Without interrupting, she let the other self tell the story of the past.
But when talking about the research of that human, the girl in the red skirt frowned.
This is another characteristic of the three-phase incarnation. They often have completely different views on the same thing because their natures are different.
Just like her, as the original Hecate, her personality is more inclined to [chaotic good].
So when she noticed the choice of that human, she actually didn't like him in her heart.
However, in contrast, Hecate in the blue skirt is the real god of the magic network, and her nature is more in line with the nature of the magic network.
Whether good or evil, whether just or corrupt, the magic network is equally open to everyone who is willing to follow its rules, no matter who he, she or it is.
Even if someone uses the power of the magic network to attack her, the subordinate of the god of the magic network, she will not take back the other party's right to use the magic network, unless the other party attacks herself - this is not because she thinks she is special, but because this violates the most fundamental order of the magic network, because hurting the creator of the magic network is equivalent to destroying the magic network itself.
If we use the same nine-square method to measure the nature of the blue-skirted girl, her camp is [absolute neutrality].
All things that have nothing to do with her, whether gods or humans, as long as they do not hinder the development of the magic network and do not touch her own foundation, then they are "justified".
So even though she cannot fully accept the ideas of her other self, Hecate in the red skirt has to admit that for the magic network, this is the god it needs.
"It's a pity that the intelligent creatures nowadays still have too little sense of existence."
"Although they can provide faith, even if the past has been destroyed, they still have some power, but it is still too insignificant."
"As individuals born after birth, they are as small as dust; and as a race, as a whole, they have never occupied enough status in the world, so that their own "existence" is enough to support the symbol of greatness."
"Otherwise, as the existence of the magic network step by step penetrates into all aspects of intelligent creatures, I don't have to wait until the turn of the era to seek its relative "perfection."
"But this is also something that can't be helped... After all, if it weren't for faith, who would take mortal things seriously?"
The voice was calm, and the blue skirt incarnation gradually faded and returned to Hecate's body, or merged into the ubiquitous magic network.
There is no need to reply to the information sent from the mortal world. Whether to restrict wizards will be decided by the next god of the magic network.
As for the wizard who escaped, if he died, the god of the magic network would not feel sorry.
If he lived, the god of the magic network would not feel angry.
Even if he could become a god, it would have nothing to do with her who created the magic web. That was another her business.
She would only quietly wait for the day when the era would end, whether that day was tomorrow or forever.
"...hiss...so powerful..."
Selene exclaimed as she took a deep breath and watched the other Hecate disappear behind the girl in the red dress.
Although she knew about Hecate's talent of three phases and three bodies, and she had seen this blue incarnation
before, it was the first time she saw the other's two appearances appear at the same time.
Especially when the two incarnations separated and reunited, an inexplicable feeling surged into the heart of the moon goddess.
As Hecate said, her innate gift was extremely special. It
was so special that the three-phase incarnations of different gods might show completely different forms and abilities, and her three phases and three bodies possessed some kind of ancient and primitive power. Even if
two powerful divine positions were superimposed together, they could not be the opponent of the great divine power.
But the original God King integrated the [Sky] and [Fatherhood], which had not yet been condensed into symbols, and possessed the power to suppress the Earth Mother with one hand even if he was seriously injured.
Later generations had many speculations about this. Some people believed that this was caused by some mysterious power of the original divine kingship; some people said that this was because [Sky] and [Fatherhood] were too compatible, just like the life and death of [Reincarnation]; others said that this came from an unrepeatable, ancient miracle, from the wild years before the beginning of the First Age and the birth of the Twelve Titans.
Selene didn't know which one was right, but she vaguely felt that the talent of the three phases and three bodies might also have the ability to break the limit.
Because when Hecate's incarnations merged together, it was clear that the other party's two incarnations were still some distance away from the peak of powerful divine power, but she had an illusion.
Even Oceanus and Thesis, who had once joined forces to fight the enemy, were not her opponents at this moment.
"Hekate, have you touched the realm of the God King and the Primordial God?"
The Moon Goddess asked bluntly without hiding her curiosity.
"No."
Shaking her head slightly, Hekate spread her hands.
"The three-phase incarnation is indeed very powerful... but no matter what, there must be three first."
Even if there were three, Hekate didn't know if it would work, after all, Chaos had no example... In fact, as she understood her own power more and more, she thought of the ancient Night God.
Unlike herself, the legend of the three phases of Nyx is a story that has been passed down since the beginning of creation, rather than appearing one by one.
And compared to herself, the other party has three additional incarnations, not three aspects of herself.
"I don't know whether the Lord of Eternal Night has gained her current power by relying on the three phases to merge into one, or whether she is already so powerful."
"If it is the former, it's fine. If it is the latter... I don't know who in this world can be her opponent when her three phases appear and the three bodies merge into one."
"Or to put it another way, is there a possibility that even Her Highness Nyx herself cannot control her incarnation well?"
A guess flashed through my mind, and then it was erased.
I didn't think about it for too long, because the Mother of Night is the most homely original god of Chaos, no one else.
Even Tartarus now has demons and devils. But there is still a blank record about the Land of Eternal Night and the human world.
So I casually put it behind my mind, and Hecate stood up and stretched.
"Let's go, we won't stay here any longer."
"There will be a war in the human world again... Endless wars are really boring."
After a while, the silver car drove away from this nameless star field.
Only a bare star and the marks left by the wheels were left.
...
The human world.
Hundreds of miles outside the city of Condonia, it was the most distant outskirts of the faith of the continental countries.
Compared with this place, Nafplio, which had disappeared from the world, was simply the heart of the faith of the gods.
Wizards, demons, descendants of gods who blasphemed the gods, and mortals without faith were common here.
Smuggling, vendettas, and robbery were the most common activities nearby. Even before Hercules passed by here, the famous demon, the nine-headed Hydra, was also a "frequent visitor" here.
Of course, strictly speaking, the son of Typhon had never been here.
It was just that in the mouths of civilian vendors and some nobles, its body tissues "often" came here.
After all, as an immortal monster, with vitality comparable to that of ancient evil monsters, the Hydra was never known for its pure strength.
So almost every once in a while, it would be "beheaded", "skinned", "scaled", and "blooded", and then pulled here to sell, and by the way, it would become a hero.
"It's not that no one has questioned this, but kid, you know, not everything can be questioned."
In front of the roadside vendor, looking at the two rich and noble guests in front of him, an old man wearing a straw hat smiled.
The blond and heroic middle-aged man and the handsome young man in armor, this is probably a father and son.
With a turn of his eyes, the old man showed a smile that you know.
