Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

"Really? Well, you did a good job."

Although it was a bit regretful, Zeus had expected this result.

Or, in his opinion, the mysterious gift from the spirit world was just like the "gift" from Hades. It was not really given to that god, but was released under the guise of Pandora. After all, it is said that among the primitive gods, the Lord of the Spirit World and the Night Mother both have abilities related to fate. Maybe they saw something.

As long as they don't interfere with his belief, Zeus doesn't want to pay attention to these irrelevant things now. After all, the Earth Mother will not sleep forever, and she is different from other primitive gods. She also needs external power to make up for her own shortcomings.

In addition, the Titan God Gaia, who was imprisoned by him, is his potential enemy.

"In that case, Zephyrus, you should go to the southern seas and inform the Sea King."

"He wants to punish humans so much, so I allow him now. He can do it in any form he wants, and I only want the result. Of course, remember to tell him not to be too anxious and slow down the time a little. Since it is a punishment, humans must be given some time to react."

"It would be best if they could record all this. When the next generation of humans is born, let them discover the past of their predecessors. Let them know that without the protection of the God King, the sea and the underworld will bring them a catastrophe."

Raising his right hand, a scepter inlaid with three gems appeared in Zeus's hand. Today, although the power of this artifact created by the previous God King is still worrying, it has some special powers after two generations of kings.

The scepter pointed forward, and an invisible force condensed into a token, which was the token of the God King allowing Poseidon to exercise his authority on earth.

Although even if he did not allow it, Zeus could not stop a powerful god from exercising his authority. But many things are like this. Adding one more procedure can better show the orthodoxy of the court. And in these small matters, the gods are also willing to give the king of gods a face.

"Yes, your majesty, your order will be executed."

After taking the token and bowing, the god of the west wind withdrew from the hall and hurriedly left Mount Olympus.

He has been very busy recently, but thinking that all this is for the arrival of the next human era, and he will soon have his own human believers, this makes Zephyros full of motivation.

As a god who acts on behalf of part of the [Weather], he believes that his believers will definitely not be less in the future. Maybe one day in the future, he, a true god with only weak divine power, can also glimpse the throne of the powerful god step by step?

Watching Zephyros's back as he left, Zeus sat quietly in the palace for a while. His eyes looked through the door, and at this moment, the changes in the laws on the earth were clearly visible.

Outside Mount Olympus, the net connecting the spirit world and the present world covers the sky and the earth, and the power of elements flows slowly on the strings of the magic net; under the ground, wisps of black air surge up and combine with everything in the mortal world.

The breath of the mortal world is no longer so beautiful, but it has inexplicably added a bit of vitality. Looking at this scene, Zeus vaguely captured some insights, but in the end he got nothing.

This is the innate god. Their innate status allows them to see what these mortals dream of, but their lack of understanding of their own power makes anything they see unable to be transformed into actual progress.

Because their foundation is empty, the power obtained by experience and instinct may not affect their use, but it will become a shackle for them to go further to a certain extent.

"From the perspective of the law, from now on, will the plague be accompanied by floods? The power of the gods still has too much influence on mortals. It's okay now, but when the next human century comes, they can't be allowed to act so recklessly."

Silently thinking, "reckless", Zeus really thought so. Although all this was done with his explicit or implicit instructions, the fact that the King of Gods could do this does not mean that others can do the same.

Moreover, Zeus does not think that in the future, the gods will honestly fight for faith in a normal way. They may do anything, and as the King of Gods, what he needs to do is to stop this behavior in advance.

The conflict between the gods must not casually affect humans, at least they cannot directly target the believers of the other side because of the conflict between two gods. Otherwise, it will not only affect the image of the gods, but it will be easy to kill them. It will take hundreds of years for humans to recover, and these are all the wealth of the gods.

Especially as the king of gods who gives humans the right to survive, Zeus can also get a little faith from all humans, just like the earth and the sun are an indispensable part of humans.

