Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

"You took more than one of those eggs of life."

The authority of [Darkness] may be rare in the world in terms of hiding, but it cannot compare with [Space] in terms of snatching things, so Erebus was half a beat slower in the end in the Mist Country.

This was originally insignificant, it was just that Ryan took more and he took less, but because Chaos's invasion of the nine kingdoms was suddenly completed, both of them hurriedly stopped.

In this case, Ryan certainly didn't get much, but Erebus only had time to take one at the edge.

"Are you also interested in this kind of 'thing'? I thought you didn't take this kind of weak life seriously."

Looking away from the crystal branches of the flesh and blood mother tree, Ryan's mind swept his harvest.

Two of them looked stronger, and a dozen were average. Of course, as the first dragon, no matter how ordinary, it is a real extraordinary life.

Perhaps the blood of their descendants will gradually become silent, and become stable after several generations of inheritance, but this batch of dragon eggs, which may be called [ancestral dragons], do have a strong essence. As long as they grow up normally, they can easily become legendary beings. Even as they grow older, they can continue to tap the potential in their blood and become stronger. After a long time, they have the power of a god.

As for the two who are obviously stronger, they can probably directly touch the realm of God. However, how strong they will be in the future depends on where they grow up.

They are affected by the living environment, and their attributes and talents will be biased. Those who fall into Ryan's hands are undoubtedly the kind with good luck.

As for the dragon eggs that are still in Niflheim, they will probably be randomly released into the world. After all, that country has been assimilated by the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood], and the place where the dragon eggs are located is one of the few places that have not been affected.

"Life in another world is more or less worth studying, not to mention that it is alive. If it can reproduce into a tribe, it is also a good thing. Aren't you always interested in these mortals?"

Frowning, looking at the lonely dragon egg he obtained, Erebus also had a headache.

He planned to use something to exchange for another one from Ryan, but after careful consideration, it seemed that he had nothing to exchange.

Either the value was too high, and he felt it was not worth paying for a dragon egg. Or he knew that Ryan was definitely not interested without asking.

"Then you can study it yourself, I won't bother you, I believe you will gain something."

With a faint smile, Ryan reached out and took Mimir, who suddenly became mute after seeing Erebus, and turned to walk back the way he came.

Just as the other party thought, Ryan didn't want anything. After all, things like [Darkness] Source Power were obviously not tradable objects.

It should still be in time now. He wanted to go and see where the Nine Realms would be integrated into the world of Chaos. After all, except for the initial movement, they will be observed, and then they will be wrapped by the power of the world and begin a long digestion process.

Behind him, watching Ryan's back, the Lord of Darkness said nothing and disappeared without a trace.

He was going to exchange another one from Ryan, but it didn't matter if he didn't have one. The gods of Chaos have never lacked gods who can give birth to offspring alone, but they just consume more power.

As for why he suddenly became interested in these weak lives that he originally disdained, it was because Erebus had found a large number of traces of intelligent life in the dark country of Svartalfheim. Although they are basically dead, many of the books they left behind still exist.

Even if he just browsed it quickly, Erebus was surprised to find that this world not only has gods, but also humans.

It's not surprising that there are gods in other worlds, but the existence of humans seems very abrupt.

Moreover, from some records found, unlike the weakness of humans, the native inhabitants of the Dark Kingdom, those called "dark elves" and "dwarves", originated from the corpse of the original giant Yuniel, the first life in this world, born under the interweaving of ice and fire. They are stronger than humans and have a longer origin, but in the end, only humans live in the center of the Nine Realms, Midgard.

In different worlds, only humans and gods are so similar, which made him suddenly realize that in the past, it seems that Ryan has always paid much attention to these intelligent lives.

There is also the energy called "faith", which Erebus actually discovered a long time ago, but it may have some meaning to Gaia, who has been hit repeatedly, and can make up for her losses to a certain extent; it also has meaning to the God King recognized by the world, which can make him surpass other gods, but it cannot help the original god become complete and great, so the Lord of Darkness has always turned a blind eye to it.

But now, he noticed from the classics of the dark elves that the war between the two major gods in this world seems to have some relationship with faith.

One of the sources of their fight was the dispute over who was more qualified to be respected by mortals.

For all these reasons, Erebus finally decided that he was going to create a race of his own, whether it was useful or not, he had nothing to do anyway.