"Hey, I can assure you that this is real Hydra meat - nourishing, aphrodisiac, and very effective."
"What, you don't believe it?"
"You can not believe me, but you should at least believe in the great God of War."
"You know, the scriptures of the Church of the God of War clearly record: When the disaster of demons that has wreaked havoc on the world is ended by the God King, the gods will descend to the world to protect the humans on earth and prevent the descendants of the King of All Demons from harming the world."
"Unlike the sun god Apollo, who 'does not live up to his name, is all show, and can't even hurt the skin of a lion', the great God of War personally chopped off the eight heads of the Hydra, skinned it, and tortured it in every way before leaving."
"Even in order to reward the heroes who bravely resisted the demons during the Typhon disaster, the respected His Majesty Ares even cooked a pot of whole snake feast and entertained them in his own temple... How about it, young man, I dare to swear to the great God of War that the snake meat I sell to you is definitely the same as that one. This is the treatment of ancient heroes, hehehe..."
Hehehe, the old man continued to promote his prey.
After all, it is not easy to find such a rich outsider, not to mention that as the news of the guy named Hercules suppressing the Hydra spreads farther and farther, his business is getting worse and worse.
Immersed in the long-lost explanation, the old man did not notice the increasingly dark face of the young man in armor.
Under the armor, the crackling of bones became more and more frequent.
Forcing a smile, the God of War looked at his father awkwardly.
The pariah who he had killed ten thousand times in his heart was still chattering, and unfortunately, the God King seemed to be distracted at the moment, so he did not leave for a long time.
Zeus's stay seemed to make the old man misunderstand his meaning. This big customer, whose clothes were inlaid with gems, seemed to be very interested in his sales promotion... He could not bear it any longer, and did not care that the Father God was beside him.
Ares mobilized a little power and directly extinguished the life of this old man, and then pulled his soul into his kingdom of God according to the countless oaths he had made.
"Hmm..."
It seemed that he was disturbed by the fluctuation of power, or perhaps the thing that made him distracted was finally over.
After coming back to his senses, his eyes were confused for a moment, and then Zeus looked at his son.
"...Why, Ares, did he break his oath?"
"I... Father God, I... He did not break it..." He
wanted to lie, but in front of the guardian of the oath, the God of War did not think that his lie had any meaning.
With an embarrassed look, Ares swore in his heart that he must cut this old man into pieces, peel off his skin and pull out his tendons.
"Really... No break..."
If the spirit of the King of Gods had not recovered a little when he asked the question just now.
Then when he spoke for the second time, Zeus completely recovered his state.
There are few things in this world that cannot be adapted to over a long period of time, at least the God King believes this.
However, when his mind returned to this small city on earth, looking at Ares who was cowering beside him, the anger that had been suppressed after the reprimand on Mount Olympus suddenly ignited again.
And this time, Zeus's anger was more direct.
He looked at his son, the offspring of himself and Hera, the god he had placed high hopes on, and the main god he personally appointed. A strong sense of imbalance suddenly erupted in his heart.
For the entire Olympus, for the eternal rule of the God Court, I don't know how much I have paid, but what about you?
Your mother gave you the goddess of love and beauty as your wife, and I gave you the most honorable status and bloodline in the world, but this is how you repay me...
For a little desire to win, for you, the God of War who has never won in big things, to be able to surpass Apollo in the flattery of others, you are willing to let your name become a laughing stock in some places in the mortal world, and even a lowly human can swagger and mock your incompetence?
"Ares..."
Zeus did not lose his temper, but reaffirmed his plan.
"Have I explained clearly enough to you about your sister Hebe, the goddess of youth, who is from the same mother?"
"Yes, father."
Ares heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing that Zeus did not say more about the previous things, Ares relaxed a little.
Yes, before Zeus suddenly arrived, he had received a message from the Mother Goddess when he led the army.
But he did not have any deep feelings about Hebe's disappearance.
"I will try my best to find her trace, father, and defeat the army of Silver Moon City. In fact, I am already doing it."
"I just don't know if you came to see me today... is there anything you want to tell me?"
"Yes."
Zeus spoke lightly and slowly.
"Let your army spread a message on earth, not in my name, nor in the name of a god."
"As the commander of an army, you should be able to do this through human means in a short period of time."
"Of course, father."
Ares lowered his head slightly and asked, "Then the message you want me to convey is..."
"What else can it be?"
Zeus said calmly, "Of course it is the destruction of Nafplio... and the wizard who colluded with the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood."
Long time ago, to be exact, when Zephyrus returned to Olympus.
From the other party's mouth, Zeus had already learned the secret that was enough to shock the gods.
The son of the ancient first generation of Titans, the Titan God Astraeus, had actually fallen from the stars long ago and came to the world during the disaster of Typhon.
However, until receiving this news, even Zeus himself did not expect that those unbelievers who played witchcraft would be so crazy and usurpatory. It
is not that humans have imprisoned gods in the past.
But it is the first time that Zeus has seen mortals who treat gods like livestock, even throughout ancient history.
When he learned of this news, the first reaction of the King of Gods was to cut this human into pieces and save the God of Stars from his hands.
But just a moment later, Zeus hesitated after calming down.
As a god, even if he was thinking of "sympathizing with his own kind", he should solve this problem immediately.
But as a king of gods, even if he has a greater obligation to solve this problem, how to solve it and how to deal with it is another matter.
You know, for the royal order created by Zeus himself, any existence within the scope of his order must abide by his rules.
This can bring him strength and further shape his home advantage.
But on the other hand, if he violates his own order, this advantage will also disappear.
So the kingship has no home court, and it can be home everywhere.
In this case, even if he wants to unify the world, he must have a reason to go to war that conforms to his own order.
This reason can be Achilles, or Chiron who was rescued, but compared with the former two, a god treated like this by a wizard is undoubtedly a better reason.
After all, no matter what, the enemy he has to face is a genuine primitive god.
Faced with such an existence, no one will think that they are too prepared.
"Ares, remember to mention it in those rumors."
"The reason why those wizards are so unscrupulous is because they have something to rely on."
"Even in addition to sacrificing the lives of a city and summoning the arrival of the ancestor of evil, they have done more blasphemous things."
"As for what it is... let's just leave a guess first."
"Secrets are always more attractive before they are revealed, aren't they?"
Zeus spoke lightly, looking at Ares who agreed, and shook his head silently in his heart.
Zephyrus had already used his divine power to reproduce what he saw in the underground palace that could be called a mass grave.
