[Greek Mythology] The weakest goddess will never be a slave!

Under the compensation of the life scepter, Heber's injuries were gradually alleviated, the figure of the goddess emitted a raven golden divine light, and the half-body Pagos separated from her body.

The black-haired god opened his eyes and quickly lifted up the main body who was sitting on the ground, and there was pity in his dark golden eyes.

"My lord, in order to deal with this god of growth, the projection of the time godhead that was finally condensed was shattered like this, which is really a pity..."

Heber wiped the divine blood at the corner of his mouth, time was not her main domain, "This godhead projection is only forcibly condensed by a few priesthoods, as a disposable item, it is gone, the origin of time is still in the hands of my grandmother, although this goddess has not appeared much now, but it is undeniable that she is powerful, encroaching on the power of time will only make enemies for myself, and I don't want to offend her." "

Vainly trying to infiltrate the origin of a god will undoubtedly attract the pursuit and killing of the other party, not to mention that the other party is still the mother of the noble god king, the previous god queen.

Patgos nodded and said nothing more.

"Pagoth, the resurrection godhead is not suitable to appear in the sight of the gods now, you take it back to the underworld and find a safe place to seal it."

Heber summoned the Resurrection Godhead, the golden-blue glowing Godhead was extraordinarily magnificent, and three golden seeds were glued to the bottom of the Godhead, which was born with the birth of the Godhead and the gift of the laws of the world.

This kind of seed is peculiar, and it needs to be irrigated and cultivated with dead qi, catalyzing a ray of life in the ultimate power of death, and growing a golden divine grass - resurrection grass.

As the name suggests, this sacred grass has the effect of reviving the dead.

"Yes."

The divine power of the eclipse covered the golden-blue godhead, sealing its breath and blocking all gaze visits, and Pagos took the resurrection godhead into his body.

"Earlier, at the banquet of the gods, Prometheus told me that he was going to create human women in the near future, and when this was done, human reproduction would be re-established. At that time, you can propose to Hades to create reincarnation at the right time, and if you have the opportunity, it is best to contact the true master of the underworld. "

Heber's eyes flashed with essence, Hades, the lord of all guests, seems to have sovereignty in his hands, but in fact, he is also walking on thin ice, just the three primordial gods in the underworld who have existed since the creation of the world, Hades is destined to have absolute right to speak.

There are also the gods of the underworld under him, and most of them are the heirs of the night goddess Nix.

A large part of the reason why Hades was able to come to power was that these primordial gods did not value power.

But if there is really any major event, it is this group of ancestors who nod and make decisions, and if they can get their support, they may be able to act much more conveniently in the future.

The primordial gods are in the same breath as the world, their starting point is too high, and the disputes between the gods are simply inconspicuous small troubles for them, and what can really attract their attention is undoubtedly only world-class events, such as the Phaethon incident.

The birth of Patgos brought the underworld and the birth of the moon, and the underworld now has faint signs of a breakthrough, if a complete reincarnation system can be created, then whether for the underworld or the earth, it is undoubtedly a major improvement, and will definitely bring promotion to the world.

Each generation of the rulers of Mount Kamiyama is accompanied by a catastrophe that can destroy the world, and when the war subsides, most of the dependents created by the gods of the previous generation have died in the fires of war, and their souls have sunk into the underworld.

Just to say that the golden terrans who have received the blessing of the gods and are now sleeping in the Elysee, and the new humans who died under the heavenly fire event not long ago, their souls were not created out of thin air.

To create them, they need to trigger the law and consume the world's Yuan Force, and the human soul after death will either sleep in the Elysée forever or settle down in the underworld, and this batch of Yuan Force cannot return to the world, so how can the new human soul come? Naturally, it continues to spend the world's yuan power to create new ones.

As a result, a vicious circle has been trapped, the underworld is becoming more and more crowded, and the world's yuan power is constantly being consumed.

If reincarnation is established in the underworld as in the Eastern mythology of the previous life, these souls can be reused, which not only solves the problem of the tension of the underworld, but also prevents the world's yuan power from continuing to be depleted.

In fact, the laws of the underworld have long been foreshadowed, when the goddess of memory, Moonesusine, gave birth to the nine muses of literature and art under the lure of Zeus, and this goddess came to settle in the underworld alone in grief and indignation.

