Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

Chapter 169 Temptation

"It's another wonderful year."

As the sun set in the west, people gradually returned home. Orson and Momon walked out of the temple dedicated to the God King Zeus.

It was heard that the God King was about to marry the Queen of Heaven, so the bronze humans prepared more generous sacrifices. Similarly, the gods also gave more rewards for Zeus's sake.

But just like every time in the past, the two priests easily deceived the God King's remaining divinity here, and then kept the sacrifice.

After closing the heavy door of the temple, the afterglow of the sunset shone on the earth, making the temple in front of the two more brilliant and solemn. But they didn't even look at it, but turned and walked towards their own house, and discussed tomorrow's "work" by the way.

"As usual, we each take a little bit, and then find a random reason to give back the rest."

"Speaking of which, it's quite interesting to see how grateful others are. It's just that recently everyone seems to have gotten used to us giving away supplies on behalf of the gods, and everyone's reactions have become much calmer."

Walking on the road, Orson said casually. He didn't have the idea of ​​taking more tributes, not because he was virtuous, but because it was unnecessary.

Without women, there would be no families for humans now. Although there is private property, there is no concept of inheritance.

Even business is still limited to the primitive state of barter. After all, there is an absolutely honest and upright creator above, and everyone doesn't need too many private property. If they really encounter difficulties, they will naturally be solved, and there is no need to store or accumulate anything.

So the two priests actually have nothing to embezzle except leaving some high-quality food for themselves to satisfy their desires.

"Okay, then the old rules."

"But speaking of it, I feel that the gods on Mount Olympus have paid less and less attention to us recently."

Acknowledging it casually, Momon said casually.

He said this for a reason. After all, as a priest, Momon could feel the gaze of the gods every time he offered sacrifices. But recently, he found that the gods would occasionally miss it, or just glance at it and end it.

"This is normal. After all, gods will be impatient, and it's not the wedding banquet of the king of gods recently, so he probably has no interest in paying attention to us."

"If I were a god, I wouldn't want to watch 'ants' offering sacrifices to me all day long. It's okay to watch this kind of thing occasionally, but it's not interesting to watch it too much."

Although he called himself an 'ant', Orson smiled happily, and there was not much respect in his words. If ordinary bronze humans still believe in gods, then for these priests, they have been taking gods less and less seriously in recent years.

They even had a vague sense of superiority. After all, compared with other humans who know nothing, they are so close to the truth.

"Unfortunately, as humans, we don't have as strong power as gods. This should be the only difference between gods and humans."

Shaking his head, Orson was a little envious of this.

Flying in the sky and controlling nature, he also wanted to experience it, but it was a pity that it was exclusive to gods.

"What about death?"

Momon had a different opinion:

"The Creator once said that in addition to strength, there is another difference between mortals and gods, that is, mortals will grow old and die, although I don't know what aging is yet."

Momon had seen death, of course, but it was the death of wild beasts. Obviously, few humans in this era can empathize with food.

"Who knows? The Creator also said that the golden humans believed in the gods devoutly, so they ascended to heaven after death; the silver humans arrogantly despised the gods, so their existence was erased. But I think, no matter how pious the golden humans are, they probably won't be as 'pious' as me."

Pouting his lips, Orson said disdainfully:

"My degree of 'piety' is as pious as I want to be."

"According to this logic, not only can I ascend to heaven, I'm afraid that the sun and the moon will have to give me one."

"Hahaha, it's really funny~"

"Who!"

"Who!"

Their faces suddenly changed. Although they were so arrogant, Orson and Momon knew how terrible the gods were.

Not to mention anything else, their creator Prometheus claimed that he was mediocre among the gods, but he still possessed power that bronze humans could not reach. According to what the other party said, that was when he didn't use his divine power.

If the gods knew what they did, they didn't know what would happen to humans and the Creator, but they would definitely not have a good ending.

However, the two of them watched nervously for a long time, but no figure appeared.

"What was it just now?"

The two looked at each other.

One person could have heard it wrong, but how could two people? But since they have not been punished yet, it is very likely that the one who passed by just now was not a god.

According to the Creator, right next to humans, opposite the material world, there is a world where "spiritual" life lives. Most of the life there is not intelligent, but a few can communicate.

And most importantly, those who are intelligent don't seem to be very friendly to the gods.

"Let's go."

Mo Meng shouted softly, and the two of them walked towards their respective houses, no longer daring to talk casually.

No matter what life was around them before, they were scared out of their wits. At this moment, they just wanted to return to their rooms quickly and warm themselves with the fire.

The flames that contained a protective meaning could give them a sense of security.

The two hurried away, but what they didn't know was that at the place where they were standing, two goddesses who were hiding their bodies were watching their every move.

Originally, they came to see the so-called "wisdom" of humans, but now they have seen it, but it feels a bit ridiculous.

"Selene, why don't you punish them quickly? These two guys just wanted to steal your moon~"

Wearing a familiar red dress, Hecate smiled mischievously. She stretched out her finger and poked the moon goddess' cheek.

