Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 514 Seeing Through
His face looked a little grim. During the flight, Zeferos gradually realized the crux of the problem.

After going through untold hardships and numerous twists and turns, he finally entered Silvermoon City.

However, when he finally had time to look for Hercules, he discovered that his locator had been in the wrong place.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and the God of West Wind was speechless for a moment.

Damn, so what exactly was he doing here.

If Hercules had never come to Silvermoon City, then was he secretly wondering at this moment why the god who guided him suddenly disappeared?
"It's really troublesome... I don't know where to find--"

"Um?!"

Feeling irritable, the gray sparrow landed on a ginkgo tree, flapping its wings randomly and knocking a leaf off the treetop.

The scattered leaves floated in the air and landed precisely on the head of a passerby.

Without paying attention to this little thing, Zeferos looked around and prepared to stand up again.

However, at the moment he jumped up, he inadvertently lowered his head, causing the body of the God of West Wind to stiffen instantly.

"?"

Paji——

He forgot that he was flying with the body of a bird rather than his own strength, and in the instant of eye contact, the aura released subconsciously by the other party made the God of West Wind unable to react.

The momentum was released and then retracted, and although it was only a momentary pause, Zeferos, who did not dare to use his own strength, still fell straight to the ground and fell in front of the person under the tree.

The scene was a little awkward for a moment, but at this moment, the God of West Wind was filled with surprise.

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

He never expected that the person he had been looking for would appear so gorgeously at his feet.

Zeferos was so overjoyed that he didn't care about anything else. The sparrow he transformed into quickly stood up and flew back to the branch.

It’s easy once you find the person. Although it’s a bit awkward when you show up, fortunately the other person can’t recognize your true face.

All you have to do next is follow him and leave together when he leaves the city.

His mind finally relaxed, and Zeferos felt that today was a double blessing.

I uncovered the human conspiracy and found the person I was looking for.

Immersed in the unexpected surprise, the God of West Wind hid himself among the leaves.

Now, he can start preparing to go back.

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"This……"

"Mr. Ander, did you see that just now?"

Located in the northern part of Silvermoon City, in the second ring area of ​​the outer city.

Under the tall ginkgo tree, the hero reached out to pick up the leaves that fell on his head.

He suppressed the urge to look up and did not speak directly.

Pretending nothing had happened, Hercules asked in his mind.

It was easy to enter Silvermoon City. The great hero who came here for the first time had never seen a city like this before.

Clothing, architecture, crystal screens playing images, and a wide variety of alchemical creations.

Everything he saw opened Hercules' eyes, and he became more and more confident that he could find what he wanted here.

He just found a temporary residence and came out for some fresh air when he encountered the scene in front of him.

On this tree, on this ordinary roadside, in such a city that is out of tune with the other countries on the continent, a god inexplicably fell down, right in front of him.

Although he flew away again immediately, Hercules was still a little confused.

Since returning, the great hero has thought about the whereabouts of the God of West Wind more than once, and even once doubted his purpose.

But he never underestimated the power of gods.

However, the scene just now was obviously a little abnormal... Fortunately, I was not the only one who saw it.

Right on his body, Hercules had someone to communicate with.

"This……"

"..."

"Wait a minute, let me think about it first."

The voice rang in his mind. At this moment, the puppet holding the transparent lens in the hero's chest pocket was also speechless.

In fact, he was also frightened by the sudden appearance of Zeferos just now.

He thought that his presence had been discovered and that the other party was ambushing him.

It was just a little bit before Ander couldn't help but take action.

"……wrong."

"...I see. I understand. Hercules, this is not an illusion. It is the effect of your spoils of war."

After thinking for a moment and coming back to his senses from his shock, the experienced god of drama soon understood what had happened.

Embracing the lens that was almost as big as his body, the puppet's stiff face showed a trace of neither laughter nor tears.

Zephyrus, the god of the west wind... He should have been in the state of changing his form just now.

His actual appearance just now should not be that of a person, but something else.

After all, the body of a true god is a form in which matter and energy coexist. Their "true form" is certainly more in line with their own will, but that is considered from the perspective of the exertion of power.

When it changes into other forms, no flaws can be seen from a purely material perspective.

If the gods further restrain their power, then ordinary means will no longer be able to detect their changes... But unfortunately, since the voyage to sea, Hercules now has "unusual" means of observation.

Since ancient times, in the world of Chaos, whether in the wilderness or in the sea, there are often many demons or monsters with their own unique powers.

Starting from the giants of ancient times, to the many sirens born by the father of all monsters, or the demons that were born later.