Although not much, far less than those who believe in him directly, but there is always some.

"It seems that I need to make a rule later. The gods cannot exercise their divine power without reason, otherwise the fragile humans cannot resist it."

"I don't know when Her Majesty Themis will come back."

Although the bronze humans have not yet been destroyed, Zeus has already thought of a lot. As the king of gods and the biggest beneficiary of the rules, he should spare no effort to maintain it.

So he needs to make a law so that the gods cannot slaughter humans without reason unless they directly offend a certain god. And to do this, he needs to seek the help of his aunt.

It just so happens that the goddess of law has been busy recently. When she comes back, humans will probably be extinct. By then, with corpses scattered all over the earth, such a suggestion will surely be supported.

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On this day, in addition to the king of gods on Mount Olympus, there are many people who noticed the changes.

When Pandora opened the pottery jar, the gods of the underworld received permission, and they began to use their innate divine power to influence the world.

Even if those plagues and disasters do not involve extraordinary power, this natural change is enough to bring disaster to mankind, but on this quiet night, all mortals do not know what happened.

The epidemic has begun to spread, and the prototype of the disaster has begun to brew, but they are still a long way from breaking out. In the deep night, everything seems silent, and only a very few people in the entire human activity area have noticed this subtle change in the law level.

Standing at the core of Aurora, Mephisto looked at the burning holy fire with fear. As a former human, he thought he could get close to the flame, and even lead some of it away like other humans, but the result was not so.

When he tried to get close, a sense of crisis from the soul made Mephistopheles stop unconsciously. He dared to guarantee that if he continued to move forward, the holy fire would probably burn from reality to his heart, turning him into ashes from the inside out.

After the attempt failed, the devil had to find a place far away from the holy fire to cover up his existence with its breath, and then admired this rare "grand scene" with some intoxication.

Everything was as he expected. Prometheus brought about his own destruction, and mankind was about to be liquidated. Hundreds of mortal high-ranking people drank his blood and were preparing for what he had already arranged.

They outlined the lines, carved stone books, and built altars with materials brought by the devil. Mortals would not understand what they were doing, only Mephistopheles knew that this was a special ritual, and it would play its due role at the right time.

With this ritual, after this trip, he might not only be hunted down by the gods of the spirit world, but also those on Mount Olympus, because according to the Lord of the Nine Hells, this ritual is likely to touch the sensitive nerves of some gods.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, there will always be someone to deal with them for me."

With a chuckle, the big devil thought of the news he had secretly leaked and the "naive" god of sleep.

The former is enough to find something for Olympus to do, so that they can take care of themselves temporarily. As for the latter, the other party is waiting for him to lead the gods of the spirit world away for him, so as to complete his feat of "patricide", but he also expects him to make some moves on that day so that the gods of the spirit world will not chase him.

If the god named Hypnos can really succeed, this is actually a win-win deal. But for the devil who knows the inside story, he only hopes that he can complete the task earlier that day and take the time to see how that guy will die.

"And you, what will you do then?"

Looking towards the east of the city, feeling the existence that cannot be ignored, Mephisto frowned slightly.

The human named Cohen was the only one outside his plan. He appeared without any signs, just like a human who appeared out of thin air. He had no idea how he had such power.

But fortunately, through the temptations of these years, the devil gradually discovered that the other party seemed to have encountered some problems that he couldn't figure out, so he didn't have much desire to interfere with the outside world.

Although I don't know what he is thinking, the longer this state lasts, the better.

"That's it, it's best to keep it going. The unknown is really annoying. And the guy I met by accident, I don't know what that strange puppet is, but fortunately his power is very weak and can't affect anything at all. I just avoid him."

There is no such proverb in Chaos' world that a journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step, but Mephisto still seriously recalled the past one by one, and didn't feel relieved until he confirmed that there was no problem.

After completing this operation, he can return to the Nine Hells to cash in part of his deserved reward. At least the Lord of the Nine Hells is trustworthy in being a boss.