When Ares' war is over, it will be time for him, the God King Zeus, to stand on the moral high ground and officially declare war... But on that day, I don't know if the Lord of the Spirit World can continue to sit in peace and ignore the human world like today?
Well... there shouldn't be any problem.
After confirming his plan, Zeus waved his hand, indicating that Ares could leave.
Instructing the God of War was just a side job. He was here today, and more importantly, he should have been here anyway.
The war in the world is about to start. As one of the protagonists, how can he be absent?
...
Outside the city of Condenia, on an unnamed hill.
The sun shines, but it is slightly distorted when it passes through a certain position.
At this moment, an invisible barrier is covering this place.
It blocks the outside world's prying eyes, but does not affect the people inside from looking out.
In the barrier, several figures covered by hoods gathered here.
If you look closely, you may find that the people standing here are none other than the wizards who signed the devil's contract not long ago.
However, unlike the satisfaction and calmness before, at this moment, the atmosphere around is obviously a bit gloomy.
"Recently... have you found anything?"
At a certain moment, someone spoke first.
His voice was a little imperceptible, and there was also a little dissatisfaction and anger.
It was just strange that when his voice fell, the few people present did not react.
With a frown, the person who spoke looked at the people nearby from under the hood.
He didn't believe that they didn't feel that there was obviously a problem with the contract signed before.
According to the previous agreement, they were here to buy time and attract attention, while the old immortal guy was responsible for personally taking action and capturing an immortal god by some means.
Astraeus, the god of stars, was an old god who was not accepted by the mainstream gods.
It must be said that the old guy's choice was very clever. Even if this god disappeared, it should not attract much attention.
In order to show his determination and sincerity, the other party clearly wrote in the contract that if his capture plan failed, he would share all his research on the gods with them.
Such conditions could not be better, so after confirming that there was no problem with the contract, several people signed their names one after another and cast forbidden witchcraft on it one by one.
They didn't want the existence of this contract to be known to outsiders, especially the church.
However, not long ago, the witchcraft on the contract was touched.
Someone touched it, there is no doubt about it.
Feeling irritated, the person who spoke glanced around again.
He didn't believe that they didn't feel this touch, but the people present didn't seem to react to it.
After a long silence, he had to get straight to the point and ask:
"The contract has been touched, you should have all felt it..."
"Someone who is not a signatory of the contract has seen it, don't you feel nervous at all?"
"If the contract is exposed, the church will definitely expel us from Silvermoon City, and the gods may even hunt us down personally - if you don't plan to discuss how to deal with this matter, then why are we gathered here together today?"
"...Of course it's to determine a safe way to contact, what else could it be."
After a moment of silence, someone said lightly.
"Are you considering investigating the cause of the matter and who touched the contract? Don't be ridiculous."
"Although I don't want to embrace the arms of the undead if I have a choice...but if I have no other choice, I can consider the life box."
"By the way, do you have any suggestions on how to contact?"
"?"
"What do you mean?"
The wizard who spoke first seemed to suddenly realize something after listening to the other party's words with a face full of shock.
He looked at his former colleagues beside him and felt as if he had been abandoned by them.
"Why, are you ready to escape, just because of a contract that was triggered by someone unknown? What if it was triggered by mistake?"
"Haha, it's all the same... and you think too much, we are not ready to run away."
The old woman smiled and shook her head slightly.
"We are all people who have not found the way forward, and we are unwilling to surrender to the devil or any other forces."
"Therefore, we accepted the invitation of that old guy... but can he be trusted?"
"The war still needs to be fought, and attention needs to be attracted, but there is no need to go back to check the contract."
"If it was triggered by mistake, there will be nothing wrong; if it fell into the hands of the church, going back now will only be charged with an additional crime of 'deserting the battlefield'."
"It's just that fighting is fighting, and there is no way forward."
"You can have no direction to move forward, but you should always find a way to retreat, right?" "Whether it's a phylactery or something else, we can just take it one step at a time." The old woman
stopped at the cane station, no longer paying attention to the wizard with an ugly look.
The old woman slowly scanned the people present and made a fairly reliable proposal.
"If there is no accident, everything will be fine."
"If there is an accident in the war a few days later... then everyone will rely on their own abilities."
"Whether it's the gods or the church, whether it's the Olympian gods or the archbishop who has mastered the power of [Death], they are not easy to mess with."
"When that time comes, no matter how many people can escape successfully in the end, we just contact them through that kid Qi Rui."
"Anyway, he wants to transform into a devil... just give him some merit."
"Of course," the old woman said at last: "This is just the worst plan."
"If everything goes well in the end, it will naturally be the best."
... The southern border of Athens
on earth . The strings of the magic net trembled gently, and the divine art turned into a portal, opening the passage to the opposite side. Pushing open the portal, Ryan walked out of it. He looked around. This is the peak of a high mountain. If your eyesight is good enough, you can barely see the river thousands of miles away. The city of Condonia is there. It is the closest border of Silver Moon City to the other countries. Soon, Ares' army will probably arrive there. A bloody and tragic fight is about to break out there-of course, it may also be a one-sided massacre. But no matter what, it does not affect Ryan's coming here now. Because strictly speaking, even from a human perspective, he should have a share here. After all, Athens is also one of the participants in this war, although some of their ways of participating are not really participating in the war. But in some areas, this may be far more of a headache for a certain god king than participating in the war. "...If nothing unexpected happens, Zeus should try to make a move." "Even if it's not with all his strength, he will make a move. After all, if I were in his position, I would also have some doubts." It's nothing strange that a primitive god has never appeared in the world for an era. After all, that's what Nyx is like. But a primitive god has faith and subordinates in the world, and even his subordinates come to the world every now and then, and even truly rule a starry sky. As a result, such an existence has never appeared in the world, which is very strange. Zeus has met Ryan once. He should be very clear that the Lord of the Spirit World is not a god who loves to escape from the world, nor is he an existence that has no interest in the world. So in this case, suspicion is almost inevitable. He would like to test whether the spiritual world is the same as before, or whether a primitive god just fell into a deep sleep and was unable to pay attention to the changes in the world? And for such a temptation, Ryan is obviously unavoidable and cannot be postponed. After all, Zeus' actions are never done because of a certain thing. If he wants to test at this time, he will choose to take action regardless of whether there is an incident with wizards; if he doesn't want to test at this time, even if the dissected god is not the God of the Stars, but simply one of his own descendants, Zeus will only denounce the wizard's sins and say that this has nothing to do with the primitive god. To the God King, the truth is not important, only the truth he wants is important. But coincidentally, the same is true for Ryan. The truth is not important, but what he thinks is the truth is what is really important. "But then again, I came here for the war that is about to break out." "It is destined to go down in history, announcing the last glory of an era." "What about you, this strange prince?" "Why are you here?" "For this symphony of fate, or to witness its afterglow?" Ryan spoke lightly without turning around. But he knew that not long after he arrived here, a little tail who had been following him for a while followed closely behind him. She thought she was hiding well - or maybe she didn't hide, but just pretended to hide. But now, Ryan should ask her purpose. After all, judging from the previous situation, her two sisters did not seem to come with good intentions. One of them wanted to kill him, and the other wanted to kill him too - as if killing him would really be of any use. "Well... none of them." Behind Ryan, Clotho carried a loom and spindle taller than a person, and hesitantly asked: "Sir, I want to ask... can I kill you?" "..." As expected. Reluctantly shaking his head, in the quiet air, Ryan was a little speechless. Now, the previous sentence should be changed. Change it to three date trees... three sisters, one wants to kill him, the other wants to kill him, and the third wants to kill him. "As if killing me is really useful." Turning slowly, Ryan refused regretfully; "No, I can't die now, because I still have a great cause to complete." "Great cause?" Clotho asked back: "But what kind of cause is greater than the stability of the fate of all living beings?" "Of course there is." Ryan said casually, and made an analogy. "For example, saving the world, saving the world, and saving the world." He was not joking, although this "world" might not be the one that the other party understood. But to his surprise, Clotho actually nodded. The youngest goddess of fate seemed to believe his words. She showed a relieved expression and put the huge loom and spindle on the ground. Bang—— "In this case, I am relieved..." Gently raising her hand, Clotho looked at the black air lingering on her fingertips and opened her arms. "Kill me."