The two springs in her hand are memory springs and Teller springs, respectively, with the great power of eternal memory and forgotten memory, and using Teller Spring to wash away the memories of dead souls can make them turn back into pure and clean spirits.

But this worldly revelation does not seem to have been noticed by the gods, whose attention is always in some other strange place.

"Chris has completely perished, the only thin dead qi left here will soon dissipate, in order not to attract the attention of the gods, you cover it with the power of death, creating the illusion of slowly dissipating."

"Yes!" Pacgoth replied in a low voice.

Herb raised his hand to eliminate the remaining life divine power in the canyon, and the ugin winged Pagos flapped his wings and flew in the canyon, and the strong dead qi covered the canyon again.

Without Kriss's constant slaughter of living beings, the dead air here will gradually dissipate in a few months, and the Sphytor Canyon will return to its lush and vibrant appearance thousands of years ago.

"Let's go, the movement just now is a little big, I don't know if the gods noticed, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

Herb got up, picked up the artifact Wheat Point Golden Staff left by Chris, and the bodies of the two gods turned into photons and dissipated in the air.

......

In the Olympus.

Dark clouds shrouded the sacred mountain like thick ink, the eternally shining divine light has dimmed to the point of almost invisible, above the sacred mountain, the evergreen trees and leaves are withered and decayed, the flowers and green grass have also lowered their heads and withered, and the white jade-like stone pillars have shattered and collapsed, and the eyes are a sore, exuding a desolate and decaying atmosphere.

"Olympus? How did my Olympus become like this? Zeus

, the controller of thunder, was hovering in the ruins, and the sight in front of him made him terrified.

"Hera? Apollo? Hermes? Where are you? The

king of the gods called out to his queens and heirs, but he could not get the slightest response, he walked forward, but suddenly his steps stumbled uncontrollably, and a deep sense of weakness and powerlessness surged up.

"What's going on?"

Zeus looked at his hands, which were coiled with green tendons, and his rough pale skin crawled with brown spots.

A flash of thunder flashed, illuminating his snow-white dry hair and old face.

For the first time, the king of the gods, the master of thunder and lightning, felt so terrified.

This should not be, he is a god, but also an immortal god king, how can he feel powerless? How could he be old!

"Zeus..."

someone called to him, his voice old, hoarse, like a worn-out accordion.

"Who is it?"

He turned around, and behind him stood an old woman, her loose-skinned, drooping body loosely hung in a long, rich-looking red dress, and the abruptness and contradiction between the two made Zeus subconsciously frown.

But suddenly, he noticed the pair of purple eyes on the old woman's old face, even though the years passed, they looked a little cloudy, but they still shone with the most beautiful brilliance.

"Hera!? No, Hera, how did you become like this? Who hurt you!

Zeus's heart was furious, thunder flashed in his eyes, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to feel some kind of calling, and began to rumble with thunderbolts.

"Don't waste your strength, Zeus, we are all the same, this is the doomed end, this is..." The old Hera looked at the devastated sacred mountain, her voice full of sadness, "Ragnarok.

With that, she turned around and left.

"Ragnarok? Here's why... Why do the gods usher in dusk? Tell me, Hera, tell me! Zeus hurried forward and grabbed Hera's arm, trying to ask for clarification.

"Yes... It's a human..." The

thunder sounded again, Hera turned her head, her face suddenly changed, became young, became beautiful, black hair like waves, a pair of eyes like water full of endless wisdom and contemplation, with a peaceful breath like the sea.

Metis!

Zeus woke up suddenly.

"Nope!!"

On Mount Olympus, the sudden anger of the god king caused thunder to rumble, flashes of electricity, and the square where the banquet was held was silent, and the gods of indulgence looked at the king of the gods above the throne in horror, not understanding where his anger came from.

The muses stopped singing, the goddesses stopped dancing, and the gods looked flustered, wondering who had provoked Zeus to bring down thunder.

"What's wrong with you, Zeus?" Hera looked puzzled and turned her head to look at Zeus, her purple eyes shining with concern, asking him.

Zeus

did not answer Hera, he looked around, carefully looking at his Mount Olympus.

The gods are shining, the grass is evergreen, the scene of the gods rejoicing, and the still beautiful and noble face of the wife beside him.

With a loose heart, he suppressed his thoughts, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "It's okay, I just remembered something, let's continue." "

As soon as the god king raised his hand, the harp in the square played the music by itself, and a refreshing aroma of wine and meat spread out from the horn of abundance, wine and food spewed out, and the gods gradually showed their psychedelia, and soon forgot the episode just now.

