Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Swish——

Flying a long distance in one breath, Zeferos did not forget to look back.

It was a bit surprising that the woman did not catch up until she was out of sight.

This human who had no sense of distance just made a "knocking" gesture towards him, and then let him go.

For a moment, Zeferos was a little uncomfortable.

What was going on? Did his threat work?

Maybe it was. After all, in the eyes of the humans here, those clergy who swore to be fair before the gods were still very intimidating.

But that being said, Zeferos knew very well that he would not really seek help from those judges like the locals here.

Just kidding, although mortals have many misunderstandings about them, most of the Olympian gods who know about them pretend to be ignorant.

But the God of the West Wind has lived long enough, how could he not know what this place is.

Here, for Zeferos, the clergy are actually the things that make him most afraid.

"Well... but then again."

"I found a chance to get out, but where should I go..."

After landing in a random building, Zephyros finally gained the right to move freely in the city. For a moment, he was a little confused.

If he came here to find Hercules at the beginning, then even he was a little unclear about what he wanted to do now.

Seriously speaking, life here is actually not bad... He shook his head, and as soon as the thought came up, Zephyros quickly drove away the idea.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

Having lived for so long, how could he not remember what this world is like.

In the entire Chaos, he is one of the few gods who has seen all the great ones.

Even the mysterious Mother of Night, Zephyros has peeked in secret.

The more he sees, the more he knows how insignificant he is.

This trip is still carrying the order of the God King, so how can he stop here?

"Huh..."

With a slight sigh, the gray-feathered sparrow showed a somewhat serious expression on his face.

"...Hercules, we have been apart for too long."

"Although I don't know what you are doing here, it's time for you to come back."

"Let me see where you are now... and then guide you back to the right path."

After confirming that no one was following him again, Zephyros concentrated on sensing.

Through the marks he had left behind, the God of West Wind calculated his position.

However, perhaps because the maze of Silver Moon City rose and fell like the tide with the sky, after sensing for a long time, Zephyros always felt that this direction was a little wrong.

"This location... how did he get there?"

With a confused look on his face, Zephyros, who had no chance to move freely before, naturally didn't know much about this city.

But even if it was just a few words from his daily life, the God of West Wind roughly drew a sketch in his mind.

In addition to some key landmarks, the range of activities of most natives and outsiders was remembered by him. After all, this was one of the best ways for him to leave Silver Moon City later.

Even if they were accidentally discovered, the humans here would have to consider whether they would anger a god in the most crowded place.

But at this moment, sensing the location of the mark, Zeferos found it difficult to understand.

From the direction, it was not a place where most people moved, and there was nothing special.

It was just an unfinished urban area, which was said to have a history of hundreds of years.

According to the records of the humans here, before they decided to go to the outside world to open up settlements, they had thought about expanding on the basis of Silver Moon City itself.

However, due to various factors, this expansion was eventually abolished, and the unfinished urban grass site was also abandoned there.

If there is anything, it is probably only a temple that has been abandoned for a long time.

Of course, since it has never been used from beginning to end, it may not be abandoned.

"... That kind of place... What is he going to do?"

The God of the West Wind certainly didn't know the answer, but since it was not a forbidden area, he decided to go and take a look.

For the locals, it was a deserted place that was not allowed to enter.

But for him, as long as he didn't cause any trouble, it didn't matter where he went.

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Flutter...

Controlling the altitude of the flight, he flew all the way to the north.

Carefully avoiding the large and small alchemical equipment, Zephyros's speed was not fast.

As an outsider with no status, the place where he stayed before was not in the core area.

So the God of West Wind didn't encounter any trouble while flying all the way.

The sun moved slowly in the sky, and the shadows on the ground rotated with it.

Following the guidance of the mark, Zephyros walked through the buildings.

Crossing a river in the city, the gray sparrow flew into the abandoned city area.

It seemed that no one had been here for a long time, and a thin layer of dust could be seen on the ground.

However, the further he went in, the more hesitant the God of West Wind looked.

Because there was no official construction at all, most of the buildings here had never been built. Only the temple that was originally located stood out in the center, which could be seen at a glance.

In Zephyros's perception, the direction indicated by his mark seemed to be exactly there... But as he got closer to there, this guidance began to gradually tilt downward.

Just like a compass, when it is far away, it often only indicates the east, south, west and north.

Until you are really close to there, you can use it to distinguish the height of the horizontal position.

The mark of the god of the west wind is like this, and the location it finally points to is actually below the abandoned temple.

"..."

"What does this mean, an abandoned temple... Could it be that there are actually some secrets of Silver Moon City hidden here, and Hercules discovered it, and was imprisoned by the humans here..."

Fluttering...