"As the goddess of fate, this is all I can do."
The next day.
On the top of the nameless mountain range, Ryan built a pavilion from scratch.
Standing in front of the pavilion, you can see the land thousands of miles away at a glance - this is not an exaggeration, because the land of Chaos is not round after all.
How far you can see depends on how far you can see.
So Ryan set up an alchemical telescope that can ignore the clouds and fog, and prepared to start watching the show.
Although strictly speaking, one of the two parties in this drama is his believer, he theoretically should not have such an indifferent attitude.
But to be honest, Ryan's heart is indeed calm at this moment, and he doesn't even worry about those believers.
After all, if he really cares about human beliefs, Silver Moon City would not have shrunk in the southeast corner of the earth, but would have begun to conquer the continent early.
"Do you want to see it too?"
Ryan asked casually after adjusting the focus of the alchemical telescope.
Although he didn't look back, he could feel that there was a pair of eyes staring at this alchemical creation.
However, after hesitating for a moment, Clotho squatted beside the huge loom with his hands on his knees, and shook his head decisively.
"...I don't want it."
"The goddess of fate will never use things that are not in line with the order of fate!"
"They are born with original sin, this is the punishment given to them by fate!"
The girl in the white dress said in an impassioned tone, and it was unknown where she learned it from.
In this regard, Ryan was more inclined to Atropos, because the old woman did seem like a goddess of fate who loved to shout "You are guilty. "
Although in a sense, what she said did make some sense.
"You are right."
Nodding in approval, Ryan acknowledged what Clotho said.
"Heaven created all things to nourish people, but people still complain that Heaven is unkind."
"All things in the world are born because of the world, this is the cause; being bound by fate and heading towards a destined ending, this is the result."
"People want to get rid of the destined 'result', but cannot change the equally destined 'cause', this is indeed a sin."
"It's just that the world can't really destroy all things in its body to punish them
for their sins, so the goddess of fate has become the one who takes the blame." "Therefore, the poison of fate is entangled with you... until one day, you can no longer bear this endless and increasingly serious sin, and then 'pop', it turns into a handful of fireworks on the long river of fate."
Shivering, when the 'pop' sound rang out, Cloto didn't want to talk anymore.
Although she really wanted to ask now, since you agree with my idea, either let me kill you, or you kill me first, so as not to suffer in the future.
But looking at this big devil who killed his two sisters one after another, Cloto felt that he had used up his few courage before.
At this moment, the goddess of fate only felt that she was so pitiful.
They have been taking the blame since they were born, and it has been until now, and it is still the three sisters who take turns...
Just when Cloto was immersed in the process of self-consumption, a bronze shadow fell from the sky and hit her head.
"Ouch-"
"What are you doing?"
"Don't you know? Gods can be killed, but not insulted!"
Covering her forehead, Cloto held the fallen bronze mirror in her other hand, and looked at Ryan's back angrily.
"Oh, sorry, I really haven't heard of this saying."
With an insincere apology, Ryan casually pointed to the shelf next to him, indicating that the other party could put the other tube mirror there for use.
"But now this 'creature that does not belong to the current destiny' has become a murder weapon to hurt the goddess of fate. Even if it is for the sake of knowing yourself and the enemy, you can try this thing with a critical perspective."
"After all, the God King is about to make a move. With the great power of God, just rubbing some flowers and plants will be another heavy hammer of fate."
Ryan suggested lightly:
"Look at how you are hammered before you are hammered... This should make sense, right?"
"..."
With his hands on his knees, Cloto missed his two sisters.
If they were here, they would never sit idly by and watch this big devil do whatever he wants.
...
On the nameless mountain, time passed by minute by minute.
The sun rose and set, and the golden light spread across the mountains.
Ryan fiddled with a long mirror, tea and snacks, and books, while the goddess of fate looked at all this blankly.
Until another dawn came, in the distance of the earth, the murderous aura and fighting spirit began to gather.
The drum made of the membrane of the ancient beast demon sounded, which made Cloto's eardrums hurt a little.
This is not caused by sound in the physical sense, but by the sound of fate... The omen in the dark has arrived, and the land will be flooded with blood.
People who should not live may live, and people who should not die may die there.
At this moment, Cloto felt that what Ryan said made some sense. Perhaps facing death directly, although a little cruel, was better than waiting to die.
"Hey--"
Feeling the violent beating of the heart, the courage that was originally exhausted seemed to be restored a little under the pressure of fear.
Holding the spindle that had become huge at some point, the goddess of fate could not help but ask Ryan again:
"Hey!"
"Huh?" Ryan turned around and gave a puzzled look.
"I mean, the great devil who destroys the fate of the world, can't you really kill me?"
Biting his lips slightly, Cloto asked loudly.
"You are so keen on destroying fate, so I am also a part of fate."
"If you can kill me, it should be a good thing... Although I don't know why you want to destroy fate, and I don't know why you don't want to kill me."