Zeus sat silently on the throne, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow on his face, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

The gods do not dream for no reason, unless they are revelated from the world, the dream scene is very likely to turn into reality, his rule will fall in the future, and even more seriously, the gods will lose their divine power and usher in the end.

Metis... What did the first god who had been swallowed by herself and had been providing wisdom for herself for a long time, what did she want to tell herself?

Ragnarok....

Room?

...... Mankind?

Zeus propped his cheeks and looked deep in his eyes.

"His Highness Prometheus."

The tall and toned goddess with bright eyes approached the thin male goddess with a wine glass, with a decent smile on her face.

"Good day, Your Highness Athena."

Prometheus turned around, his clear face was as kind and harmless as ever, his expression was gentle, and his speech was measured, always giving people a feeling like a spring breeze.

But Athena will not be deceived by his appearance, and this wise god should not be underestimated.

As a prophet and god of wisdom, Prometheus has always been one step ahead of others since his birth and made the most favorable choice, which has made this god stand among the gods since the time of the Titans.

Athena has some sympathy for Prometheus, inheriting the wisdom of the mother god, she is thoughtful, to put it bluntly, most of the gods in her eyes can only be described as arrogant and stupid, in terms of wisdom and strategy, Athena feels that the current mountain above the sacred mountain, Prometheus can enter her eyes.

"I heard that His Highness intends to create human females in the near future?" Athena smiled slightly, full of intellectual beauty.

“...... His Highness's news is really well-informed, yes, the new humans on earth have settled down, and with the protection of the goddess Hestia, it is time for them to multiply on their own. At

the mention of the new human, his own proud work, Prometheus' expression became milder.

"Then I wonder if His Highness can make me your assistant this time?" A flash of essence flashed in Athena's eyes.

The benefits of creating new humans are undoubtedly enormous, and the unique position as a creator brings glory to Herb and Prometheus is obvious, and this time Athena does not want to miss it again, so she took the initiative to fight with Prometheus.

"This... I have made an agreement with His Highness Herb to work together again to create a newborn human woman. Prometheus had a slightly apologetic look on his face.

Athena's hand holding the wine glass squeezed slightly, but soon relaxed, the smile on her face still decent, "It's a pity, it seems that I came one step late."

Prometheus glanced at the goddess in front of him, thought for a moment, and then spoke: "Perhaps, His Highness can create a new human woman with His Highness Heber?" I believe that with the cooperation of the two highnesses, the newborn women will definitely be more perfect.

"This..." Athena, who had already planned to give up, did not expect Prometheus to say this, "It's just, I'm not familiar

with the law of the soul..." "Your Highness doesn't have to worry, wisdom and soul are interdependent, and I have not inherited the soul godhead of the Father God, when the time comes, I will teach His Highness to understand the law of soul, and with His Highness's intelligence, give a newborn female soul, it's just a trifle."

Prometheus said slowly, giving up the right to create human women in a laughing manner, as if he had just dropped a pearl casually.

Athena's face full of intellectual beauty revealed surprise, and she smiled gratefully at Prometheus: "Your Highness's help to me, I will remember in my heart, in the name of the goddess of bright eyes, I will repay Your Highness in the future for this kindness."

"Then I will thank Your Highness here in advance."

The wise prophet God raised the wine glass in his hand and touched the goddess in front of him, indicating that he was happy to cooperate.

Having achieved her goal, Athena also sensibly stopped disturbing Prometheus, raised the wine glass in her hand and went to her friend Al, who seemed to be in a bad mood lately.

Prometheus looked at Athena's departing back, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he did not feel pity for transferring the right of faith given to souls and even human women to Athena.

This goddess is a rare wise god on the sacred mountain, born from the body of the father god, without the protection of the mother god, with her own ability to gain a foothold on the sacred mountain, sit on the main god throne, and befriend the future light gods.

Apollo had already gained the authority of the sun, and this sun god and his grandmother, the goddess of ancient light and prophecy and the ruler of the crescent moon, Phoebe, would surely help Artemis to seize the authority of the moon.

If successful, Artemis is also very likely to win the throne, and Athena's early investment is undoubtedly very far-sighted.

With such a Lord God becoming the creator and patron of the new human woman, he felt that the deal was worth it.