Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Outside the world, the true name of the new god has been spread throughout the world, but in the hall, an intense operation is still going on.

Queen Rhea held her newly born child in her arms and looked anxiously at the maid who had been waiting for a long time.

"Come on, come on, get it!"

With a pale face, but with a hint of urgency, the Queen took the stone from the hands of the White Oak Goddess.

She once thought about giving birth to a child somewhere other than the Holy Mountain, but Cronus obviously did not give her this opportunity. Fortunately, considering that he was in his own territory, the God-King waited politely outside the main hall.

But when the Son of God was born, Rhea knew that he would be the first to walk in.

"Your Highness."

The Oak Goddess took out the stone prepared in advance, and Rhea took it in her hand. She used her magical power to change the shape of the stone so that it looked similar to the baby in her arms.

But this alone is not enough. Rhea also needs to make it possess 'life' and be infected with the breath of the new god. So she closed her eyes and cruelly slashed the baby's chest.

The newborn god howled loudly, causing the thunder from the outside world to become more and more rapid, but Rhea could not care less about her heartache. She quickly dropped the blood from the baby's heart on the golden apple, and then covered him with a roll of gray cloth.

"Take him away," she said, "to the sea, the domain of my eldest brother Oceanus."

"Except for the mother goddess whose attitude is wavering, he is the only being in the world today who is willing to fight against the God King. You tell him that Cronus' pursuit of divine power will not end here. If he still wants to keep the authority of the sea, if He wants to take more rights from the new king, so this is the best opportunity."

Seeing the White Oak Goddess nodding in agreement, Rhea finally looked at the baby in her hands. She was a little reluctant to part with him, but still handed him to her maid.

She did not do this when Poseidon was born because his priesthood was inherently associated with the sea. [Storm] and [Tsunami] will make Ocean God reject him, and [Earthquake] will make Mountain God and Mother Earth hate him, but Zeus is different.

He has a powerful clergy, and there is only a clerical conflict with the god-king's helper, the weather god Cleos. Even if it is to leave a backup, the Ocean God System will definitely accept him.

"move!"

"As you command, Your Highness."

Slightly bending her knees, the White Oak Goddess took the baby and left in a hurry.

Watching the other person's back as he left, Rhea didn't stop what he was doing. The God King had already entered the palace, and the sound of his undisguised footsteps could be heard.

"Fate is on my side and I will succeed."

After saying something silently, Rhea blended the golden apple with the stone in front of her. The divine fruit blended into it and turned into Shiying's heart, emitting a powerful beating sound.

The rock has been burned by the sun without deterioration, and has been washed day and night by the power of the Queen of Gods. It has already produced divine power. When the golden apple containing the divine blood of Zeus merges with it, it seems to be alive, and it exudes an aura belonging to the gods.

"Tap-ta-"

The footsteps of the God King were approaching. Rhea didn't have time to think too much. She wrapped the swaddling clothes she had prepared in advance on the stone and covered it with cloth. She held the 'baby' in her arms, then closed her eyes, waiting for the fate to be pronounced.

"tread--"

The footsteps stopped in front of the bed.

Cronus looked at his wife in front of him. She held the baby in her arms with her back turned to herself as if guarding against an enemy.

The God King was a little sad and a little regretful. As her own divine queen, Rhea could not understand him after all. Little did she know that every time Cronus saw his offspring, the last curse of the Heavenly Father would linger in his ears.

"He is waiting for me, waiting in the sky. He is at the top, waiting for me to go to the bottom."

Memories flashed through his mind, and the God King shook his head slightly, as if to shake these things out of his mind. If possible, he didn't want to do this, but fate is so ruthless.

If he can defeat fate, the God-King swears that the laws of this world will be his next target of revenge.

No one can control the fate of a king, not even the world itself.

"What is Meliades here for?"

Standing in front of the bed, the God King asked.

On the sacred mountain, he could naturally feel the traces of the White Oak Goddess. The other party left in a hurry just now, and he was a little curious about what she did.

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However, facing the God King's inquiry, Rhea, who was lying on her side, said nothing.

"Well, since you don't want to say it, just let her go."

Shaking his head, Cronus knew that Rhea didn't want to pay attention to him now. But as long as the children are still here, he doesn't care what little tricks they play in private. If she could provoke one of her brothers to resist her, that would just give him an excuse to take action.

The Queen of Gods remained silent, but Cronus did not intend to wait any longer. He grabbed the wrapped baby in Rhea's arms and swallowed it in one gulp.

"boom--!"

A huge sound of thunder resounded throughout the heaven and earth. The God King felt that something was stirring in the dark, which seemed to indicate something.

"Heh, maybe this kid is really the one he's destined to be, so that fate responds like this."

He sneered, yes or no, the God King no longer cares. He glanced at his wife again, then quietly exited the room.

He had to give the other party some time to quiet down. Apart from issues related to future generations, he still took good care of Rhea's emotions.

After walking out of the hall and looking at the back of the white oak goddess who turned into divine light and disappeared away, Cronus did nothing. The strong vitality in his belly seems to prove the vitality and strength of the new god. Of course, it may also be the vitality brought by the authority of Thunder, but that is not important. After all, the other party has been swallowed by him, and there is no chance for him to stand up again.

Slowly stepping forward, the God of Weather was still waiting aside. He looked a little bad. After all, two true gods related to his priesthood were born in succession, which inevitably had some impact on his authority.

Fortunately, these two new gods are expanding the authority of the weather, rather than seizing the original part. All he really lost was what was related to [Storm].

"Clios, when do you think I should attack my uncle who rules the mountains?"

Standing side by side with his brother, the God King asked softly. But the God of Weather did not respond, because he knew that Cronus was not really asking him.

Sure enough, after a while, the God King answered this question himself.

"Just a thousand years, no, fifteen hundred years."

"Although my authority tells me that I will not have a new son of God born in a short period of time, I still have to wait."

"By the way, I also want to see what kind of punishment fate will give me for resisting Him so arrogantly?"

Making a decision as if no one else was around, Cronus looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds have not yet dispersed, and thunder and lightning are intertwined among them. The vision of laws that appeared due to the birth of God is slowly receding, but it will still take some time.

But Cronus didn't want to wait any longer. If he wants to see the sun, the sun must be visible to him.

Holding the scepter of the God King, the God King raised it to the sky. The supreme divine power came one after another, directly tearing apart the laws that had not yet completely returned to peace.

At this moment, with the sacred mountain as the midpoint, the entire world felt an extraordinary force erupting in the center of the earth. The sun was frightened and deviated from its orbit. All spirits prostrated on the ground, worshiping the Lord of heaven and earth.

The dark clouds dispersed and, bathed in sunlight, the God King glanced around.

Unlike before, this time, no gods dared to peer into the sacred mountain.