And the most important thing was that he seemed to have some ideas about how to strip off the traces of the present world and return to the beginning.

"Speaking of which, this was the inspiration you gave me."

Caressing the only dragon egg he had snatched, Erebus cut off his left hand directly.

This hand was infected by the power of the flesh and blood mother tree, and it was perfect for shaping a dragon mother. Of course, he had to erase the consciousness born here first, so as not to make wedding clothes for others.

"And that guy who I didn't take seriously. Jiuyu?"

Although the other party was strictly speaking his junior, he became a senior on the road to opening up the world, so Erebus would naturally pay attention to his actions.

The other party seemed to have created a life called [Devil], so the Lord of Darkness would naturally not lag behind.

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Hua La La——

The water of the Ring World River flows continuously, and the cut-off river channel does not affect the overall flow. It didn't take long for Ryan to return to the edge of Chaos.

Familiar rules and a sense of ease came, compared to the oppressive situation in the Nine Realms, it was more comfortable here.

In the Land of Mist, the great level of power did not show any signs of the power of the complete world, and the fight between the three creatures did not even break the land of Niflheim. If Ryan confronted the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] here, I'm afraid that in one encounter, the existence below the East Sea God would be assimilated into the other party, and then crushed into powder by Ryan without mercy.

Of course, the laws of the world will probably follow closely and punish these two "violent elements".

"It can be regarded as protecting his own "trophies". After all, if it is damaged, Chaos will have to spend his own strength to repair the damaged interface."

Standing above the long river, Ryan looked at the nine realms pulled by the chain of order. He noticed that the trajectories of these interfaces have begun to gradually split.

The chains on the Kingdom of Mist are the most and the most dense, after all, there is a "big bomb" in it. Some fragments were peeled off from it, which is probably the part that has not been assimilated by the mother tree.

From the direction, it was pulled to the bottom of the world. Although it is not sure whether it can still appear in the world, if it can, Niflheim will most likely be accompanied by Tartarus.

From now on, the representation of the chaotic side of the world is likely to become two, but the premise is that the [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] must be completely transformed by Chaos first. As for how long this process will last, Ryan is not very clear.

In addition to the Land of Mist, Vanaheim fell to the southeast sea, near an island close to the mainland. When it is completely digested by the world, it is likely to open its own entrance there.

The value of such a magical country is unquestionable. Even if many spells and rituals lose their effects due to the changes in the world, inspiration is often more important than experience in the field of mysticism.

The achievements of the Vanir Protoss for tens of thousands of years can bring unimaginable inspiration.

The Giant Kingdom of Jotunheim flew to the extreme north of the world, and the desolate ice field was as uninhabited as the home of the frost giants; the Land of the Dead Helheim drifted to the underworld. In the future, it is likely to become the second home of the undead, or even a new undead different from the new undead under the shining of the underworld moon.

One of them was born of magic power, and the other was a pure power of death. The latter would obviously hate life more than the former.

Svartalfheim, the kingdom of darkness, has "expanded" a distance between the earth and the underworld.

When the [underworld] was separated, the areas controlled by the two earth gods would inevitably collide, but now, it has been separated. Countless cavities and caves were born, and from then on, like the sea, there was an unowned, contestable "land" in the world.

As for Muspelheim, as the first country born with the Kingdom of Mist, it also drifted to the bottom of the world. However, unlike his "old friend", the Kingdom of Fire flowed directly into Tartarus. Through his special incarnation, Ryan could even foresee that this country would probably be dismembered.

It just so happened that the abyss was affected by the Nine Hells, and it began to gradually produce matter and divide the interface. Muspelheim will become the nutrient of this process. The new abyss will also be affected by this, giving birth to some special life, as well as layers full of flames and lava.

Of course, the Nine Hells can also get a share of it. Perhaps from now on, fire will become another means of the devils like darkness.

Finally, Midgard, the human world in the Nine Realms, and Alfheim, where the light elves live, are still surrounding Chaos, and they seem to have not found where to go.

However, not belonging does not mean that they will not be transformed. They are like other interfaces. The matter and energy are still the same, but the underlying rules that constitute them have been slowly changing.

In this process, some of the original rules of the nine kingdoms have also been integrated into the Chaos world. In the future, many source powers will usher in more or less increases.

"It's just that this may not be a good thing for some people."

Looking at the starry sky, Ryan thought of a goddess who had been away from the world for a hundred years.

