Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

In the East in later generations, there once was such a story.

In the Chixian Shenzhou at that time, after the first empire that ended the chaotic times of feudalism and achieved great unification collapsed, mortals who aspired to the supreme position in the world competed with each other, and the princes competed for the throne.

They killed rivers of blood in the world, and all kinds of intrigues and celebrities fell out. To many people's surprise, the person who finally became the new master of the world turned out to be a social figure with a background as a small town official.

But looking at the history, this is actually not surprising. After all, slaves can become generals, and beggars can break the earth and become emperors. It can be seen that although a person's achievements are related to birth, they are not absolute. In short, this old gangster, who was already quite old when he debuted, finally succeeded in unifying the world and occupying the highest position in the mortal world.

However, it is easy to conquer the world, but difficult to defend it. Not only were there all kinds of power struggles, but even the old guy who had spent half his life in the army suddenly discovered that the brothers who conquered the world with him were not many celebrities who came from the so-called "high-ranking families, the homes of bells and dishes", but instead they were slaughtering pigs and dogs. Seniors abound. So much so that he was repeatedly banned from drinking and causing trouble, drawing swords and hitting pillars in court, which made him feel very depressed.

It was like this when you were not the emperor, and it is still like this after you become the emperor. Then isn't your position as emperor in vain? Fortunately, at this time, a former rites and music official who had defected to him for a long time appeared out of nowhere. After a few operations, he successfully persuaded the emperor and took the lead in formulating a rites and music that highlighted the ruler's tallness and dignity - —Probably just revising and revising it within the framework of the previous dynasty.

And when it was first implemented, the old gangster was shocked by it. Seeing the neat and orderly officials and guards, advancing and retreating in accordance with the requirements of etiquette, he couldn't help but sigh: Until today, I don't know the dignity of being an emperor.

Whether this rumor is true or false, and whether such a statement is actually true, future generations do not actually know. But if Zeus had a chance to hear this story, then he would definitely make the old guy a confidant, because he himself thought so at this moment.

Ever since he ascended the throne in his early years, the God-King has hardly spent a day without worrying about his future.

The shock given to him by the power of the original god at the turn of the era has never gone away, making him never feel at ease. It wasn't until he also mastered this power, as if a certain string in his heart relaxed, that Zeus finally felt at ease.

Although he was tricked by Erebus right after that, Zeus saw clearly the truth of the matter after being frightened and angry at the beginning.

The Lord of Darkness did not do it himself, but borrowed power that did not belong to him. This certainly made Zeus feel afraid, but it also proved something.

Just like as the God King, he can't actually do whatever he wants, maybe those primitive gods can't do whatever they want in the material world. If that were the case, a lot of things would make sense.

"I understand somewhat now, Zeferos."

Walking out of the depths of the island, the God King was wrapped in a loose robe.

The wind blew the nightgown rustling, and looking at this scene, the God of the West Wind was not surprised by this.

"It seems that you have seen another mystery that only the King of Gods can understand."

With his expression unchanged, Zheferos said respectfully.

"Hahahahaha... Yes, Zeferos. At least this time, this is something that only the God King can understand."

Smiling and shaking his head, Zeus was in a very good mood.

"I just gradually understood why my grandfather was so cruel to the Titans, and under what circumstances the gods of the previous generation chose to create humans."

"They didn't know what faith was at that time...but I guess they must have thought so at the time:"

Admiring the beautiful scenery of the rising sun, Zeus said in a strange tone:

"'Until today, I didn't understand the nobility of the gods.' Those Titan gods may not have said it out loud, but that's probably what they thought."

"Looking around, a world full of gods will make gods ordinary. Only through comparison can you gain happiness, and if there are only gods, this happiness will undoubtedly be greatly reduced. So on this basis, the gods created golden humans—— It was an extremely rare event in which almost all the gods participated.”

"...Yes, Your Majesty, you can always see things that others cannot see and get to the root of things."

Whispering, Zeferos also glanced at the sea.

Zeus was admiring the sun rising in the east, but he thought that there was a god there in that direction. He is still trapped and locked at the bottom of the ocean, suffering for his actions.

The reason why he created humans was probably not to gain a sense of superiority over mortals... But now he can only be locked under the Eye of the Sea and be tortured by the East China Sea day and night.

