Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Across the vast distance, across the emptiness between worlds, no one knows everything that happened in the world of Hermenu.

On Mount Olympus, the King of Gods had long forgotten the human woman. Although he is still very young among the gods, compared to humans, Io is just an insignificant embellishment in his long life.

Now, as the seasons change and time passes, he puts all his attention on the earth and around Apollo who is about to reach Delphi.

Because Gaia is about to wake up, the throbbing feeling coming from the earth has become more and more intense. Only if Apollo and Aphrodite return before then can half of Zeus's royal power ceremony be completed. At that time, he can initially possess the power to surpass the gods and have the ability to fight against the Earth Mother on Mount Olympus. of certainty.

In this case, Yi'e's existence has naturally been forgotten by him long ago.

However, there is more than Olympus in the world, just as there are more than new generations of mankind. When the God King's attention was all focused on the present, in the north of the Eastern Continent, in the same time as Apollo approached the Delphi Plain, a true 'burnt offering' took place again since the birth of mankind.

Flesh is sacrificed to God, and God accepts it. Maybe it was destined, or maybe he saw his destiny unintentionally. In short, just as Ryan had expected, Ender was finally taught what reality was by the world and was forced to recognize its true face. (See 3-36)

Fortunately, because of a slight difference in his thoughts, although he had lost the best ending, there was still a slightly inferior one.

…

Dozens of people gathered around the temporary high platform built with earth and rocks. They lit a fire, tied the captured wolf to the altar, and then retreated slightly.

Under their gaze, the sturdy middle-aged man held a dagger with a familiar style. He walked up to the altar step by step, and looked into the sacrifice's fierce eyes that were filled with internal stubble.

"Pfft——"

"Ouch——"

The next moment, the sharp dagger stabbed mercilessly into the jackal's back. Hot blood surged out of it, causing the tied beast to howl in pain. Its limbs struggled desperately, but it was restrained and had no ability to resist.

The place was quiet, and the birds seemed unwilling to come near it. Only the rustling of the leaves in the wind, mixed with the breath of the crowd, accompanied the howling of the wild wolves.

"laugh--"

The second knife was expressionless, fast and accurate. Colon cut off the wolf's left claw directly.

The wolf's claws fell to the ground with a snapping sound. Colon bent down, picked up the bloody limb, and threw it into the burning flames ahead. In a burst of crackling sound, he and the crowd of onlookers watched it gradually turn into charcoal.

"Ouch..."

The flames were burning, but blood was still pouring out from the wounds on the sacrifice's body. As the blood gradually drained away, the howling gradually weakened. On this temporary altar made of earth and stone, the fierce predator slowly lost its life.

But under the gaze of everyone, Cologne did not rush to take the next step. He just continued to look at the desperate eyes of the wild wolf before he died.

The beast's eyes reflected Cologne's figure, and through the other person's eyes, he seemed to feel the painful pain.

No, not as if. Some kind of invisible connection connected the two sides. At this moment, Cologne felt the same as the sacrifice in front of him. Despair and weakness, the feeling of life gradually passing away, all of this seemed to happen to him. But he just moved the corners of his mouth and had no other reaction.

Given enough time, you will get used to everything, and the same goes for pain. So Cologne watched quietly until the last drop of blood drained from the sacrifice and was tied stiffly to the shelf.

"puff--"

In the final step, Colon extended his hand. He dug out the eyes from the wolf corpse and placed them on a small silver plate. The stinging sensation in his eyes did not move him. He just placed the silver plate by his side, and then pushed hard against the wooden frame where the wolf corpse was bound.

The wooden frame fell into the fire and was burned by the flames along with the wolf corpse. The thick smoke gradually ignited, and in a place invisible to ordinary people, strands of blood surged into the sky and disappeared into a mysterious place.

At the same time, some kind of power that seemed to have been hanging over the crowd seemed to dissipate, and a sincere feeling of relief struck the hearts of everyone around them.

"The sacrifice is completed... Before these eyes become corrupted, we will not encounter any more 'accidents'."

Placing the silver plate on the altar, Colon turned around and looked at the crowd surrounding him.

Over the years, the number of immigrants from the Bronze Age has decreased significantly. Of course, there is no need to talk about the dead ones, but few of the living ones are intact.