"Aren't you afraid? Anyway, I'm about to die of laughter~"

"Isn't it your moon now--"

Selene puffed her lips and knocked Hecate's hand away, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Beside her, Hecate knew why the other party was unhappy. Under the guidance of the stone slab, she built a high tower on the moon as a place for the two to live in daily life. It is also different from the palace of the gods, and can also conduct some witchcraft research. Selene actually likes it, but the problem is that there are other people there now.

Although the Moon Goddess does not discriminate against Centaurs, she does not like them very much. Or rather, in her little world, she does not like any existence that is not very familiar to her.

"Alas, if I had not to teach that stupid guy, I would not have brought him up. Wait a little longer, and let him teach witchcraft after I have finished what I should teach."

"According to the slate, when witchcraft is integrated into humans, I can also gain 'faith' from it, but I feel that it is just like that."

"If all humans are like them, I don't want such faith."

Waving her hand, Hecate thought of the two humans just now.

"Well, but bronze humans are indeed more interesting than gold humans. They actually dared to cheat that golden hair. I didn't expect it."

"I just don't know what kind of punishment they will receive at that time?"

Although she said 'interesting', the Moon Goddess could see that in her friend's heart, these bronze humans were nothing at all, and she was just having fun.

In fact, Selene didn't think that these little cleverness of humans could last long. Now the gods didn't notice it, just because the faith provided by mortals to them has not decreased, not anything else.

But this won't last forever. Compared with gods, mortals are still too weak. As long as there is a small accident, their secrets will be exposed to the gods.

I don't know why Prometheus, who is known for his wisdom, did this. Anyway, the moon goddess thinks that his behavior is stupid.

And although she doesn't know much about faith, Selene always feels that if such a "blessing" lasts for a long time, I'm afraid that humans may not be able to remain pious.

Just like her, she was happy for a long time every time she learned a witchcraft, but now she has become accustomed to it. When humans get "accustomed" to the blessings of God, it may be the same.

"Forget it, don't worry about them."

Pulling the sleeve of the moon goddess, Hecate felt that this so-called "human wisdom" was really nothing to see.

"Let's go, Selene. Divination tells me that I might meet an acquaintance on earth this time."

"But to be honest, apart from the golden hair, who I know a little bit, do I have any other acquaintances?"

After thinking about it in confusion, Hecate said happily:

"Let's go, we go west. I lived there when I was a child, and I don't know what it is like now."

"But the sacred mountain has collapsed - I hope there is something left there~"

"The place where you lived when you were a child? That's worth a visit."

Nodding, Selene was a little excited. She decisively put the two mortals and Prometheus behind her, and then went west with Hecate.

However, just like Orson and Momon didn't notice them, they also didn't notice that three sneaky figures just passed by.

Of course, the other party didn't notice them either.

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"Aging. Death"

Lying on the wooden bed, Momon was immersed in thinking.

After he separated from Orson, he was still terrified for a while, fearing that the gods who just passed by were just gods, but they ignored them and went to settle accounts with the Creator. But as time passed, he gradually put his mind at ease.

Since there was no disaster from the sky, there was probably no problem. Now, when a person lay on the wooden bed, Momon, who was relaxed, began to think wildly.

Unlike Orson, the other party was like the Creator, confident in his extraordinary wisdom, and thus fearless, so he was also the most loved by Prometheus, but Momon always thought more.

Fooling the gods, in the end, was just because the other party was not in front of him. When the day of death comes, when his soul faces the god who controls death, will the other party still be deceived by him?

He thinks it probably won't. Although Momon doesn't know who the god he will face after his death is, it must be a great god.

After all, as a true god, the Creator once said that granting mortals eternal life is a pricey thing, unless this god controls life or death itself, then he can use alternative methods to make mortals immortal.

"Forget it, it should be a long, long time."

"I don't know what it feels like to be old, and when that day comes, will Orson still be able to say with such confidence that 'death is nothing but this'."

Mumbling to himself, Momon felt sleepy and was ready to take a nap.

"Probably not, after all, you haven't seen the death of your kind, let alone the feeling of being old. When you really see it, you will know how to be afraid."

"Who!"

The sleepiness disappeared instantly. Momon really didn't expect that he would encounter an unknown existence twice in just half a day.

And judging from the situation, the second existence was probably not passing by, but coming towards him.

He held the short copper sword that had been placed beside him. Although it was probably useless in front of the newcomer, it could bring some psychological comfort to Momon.

His eyes were sharp and he glanced around, but there was nothing in the burning fire.

"Don't be afraid. As a 'priest' favored by Prometheus, I won't do anything to you."

"After all, if you arouse his vigilance, it will be difficult to deal with."

Accompanied by a slight laugh, a figure slowly emerged. He looked no different from a young human, with a gentle smile on his lips.

If it was during the day, Momon would probably be happy to make friends with such a person. But now it seems that the other party is probably not even a human.

"Who are you? This is a place that the Creator is paying attention to. You still have time to leave now."

Momon turned over and sat up from the wooden bed, holding the sword in his right hand, with a vigilant look.

