Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 921: Chapter 375: The Intrigue

Most of the confusion had been cleared up, although the truth was so shocking to Zephyrus, the God of West Wind.

The beings born later raised their slaughtering knives against their own creator.

And not only had they done so, they had even succeeded.

His mind slightly dazed, Zephyrus had lived through two eras and considered himself to have experienced quite a lot.

He had witnessed first-hand the Golden Humanity thriving on Earth, so devout and kind were they at that time.

He had seen the deceit and lies of Silver Humanity, but compared to that, their power was as minuscule as dust.

As for Bronze Humanity, they were merely tools for the Deity Race to test faith.

When tools began to be used for personal gain and even to deceive their masters, remaking them was their only destiny.

Thousands of years have gone by, with old history buried in the past.

In this corner of the continent, the relationship between humans and deities had quietly changed places.

“They will not succeed, all the deities above and below the heavens bear witness.”

“Even if the laws of the world are tired of the deities’ arbitrariness, bringing down His supreme power upon the mortal realm, this era ultimately still belongs to the gods.”

“Astraeus, it won’t be too long, all the suffering you have endured over the years will ultimately return to those humans.”

“Every drop of blood you have lost shall not be shed in vain.”

With a low promise, Zephyrus spoke with a heavy tone.

Just one or two thousand years, and these humans had already gone this far.

If they were to obtain eternal life, then the whole of Olympus would hardly be at peace.

These wizards… they are a threat to both gods and humans.

One day, if they possess enough power, even the Goddess of the Magic Net, who granted them the ability to cast spells, would hardly be revered in the eyes of these madmen.

If he were the God of the Magic Net… Zephyrus doubted not that even if, for his faith and interest, he wouldn’t prohibit casting spells, he would definitely shackle these unruly spellcasters just as the deities do now in the real world.

After all, compared to them, even those Godhood Practitioners from Silver Moon City who call the Olympian Gods ‘Fake Gods’ seemed much more pleasing to the eye at this moment.

Ultimately, no matter how arrogant, those humans at least acknowledge the nobility and greatness of all gods, and their essence that surpasses mortals.

Call them fake gods or angels, it is nothing but an internal ranking among the gods, yet they do not believe they can stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

And regarding this point, except for the Divine King on Mount Olympus, perhaps few deities care that they are being relegated to a status below that of the Primordial Gods by humans.

“…That’s good…”

On the central altar of the lower space, the God of the Stars sighed deeply at the swearing words of the God of West Wind.

Now that things have come to this, he could only place his hope on someone else.

Across half of the underground space, Zephyrus asked for some details, which Astraeus answered one by one.

Not until everything was roughly understood was the God of West Wind finally ready to leave. Suddenly, as if remembering something, the God of the Stars asked,

“Zephyrus… it’s time for you to leave, but before you go, there is one question I want to ask you.”

“As you are now the Principal God of Olympus, I wonder if in your travels abroad, have you ever heard of a human named Hermes?”

“Hermes?”

His expression slightly startled, on hearing this name, Zephyrus instantly felt a tightness in his heart.

Of course, he had heard of Hermes, not to mention the past, as even in the recent books he had read, the name had been one that was impossible to overlook in the history of witchcraft.

“I have heard of him, a highly renowned human… what, is he also involved in your affairs?”

Hermes, is yet another big trouble.

In Silver Moon City, although the Goddess of the Magic Net created the Mystery Lock, she actually prefers to stay in the stars.

And the Wilderness Goddess only loves wilderness and nature, rarely setting foot in this city, but it’s different in Athens.

As a sanctuary of the Goddess of Wisdom among mortals, aside from recently, in earlier times, the goddess often appeared in Athens.

Even to this day, her symbolic Divine Artifact still hangs above the gates of the City of Athens.

In this context, if the Great Alchemist of Athens has also conducted such a bloody experiment, the possibility of Athena being unaware of it is virtually zero.

“No, he has nothing to do with it.”

Shaking his head slightly, Astraeus had no idea what Zephyrus was thinking. He just remembered the beginning of his own fall to this state.

That day… if he had just stayed obediently in the Star Realm, how could he have suffered such a fate.

“Zephyrus, I just have some regrets.”

“When the upheaval of Typhon broke out, I was not in the mortal world.”

“Yet on that day, I sensed a call coming from the God of Stars.”

“Some of my offspring, who had fallen to the mortal realm and were in eternal slumber, were awakened… but the one who awakened him did not grant him freedom.”

“It is because of this that I left the Star Realm.”

His voice lowered, gradually becoming inaudible.

The God of the Stars did not continue with the rest of the content, but combining what was previously said, Zephyrus probably knew the outcome.