In addition to the injuries caused by fighting wild beasts, there are many very similar wounds on their bodies. But other than that, they showed no obvious signs of aging.

Somehow, there seemed to be some power that helped them prolong their lives, but at the same time, it also brought disaster to them.

"Your Excellency Cologne, although the most basic 'blood sacrifice' has ended, but..."

Someone in the crowd whispered. He didn't finish his words, but Cologne immediately understood what he meant.

Basic sacrifices are just to protect oneself, but more advanced burnt offerings can allow people to gain more. In fact, although Cologne hated something that should have died long ago, now, they couldn't live without it.

Life and strength, two of the things mortals long for most, can be easily obtained by offering sacrifices. What's more, decades later, the wilderness has become dangerous again, and they are far from enough to survive on this land by themselves.

"I see……"

After pondering for a moment, Cologne said decisively:

"Then continue to prepare. The target is the herd we discovered before."

"good!"

After hearing this, everyone agreed in unison, and then went separately to do the part of the things they were responsible for. This is not the first time for hunting like this, and people are already familiar with it.

Soon, only Cologne was left at the temporary altar.

"call--"

"It's a bit urgent..."

He turned around and looked at the altar behind him. Although there had never been any substantial communication, in recent days, Cologne had vaguely noticed that 'it' seemed to have an increasing demand for sacrifices.

It's not that the 'appetite' has increased, but just like the method of physical exercise can 'breakthrough', it seems that recently, 'it' is also undergoing a different kind of 'breakthrough'.

As for what will happen after this 'breakthrough' is over, that is not something Cologne can know.

"But no matter what it is, it doesn't matter... This is nothing I can change now."

The most fundamental reason why everyone dispersed, setting up traps and baits, and left him alone was because everyone knew that this seemingly ordinary sacrifice was actually a kind of spiritual insecurity, and he should have enough. Time for rest.

However, Cologne did not have such a big reaction to this. It's just the pain that a sacrifice has experienced. Maybe in the beginning, he would really wail and turn pale, but in recent years, he has become accustomed to it.

The human spirit is like this. Whenever you think you have reached your limit, you are actually far from the real limit. But in the past, Cologne never believed that he could turn a blind eye to the pain of having his heart and eyes gouged out.

"Haha, what a blessing... Can a sudden act of kindness actually protect you until now?"

Smiling to himself, Cologne sat by the burning fire, looking at the carbonized sacrifice in a daze. To be honest, he did regret it, but it was not that he regretted not being a good person, but that he failed to see the true identity of the person who came to stay that night and make the right decision.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his choice, nor did he think Ender's approach was really the right one. In this world, there are many kind-hearted people like Ender, but they are basically dead. Even the immortal gods and former creators have already paid the price.

It is certainly the arrogance of wisdom for him to let mankind learn to deceive, but it is also his love for his own creation that he steals fire for mankind. But human beings cannot escape death after all, and he himself is imprisoned forever.

Kindness did not bring them any benefits, and even brought them more disasters, and Ender was an exception only because of his luck.

If that night, the god who unexpectedly came to the world had a thought, and he changed places and came to the city of bronze humans, then Ender would only be an ordinary mortal, not even comparable to the 'craftsman' at that time. Cologne.

At that time, maybe his kindness will become his talisman.

"So, this is God, this is power."

Under the dim light of the fire, Cologne's face was hidden in the shadows, but no one in the world today has heard of gods born the day after tomorrow. The only possible exception is the person he wants to sacrifice.

This is the helplessness of mortals... You may have many ideas, but your strength is not enough to complete them.

Just like now, the only example of a mortal becoming a god is right next to him, but he can't do anything. Cologne could only watch as the opponent continued to move forward, watching the opponent become more and more like a real 'god'.

"...it's time to do my thing"

After a long time, he stood up from the ground and Cologne's figure disappeared into the dense forest. In place, only the crackling sound of the fire shadow was left, which lasted for a long time.

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salsa——

In the gap between the spiritual world and the real world, in a temporary space composed of the power of faith, the sound of sparse friction kept ringing.

The outside world is offering sacrifices, and the owner of this small temporary space that was recently opened is naturally not idle either. He is the 'god' here, and the object of sacrifice is naturally him. Although his 'god' currently only has a narrow space of more than ten meters in radius, this does not prevent him from accepting the power brought by the sacrifice.

