Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Although he said this, Bai, who had just been born, obviously still couldn't understand the inner difference.

What Ryan wanted her to decide was actually the power that prompted the birth of these dragons, but she obviously understood it wrong. She believed that what she had to decide was what they looked like, which was what 'what kind of dragon' meant.

So she started to look around and observed the furnishings in the hall.

The towering pillars are engraved with ancient patterns, and the creations born in the last era contain the atmosphere of time. If she were a time dragon, she would probably like this kind of thing very much, but as the supreme master of the spiritual realm, Bai just glanced at them and passed them directly.

Then there are tables and chairs, stone sculptures, incense, ornaments, or cups and lamps. Each of these things has its own beauty, but they undoubtedly require a life with enough experience to appreciate the skills and art contained within them. As a newly born dragon, Bai's aesthetics is obviously still very simple and crude, so she once again passed by these "not very attractive" things.

Finally, perhaps due to some kind of nature in her blood, when Bai's eyes swept across a relief on the wall, she visibly paused her head.

There, some shining gems glowed brightly, pure elemental power emanating from them. The strength and aesthetics matched, which made Bai fall in love with them immediately.

"I want this."

With a formal expression, Bai pointed at the various types of gems with his right hand.

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After a moment of silence, facing the silver eyes of the young dragon, Ryan realized his mistake. It seemed that the other party did not understand what he meant at all. But after glancing at the decorative gems, he nodded.

These gems are creations formed by the condensed power of elements. Since Bai chose them, just think that she chose the elements they represent. Add a little spiritual power and that's enough.

So Ryan reached out and pointed, and the gems on the wall fell down.

There are many of them, but they are roughly divided into five categories, namely amethyst, blue diamond, crystal, topaz and jade. Different elemental atmospheres surround the gems, some are single and some are mixed.

They fell into the middle of the dragon eggs, each looking for some to merge into. The next moment, the power that isolated the dragon eggs from interacting with the outside world also disappeared. They began to be affected by the environment and undergo different changes.

In the surrounding void, elemental power mixed with a little spiritual aura began to flow into the dragon egg. The previous gems were the seeds that guided the elements into categories.

However, unlike the previous two dragon eggs, these ordinary dragons do not have the ability to be born naturally, and their nature does not support them to do so. After all, these dragons are closer to real life, unlike the other two extraordinary ones. Like dragons, they are naturally close to time and soul.

Therefore, the power of life is also added to it, affecting the direction of some changes. They will reproduce through normal means, so there will be more than one dragon of each type. Under the influence of external forces, they are divided into two sexes, with different numbers.

Of course, just like how much Bai was affected by the spiritual world, these dragons will also be changed to a certain extent. Their personalities may be deflected, and it is difficult to define them in terms of worldly goodness or evil.

"By the way, there's also this."

"I wiped them out naturally, so I have to make up for them later in life."

Suddenly remembering something, Ryan waved his hand and pulled the words and memories from the spiritual world over, and mixed them into the dragon egg together with the spiritual breath.

A name is an important part of a life's 'existence'. Originally, all dragons had a natural name, which came from the depths of their bloodline, the dragon king Nidhogg who created them. In this way, the black dragon can deepen the connection with his descendants. In turn, his descendants can also obtain the knowledge left by their ancestors in their blood through this name, so that dragons can survive better in the new world. Propagate.

However, those transformed by the spirit world have obviously lost this ability, and Ryan does not need to let them inherit what the black dragon intentionally left in the bloodline. Since they don't have an innate name, just give them an extra one.

"Okay, now that you have chosen the form for them, you will be responsible for taking care of their birth."

Everything was almost ready, Ryan took back his right hand. Compared to Bai, who can be accelerated by the power of time, the Time Dragon has to actually experience enough time, so there is no need to wait.

Looking at Bai Bai who was looking forward to it, Ryan finally warned:

"But also remember to give yourself a formal name. This is very important."

"All right."

Shaking his head indifferently, the young dragon flew to the middle of the group of dragon eggs. She rested on top of the tallest egg, as if they were all surrounding her.