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Spiritual world, Mount Sinai.

Opposite the present world, in the spiritual world whose surface has almost covered most of the world, Ryan sat in the main seat of the Lopers Temple.

The seasons in the outside world have not changed many times, but in the distorted time and space, a long time has passed here. I don’t know when, the remaining gun barrel of [Gungnir] in Ryan’s hand has been separated again, turning into three sections, two short and one long.

The two short sections contain opposing forces, but they share the fate of the remaining part of the artifact "must hit". They have lost their vitality, because the little remaining power has been gathered in the middle section, and at the same time, it also enjoys the remaining [Oath] power of the artifact.

Chaos's [Oath] originally belonged to the world, and was later delegated to the Styx by Him in the Second Age, and Styx came into being. As long as there is a god in the world who swears an oath to the Styx, her power will be slightly enhanced. If the god breaks the oath, then after punishing him, the goddess' power will increase significantly.

In contrast, although Ryan can also make people swear to the spirit world, this does not actually involve the true authority of [Oath], but is just an alternative application of the world's power. However, at the moment, this artifact from outside the world is obviously not subject to this restriction.

The power on this short wooden pole is very pure. After being transformed by the spirit world, it only left the part belonging to [Oath], and the rest was rejected to the two sections before and after peeling off.

But in addition to being pure, this power is also very weak, because any oath requires a force to supervise its execution, and now it obviously has no power.

Originally, [Gungnir] was able to respond to the wishes of everyone who swore to it because the existence of the world tree Yggdrasil provided it with support. The power of the sacred tree that holds up the nine realms is unimaginable. It is like Chaos's Tartarus. Although it has no clear consciousness, so that the gods of all generations can use it as a prison, no one can question its power.

As a divine weapon made of branches of the World Tree, Gungnir has a connection with its mother body, and this connection is the basis for ensuring the fulfillment of the oath.

But now, there is no World Tree in this world, and the remaining vitality is not enough to reproduce a sacred tree that supports the world. Relying on its own insignificant power, it can probably only restrain mortals, and even stronger ones may not be useful.

"Not bad."

"Many things are good as long as they are suitable."

With a satisfied smile, Ryan picked up the three broken gun barrels. He gently threw out the other two gun barrels of different colors, and they immediately passed through the gate of the palace and fell down from the Sinaia Mountain.

Passing through three layers of space-time barriers, the two gun barrels finally fell into the huge stone well in the center of the world.

There was no splashing water, nor floating on the water. They sank silently to the bottom without causing any waves.

"Almost."

Leaving the remaining green wooden pole in his hand, Ryan looked at the huge dragon egg that had some cracks, and the reflection of the star in the mortal world.

She was going to be born, today. Because this day was the peak of the world's spiritual power, and coincidentally, Pandora's jar was opened on this day.

Perhaps humans in the future will add some terrible names to today, after all, this is the beginning of the demise of a generation. But this has nothing to do with Ryan, so he watched this good show while waiting for Bai to be born.

The trance of the wind god, the determination of the latecomer, and his claim that he held the key to breaking fate, but he did not touch the jar itself.

The same trick, no different from dealing with Zephyrus, the god of the west wind. The latecomer god could not be sure whether this "gift" was sensed by its creator, which was indeed an unknown thing. Although the Earth Mother could not sense what was happening around the golden apple, and the gods might not be able to monitor every move of the life they blessed, Epimetheus remained cautious about the gift given by a strange ancient.

So just as he had deliberately said Prometheus's warning to him to expose the flaws of the wind god, what he said in front of the pottery jar was also a temptation.

If the person behind him was watching him, he might attack him because of his offensive behavior in his words. This seems to be asking for trouble, but it is better to be found now than to be monitored by others in an unconscious state and then destroyed at a critical moment.

Unfortunately, Ryan is not the wind god, and he doesn't care who the gift falls into, nor does he care what Epimetheus said. Since the other party followed the rules he specified and let the gift stay in the hands of "human beings", let him take it.