"It is said that Iapetus, the former God of Speech, also supported the creation of humans, even among the earliest batch, and his power happened to be the weakest among the Titans."

"But you are different, Your Majesty. The weak can only have ideas, but the strong can implement them. Iapitus and his descendants created the silver and bronze generations respectively, but only you are the real master of the world."

This time, Zeferos' words were more or less sincere, which was also the reason why he pursued power. In front of him, listening to the flattery of the God of the West Wind, Zeus couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

"Hahahahaha... That's what I like about you, Zeferos. Although I know you are flattering me, I just like to hear it."

As he said, Zeus didn't know that the God of West Wind was just saying nice things, but he was still very happy.

After all, other gods would never talk to him like this, especially those with medium or higher powers. In this way, Zephyros stood out.

So in the casual chat, time passed by. Until the night gradually faded and the sun shone in the east, Zeus finally seemed to remember something serious.

He summoned Zephyros today not to listen to his flattery - although it did make him happy - but he actually had other important things.

"Zephyros, my most trusted subordinate, you have always been loyal to me."

"So now, I have something for you to do."

Zeus narrowed his eyes and his expression became formal. And beside him, the god of the west wind immediately stated:

"Your Majesty, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you."

"Of course you can do it... Zephyros, you have a lot of believers, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, thanks to you, every god in Olympus has his own believers."

I don't know what Zeus means, but Zephyros nodded and admitted this obvious thing.

"Yes, everyone has it. It seems that anyone can try, but they are not as obedient as you."

Zephyros shook his head slightly, and he didn't intend to mention it more. He believed that time and interests would gradually change everything, and now, he just wanted to establish this common interest.

At that time, perhaps many Titan gods who he couldn't do anything about now would join his camp automatically without any action.

"Zephyros, you know, in recent years, as the gods have learned more and more about human beliefs, each of them has summed up a set of their own ways to gain faith. But in my opinion, in fact, this can be attributed to two manifestations: fear of the unknown and yearning for beauty."

"Precise explanation, Your Majesty."

Zephyros complimented again, and Zeus just waved his hand and continued:

"As gods, we want to make mortals afraid, that is a simple thing. But if we want to make them yearn for it, it's not that simple. So not long ago, I opened up a world in Mount Olympus to try to solve our problems."

"!"

The face changed, and the god of the west wind could hardly contain the surprise in his eyes. Opening up a world in Mount Olympus, and no one even noticed it before, is this the power of the God King?

"Don't be so surprised, it's not a difficult thing... But Zephyrus, what I want you to do is also related to that place."

Looking very casual, Zeus naturally attributed the existence of Asgard to himself and accepted the praise from his subordinates. Now that place has been swept away by him, there is no sign that anyone has ever existed, so Zeus is not afraid of being discovered.

But what he wants to say is not this, but another thing.

As early as when exploring this alien realm, although most of it has been destroyed, Zeus still found a somewhat useful existence. It seems to be the place where Odin's regret once lived, and it also appeared with the disappearance of his regret.

It was called "Hall of Valor" by the original residents of the realm of God, and through the murals in the palace, Zeus also understood its former use.

As the name suggests, this palace is the place where the gods of Asgard once cultivated human heroes, and it has the ability to nourish and maintain the spirit. So even though it can only retain a small number of Heroic Spirits, as long as it is carefully selected, it can ensure that each one has extraordinary combat power.

However, what Zeus needs is not a small number of Heroic Spirits that can fight. What he really wants to learn is how these Heroic Spirits are created. However, some things are not understood, and they will not be understood just because you are stronger. So Zeus did not learn that technology in the end, he just learned a little bit of fur from it.

At first, the God King was a little disappointed, he even? Reminded of Metis again - if she was still there, she might be able to analyze the secrets of the Heroic Spirit. However, not long after, when Themis left Olympus, Zeus suddenly realized that perhaps this fur was far more valuable than the real Heroic Spirit.

He did not lack some thugs, which had no real value to him.

"Zephyros, in that world I opened up, I gave it a special rule. There, souls after death can live like they did before they died - the only difference is that you can use your divine power to conjure up everything that mortals want, easily satisfying all their dreams without consuming too much power."

"Just like the sun." Pointing to the red sun rising in the distance, Zeus said with a smile. "People can see it as long as they look up."