The sun in the outside world has risen, but the crescent moon in the spiritual world has not changed much. But vaguely, an inexplicable atmosphere filled the air.

It seems that since the day the era changed, the world has never been peaceful.

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On the earth, the sun is rising.

"Sir Ender, please come in."

In a spacious courtyard in Jumu Town, a middle-aged man who looked obviously tired welcomed Ander into his home.

It has been several years since the Creator left, and those in high positions among humans have gradually begun to get rid of the old rules and order.

Some of them are no longer satisfied with the past, but are trying to classify them in various aspects, as is the case in the courtyard in front of them.

Different from the small courtyard where Ander once lived, this spacious courtyard was filled with decorations, flowers, and some things that couldn't be named, but they were a little deliberate. Ender felt that the simple cups and cups in Lane's courtyard had more charm.

There is nothing that can be done about this. Due to the low artistic level of the Bronze Age, these things do not reflect any sense of beauty, but if they are just to separate them from ordinary people's residences, the effect is remarkable.

If there is no impending disaster, perhaps in a few decades, primitive small estates will be developed among humans. But now, I'm afraid there is no such opportunity.

"Tell me, why are you calling me here so urgently?"

Today's wilderness is not peaceful. The two places are only a few days away, but it is easy to encounter ferocious beasts on the road.

However, Ander, who came in a hurry, seemed more calm than the owner here, and did not feel tired at all. Although more than ten years had not brought about any change in Ender's appearance, his temperament was completely different.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ender, that's it."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly with some caution in his words.

"I heard that you have some extraordinary abilities?"

"If you're talking about the little tricks that aid the repertoire, that's true."

Nodding, Ender didn't hide it. In fact, there is nothing to hide.

He did learn a special skill called 'meditation', but that was all. Simply increasing his mental power would not show any obvious characteristics, and he was not qualified to use that special wood carving yet.

As for those so-called 'little tricks', they actually use mental power to pry the strings of the magic net everywhere, and then have some abilities such as controlling fire and water, and healing minor wounds. Even if there is no magic power, it still does not affect the spiritual control of the elements.

If a hundred years had passed like this, Ender might still be able to summarize something from it and create some crude spells on his own, but right now, these abilities were not as harmful as the damage he could do by violently attacking others with his mental power.

But this is also the reason why no one paid attention to these abilities before. After all, Ender's methods, which are more similar to performances, don't look like a transcendent path.

What’s more, today’s human beings don’t yet have the concept of a transcendent path.

"Then let me tell you straight, Mr. Ender, we need your help."

With a solemn expression, the middle-aged man sighed.

"I don't know why, but recently in Jumu Town, many people have suddenly become weak, unable to eat, and coughing and wheezing. At first, everyone didn't pay attention to these, and just thought it was because of fatigue, as you know , in recent years, life has become increasingly difficult for everyone."

Ender just nodded and didn't react.

Although he was still kind in his heart, Ender no longer believed the words of these priests.

Perhaps because of the loss of the divine gift, ordinary people's lives are indeed not easy, but this does not include the person in front of them.

"If this is all, it's actually nothing. They are just weak and nothing further has happened." In front of Ander, the middle-aged man continued: "But we soon discovered that this symptom can spread. of."

"At first it was just a few people, then dozens, then hundreds. We couldn't see the pattern of its spread at all. It seemed that as long as anyone lived in this town, there was a possibility that it would come to their door."

"So, you don't know how to solve it, and even you are infected with this unknown thing, so you think of me?"

Frowning his brows, Ender couldn't help but say.

"But why do you think I can solve this problem?"

"What? I got this too?!"

However, as soon as Ander finished speaking, the middle-aged man in front of him was greatly surprised. Apart from being a little tired, he felt nothing at all.

"If the thing you are talking about is the same as what I 'saw', then you are probably infected, but it has not yet taken effect. Just like the toxins of some beasts, maybe this thing has been dormant for a longer time."

Under the induction of spiritual power, Ender discovered that the other party was abnormal. There was a substance in his breath and body that didn't look very healthy.