For Ryan, the origin has risen, and Chaos can't share his power anyway, but some people may not.

For example, Alfheim, which is full of light power, has greatly increased the authority of [Light]. If nothing unexpected happens, the Mother of Light, Theia, may reach greatness in this era, but Ryan believes that before this day comes, another God of Light will be born in the world.

The laws of the world have always been like this, and he is no longer surprised.

"And Asgard."

Ryan turned his head and looked at the east of the continent, where Mount Olympus stood tall. Perhaps due to some kind of attraction, Asgard's final destination was there.

"Speaking of which, I don't know what happened to Odin."

Lian pondered for a moment. Although all signs indicate that this god king from another world should be dead, he even fought with the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood and pierced the trunk with his spear. But the price was also heavy. This invincible artifact was destroyed, and the remaining spear fell into Ryan's hands.

But Ryan felt that as a god king who had existed for so long, he should not end quietly like this.

"Do you think Odin is dead?"

After releasing Mimir's head, Ryan asked before the other party was happy about this new world full of vitality.

"If you want me to give an answer, I think he is dead."

However, to Ryan's surprise, Mimir gave such an answer.

"He may have left something full of his will, but he himself will not survive, at least that's what I think."

"Why?"

Lian was a little puzzled. He originally wanted to know where Odin might be hiding, but Mimir thought that he was dead, which was unexpected for him.

"Because I know him, he was a warrior before he was a god king."

Mimir answered without hesitation.

"He used a lot of conspiracies and tricks, and it can't be said to be fair and just, but the reason why he can sit on the throne, make the gods convinced, and make mortals worship him is because when the real disaster comes, he will never escape."

"At least the Odin I know is really like this."

After a little silence, Ryan inexplicably felt that what the other party said made sense. Scandinavians seem to be like this. Even in the original Ragnarok, Odin never feared death.

They regard death in battle as glory. They may desire life, but they don't refuse to die.

"Warriors? Haha, as expected, compared with the four God Kings in the two worlds, the one with the lowest threshold lives the longest and achieves the highest."

"It can be seen that the lower the threshold of the God King profession, the longer and more stable it will be."

Lian smiled, not knowing whether it was praise or ridicule, and no longer thought about it. He planned to go back to the spirit world to "open the box". But before that, he noticed that there were four figures flying towards the huge whirlpool in the East China Sea.

The leader was the sun god Helios.

"Let's go and take a look."

The bound Prometheus calculated the time and it was almost time.

Regardless of Mimir's thoughts, with the help of the ubiquitous spirit world, Ryan went straight to the eye of the sea.

He still wanted to witness this classic scene.

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"Huh--"

"Damn it."

His legs were a little weak. Standing above the whirlpool, looking at the spiral that swallowed everything, Helios did not feel the pleasure of achieving his goal at all.

On the contrary, his face was a little pale, and waves of illusory pain were passing through him, reaching the depths of his soul.

Perhaps in a sense, this may not be illusory. Because the person who caused all this used time and space as a means to show his power at the time, and he himself was in charge of history.

This led to the fact that when one of the parties came to the scene in person, it was inevitable that some kind of time-level connection would be caused. The damage from the past blurred the "distance" from the present.

". Go down quickly, I don't want to stay here any longer."

The huge vortex with a diameter of thousands of miles is even as big as a small continent in the eyes of mortals. How deep is the bottom of such a vortex, no one knows. Even as gods, they now have a feeling of "giant fear".

However, although he didn't want to go in at all, Helios didn't dare to give Zeus the opportunity to punish him openly. He gestured to Crasto and Bia who were escorting Prometheus on the side.

The two children of Styx, the river of oath, immediately received the order and began to descend towards the center of the vortex that devoured everything.

Maybe for a moment, or maybe for a day, light did not exist here at all. Even if Helios tried his best to release the power of the sun god, he only illuminated a small spot around.

It was about the distance of a boulder falling for nine days and eight nights. Finally, they finally came to the place that was suspected to be the bottom.

The reason why it is suspected is that they don’t want to go forward even one step.

"Let’s do it here, what do you think?"

Looking at Prometheus, the sun god asked in a low voice.

The dark and silent environment around him made him subconsciously lower his voice, as if speaking louder would bring some terrible disaster.

"Then let’s do it here. I don’t think you want to go down any further. I think His Majesty the God King should not care whether I am at the bottom of the sea eye."