He had secretly made up his mind that if the other party could be frightened by the name of the Creator, he would immediately seek the protection of Prometheus.

But in fact, he also knew that his idea might not be realized.

Sure enough, under his gaze, the stranger opposite did not have any intention of retreating. He just raised his lips and said with a smile:

"Prometheus, he can't even protect himself, why do you think he can protect you?"

"You don't really think that blasphemy against the gods can be exposed so easily."

With a bit of ridicule, before coming, Mephistopheles thought he would have to spend a long time looking for an opportunity, but what he never expected was that in just half a day, he found that the god of foresight, who he had dealt with before, actually did such a thing.

For some insignificant tributes, he deceived the gods. Whenever a god personally passed by the human tribe, his little tricks could not be hidden from others. Mephistopheles was even secretly thinking, whether this foresighted wise man was overrated, or had he been so inflated that he forgot who he was.

Does he think he is one of those great people who transcend the gods?

But it was good this way. Now he no longer needed to think about how to kill humans on a large scale. After all, he only had one chance. The Lord of the Nine Hells told him that the master of the spirit world might turn a blind eye to his behavior of plundering mortal souls, but that didn't mean that other beings in the spirit world would.

He was still worried about how to "eat his fill" at once, but now he just needed to watch humans destroy themselves, and before that, sow enough "seeds".

Everything would come to an end in a hundred or two hundred years at most.

".Are you not a god?"

After a short silence, the strange existence opposite him broke Momon's biggest worry. Strictly speaking, many priests were like him, immersed in the beauty of the moment, but afraid of the day when they would be exposed.

He didn't know what the Creator would do, but as a priest who deceived the gods, Momon felt that he would not have a good end. But fortunately, the second unknown existence he met today did not seem to be a god either.

"Of course, I'm not a god. In the past, I was a human, but I was a silver human who was destroyed by God."

"What?"

Momon was shocked.

He had heard of the silver humans. They were a generation that disrespected God and sinned. They all died at the junction of two eras, and their souls disappeared.

But the strange existence in front of him not only claimed to be a silver human, but also possessed a power that no ordinary creature could master. This made him feel unacceptable. Did the Creator lie to him?

"Hehe, in the eyes of most people, the silver humans are indeed a thing of the past, but the great Lord of the Nine Hells gave us a new life."

As if he could see what Momon was thinking, Mephisto explained casually.

"As for your creator Prometheus, he is a god that is difficult to evaluate. He once contacted us, but eventually gave up."

Shaking his head, when his mind was no longer affected by the source force, Mephisto didn't know how to evaluate this god.

Without him, the former silver humans would not have been able to learn even the most basic knowledge, but now, the two sides are clearly standing on opposite sides.

"So what are you doing here? Do you want me to harm the Creator?"

Trying to calm himself down, Momon knew that he must have something that the other party could use.

And after searching around, he felt that only his relationship with the Creator was worth the other party's attention.

"No, I'm not interested in God."

However, to Momon's surprise, the other party smiled and denied his idea.

"In fact, Momon, I'm more interested in you."

Reaching out his hand, in front of Momon, Mephisto took out a small bottle from his arms.

The bottle is crystal clear and is completely beyond the reach of today's human craftsmanship. Inside, dark red liquid was slowly rolling.

"This is my blood. After drinking it, you can jump higher, be stronger, sense more acutely, possess some extraordinary powers, and of course, most importantly, live longer."

"But I don't need it."

His tone was stiff, Momon was not interested in drinking anything the stranger offered him.

"Maybe, you really don't need it just yet."

Putting the vial on the table, Mephisto smiled and said:

"But it will be in the future."

"See with your eyes and feel with your body. When you see the same kind of people around you getting old, when your eyes are no longer clear, when you feel scared, drink it and you will get more. long time.”

"And, I hope you understand,"

Standing in the shadows, Mephisto's expression seemed very sincere.

"We were all humans once, and humans can understand each other, but humans are different from gods."

"What they need is human faith, not human beings themselves. No matter how much you contribute to them, if you don't believe in him, the result will not make any difference."

"So please remember, Momun, never pray to the gods for eternal life. Otherwise, you will definitely regret it."

With a mysterious smile on his face, Mephisto's figure gradually receded, turning into a black mist that dispersed and disappeared immediately. Momeng was on guard for a while, and then he gradually relaxed until the moon reached the zenith.

He looked at the vial on the table and hesitated. Momen originally planned to tell the Creator what happened today and let him handle the contents of the bottle, but in the end, for some unknown reason, he hid it under the bed.

He didn't intend to use it, and he didn't trust this strange silver human. If he can deceive God, how can others not deceive him?

And thinking about the other party's last words, Mo Meng couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

"Pray to God for eternal life. Oh, doesn't he know that there is no such option among the blessings sent by the gods?"

"Even if I want to do this, no god has made any relevant promises at all."

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it. Although he did not plan to tell the Creator, Momen still decided to secretly observe the other priests tomorrow, especially Orson.

He was not sure that this mysterious man was only looking for him.