"Huh, Mr. Ander, I didn't have high hopes at first, but now, you can just 'see' the existence of these things, which is already a good start."

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man forced a smile and said.

"Then let's go and take me to see the others."

He said in a deep voice, although Ender didn't know what this kind of thing was, he could block its approach as long as he used his mental power to pry the wind element in the magic net around his body, so he wasn't very afraid of this unknown thing. substance.

However, others obviously cannot do this kind of thing, so he still needs to have a deeper understanding of the rules and sources of the spread of this kind of thing.

Although the lives of humans who are contaminated with this kind of thing are not in danger now, it does not mean that they will not be in the future.

In the past, Ender had witnessed a human who had been invaded by chronic toxins and died in pain after wailing for a week. This shocked him greatly at the time.

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"Air, this substance can travel through the air."

"Not only that, but it can also stick to food and water sources."

After visiting three places, Ender gradually discovered the commonality of this special existence. They seemed to exist in different types, but no matter which one they were, they could not be observed with the naked eye. Even his spirit could only 'see' their existence, but could not understand their characteristics in a deeper way.

Ender didn't know whether this was because his spiritual level was not high enough and he had not reached the 'transcendent' realm described in the information in the wood carvings, or because this kind of thing could not be understood in the first place, but now, he could not solve them from the source.

"I can only say that it seems to be afraid of flames, maybe because of the power of the holy fire. Boil food and water with flames, and this kind of thing will be destroyed. But other than that, I can't do anything about it."

Shaking his head slightly, Ender finally suggested:

"Try to keep the sick person as far away from other people as possible. If the distance is far enough, the spread should not be effective."

“What about those of us who have already contracted it?”

His expression changed again, but the middle-aged man who had been following Ender for a long time still tried his best to remain calm.

"Don't you priests claim to be entrusted by the Creator to protect and control the power of the Holy Fire?"

"Since this unknown substance is afraid of flames, maybe the holy fire can solve this problem."

After thinking for a while, Ender finally gave a reasonably feasible answer.

However, upon hearing these words, the middle-aged man's expression was not good-looking at all. Others don't know, but he still knows very well that any human being can receive the Holy Fire, but no one can really control its power.

The priest’s so-called ‘protection and use’ is just another kind of deception.

"Thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Ender, but please don't talk nonsense about today's matter."

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man finally thanked him. He didn't have high hopes for inviting Ender here, but the result was already very satisfactory to him.

But why the other party could see this substance made him a little concerned. Before, he didn't pay much attention to Ender's unique ability, but now, he found that he seemed to have underestimated it.

"It doesn't matter, I just hope this trouble can be solved as soon as possible."

He sighed, but no one had died from it so far. Ender, who had never seen the plague before, didn't think it was a big disaster. After saying hello, he turned and left.

After all, he was not proficient in herbal medicine. The other party invited him here with the intention of giving it a try, and his little extraordinary power was not enough to do anything about it.

When he was still a child, although Ender learned a lot of mortal knowledge and learned a lot of old history, he only learned 'meditation', the only thing involving the supernatural, from Ryan. Although this is the basis of everything, there is obviously not enough time for him to develop now.

Holding the puppet left behind by Ryan, an intuition suddenly came to Ender's heart.

"Maybe I should learn something else."

Since the departure of the Creator, the world has become increasingly unstable. In a short period of time, he would not be able to reach the realm of 'extraordinary' and 'legendary' that the wood carving said. Perhaps he should also learn some swordsmanship as a self-protection skill.

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Disasters spread across the world, and with the integration into human society, strands of power of faith were born, eventually falling on their source.

Compared to what true believers worship, or as the source of human knowledge and civilization like the [Civilization Slate], this belief that comes from disaster is undoubtedly insignificant. Its only advantage is that as long as there are more intelligent life on the earth, it will continue to rise steadily, unlike the great fluctuations of mortal beliefs.

However, there are actually two sources of disasters in the world - one is the gods of the underworld. They symbolize objective disasters. After all, they already exist and just came to the world through this opportunity.

The other is the introduction to everything, the woman who opened the magic jar with her own hands. She represents man-made disasters, disasters caused by humans themselves.