In fact, if the god of hindsight can really do something that surprises Ryan with this gift, he will only be surprised.

However, this possibility is probably not very large.

"The three brothers of Zeus made different choices, and so did the three of you. They are surprisingly similar."

"Those who chose humans were betrayed by humans, but the future is still unknown; and those who chose the king have never been forgotten by his king, but the time has not come yet."

Thinking of the occasional exchanges between the incarnation and the former god king, Ryan sighed again that the other party's moral level is indeed quite high among the male gods who "have power" and "have rights".

Not only did he not do anything to his betrayed wife in the end, he even did not forget his loyal subordinates in the abyss.

"However, compared to your brother and younger brother, you can only rely on yourself if you choose yourself."

There is no difference between high and low. If Epimetheus has enough ability, then choosing yourself may not be a wrong choice. Before the final result comes out, Ryan will not make any comments.

Kacha——

"Hmm?"

The sudden shattering sound immediately attracted Ryan's attention. He looked at the huge dragon egg in front of him, and the sound came from there.

A crack appeared just above the eggshell, and then the movement stopped. But Ryan was not in a hurry at all, he knew that the little guy inside was probably accumulating strength.

Bang——

Crack——

A crash accompanied by another cracking sound, the crack expanded again. But this time, the young dragon did not stop, but continued to hit the eggshell.

Crack——

Crack——

Crack——

Little by little, fine lines began to cover the surface of the dragon egg. Until a certain moment, under Ryan's expectant gaze, with the last crisp sound, a small hole finally broke open on the top of the eggshell.

The hole was very small, not even as big as a baby's palm, but its appearance itself meant that there was no longer a barrier between the dragon egg and the outside world.

So the next moment, an illusory shadow drilled out directly from it. It was obviously much larger than the hole, but it seemed to be unaffected by the size at all.

This is a white dragon. Slender body, gorgeous wings, fine scales smooth and crystal. She doesn't look like a newly born dragon, but more like a smaller version of a young dragon.

Because as a dragon born by the spirit, she is naturally infected by this power. Her appearance is affected by her own cognition, and her cognition is affected by the power of the spirit world.

So although her current image is natural, she has all the impressions of the "beauty" of dragons in the past memories of the Lord of the Spirit World, which makes her look not ugly at all when she was just born.

In the center of the hall, the young dragon opened her silver eyes and looked around. The tall temple, the broken eggshell, and the black figure that made her feel close, this is all she had when she was born.

She opened her mouth and sucked, and the broken eggshell turned from real to virtual, and was swallowed into her mouth in the form of energy. The young dragon then fluttered its wings and landed on Ryan's arm.

"It seems that you are in good condition."

With a slight smile, Ryan reached out and gently stroked the young dragon's head. The scales did not hurt his hands, but felt soft and warm.

He knew that as the source of the spiritual dragon, although Bai could also glimpse fate and control elements, the spiritual realm was what she was best at.

So her body could change between real and virtual at any time, and the soft scales under his hands were an indestructible guard in front of the enemy.

"Are you my creator?"

Without speaking, the soft voice, with a strangeness of the world, was transmitted to Ryan's mind.

Facing the young dragon's question, Ryan just shook his head.

"It's not a creation. I just provided you with the most suitable birth environment, but now you have nothing to do with the original creator."

"So from now on, the spirit world is your home."

Shaking her little head, Bai seemed to understand. But then, the newborn was attracted by something else.

It was another dozen dragon eggs placed on the ground. They were still isolated by Ryan's power and had no contact with the outside world, so they did not change in a unique direction.

"They are your kind, but they are destined not to be the same as you."

Seeing the confusion in Bai's eyes, Ryan smiled and said:

"Why not do this? You decide what kind of dragons they will become. What do you think?"

I didn't quite understand what Ryan meant, but Bai nodded. The instinct from her blood made her take these weaker kind as her subordinates. It was normal to make decisions for her subordinates.