Looking at his residence for a period of time in the future, Prometheus opened his arms.

"Come on."

To be honest, Prometheus was still a little scared before making the decision, but now he is calm.

Some physical sufferings are not as sad as the betrayal of his students.

"This is the order of the God King, and we are just following orders."

Crasto and Bia looked at each other, confessed to Prometheus, and took out the heavy chains made by the Cyclops.

They bound the hands of the Forerunner and hung him here. There was no fulcrum for hanging, but the chains tied Prometheus in mid-air. Then Bia took out a long nail and nailed it into his chest.

The blood flows down the body and eventually falls below the vortex. After completing this step, the two took a step back and stood beside the Sun God.

So at this moment, an endless pressure poured on Prometheus's thin body, making his bones creak.

On the sea, the restrictions in this world are slightly looser than those on the earth, so the Sun God has been using his divine power to resist the oppression at the eye of the sea, but the long nails driven into Prometheus' chest locked him Without the power of the Titan God, he could only use his own body to resist the pressure.

The so-called 'suppressing the sea tide' naturally does not mean that Prometheus, who does not even have moderate divine power, will eliminate the eye of the sea. It is just that when he is locked here, the suction force of this large whirlpool to the outside world is reduced. Moreover, if some beings who accidentally fall into the whirlpool can see the Illuminati alive, they may have a chance to get out.

Yes, the chains and nails cast by the Cyclops locked up Prometheus's divine power, but gave him a chance to release it, but the object of release was not himself. He can send others away from this bottomless sea, but he himself can only stay here forever.

People do not suffer from scarcity, but from inequality. Although Khaos did not say this, the truth is the same. Zeus wanted to torture Prometheus's mind in this way - either endure the obvious differences between others and himself, or watch other beings die coldly.

If he really chooses the latter, the God-King believes that it won't be long before humans will no longer be taken seriously by the Illuminati. Things like the bottom line always slip down step by step. When the time comes, he will naturally see this paranoid Titan bowing his head to him.

"Although I know your answer, Prometheus, according to the request of the God King, I still have to say to you: You have experienced this pain, this is not a day, not a year, but forever. But If you are willing to take back the fire among humans, you can leave here now."

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Helios spoke.

Although Zeus punished the fire thief, he, who had gradually understood the nature of faith, understood that although his actions could reduce Prometheus' presence among humans, they could not completely destroy his status among humans.

So as long as Prometheus is willing to bow to him, Zeus doesn't mind letting him go.

"call--"

"No need."

Taking a breath, Prometheus once again rejected Zeus's 'kindness'. He looked at Helios in front of him and smiled with difficulty.

"It's you, Helios, do you remember what I once said?"

"Pure power cannot bring loyalty, and the King of Gods has recognized this. So how long do you think Zeus will tolerate you?"

The pale face of the Sun God darkened. On the side, Krasto and Bea tried their best to reduce their presence. After a long time, Helios raised his head and said slowly to Prometheus:

"So do you have anything to warn me, enlightened wise man? Although I will not listen to your temptations, I still want to see what I can say."

"Warning, not yet."

Hanging in the air, Prometheus said with a smile, not looking like a prisoner at all.

"You don't need to worry now, but if another god is born in the future who is qualified to drive the sun car, then you have to be careful."

"But if you are willing to come and talk to me occasionally about human affairs and the changes in the world, when that day comes, I may be able to give you some advice."

"Hmph, do you think I will disobey the God King's order?"

Glancing at Krasto and Bea who were standing aside, Helios snorted coldly.

"Who can know what will happen in the future? Stay here forever and enjoy the pain with your eternal life. This is a more terrifying torture than eternal sleep."

After saying that, Helios flew directly upwards. He no longer wanted to stay in this place. Krasto and Bea followed closely behind, and they remained silent in tacit agreement.

Soon, it became quiet in Haiyan. Without the presence of Helios, the surroundings also returned to darkness.

For a moment, if the physical pain was ignored, Prometheus actually felt that this environment was not bad. It might not be a bad thing if you only experience it once in a while.

But if this time is extended to the years measured in thousands of years, then I am afraid that as Helios said, this is a more terrible punishment than eternal sleep.

"So, do you regret it, Prometheus?"

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, a voice sounded in the dark and silent eyes of the sea.

".No regrets."