At this moment, Pandora, who was walking on the western land with Epimetheus, noticed this strange force that ignored the distance and came to her across half a continent.

"What's this?"

It was as if I could hear the whispers of living beings, the pain of illness, and the fear of facing disaster. Surrounded by these false illusions, Pandora couldn't help but shrink down and hug the magic jar in her arms.

On the side, the God of Hindsight glanced at her with a look of understanding.

He knew this scene would happen sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

"That is faith. Gods can become more powerful because of it, but I suggest you not to touch it casually, otherwise I cannot guarantee the consequences."

"Why?"

Looking at the surrounding influences, Pandora never thought that it was through these terrible things that God became stronger?

Thinking of the magnificent hall and the majestic God King when she was born, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of contrast, just like the contrast her husband had given her one after another.

"Because your essence is not a god after all, and this cannot be changed."

"Pandora, as the first woman in the world, your body before birth was just an ordinary stone. It became extraordinary because it carried the divine objects taken by my father. Although this makes you born with a weak divinity, it does not Can’t help you absorb faith.”

As an assistant in the creation of man, Epimetheus has an extremely deep understanding of faith. This kind of power can indeed quickly help the gods accumulate divine power, and can even break the upper limit of the priesthood with a steady stream of faith. However, the prerequisite for doing this is that you must have the priesthood.

No matter how bad it is, it must be a "regional" existence similar to a regional god, with a similar priesthood. Without such a medium, directly absorbing the power of faith is completely asking for death. Just like directly contacting the origin of the priesthood, becoming a madman is the best end.

Of course, ordinary beings cannot perceive faith. Only those beings who are born with divinity, or who condense themselves after acquisition, can do so. The latter does not exist in this world yet, and the former are all descendants of gods or gods. Existences like Pandora are actually extremely rare.

"But what about this clay pot? Doesn't the content inside it say that it can 'change the impossible'?"

Surrounded by what was considered a 'turbulent' faith to her, Pandora was a little out of breath.

But looking at the exquisite pottery pot covered with patterns in her hands, she couldn't help but feel a little hopeful.

"I don't know, or I am more inclined to think that it is something related to fate. It allows you to encounter a way out accidentally, rather than a universal wishing machine."

Making his judgment, Epimetheus looked at his 'wife'.

"But I'm not sure. Would you like to try and make a wish to it to get a way to use these beliefs?"

For this magic jar, the God of Hindsight doesn't know what he needs to use it. Since Pandora wants to try it, let her try it.

".good."

Biting her lip, Pandora would not be affected if she could not feel faith. If she could use them with her priesthood like a real god, she would also be happy with the existence of faith, but the current situation is really difficult for her to accept.

So Pandora closed her eyes silently and prayed in her heart, hoping that this clay pot could help her achieve her wish.

However, a period of time passed, and in the expectant eyes of the hind-awakened person, nothing happened.

"It seems that making a wish is of no use, even if you are a human and its legal user."

Somewhat disappointed, at this time, Epimetheus recognized Pandora's identity as a human being.

However, if you think about it carefully, the late-awakened person is not surprised by this result. After all, it is a treasure involving destiny, and it is normal for it to be difficult to use.

"Let's go. I can't take away your faith. If you really can't handle it, just let it stay like this. As long as you don't take the initiative to contact them, there won't really be any bad consequences. "

"I see."

Nodding, the woman who brought disaster to mankind had nothing to do. She had no choice but to ignore those false illusions and continue to follow Epimetheus without end.

The figures of the two people gradually disappeared at the end, and the wish they just made seemed to be just a joke. But unknown to her, when Pandora made a wish, the trajectory of her destiny was indeed changed, but no one knew the trajectory.

Even in the dark, a corresponding disaster once again struck Pandora.

This is fate. The god of prophecy is unwilling to predict himself, because when you observe him, he also observes you; the person who gives the gift is unwilling to use it personally, because as much as you ask from him, you will definitely give. How many.

But just like two generations of god-kings who failed in the face of fate, for Him, nothing is 'impossible'.