"But as a person who destroys fate, have you really never felt any guilt or regret?"
"In this world, there are tens of millions of creatures who should not have died but died because of you, and there are tens of millions of beings who should have been abandoned by the times but exist because of you... I don't understand, what's wrong with fate, why do you oppose Him?"
"He is obviously the will of the world and the rule of the origin of all things. If you all follow Him, then-"
"——If we all follow Him, then this world will start from now on, unstoppably heading towards His destined demise."
The voice was faint, Ryan shook his head slightly, and then turned his attention back to the battlefield in the distance.
"Well... Actually, there is a best example to answer your question." "You see, the God King is the ruler chosen by the world, but what the God Kings of all generations have been pursuing most tirelessly is to fight against fate; on earth, all creatures are pursuing a glimpse of the future, but when they really get the prophecy, no one is satisfied with it."
"It's not just me. All the creatures in this world who can come into contact with fate don't want to understand Him; all those who understand Him don't want to change Him."
"Even if it complies with the wishes of all spiritual beings in the world, fate should not exist like this - but from this perspective, Cloto, this may be the reason why you are not like your sisters."
"Ah?"
Cloto didn't understand, and just held his spindle.
"Is this difficult to understand?"
Ryan smiled and spoke with a meaningful tone.
"You see, the gods resist fate, but they never resist their fate of becoming gods; sentient beings are unwilling to be satisfied, but they will not resist the favor they have already received."
"Whether it is me, the gods, or even all the living beings in this world, what we have never hated is not fate, but the fate that is 'destined' and 'destined by others'."
"So the god who tailors fate is 'dead', dying because she wants to tailor the fate of others; the god who measures fate is also 'dead', dying because she wants to control the lives of others. Only you, Clotho, only you..."
"Only you, the god who weaves fate, you don't want to change anyone, so no one will change you."
"So watch this drama with me here... Clotho, your future does not belong to me."
"But when today is over, I will take you to find the god you should belong to."
As Ryan himself said, the only one who can hurt fate is fate itself.
He can imprison Atropos, and Hermes can also imprison Lachesis, but in this world, as long as Clotho does nothing, no one can do anything to her.
Coincidentally, when the gods and priesthood interacted with each other, Clotho's nature was to do nothing.
She would only write out her inherent destiny, and then her two sisters would cut out the correct "script".
In a sense, perhaps among the three goddesses of fate, Clotho was the closest to the pillar of destiny itself, rather than just the so-called god who represented the fate of the world.
...
Thousands of miles away, on the top of Condenia City.
Unlike the ease on the nameless mountain, the invisible aura of killing gathered around.
The loose and orderly military formations gathered and arranged under command, and the armor covered with secret patterns did not reflect the slightest light in the sun.
The wizards who had been talking secretly together a few days ago stood on the city wall and watched this scene, and in a farther place, the huge and magnificent blood and fighting spirit rushed straight into the sky. That was the army led by the god of war.
Thousands of people, the earth and the sky; tens of thousands of people, there is no limit.
However, on the other side of the river, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were slowly moving forward, surrounded by more civilians and servants.
The front and rear formations were separated by dozens of miles, and they were spread out to the upper and lower reaches of the river.
In the middle of the army, the knights led by the god of war Ares seemed to be blessed by the whole army.
Under the invisible authority of [War], this hastily assembled coalition army was like a battle-hardened army, exuding a chilling atmosphere. With
a solemn expression, the white-haired old woman had to admit that she had underestimated the armies of these countries before.
Or to be more precise, she underestimated Ares, who actually commanded the army.
Maybe the god of war himself is not a very good god, but this does not mean that the priesthood of [War] is not strong.
Even if the god who possessed this priesthood was Zeus, I am afraid he would have played it out a lot.
"It's not easy... I didn't expect that when the God of War sat in the center of the army, his priesthood actually directly linked the entire army together."
"Commanding with ease is only secondary, the important thing is the improvement in quality... In this way, many large-scale destructive war weapons are useless."
Speaking in a low voice, another great wizard next to the white-haired old woman told his discovery.
It was not until he saw it with his own eyes that he realized it.
When the priesthood of [War] is used in such a large-scale war, it actually has such a powerful power.
Strictly speaking, the existence of Ares did not directly increase the total strength of the million-strong coalition army-maybe he also increased it, but this is not the key point.
His real role is to be a core of sublimation and unification... To put it simply, it is to 'upgrade'.
The strength of the blood and qi of a hundred ordinary soldiers is definitely stronger than that of a first-level warrior in terms of 'quantity'.
But even if 10,000 ordinary soldiers stand together, the quality of their life energy will not change at all.
Just like putting ten thousand copper swords together, it is just a bundle of copper swords, a pile of copper swords, a copper mountain, it can't turn into even one piece of iron.
So in this case, the wizard's large-scale war weapons are like the church's instant death spell.
The powerful divine arts derived from the authority of [Death] can directly wipe out the creatures whose life essence is below a certain "killing line", no matter how large its "quantity" is accumulated, and the same is true for war weapons.
They may not cause much damage to the strong, but for ordinary soldiers whose strength is below a certain level, it is like mowing the grass with no equal, killing a large area with one blow.
Before the war, the wizards also planned this,
but now in front of them, the divine power of [War] has changed everything.
If an ordinary soldier is regarded as a bronze rapier and a first-level soldier is regarded as a fine iron broadsword, the latter is stronger than the former in terms of materials and textures. This is the dual power of "quality" and "quantity".
The principle of the wizards' war weapons is to target the material of 'bronze'. No matter if you have a rapier or a large bronze shield, as long as you are still bronze, you will die instantly if you are touched by it.
However, the divine power of war changed all of this... He did not increase the 'materials' of these 'weapons', but modified their materials so that they would increase with the overall size of the army.
With an army of thousands, the bronze rapiers became coarse iron rapiers.
With an army of tens of thousands, the coarse iron rapiers became fine iron rapiers.
With an army of one million, that would be one million fine steel rapiers, which would enhance their quality by more than one level.
Looking at everything in the distance, the white-haired old woman once again sighed at the authority of the gods.
This is the power to change the rules... When such an increase is combined with the military formation, Ares should have won every battle, so how did he lose so many times?
"Huh?"
"That's true... Since the authority of [War] is so powerful, how did he lose before?"
A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and the white-haired old woman sneered.
I almost forgot that if a person is not good enough
, you can't blame the road for being uneven. Some people can turn a good hand into a terrible situation.
"Everyone... I think I have found a solution."
