Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 513 Lost
Most of the confusion was resolved, although the truth was so shocking to the God of West Wind.

The creatures created after birth raised the butcher knife against their Creator.

And not only did they do it, they even succeeded.

He was a little dazed for a moment. Having lived through two eras, Zeferos thought that he had experienced a lot.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the golden humans active on the earth, and they were so pious and kind at that time.

He had also seen the cunning and lies of the Silver Humans, but in contrast, their power was as tiny as dust.

As for the bronze humans, they are just tools used by the gods to verify their faith.

When tools begin to be used for private purposes, or even to deceive their owners, their only fate is to be recast.

Millions of years have passed, and the past is buried in history.

In this corner of the continent, the relationship between humans and gods has quietly changed.

"They will not succeed, as witnessed by all the gods in heaven and on earth."

“Even though the laws of the world have grown tired of the gods’ willfulness and have imposed their supreme power on the human world, this era still belongs to the gods.”

"Asterius, it won't be long. All the suffering you've endured over the years will eventually come back to those humans."

"Every drop of blood you shed will never be shed in vain."

Zephyrus whispered the promise, his tone heavy.

In just one or two thousand years, these humans have achieved this.

If they were allowed to gain eternal life, I'm afraid the whole of Olympus would be in turmoil.

These wizards... they are a threat to gods and men alike.

If they possess enough power one day, even the goddess of the magic network who gave them the ability to cast spells may no longer be noble in the eyes of these lunatics.

If he were the God of the Demonic Web... Zephyros had no doubt that even though he would not prohibit spellcasting for the sake of his own beliefs and interests, he would definitely impose heavy shackles on these lawless spellcasters, just like he restricted the gods in the present world.

After all, compared to them, even those Silvermoon City clergy who called the Olympian gods "false gods" seemed a lot more pleasing to the eye at this moment.

After all, no matter how conceited they were, those humans at least acknowledged the dignity and greatness of the gods, as well as their superhuman nature.

Calling them false gods or angels is just a division of levels within the gods, but I don't think I can stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

As for this point, except for the King of Gods on the sacred mountain, there are probably few gods who would care about being demoted to a status lower than that of the ancient god of creation.

"……That's good……"

On the central altar in the underground space, the God of Stars sighed as he made a solemn promise to the God of West Wind.

At this point, he can only place his hopes on others.

Across half the underground space, Zephyros asked some more details, and Astraeus answered them one by one.

Not until he had a general understanding of everything and was finally ready to leave, the God of Stars suddenly asked, as if he remembered something.

"Zeferos...it's time for you to leave, but before you do, I have a question for you."

"Now you are the main god of Olympus, but you have been walking in the outside world for many years. I wonder if you have ever heard of a human named Hermes?"

"Hermes?"

He looked slightly stunned, and when he heard the name, Zeferos couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

Of course he had heard of Hermes. Not to mention the past, he had heard of Hermes in many books he had read recently. This was a name that could not be avoided in the history of witchcraft.

"I've heard of him, a famous human... How come he's involved in your affairs?"

Hermes, another big trouble.

You know, in Silvermoon City, although the Goddess of Demon Net created the Mystery Lock, she actually prefers to stay in the starry sky.

The goddess of wilderness only likes wildness and nature. She rarely sets foot in this city, but Athens is different.

As the sanctuary of the goddess of wisdom on earth, except for the past two or three hundred years, the goddess often appeared in Athens in the early years.

Even today, the artifact that symbolizes her still hangs on the top of the city of Athens.

In this case, if the great alchemist of Athens also conducted such a bloody experiment, the possibility that Athena knew nothing about it was almost zero.

"No, he had nothing to do with it."

Shaking his head slightly, Astraeus had no idea what the God of West Wind was thinking. He just recalled the beginning of his fall to where he was today.

That day... If I had stayed in the star realm honestly, I wouldn't have ended up like this.

"Zeferos, I just have some regrets."

"I was not alive when the Plague of Typhon occurred."

“But on that day, I felt the call from the Star God.”

"One of my descendants who fell into the world and fell into eternal sleep has been awakened... but the one who awakened him did not give him freedom."

"That's why I left the astral realm."

The voice became low and gradually became inaudible.

The God of Stars did not say anything further, but based on what was said before, Zephyrus probably knew the result.

That day, Astraeus fell from the sky.

With the dignity of a god, he proudly ordered Hermes to return the star god he had awakened, and ordered him to offer a way to find the eternally sleeping star god.