"And a perfect America, a kingdom belonging to God, is also something that mortals can yearn for."

"... Your Majesty, so you want to prevent souls from returning to the spirit world and reincarnating?"

The tone was a little hesitant. Standing behind Zeus, Zephyros easily understood what Zeus meant.

What perfect America? Isn't this the same as the kingdom of Goddess of Law, which is said to be established in the spirit world?

When the news of the kingdom after death was spread among humans by Themis's followers, I don't know how many more believers she had. So this is certainly a good thing. It can definitely deepen the faith of mortals, but it will also bring disasters.

The God of the West Wind didn't know whether the God King could defeat the Lord of the Spirit World, but he was sure that it would be a very stupid thing to make an enemy of another primitive god in order to deepen the piety of mortals.

"Of course not, Zephyrus, don't be too rigid. You have to understand that we don't really want mortals to enjoy eternal beauty in the Kingdom of God - we just want them to think that they can do so."

With a smile on his lips, Zeus shook his head gently.

He didn't intend to snatch the ownership of the soul, which was actually useless to him. The faith generated by a simple spirit body is not as good as that in life, and he also understands the concerns of the God of the West Wind.

So Zeus was ready to further explain his behavior, but at this moment, the God King frowned suddenly, and he turned around and looked to the west.

Just now, he suddenly felt a warning from his heart.

"Your Majesty?"

"...Nothing. Something seems to have happened there. Wait here first, don't move."

"As for the Kingdom of God, I'll tell you when I come back--"

Boom--

Before Zeus finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the east of the earth.

A huge mouth opened in the earth, and flying stones rushed into the sky. Endless smoke and dust were lifted high up, and then drifted in the air, as if a layer of fog was cast over the place.

And at the end of the sight, a huge monster seemed to jump out of the earth, looming in the fog. With it came the announcement that spread throughout the world.

"It seems I don't need to go and see."

With a solemn expression, Zeus felt a familiar breath in that direction.

"It's you again... Mother Earth."

"I was wondering why you were quiet for so long. I was on guard against you at the beginning. But even you are not my opponent, what can the monster you gave birth to do to me?"

With a sneer, Zeus instantly recognized the identity of the person who emerged from the underground, because Gaia, who had been missing since the previous battle, seemed to be there at the moment.

Although he could not see clearly from a long distance, Zeus felt relieved when he felt the other party's presence.

The life that emerged from the underground did not have a very obvious divine power. It should not be a god, but a giant like the former one. But it was not surprising, his grandmother could always give birth to some strange lives, as if the primitive wilderness had never been reduced in her body.

"I'll go see what Gaia is going to do, and if necessary, I'll deal with it. As for you, Zephyrus."

Waving his hand, Zeus said lightly:

"Just watch from the side."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The God of the West Wind nodded from the heart.

At such times, he would never say "let's go together" to show his loyalty.

He might not be able to defeat the enemies that Zeus could defeat. He would be even less likely to defeat the opponents that Zeus could not defeat. The only thing he needed to do was to sing praises to the God King's might afterwards.

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Boom--

In an unnamed valley in the east of the earth, every movement of Typhus caused a collapse of a layer of strata or mountains.

Before, it just poked its head out a little, but its body was still under the earth.

'Some lives similar to that woman. '

One hundred pairs of eyes looked at this strange world, and Typhus saw many lives that looked similar to Gaia, but they were so weak. He didn't even do anything but just looked at them, and they were shattered into a mass of flesh and blood, and then burned into slag by the flames.

Most of these tiny lives fled in all directions, but some did something that made Typhus a little strange. They held some small metal products, shouted at themselves, and even charged - and then of course, they did not last longer under Typhon's gaze.

"Strange life."

Shaking his head, when Typhon came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the woman who claimed to be his creator had disappeared. But he also noticed that something was approaching him in the east.

"Another 'god'?"

They seemed to call themselves that, 'god', 'king of gods', all like that.

"But no matter what it is..."

Two hundred eyes looked at the newcomer, and Typhon struggled hard. With the vibration of the continental plate, its body finally crawled out of the stratum.

Without resting, and without the need to rest, Typhon opened his mouth and bit the newcomer.

If you want to talk to it, then take its move first!