The white-haired old woman spoke lightly, looking at Ares who was sitting in the center of the army.
Yes, since the God of War is so strong, how did he lose before?
Of course, it was because he didn't want to be a good god of war, but ran to charge as a warrior, and in the end he couldn't win, so he often lost.
This is as outrageous as a wizard who doesn't use witchcraft, but uses a sword to fight people every day.
But since it is their enemy who is so outrageous, the white-haired old woman had to nod, and then wish him not to regret it and keep it up.
Hundreds of miles away, the God of War's central army.
Unlike the loose military formations around him, the tens of thousands of people who gathered around Ares and stayed here were a well-deserved elite.
The knights selected from the nobles of the gods wore heavy armor and formed a line to patrol both sides under the command of the Church of the God of War; the heavily armored warriors holding giant shields went to the front of the battle, guarding the archers holding longbows, and marched forward on the land.
From top to bottom, from people to horses, under the influence of the war magic, tens of thousands of people acted as one.
Even under the divine power of [War], they received the most blessings, and each of them exuded a sharp spirit.
Sitting on the bronze chariot pulled by four Pegasus, Ares's eyes swept over the army under his control.
"... Not bad."
The God of War commented indifferently, and then looked away.
He was sure that under the suppression of the current royal order, no kingdom's army could confront him head-on.
This is his true power, the unrivaled oppression on the battlefield - although Ares was not very happy watching this scene.
After all, he likes war, but he doesn't like this kind of war.
In Ares' eyes, a real war should never be a group of ants fighting on the earth, and then using their courage and strength, the commander's wisdom and tenacity to win.
This is not glorious, nor great.
Because if the competition is courage and strength, then these humble mortals are only worthy of being a foil.
Only the heroes and demigods chosen by the gods are qualified to shed their blood and show their abilities on the earth.
And if the competition is about wisdom and strategy, it is even more blasphemous - because only he, Ares, is the real god of war, not anyone else.
Anyone who dares to mention the wisdom of war in front of him should be hanged in front of Athena's temple and exposed to the sun into a dried corpse.
As for those ordinary soldiers who have no sense of existence in the eyes of the god of war...their real value should be a foil.
Using their death to highlight the strength of true warriors, just as the most luxurious gems should be placed on a tray made of gold, this is the value of their existence.
But at this moment, Ares had to suppress his thoughts.
Because he knew that his enemies would probably not give him the opportunity to show the beauty of war.
"What a despicable human being... as cunning as Athena."
The face was not very good, the god of war closed his eyes and let the bronze chariot move forward automatically.
However, after a while, the warhorse suddenly neighed, as if to indicate that someone was coming.
"Hi Lulu..."
Snap——
"—— Be quiet!"
With a frown, Ares whipped down.
The Pegasus, a symbol of the "riot" of war, was whipped immediately and couldn't help but grinning in pain.
Not caring about the thoughts of a horse, Ares looked coldly at the visitor who caused the reaction of Cornabos.
"What's the matter?"
"Your Highness."
Kneeling on one knee, the middle-aged knight did not dare to look directly at his god ancestor six generations ago: "Our vanguard has approached the cities of those ancient gods... evil gods' believers."
"According to your request, we have no intention of negotiating with the other party, but are ready to go to war directly."
"But before that, an evil witch appeared in front of us."
"She easily subdued the vanguard officer with her evil witchcraft, but did not continue to slaughter our soldiers, but asked them to come back and bring you a message..."
"What did she say?"
His face was not very good. He did not expect that his vanguard would be taken down so easily.
However, Ares was not angry, because he sent out more than a dozen vanguards.
Well... that's it.
After all, if an army of tens of thousands of people sends one vanguard, tens of millions of people should send more than a dozen. This is very reasonable.
So even if one of them is defeated, it's no big deal. In comparison, Ares is more concerned about what those wizards want to say to him.
"This..." Hesitantly, the middle-aged knight didn't know whether he should say it.
However, under the gaze of Ares, he still bit the bullet and relayed the witch's request.
"Your Highness, she said... she said she was a little disappointed. She didn't expect that even the God of War would be reduced to driving civilians and doing hard labor..."
"She originally wanted to see your bravery, but she didn't expect that the dignified God of War would be afraid of wizards... Your Highness, I was just repeating her words-" "
-- Hum, I know, do you think I would vent my anger on you for no reason?!"
With an angry snort, Ares suppressed the impulse in his heart as he looked at the descendants of the gods in front of him.
Oh, these wizards are really ridiculous .
This simple method of provoking, do you think he can't recognize it?
His eyes swept across the four Pegasus, burning, riot, flames, terror, these are the images of their names, and also the desire of the God of War.
It's true that he longs for bloody fighting, but it's a truly meaningful fight, like that Hercules... No, like those heroes with divine blood flowing.
Fighting with them on the battlefield, showing martial arts and bloody courage, and finally beheading them, this is the battle he wants.
As for those wizards, what else can they do besides playing those ridiculous tricks?
"Why, is there anything else you haven't told me?"
Ares asked curiously, catching a glimpse of the middle-aged knight who was hesitant to speak.
"This..."
After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged knight took out a gift box from behind.
"Your Highness, this is a gift from the witch to you after expressing her disappointment."
"She said that the golems they carefully made to fight the Titans in melee probably won't have a chance to test the sharpness of the God of War. Fortunately, she has another gift that should be very suitable for your Highness now."
"Because it is dedicated to you, I dare not open it... But your Highness, wizards are cunning, and there may be an evil curse in it."
"Curse?"
"Oh, where do you think this is?"
With a disdainful sneer, Ares snatched the gift box and felt ridiculous for the ignorance of the blood descendants in front of him.
"This is the center of the army, and I am the God of War guarded by millions of troops."
"Nothing can curse me, anything is the same!"
Hiss -
roughly opening the gift box, Ares was really a little curious about what gift the other party gave him.
It was the most suitable gift for him now, what did this mean, could it be a cloak that only marshals had...
"...What is this?"
Looking at the strange cloth in front of him, Ares did not react for a while.
"This is Nightingale's underwear, Your Highness, and it is the most popular style in the country." The middle-aged knight's face turned pale, and he dared not reply at all.
But next to Ares, another knight called out its name.
"...What is a nightingale?"
He still didn't react. In Ares' impression, he had never seen anything like it.
However, just after asking this question, the God of War suddenly remembered a past event.
It seemed that his wife, Aphrodite, had once told him this word.