So when the sacrifice was killed in a specific way, strands of red mist floated into it along the invisible connection. They overflowed around, dyeing the space red, and in the center, the mist solidified to the extreme, faintly forming the image of a 'person'.

The figure seems to be 'breathing', exhaling red mist between exhalations and inhalations, and some mysterious transformation occurs subsequently. The mist thinned a little, but the existence of the human form changed in some way in the process. He silently became more 'real'.

After a long time, the red mist dissipated, and the dark tones returned to the space. Only the center revealed a figure that was glowing with silver. Without the cover of the red mist, the original image of the figure was finally revealed, but if you look carefully, you can still see a few dark red marks on his body.

Different from the previous red mist, these marks are like gangrene attached to the bones, not moving at all under the wash of silver light, and even tending to merge with it.

"Huh - so this is the meaning of the warning left by Mr. Lane in the puppet... Never use it before entering the realm of [Legend]. It's not that you can't use it, but because for mortal things, 'faith' has 'Poisonous'."

A hoarse voice came out, or in other words, it was not a sound made by the body, but some kind of mental fluctuation. Ender opened his eyes and looked at the narrow space. A hint of cruelty flashed through him, but he quickly suppressed it.

He had moved as far away from faith as possible, and like those fears and awes that came from the Bronze Men, he had not absorbed them in the first place, but had stored them away.

Even now, they are only used by Ender to build this small illusory space, anchored in the vast spiritual world, and serve as his temporary area of ​​activity.

But some things are irreversible. When he was killed as a person who had not yet set foot in the extraordinary realm, some choices were destined to be irreversible. When Ender woke up from the pain of being killed and the short-term revenge, he realized a problem - he could not continue like this.

The puppet saved his soul, but it would not provide him with further qualifications. Directly absorbing faith is a way to die. Even with the help of puppets, Anderben has to advance to [Legendary] before he can come into contact with this power. And he couldn't even grow in an alternative way like other beings in the spiritual world, because the puppet saved him and locked him. Ender couldn't go anywhere until he completely 'accommodated' the things inside. Even this temporary space cannot be far away from the puppets.

Faced with this desperate situation, Ender could only start to save himself after being depressed for a period of time. Fortunately, when he existed in this special spirit form, and with the help of some special perspectives of the puppet, he gradually discovered a special phenomenon. For living beings, the soul and the body are dualistic, interdependent, mutually transformable, and can also influence each other.

They are all part of [life]. Although they are divided into two, there are still some mysterious connections between the two. The former can draw strength from the latter, and the latter will also be subtly influenced by the former. This is why the body needs to eat, but the soul does not, because the soul body may be illusory, but it can make material flesh and blood become nutrients, supporting it to think and be active.

Ender didn't know that in fact, the Lord of Darkness was the first to discover this wonderful connection as early as the previous era. He even thought for a time that this was a way for the spiritual world to use souls to sow seeds and harvest the power of the world. Later, he also relied on this connection between [Life] and [Life] to incorporate the power of darkness into the souls of the Silver Generation bit by bit. At this moment, this discovery only gave Ender another hope, a way to advance to [Legendary] even in his current spiritual state, and then accommodate the puppets.

It's just that this 'shortcut' in a certain sense has brought him some trouble.

"Sure enough, since there is such a mysterious connection between the body and the soul, it is impossible for the soul to have no influence on the body... Even if I have tried my best to choose imbecile beasts, their emotions before death still affect it. I."

Feeling the violent emotions welling up in his heart from time to time, Ander smiled bitterly but didn't know what to say. He hinted that the Bronze Immigrant offered sacrifices in the same way as when he died, and also asked the sacrificer to share the feelings of the sacrifice before death. Although there was some revenge in it, in fact, he was mostly just using this method. Reduce the impact of the blood in the sacrifice on him.

But no matter how small the influence is, it is still an influence. Without the immortal nature of the gods, it was extremely rare for Ender to remain sane despite being exposed to this level of power at a level of no more than fourth level.

"But soon, I will be able to become a [Legend] in a while... At that time, according to the information left in the puppet, as long as I have enough faith, I can use it to build a 'country' and become the bearer with me." The container of authority then ascends into the depths of the spiritual world and becomes an eternal god.”

