Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 463 Zarathustra, the Sage of Duality

"Who are you?!"

The moment he heard these words, Astarte turned around and waved without hesitation.

A short, sharp blade appeared in his hand and slashed it across Shapash's neck.

Her eyes revealed murderous intent and ferocity, leaving no doubt that she would kill people right on this holy mountain.

Even though this fierce goddess held the butcher knife to her neck, Shapash still had a faint smile on her face and was not moved at all.

With a faint glow emanating from his body, Shapash lowered his brows and looked at Astarte.

"Dear Goddess Astarte, I am the Sun Goddess Shapash?"

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

The blade in Astarte's hand moved forward a little, cutting Shapash's throat and dripping bright red blood.

"Whose are you? Enki's? Or was it Enlil who sent you?"

Hearing Astarte's words, Shapash actually showed a kind of uncontrollable smile on his face, which made Astarte very annoyed.

"How could you possibly think so? This is the most outrageous guess."

"I am indeed Shapash, the sun goddess of Canaan, but this identity is indeed an impostor."

Shapash took a step forward, and the blade in Astarte's hand pierced through her body.

With one step forward, Shapash's figure disappeared directly in front of her, and the speed was so fast that Astarte didn't even notice it.

Astarte's pupils suddenly contracted, his expression became solemn and a little flustered, and he hurriedly looked for Shapash.

This kind of situation had never happened before. Even Enki and Enlil had never been so calm in front of Astarte.

Astarte found it unbelievable that he couldn't even capture the other person's leaving figure.

Fortunately, Shapash's figure did not disappear. After she left the holy mountain, she appeared on the earth and appeared behind Eros.

Astarte's face tensed and he rushed down from the holy mountain quickly, but he was still not as fast as Shapash.

She could only watch as Shapash stretched out his hand toward Eros' back.

"This goddess, doesn't she know that you can't touch a man's back?"

Fortunately, the scene that Astarte least wanted to see did not appear.

Eros, who was struggling with how to kill Mort, turned his head very sharply and grabbed Shapash's hand naturally.

Eros used an ambiguous yet dangerous tone, narrowing his eyes as he examined the goddess in front of him.

"Perhaps I should call you Mithra? The god of the contract of fire and light?"

When he found out something was wrong, he just had to trace the source and found that nothing in Canaan could be hidden from him.

After all, Canaan is now his back garden. The strange power in Mott can be traced back to the time when it first appeared.

And the final node is the sun goddess.

Moreover, the divinity and aura she carried made Metis guess that she was Mithra.

An extremely ancient Aryan god who possessed multiple divinities, the most prominent of which was the God of Contracts.

Of course, this speculation is not entirely accurate.

Shapash was not embarrassed after his identity was revealed, but laughed softly.

"You are a bit smarter than Astarte, but Mithra's identity is just borrowed from me."

As she spoke, her divinity of the sun, fire and light was stripped away, and then Mithra's most distinctive contract also disappeared.

She took the initiative to take off this vest, revealing her hidden truth.

The divine light disappeared, the sun disappeared without a trace, and her holy and beautiful face also had an inexplicable feeling. But the strangest thing was that Eros did not feel the slightest divine aura from her.

But at the same time, there was no sense of life, as if the gray-haired goddess in front of him was not a real thing at all.

This is the first time I have experienced such a strange feeling.

Astarte, who came in a hurry, also looked at her warily, somewhat unsure of the situation.

Behind him, Mott, who had been killed and resurrected several times, did not understand the situation at all and tried to rush forward again to fight Eros.

"Fuck off!"

The bad-tempered Astarte shouted angrily, and the sharp blade flew out of his hand, showing the dazzling brilliance of the morning star, and cut Mott again.

But this cannot completely kill Mott now. It is still squirming and trying to stand up again.

"So who are you?"

The guess was wrong, but Eros didn't care. After all, everyone had multiple vests, and the other party might not know who he was.

However, compared to Eros, the other party didn't seem to care about Eros's true identity at all.

"Me? I am not worthy of your title of great God King. I am just an insignificant being."

The woman in front of him looked humble, yet there was an indescribable sense of weirdness about her.

"But you may call me Zarathustra."

"Zarathustra?"

Astarte looked puzzled, as did Metis in Eros' mind.

Both of them are knowledgeable and can tell you something about the gods that came from this sea of ​​chaos.

But they had no impression of the name the person in front of them said.

But Eros, after being stunned for a moment, looked a little surprised.

He didn’t think of anything in his first reaction, but he just remembered the book called Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

But the next moment, he realized that Zarathustra was referring to Zoroaster, the saint who founded Zoroastrianism.

It’s just that Zoroaster is the Greek pronunciation, while Zarathustra is the original pronunciation.

He was the founder of Zoroastrianism, also known as Fire Worship.

Zoroastrianism is also the main belief of the Persians in West Asia.

This is the view from a human perspective. If we look at it from a mythological perspective.
"Are you Ahura Mazda? Or Angra Mainyu?"

Eros asked with some caution, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Astarte and Metis understood.

They only had a slight impression of these two names, but still not much.

Because in their impression, the most famous and supreme person in West Asia should be the ancient Mithra.

I have only heard of these two names occasionally as rumors, but I don't take them seriously.

"Hmm? I think you misunderstood something."

The woman who called herself Zarathustra said with a gentle smile.

"I am neither a good god who lives in the bright sky, nor an evil god who lives in the dark world."

"I am only Zarathustra, a preacher, neither good nor evil."

"Let us meet again, God of unknown origin, I am Zarathustra, the Saint of Duality."

　How can one become the only God without transcending the binary of good and evil?
　　Conquering the dualism of good and evil and transcending the definition of the two sects and three periods is the standard of the one and only God.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)