If he disobeys, the God of Stars will punish him horribly.

The rude orders and the condescending attitude, everything showed the arrogance of the Titans.

Then it was obvious that all Astraeus was greeted with was ridicule and mockery from Hermes.

If Hermes had become accustomed to life in the human world hundreds of years later and had become much more stable, then he who had just arrived in the 'real world' was not so easy to talk to.

In other tracks, there were almost no gods that this famous thief god dared not to provoke, and Astraeus was obviously not among these taboos. So after being ridiculed, the angry god of stars had no choice but to return to the starry sky.

As a result, Typhon died halfway through the journey. Part of his supreme power was transferred to the God-King through the effect of the One-Day Fruit, and the other part evolved into countless demons.

Astraeus happened to collide with the ancient star that had just been born, the [Ancient Evil Star of Death], which was corrupted by the flesh and blood of the King of All Demons.

After a battle, Astraeus, fearing that he would be corrupted like the sun god, ran away out of strength.

He eventually fell from the sky and landed in a lake similar to his name.

From that day on, Astraeus stayed here and became the god of the stars who fell into the Lake of Fallen Stars.

"call……"

"Zeferos, I just came to this world once. Who would have thought that I would have to pay such a price..."

The smile was bitter, but gradually, as if he was thinking of something, hideousness and distortion returned to Astraeus's face.

Hope is just a corner, and Zeferos is also leaving.

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And I can only continue to endure this inhuman torture.

"...Zeferos...it's time for you to leave...the longer you stay, the greater the risk..."

"Go...go...

"But Zeferos, you must remember!"

"You will always, always... forever!"

"Never trust humans!"

"..."

The voice was shrill and hoarse, and the pale silver grid fluctuated along with it.

Standing on the platform at the exit of the corridor, looking at the almost insane God of Stars, Zeferos was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Whether he approved or not, he should calm Astraeus' emotions.

Whether or not humans were only lies, he had no need to argue with the God of Stars at this moment.

As for the future, let’s talk about it after Astraeus is rescued.

……

Thumping...

brush--

In the north of Silver Moon City, there is a deserted city area that no one approaches.

The light grey sparrow flapped its wings and flew low in the sky, returning along the original route and trying to repair the damage on the ground. Then the God of the West Wind flew out from this uninhabited place.

It didn't stop on the way until it saw more and more people around, and then the sparrow finally stopped by the roadside.

There was no obvious change in the magic network, and given the identities of these human custodians, if they had modified the operating status of the maze lock, it would never be so silent.

After secretly observing for a while and confirming that there were no special changes in Silvermoon City, Zeferos finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Well... although with his unparalleled stealth skills, these mortals should not be able to discover that he has sneaked into their forbidden areas, but there are always exceptions.

Just like before when I was underground, I accidentally got agitated and Astraeus revealed my whereabouts.

Therefore, if he were to be discovered by someone, the God of West Wind would have to prepare to escape.

After all, after the trip underground, Zeferos' fear of this city increased exponentially.

"Fortunately, there is no problem."

"Sure enough, these mortals alone can't find my trace."

Nodding secretly, Zeferos gave himself a full score in his heart.

Although he has never gotten such a score in an exam, it does not affect his excellent practical ability.

Continuing to fly, Zeferos flew towards the more crowded areas in the city.

This trip can be considered a complete success. The next step is to figure out how to retire successfully.

"I didn't expect that this city would hide such a crime..."

"Oh, that's right."

"Everywhere seems glorious and great on the surface...Except for me, a close minister of the Divine King, even the Queen of Heaven, how can she know what His Majesty has done?"

"The number of bones in Olympia is unknown to me and probably only God knows."

He shook his head slightly. At this moment, the right thing to do was to find Hercules as soon as possible.

Zeferos no longer wanted to stay in this city.

Maybe there are other secrets here, but they have nothing to do with me.

After he has arranged the next stage of the task for the great hero, the God of West Wind will immediately return to Mount Olympus.

By then, in the face of the power of the God King and the gods, the little secrets of mortals will be as invisible as flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

But when things got to this point, Zeferos once again discovered an embarrassing problem.

“…So…”

"Since my mark went awry, it didn't remain on Hercules, but appeared on some unlucky sacrifice."

"Then here's the problem."

"Since he is not here, where is the real Hercules? Or, has he really been to Silvermoon City?"

(End of this chapter)