At that time, she complained to him that in the world, unmarried girls were more willing to believe in Athena and Artemis, and ladies who never married were more willing to believe in Hestia. Married ladies worshiped the Queen of Heaven Hera, and as for her... People who love beauty believe in her a little, but the believers who really approve of her ideas are those wanton nightingales...
Boom -
powerful force burst out instantly, Ares's hair rose up in anger, his eyes were bloodshot.
He remembered, he had remembered what a nightingale was.
The "gift" in his hand instantly turned into ashes, and all the people who witnessed him accepting the gift died with it.
In this era, the act of irritating the enemy through ridicule and scolding has long existed, but there is no other "gift" like this in the world.
Ares no longer cares about any provocation or provocation.
Although in someone's memory, there was a guy named Sima in the future who turned a blind eye to such humiliation and even remained calm, but the God of War obviously did not have such a mentality.
He only knew that if he could endure this, he would be unworthy of being a god.
"Ah - die!"
A divine light shot up into the sky and rushed straight to the front of the two armies that had not yet handed over. And as he approached, several well-prepared breaths came from there.
On the distant mountain, watching this historic scene, Ryan couldn't help but secretly smack his lips.
"This... is really unexpected..."
He had just set up the alchemical mirror tube and saw such a thing.
Ryan dared to guarantee that today's incident had absolutely nothing to do with him.
After all, he didn't expect that the old witch could come up with such a way to irritate Ares... But this time, Ryan expressed his understanding of the choice of the God of War.
After all, later history has already proved that such provocation is quite effective when dealing with an enemy general.
Shaking his head slightly, Ryan turned his head slightly and saw Clotho's blank eyes.
Obviously, the goddess of fate did not understand what was there to be angry about.
Even if she could glimpse fate, this was something that had never happened in Chaos' history.
"Well... forget it."
Without the idea of explaining, Ryan shook his head slightly and chose to continue watching.
...
"Here it comes."
Looking into the distance, the keen spirit instantly captured the explosive power in the distance.
The white-haired old woman smiled faintly, not surprised at the success of the plan.
Who is the God of War? It can be seen from the various deeds he has done in the world.
If the other party is Zeus, perhaps he can turn a blind eye to such humiliation.
But since it is Ares, he will almost certainly abandon the army and rush over alone.
"But even though he's here, we can't fight him."
"Because witchcraft never fights head-on with people, and although Ares's anger temporarily overwhelms his reason, once he officially fights with us, he will soon get bored with our fighting style and return to the army."
"So we have to find him an opponent... such as the Titan Golem."
Nodding slowly, a great wizard with a gloomy face agreed.
Indeed, it is not difficult for wizards to fight against demigod-level enemies as a high-level legend. This is an advantage in the system.
But if he is to fight a god who controls the War head-on in the world, he should give up this idea as soon as possible. Fortunately
, the power of wizards is never limited to themselves, and external forces are also an important part of their power.
For example, the Golem is the top invention after the Typhon Disaster.
Just as the chief of the White Tower created the Artificial Magic Net, other great wizards also have their own masterpieces.
Combining the research on the life box and the soul, and the exploration of the life field by alchemy, the alchemical golem was born.
Unfortunately, perhaps because the creation of the golem requires the soul of life, this success was ultimately not applied on a large scale, and was banned under the severe rebuke of the church.
In addition to a few golems that were created at the beginning, only these few most powerful [Titan Golems] remained...
Raising his hand slightly, the great wizard with a sinister face pointed in the air, and an invisible wave was transmitted.
The next moment, the ground under their feet shook slightly, and then a crack suddenly appeared.
In the crack of the ground, a shadow came.
Several giants over a hundred feet tall, made of flowing metal, slowly walked out of it, like mountains rising from the ground.
"Titan golems, skeletons of demons and sirens on earth, extraordinary metals extracted by alchemy, fragments of ancient stars that fell to the earth after they were shattered, and even the blood of gods that dripped into the earth when the ancient Titans fought..."
"It is impossible to manufacture on a large scale, so I had to exchange some soul crystals from the hands of the devils from the lower world, and select the best ones to make it."
"I heard that one of their lords is also preparing to make soul prisms. I don't know if there is anything special about it..."
The great wizard with a sinister face couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
If his experiment had not been banned, how great it would be, maybe he could also create a race?
After all, God created humans, and he created golems. They
also have souls, even if they are plundered, but don't the devils in hell do the same? Who doubts whether they are a race?
If I can create a golem empire, and then extract my soul to create the most powerful golem that can continuously evolve, then who says he can't become the ancestor of the race, or even the god of golems?
It's a pity, they are just some souls, and I don't plan to destroy them.
Even the great master of the spiritual world would not mind my small overstepping of authority...
"Okay, stop sighing and get started."
"Ares is coming. When the battle begins, remember to cooperate with me to lead him out of the army."
The white-haired old woman beside him reminded.
"Okay."
The great wizard nodded slowly, his face sinister and put away his thoughts.
The gods are indeed very powerful, and so is the authority of [War], but these gods will not use this God-given treasure at all.
As long as the connection between Ares and the million-strong army is cut off... it will take at most a quarter of an hour.
Their colleagues far away in the city can kill most of the enemies on the spot, and they may not even leave a last word.
Swipe -
A hundred miles outside the city of Condonia, near an undulating hill.
Divine light streaked across the sky, and Ares once again left his chariot behind.
His chest rose and fell violently, and a strong anger burned in his chest.
The God of War never expected that he had just heard from Zeus about the atrocities of these wizards who sacrificed blood in the city and kidnapped the goddess of youth, and then he would be humiliated by these lowly and despicable unbelievers.
Nightingale's underwear... In fact, although there is no evidence, Ares feels that these wizards may not only be mocking him personally.
They may have heard some rumors from somewhere, and then arbitrarily believed that Aphrodite was a goddess with a dissolute personality. The reason
why the wizards gave such a gift was actually to laugh at him behind his back, laugh at his marriage with Aphrodite, and envy him for being able to have the most beautiful goddess in the world!
"Despicable lunatics, fallen people who deserve to go to the abyss, get out of here!"
"I know your little tricks, don't you just want to irritate me, irritate the great God of War Ares?!"
"I tell you, you succeeded... Come, come out and see me!"
"Soon, it won't be long before I will imprison you in my kingdom of God, and I will torture you there for ten thousand years!!!"
Ares roared madly during the rapid flight.
But just as he passed this hill, he noticed the changes in the ground under his feet from the corner of his eyes.
Faintly, several things whose breath was originally hidden by some kind of rune array emerged from it.
What is that, some kind of huge demon, or a giant with ancient blood flowing in it?