Taking a deep breath, Ander shook his head slightly. He didn't know what the future would be like, so now he could only choose to close his eyes and meditate.

This was the only way he could combat the emotional effects of blood, and although it could only alleviate it, it was indeed very effective.

"But I don't know... is Mr. Lane there too?"

No one could answer him, and he was still the only one in the empty small space. Now, Ander just hopes to take that step as soon as possible before he is completely lost in this emotion. In fact, he already felt that he was far more cold and heartless than before.

However, even he himself did not notice that if it were the original him, he might have stopped when he first discovered that this kind of sacrifice would affect his spirit. After all, being attached to a puppet is not something else. A kind of immortality.

But now, after the first time, he is eager for the next time, holding on to a lucky mentality, thinking that this impact can be avoided.

As for whether it can be avoided...only time will tell the answer.

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"Another piece of the puzzle."

The fifth level of the spiritual world is as chaotic as the sea.

When Ender looked at the bronze remnant in his own small space, Ryan was naturally looking at him from a place higher than him.

It's just different from what Ender thought. This 'teacher' who had taught him for a period of time never recognized this student. As Ryan himself said, when he handed the puppet into Ender's hands, the fate of both parties became clear. It's over.

Whether Ender can make it to the end is actually not important. What is important is that he has verified many of Ryan's conjectures with practice.

He was just a test subject. Of course, being chosen for this experiment was an opportunity that countless creatures in the world could only dream of. Now, although the other party failed to seize the opportunity well, they completed the experiment well from another angle.

He confirmed Ryan's ideas from two aspects. Even if this illusory belief space is just a prototype, through it, Ryan can already prove that there is nothing wrong with his approach.

Constructing a kingdom with faith as a substitute for mortals to carry the godhead allows them to obtain this false ‘qualification’. This is not a true ascension to the gods, because once you lose your faith, the mortal things that become gods will lose everything. It is so easy, yet so controlled by external things. But in any case, its existence can not only arouse mortals' desire to become gods, but also effectively use their hands to complete the structure of the fifth level of the spiritual world.

Maybe it's a little early, but it doesn't matter. What happened with Yi'e gave Ryan a vague premonition that maybe at some point in the future, he wouldn't have much energy to focus on the mortal world. Therefore, it is not a bad idea to do some things in advance.

so……

"Come--"

Following Ryan's clear drink, a missing corner of the [Civilization Slate] appeared in a certain hall.

It fell in front of Ryan, rising and falling, but Ryan just stretched out his hand and gave it a weak shake.

The next moment, many lights and shadows jumped out from it. There were ships and chess pieces that Ender had seen before, as well as looms and livestock, virtual images that he had never seen before but were closely related to civilization. As early as the last era, when the Golden Man King obtained knowledge from the stone slabs in the Temple of Severaz, they were quietly conceived along with the development of mankind. But now, they are already qualified seeds.

These 'seeds' gathered in front of Ryan, forming another imitation clay tablet in front of the [Civilization Slate] that had become a little more illusory. But to a real god, its existence seems a bit 'empty'.

Its power is superficial, but its inner strength is not so substantial.

"Unlike the Code, each part of you must grow on its own, and then eventually return to you... As for this part, since it can change the fate of mortal things, let's call it [The Clay Tablet of Destiny]."

Holding the clay tablet, Ryan threw it lightly. The next moment, the clay tablet crossed the space and landed somewhere in the fifth spiritual world.

The palace was born out of nothing, the clay tablet fell in the middle, and then thousands of streams of light radiated from it. They passed through five layers of time and space barriers and fell into the vast world according to their fateful connection.

The Godhead is the most brilliant crystal, and the Kingdom of God is the star in the sky. At this moment, from a mortal perspective, stars were falling like rain again in the sky. But this time, it does not bring disaster, but a different kind of vitality.

"Another starfall... The last time it was the Golden Age, it seemed to herald their end, so what will happen this time?"

Looking at the beautiful scenery he created, Ryan smiled and said nothing. At this moment, he seemed to vaguely see something.

But that's all in the future. As for now, these ‘stars’ falling into the sky...

Different from before, this time, the stars in the sky will rise as many as they fall. In the age of mythology, the Olympus family was never the only one speaking.