That day, Astraeus descended from the heavens.

He arrogantly commanded Hermes to return the awakened God of Stars and demanded the method to locate those who were in eternal slumber.

If Hermes did not comply, the God of the Stars would make him suffer a terrible punishment.

The brusque command, the lofty attitude, everything blatantly displayed the Titan Deity Clan’s arrogance.

And then, as evident, all Astraeus was met with were Hermes’ mocking and teasing.

If Hermes, hundreds of years later, has grown accustomed to life in the human world and has become much more reserved, then Hermes, who had just arrived in the ‘real world,’ was not so amiable.

In another trajectory, there were hardly any deities that the famous Thief God did not dare to provoke, and Astraeus certainly wasn’t among these taboos.

Thus, after being ridiculed, the aggrieved God of the Stars had no choice but to return to the starry sky.

The result was that on the way, Typhon fell, his supreme power partly reaching the Divine King through the effect of the Fruit of One Day, while another part evolved into countless demons.

It so happened that Astraeus encountered the newly born, corrupted ancient stars, [Ancient Evil: Star of Death Omens], borne of the flesh of the King of All Monsters.

After a battle, fearing corruption like the God of Sun, an exhausted Astraeus managed to escape.

Eventually he fell from the sky, landing in a lake that bore a name similar to his own.

From that day on, this Astraeus stayed here, becoming the God of the Stars who fell into Falling Star Lake.

“Huh…”

“Zephyrus, just a visit to the mortal world, who would have thought it would come at such a cost…”

His smile was bitter but gradually, as his thoughts turned to something else, ferocity and distortion once again climbed upon Astraeus’s face.

Hope was just a small part; Zephyrus too had to leave.

And for himself, he could only continue to endure this inhuman torment.

“…Zephyrus… it’s time for you to leave… the longer you stay, the greater your risk…”

“Go… just go…”

“But remember, Zephyrus!”

“You should never, ever… ever!”

“Ever trust humans!”

“…”

His voice was bleak and hoarse, causing the pale silver magic web to fluctuate.

Standing at the exit portal of the passage, looking at the nearly mad God of the Stars, Zephyrus fell silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Whether he agreed or not, he had to appease the emotions of Astraeus.

Whether humans were only capable of lies or not, was not a debate he needed to have with the God of the Stars at this moment.

Future matters can wait until after Astraeus has been rescued.

…

Flap, flap…

Swoosh—

North of Silver Moon City, a desolate district where no one approached.

A drab grey sparrow fluttered through the low sky, returning along the same path, trying to mend the damaged ground as the God of West Wind flew out from this rarely trodden place.

Without any pause along the way, only when there were more signs of human activity around did the sparrow finally stop beside the road.

The magic web showed no significant disturbances, and in their capacity of human stewards, if they had altered the workings of the Maze Lock, it would not have been so silent.

After secretly observing for a while, and certain that there was no unusual change in Silver Moon City, Zephyrus finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Hmm… with his unparalleled stealth skills, these mortals should not discover that he had infiltrated their forbidden land, but there is always an exception.

Just like before, underground, he was slightly careless and stirred in his heart, which allowed Astraeus to expose his location.

So, in case he was discovered, the God of West Wind would have to be ready to make a hasty escape.

After all, his wariness of this city had geometrically increased since his journey underground.

“Fortunately, there’s no problem.”

“Indeed, these mortals could not detect my presence.”

Nodding to himself, Zephyrus gave himself a mental pat for his excellent practical ability.

Although he never scored such grades on tests, that did not affect his competence in practice.

Continuing to fly, Zephyrus headed towards a more crowded area of the city.

This trip could be considered a success, and what followed was how to make a successful retreat.

“I didn’t expect that this city would hide such depravity beneath its surface…”

“Heh, indeed.”

“Every place looks bright and great on the surface… except for me, a close servant of the Divine King, even the Heavenly Empress doesn’t know what His Majesty has done.”

“The numerous bones under Olympia, probably only heaven knows besides me.”

Shaking his head slightly, at this moment, it was crucial to find Heracles quickly.

Zephyrus wanted to leave this city.

There might be other secrets here, but they had nothing to do with him.

After he arranges the next phase of the mission for the great hero, the God of West Wind would immediately return to Mount Olympus.

Then, in front of the power of the Divine King and the Olympian Gods, the small secrets of mortals would be as visible as the moon reflected in water.

However, as matters progressed to this point, Zephyrus embarrassingly realized another problem.

“…So…”

“If my mark has gone awry, not staying on Heracles but appearing on some unlucky sacrifice instead.”

“Then the question arises.”

“If he is not here, then where is the real Heracles? Or rather, did he truly come to Silver Moon City?”