After a brief silence, Prometheus spoke calmly.

"Who are you, the god of the Ocean God system, or that elder who came to visit my nephew?"

The secrets about faith are still sealed by the God-King. Perhaps it is because of this behavior that it attracted the attention of some Titan gods, so that they found it on themselves.

Prometheus is happy to see this. No matter whether the other party is willing to tell his identity or not, he will tell the truth. After all, if gods other than Olympus can also realize the importance of human beings, only then can human beings benefit from the gap.

He had asked the Sun God to come regularly for this purpose before. Helios, who often traveled to and from the sea, would undoubtedly attract the attention of the owner of this sea area. However, he did not expect that not long after, someone came directly to him. .

"By not regretting, do you mean not regretting stealing the fire, or do you mean not regretting deceiving the gods?"

The visitor did not mean to answer the question, but continued to ask.

"I don't regret it at all. Even if I didn't deceive the gods, the Bronze Humans would not have a chance to continue, and the God King would not let me go."

With a calm look on his face, and letting the pain spread and pile up on his body, Prometheus felt that his thoughts were extremely clear.

"Instead of making more terrible mistakes in the future because of my arrogance, the current results are already very good."

"Heh, you look a bit like a wise man now."

With a chuckle, soft light lit up from around him, and Prometheus also saw the gods in front of him.

A young man with black hair looked very familiar, but no matter how he recalled it, Prometheus couldn't remember where he had seen him.

His memory seemed to be separated by a layer, like fishing for the moon in a well, or seeing flowers in the mist.

But don’t remember it if you don’t remember it. Prometheus looked at the gods in front of him and sincerely requested:

"Can you save some of the Bronze Humans?"

"Um?"

Ryan was surprised again. He looked at Prometheus and felt that the god in front of him was completely different from the one who deceived the gods before.

"It seems that you already know that bronze humans are not immune?"

"Yes, before the Earth Mother wakes up, the God King will definitely create the next batch of humans. Maybe he has already started."

Shaking his head with difficulty, Prometheus requested again:

"If possible, you can save some bronze humans. Although the power of the God King is extremely powerful, he is not omnipotent in today's human world."

"If you can avoid his eyes and ears and allow a few humans to survive, then when new mortals are born, you will definitely gain enough."

"'Enough harvest'? Haha, actually you want to say that as long as I experience the sweetness of faith, I will not let go of this power. Is that what you think?"

Looking at the fire thief whose expression finally changed, Ryan smiled and shook his head. The other party tried to lure him with benefits, but he was not angry.

Ryan has no intention of quarreling with a prisoner, and strictly speaking, the other party just set up a gold mine. Whether he will be attracted and what he will do depends entirely on each person's different choices.

But what Prometheus didn't expect was that the person he wanted to attract would have no place to put the gold in his house.

Void grabbed it and took out a paintbrush. Ryan suddenly became interested. He planned to complete the second painting in the Divine Life today, [The Suffering of Prometheus].

"How about you let me draw you a picture?"

"In return, I can promise you that one day in the near future, when disaster strikes the earth and mortal life comes to an end. I will walk on the earth and among mortals. If anyone bows to me, I will Promise he survives."

Although the other party actually couldn't refuse, Ryan still asked politely.

Since it was a matter of pleasure, if Prometheus didn't want to, he would leave just like that.

".I am very grateful to you, Your Highness. You are free to do whatever you want. I have no ability to refuse your idea of ​​painting."

Maybe he said too much, and more blood seeped out of his chest. But Prometheus didn't pay attention to his body, he just looked at Ryan apologetically.

"I do prefer humans, but I don't intend to put you in danger. It would be too dangerous to openly and openly disobey the will of the God King. If the God King notices-"

"Then notice it."

After interrupting Prometheus, using the void as the board and the years as the cloth, Ryan began to write.

The main theme this time is [Suffering], but Prometheus only accounts for a negligible part in the scroll, and more are mortals and gods.

The good and bad of mortals, the evil and non-evil of gods, are all shown in the scroll, and all kinds of expressions of all living beings are displayed here. It does not depict the tortured Creator, but the human world in the Bronze Age.

"Once you make a promise, it will happen. It's destined."

The pen and ink are bright red, which is the blood of the fire thief. While writing and painting, Ryan looked relaxed.

"No matter who it is, when I promise him 'immortality,' then no one in this world can take away his life."