Their own strength may not be able to fight against the gods, but because they were born in accordance with certain special rules.

In the areas where they excel, just like Achilles' immortality obtained from the source of the River Styx, these beings possess powerful abilities that cannot be broken, just like gods wielding authority.

As long as the Sphinx cannot solve his puzzle, no one can resist the "order" he created. Even the most powerful gods cannot do anything to him unless they exceed a certain limit.

The nine-headed Hydra, whose life is endless, was only suppressed even though it was defeated by Hercules.

Of course, such monsters are extremely rare, and the birth of each of them is a miracle of fate.

The innate supernatural powers they possess are extremely rare treasures.

In the hands of a few specific gods, they are enough to be used as the main material to forge a true artifact, or greatly improve the power of a certain artifact.

This is the case with Medusa's petrifying power, which enhances the power of the Shield of Aequis.

Coincidentally, Hercules also obtained the same treasure during this trip to the East China Sea.

"Hercules, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the effect of the 'Eye of the Caucasian Condor'."

"It can see through illusions and discern the truth. With it... almost nothing can be hidden from you."

"Of course, this kind of insight has its limits, and I can't judge its strength. But at least some transformation methods probably won't work against it."

Holding the lens in his arms, Ender explained.

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"The eyes of the Caucasian Eagle... I see."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the crystal ball-like Hawkeye that the great hero had used before.

But Hercules always thought that this was a tool that could allow people to see farther, so he didn't take it seriously.

Because it is not used very often, there are inevitably some omissions.

As a result, this pupil containing the extraordinary power of the Condor only produced part of it just now. It allowed Hercules and Ander to see Zephyrus' true form, but not his changed form.

"Sir Ande, what do you think I should do?"

His eyes flickered, and he had made a decision in his heart.

But in this matter, Hercules still asked for the other party's opinion.

"If it were me, I would just pretend I didn't notice him."

"What a coincidence, you actually bump into him here."

It was a bit funny, and the puppet couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Over the years, he had also dealt indirectly with the gods of Olympus, and there had been some conflicts during their interactions.

But for someone like Zeferos, it was really hard for him to feel hostile.

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Squeak——

Inside the building provided for temporary rest for outsiders, a remote side door slowly opened.

The shadows on the ground intertwined, and in this corner where few people noticed, Amon walked out alone.

It is completely different from the world of Hermanu, anywhere.

Following those conspicuous guys into the city, there is no doubt that I should be the one with the least sense of presence.

With a smile on his face, Amon looked up at the tower in the sky, then at the hard-to-see location in the city.

There was no time to wait for the 'kind' god who had left the mark to make any movement - in fact, Amon himself didn't know where the mark of the god that he had transferred had gone.

But he came in anyway.

With the protection of fellow gods, Amon asked himself that even if the barrier covering Silvermoon City had some special abilities that he didn't know about, it should not be able to discover his differences.

Among the group of people, he was the most ordinary and least noticeable.

Then, he can...

"Tsk, it's not easy, I finally waited for you to come out."

"I remember...your name is Amon, right?"

"..."

The smile on his lips remained, but it was a little stiff.

Amon turned around and looked towards where the sound came from.

In terms of strength alone, he was indeed very weak right now. Perhaps the person who had quietly approached him was definitely not an ordinary character.

As far as the eye can see, the black-haired witch is sitting on the wall.

Her bright eyes were fixed on Amon, as if she was looking at some rare animal.

"Ma'am, have you got the wrong person?"

Putting on an innocent and sunny smile, Amon tried to get away with it.

"You're right, I found you."

"I can't help it, but you are the weakest one in your group."

Spreading her hands, Medea expressed that she was also helpless.

Having let the Olympian wind god go before, he will probably go looking for the person he has been looking for.

The witch didn't think he could cause any other trouble, so she simply didn't follow him.

Logically speaking, Medea's mission would be completed after they left.

But after thinking it over, the witch still couldn't suppress her curiosity.

"Don't be afraid. I don't plan to do anything to you. I'm just interested in your background."

"Don't worry, it's just for a moment. You won't remember that I was here. Just think of it as a nap. How about that?"

"..."

If this was not the base camp of the ancient foreign gods, even if he had almost no strength at the moment, Amon asked himself that he had a hundred ways to get rid of this woman.

But after glancing at the cathedral vaguely visible in the distance, Amon did nothing.

He just made note of what happened today for now.

A wizard from Silvermoon City, right?

There was a hint of danger in Amon's eyes, and he knew that his infiltration might not be possible.

(End of this chapter)