gaze made Zephyrus feel like he was being mocked.

Being despised by a bird? But what would it despise? It can't be the level of change itself, right?

That's impossible, not to mention that it's just a bird.

Just to mention that the God of West Wind himself is capable of hiding his form, it is well known that he is very powerful.

wow——

boom!
The wings fluttered lightly, and there was no time to compete with a bird.

The God of West Wind simply sent out a stream of air that seemed gentle but was actually powerful.

But after a moment, the black unknown bird turned into a pile of bird feathers.

Its eyeballs were ground into dust and it could no longer stare at itself.

"very good."

Shaking his head, Zeferos felt very satisfied watching this scene.

But now that this stupid bird has been killed, it's time for him to set off.

If he stayed any longer, who knew who Hercules would meet inside.

Thinking of this, the God of West Wind leaped lightly and headed straight towards the bronze arch in the distance.

The treetops swayed slightly as a result, but soon the place returned to its former tranquility.

(End of this chapter)