His eyes are solemn, and vaguely, at this moment, the invisible wind surrounds Zephyros' body, telling him the situation inside the temple.

However, there is nothing there, and under the tall and solemn appearance is just an empty shell.

There are no statues, no clergy, and no expected guards and secret passages.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary building that has never been used.

After circling in the air for two weeks, Zephyros hesitated.

If it wasn't for Hercules, he wouldn't want to explore any secrets.

But this son of the God King carries some of Zeus's ideas, so as a god of Olympus, the God of West Wind must take him out of the city safely no matter what.

Whoosh--

Flying into the temple, Zephyros observed carefully.

But in his perception, this place was so ordinary.

The floor was solid, and there was no interlayer in the surrounding walls... His eyes were sharp, following the induction of the mark, the gray sparrow's wings became as hard as divine iron, and then slashed down fiercely.

The next moment, the seemingly problem-free ground was torn on the spot.

And just below, a dark cave was revealed.

Wow--

The divine light flashed, and it had arrived here, and Zephyros no longer concealed it.

The appearance of the sparrow began to distort and deform, and after a few breaths, a figure appeared in the empty hall of the temple.

Restored to his original appearance, the God of West Wind jumped and jumped into the cave.

"Huh..."

"Is the ground here human technology?"

"Just like the transformation of gods, even if I am close, I can't tell the truth from the false."

"But it doesn't matter... They put this place in such a remote place, and didn't even set up any warning devices... What exactly are they going to do..."

"And Hercules..."

Bang--

After falling for a long time, Zeferos' feet stepped on the ground again.

There was no obstacle during the whole process, which is reasonable.

The more ordinary things are, the more hidden they are.

If there is really a trap containing power underground, Zeferos can detect it.

But the real arrangement here seems not to be for defense, but for concealment.

If it weren't for the mark left by himself as a guide, I'm afraid no one would find out what's wrong below.

Ta-ta--

Swish--

It was dark all around, but it didn't affect the sight of the God of West Wind.

Looking at the surrounding environment, at this moment, Zeferos found himself in a long stone corridor.

The place where he fell was the starting point, and the end was still unknown.

He took a step forward, and then, as if he had received some kind of induction, a series of candles beside the corridor lit up one after another.

The bronze lamps were engraved with patterns, and the light golden grease turned into burning fuel.

The smell of burning in the air was not only not as fishy as ordinary animal fats, but had a faint fragrance.

He strode forward and Zephyros moved forward along the corridor.

Although he himself did not expect to find such a thing, since he had come, there was no possibility of retreating.

Tat tat...

Starting from breaking the ground above, the invisible airflow was covering up all the ways for sound to spread.

No matter what was inside, for them, it was impossible to hear Zephyros coming in.

Turning himself into an invisible airflow again, the god of the west wind once again used his specialty.

That is, many of his deeds were unknown to people... Otherwise, Zephyros felt that sooner or later he would become Chaos's god in charge of hiding.

"The mark probably points to this place."

"Hercules... what are you doing here--"

"-- What is this?"

"How is it possible?!!"

I don't know how long they have been going forward. At a certain moment, the invisible airflow bypasses a bend.

This seems to be the end of the tunnel. When turning this bend, Zephyros's vision instantly widens.

A huge underground space is enough to accommodate half of the city of the outside world, and the exit of the tunnel is just in the middle of the air.

There is such a space under the abandoned temple, which is shocking enough.

However, the God of West Wind had expected this, and even if he was surprised, he would not have such a big reaction.

"This..."

A thousand-man pit, or a mass grave?

Zephyros didn't know.

In this huge space, countless bones were piled up below, divided into blocks divided by soil.

The thick bone powder settled below, adding a bit of coldness to this place.

What really made the God of West Wind unable to control his emotions was the location of his mark.

In the pit of countless bones, the owner it was attached to seemed to be one of them... For a moment, Zephyros thought Hercules was dead.

But the anger was only a moment, and he reacted instantly.

That was not Hercules. There was no trace of the blood of the God King on the skeleton. There was something wrong with his mark...

Buzz——

"Who!"

It seemed that the emotional turmoil just now caused the breath to leak out, and Zephyros realized that there was someone else here.

He looked up suddenly and looked towards the center of this space.

The candlelight was like day, and the bones were like a pile...

In the center of this space, a familiar and unfamiliar figure was reflected in Zephyros' eyes.

The scarlet pipe ran through him, like a piece of fish on the chopping board.

And the movement just now came from there.

"Asterius..."

"How could it be you..."

Mumbling to himself, Zephyros was speechless for a while.

Familiarity, it couldn't be more normal.

Because in terms of bloodline, he was the beginning of the bloodline of the God of West Wind.

But strangeness... is the same.

After all, how many gods of Chaos care about the relationship between father and son?