Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 923: Chapter 376: Seeing Through_2

Their inherent strength might not be enough to contend with deities, but because they were born in alignment with certain special rules.

In their own domains, much like Achilles and his undying body granted by the roots of the Styx River, these beings possess invincible powers akin to wielding the authority of gods.

The Sphinx with the body of a lion and the face of a man, as long as his riddles remain unsolved, no one can withstand the ‘Order’ he has crafted. Even the most powerful gods, unless they surpass a certain threshold, cannot do anything to him.

The Hydra, its life never ends.

Even if defeated by Heracles, it was merely suppressed.

Of course, such demons are extremely rare, and the birth of each one is a miracle of fate.

The innate abnormal powers they possess are also incredibly rare treasures.

In the hands of a few specific deities, they could be used as the main material to cast a true Divine Artifact, or significantly enhance the power of an existing one.

Medusa’s Petrification Power did just that, strengthening the might of the Shield of Aegis.

And coincidentally, on this journey to the East Sea, Heracles also came upon a similar treasure.

“Heracles, if nothing goes wrong, it should be due to the effect of ‘Caucasus Divine Eagle’s Pupil’.”

“It can discern illusion from truth, see the real. With it…there’s almost nothing that can stay hidden from you.”

“Of course, this ability to see through is limited, and I can’t judge its strength. But at least some magical transformations are probably ineffective before it.”

Holding the crystalline object, Ande explained.

“The pupil of the Caucasus Eagle… I see.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the eagle’s eye that was like a Crystal Ball. The great hero had used it before.

But Heracles had always thought it was a tool for seeing farther, so he didn’t pay much attention.

Because he used it so infrequently, there were inevitably things he missed.

As a result, this eye containing Divine Eagle’s power had only revealed part of its ability just now. It allowed Heracles and Ande to see the true form of Zephyrus, but did not show his transformed appearance.

“Lord Ande, what do you think I should do?”

His eyes twinkled, a decision forming in his mind.

But on such a matter, Heracles still sought the other’s opinion.

“If it were me, I’d just pretend I didn’t notice him for now.”

“It’s also quite a coincidence, you actually running into him here.”

Somewhat amused, the puppet could not help but shake his head slightly.

In the years past, he had indirectly crossed paths with the gods of Olympus, with some conflicts.

But with the likes of Zephyrus, he really found it hard to harbor a sense of hostility.

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Creak—

The side door of a temporary resting place provided to outsiders slowly opened.

Shadows intertwined on the ground, and in this rarely noticed corner, Amon walked out alone.

Different worlds, different from Hemenu’s in every way, everywhere.

Blending in with those conspicuous fellows into the city, without a doubt, he should be the least noticeable one.

With a smile on his lips, Amon looked up at the high tower in the sky, then glanced at the parts of the city that were hidden from view.

He did not wait for that ‘kind-hearted’ god who left a mark to make a move—in fact, Amon himself didn’t know where the godly mark he had shifted went.

But anyway, he had entered.

With the other deities as cover, Amon felt that even if there were some special powers of the barrier covering Silver Moon City that he was unaware of, it likely wouldn’t detect what made him different.

In that group of people, only he was the most ordinary, the least noticeable.

So next, he could…

“Ts, it wasn’t easy, but finally, you’ve come out.”

“I remember…your name is Amon, right?”

“…”

The smile at the corner of his mouth remained, yet it was somewhat stiff.

Amon turned around, looking towards the source of the voice.

In terms of power alone, he was indeed very weak right now. Anyone who could silently approach him like this was surely no ordinary character.

In his view, a black-haired witch was sitting on the side of the wall.

Like looking at some rare animal, her bright eyes were fixed intently on Amon.

“Miss, are you sure you haven’t mistaken me for someone else?”

Putting on a bright, innocent smile, Amon tried to bluff his way through.

“No mistake, it’s you I’m looking for.”

“It can’t be helped, who told you to be the weakest among your group.”

Spreading her hands, Medea expressed her reluctance.

After letting that Wind God of Olympus go, he would likely go find that person he was always searching for.

The witch did not think he could cause any other trouble, so she did not follow.

In theory, when their group left, Medea’s task was over.

But after some thought, the witch still couldn’t contain her curiosity.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not planning to do anything to you, I’m just more interested in where you come from.”

“Rest assured, it’ll just be a moment, you won’t remember my visit, just as if you had a sleep, how’s that?”

“…”

If this wasn’t the stronghold of the ancient gods in an Alien Realm, even now with almost no strength, Amon was confident he had a hundred ways to get rid of this woman.

But with a glance at the distant cathedral barely visible, Amon did nothing.

He would just keep today’s events in mind for now.

The witches of Silver Moon City, eh…

A hint of danger flashed in his eyes, and Amon knew that his infiltration might not go as planned.