Concentrating his mind to perceive, but under the earth, the God of War did not feel the strong vitality.
Only the battle intuition brought by the priesthood told him that it was by no means a simple enemy.
"Ridiculous... Get out of here!"
Boom -
pulling out the bronze sword from his waist, Ares didn't remember how many swords he had replaced recently.
He only remembered that Hephaestus warned him that although this was not the artifact carefully crafted by the other party, he would not allow him to damage it casually like this.
Ha... Is this what I want to destroy? You should ask me why I always encounter existences that are beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
Fortunately, this time, his enemies are just a group of wizards playing with spells!
Clang——
The sword fell and embedded directly into a thick layer of metal.
However, unlike what the God of War thought, the power he wrapped on the sword seemed to be greatly weakened by this layer of metal.
The power that was enough to split mountains and rocks was abruptly blocked, and only a gap several feet long was broken.
Feeling this familiar power, Ares couldn't help but look ferocious.
"Achilles... Water of the Styx!"
"That's right."
"This is the metal baptized by the water of the Styx... Although it is only a diluted Styx."
Buzz——
A silver light flashed, and the white-haired old woman appeared out of thin air in the sky not far away.
And around the God of War, the earth was shaking a little, and a metal giant over a hundred feet tall climbed up from it little by little.
The originally solid metal turned into liquid. In just one flow, the damage caused by Ares was wiped out.
Looking at all this, the face of the God of War became even uglier.
Although he could feel that his attack was not meaningless.
Because although these metal giants were also surrounded by the power of the Styx, they were obviously not comparable to Achilles who perfectly contained the essence of the river water.
Although they could also achieve a certain degree of "indestructibility", Ares's power could still cut these metals.
And he could feel that as his power was consumed, the power of the Styx on these giants was slowly fading.
Obviously, if he had divine power at this moment, these ridiculous things would not last long.
Or if he had more than one legend and demigod around him, he could easily use numbers to wipe out the breath of the Styx, but now he was alone.
Ares's brows furrowed as his angry heart cooled down a little.
However, seeing this scene, the white-haired old woman just smiled and said:
"Respected Highness Ares, I have heard the story about you and the goddess of beauty Aphrodite..."
"So before we met in battle, I specially sent you a gift. I wonder if you received it?"
"I know that perhaps the respected goddess of beauty is not so free and casual in front of you... But with the gift I gave you, perhaps you can also make yourself at night when it's quiet..."
Boom -
before she finished speaking, a bronze short spear broke through the air.
Feeling the faintly locked space, the white-haired old woman casually drew it and broke this instinctive empty point anchoring.
I really don't know what to say. I obviously have the holy power of the demigod, but I can't even interfere with the space jump on the battlefield.
As demigod-level clergy, these Olympus gods are actually not as good as some clergy, which makes her laugh.
"Ah - lunatic, shut up!"
Boom -
boom -
boom -
three more bronze short spears came through the air under Ares's faintly soul-shaking war cry.
The God of War strode forward, his eyes red.
"It turned out to be you, but what do you know? I am Afu's only husband! We are legally married!"
"Under the witness of the Mother Goddess and the proof of the guardian of marriage, we have become eternal partners. You cannot attack me!"
"You shameless wizards, it is not enough for you to sacrifice lives, summon evil creatures, and even rob gods. Now you dare to slander me!"
"Ah... Die!"
"Die!"
"Die--!!!"
Three consecutive shouts, each one more angry than the last.
At this moment, a strong sense of crisis surged into the heart of the white-haired old woman.
When the emotions of the gods fluctuated to the extreme, their authority also instinctively guided their power to change.
Divine arts that cannot attack the mind?
At this moment, the voice of the God of War is a war cry.
The secret method of not exploding power?
The heart beating like a drum is a war song.
Even the space lock that could be easily torn apart is now slightly stronger.
In addition to being shocked in her heart, the white-haired old woman could only sigh that the potential of these ancient true gods is simply infinite.
"But potential is potential, it is not the current strength after all."
"And then again, I don't know much about the gods, and I mentioned Aphrodite only because of her believers... But now it seems that the reaction of the God of War is a bit too much."
With a strange expression, the white-haired old woman decisively distanced herself first, flying in the direction away from the army, while trying to make up the last blow.
"Respected His Majesty Ares, I was just talking casually, why did you react so strongly?" "I once heard a proverb from Athens that lies are not fatal, but the truth is what hurts."
"Could it be that I accidentally hit the nail on the head on your head?"
Whoosh -
bang bang bang bang!
A bronze light flashed, and five triggered defenses were instantly shattered.
Taking advantage of the time gained, the old woman tried her best to turn her head, and finally avoided the bronze dagger that broke through the air.
"Hu... Ho..."
Panting slightly, cold sweat flowed down her back.
The white-haired old woman once again admitted that the potential of these true gods is indeed infinite.
But it doesn't matter, her goal has been achieved.
Looking at Ares who almost lost his mind and pounced on him like crazy.
The old woman wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and then hurriedly led him away from the army.
...
At the same time, on the top of Condenia City.
The hood was lifted, and his face was calm.
In the eyes of many guards on the city wall who were either rejecting, respectful, suspicious, or ignoring, the great wizard was very calm.
The sun shone on his head, reflecting a little light.
Without any cover, this calm wizard walked casually on the city wall with a big bald head.
Of the twelve tower masters of Silver Moon City, excluding those who were out for something, those who were addicted to experiments, and those who refused the invitation of the chief, almost all of the remaining few came to this city to cooperate with the plan of the hunting god.
But now, excluding those who controlled the Titans, attracted the God of War, and responded to the white-haired old woman, only he stayed here.
The long robe dragged on the ground, with a smile on his face.
No matter how you look at it, the temperament of the bald wizard is not like a wizard who is addicted to experiments, but a missionary who is well-read, gentle, kind and simple.
In fact, the bald wizard asked himself, although he was not a kind person in a broad sense, he was definitely not evil.
He didn't study the soul much.
He didn't collude with the devil much.
He still didn't explore evil things and demons much.
In fact, he didn't do most of the things that were considered evil by the world.
He even helps lonely elderly people and sponsors homeless orphans.
So no matter how others evaluate him, he never thinks that he has done anything wrong.
Even if there are a few behaviors that are not recognized by people, it is just a difference in personal philosophy.
Just like now, holding a killing weapon made by another great wizard, he is about to kill hundreds of thousands of lives, and their deaths will even be extremely cruel.
But the bald wizard doesn't think there is anything wrong with this, because death is death, and whether the death is beautiful or not does not change the result.
And dying in a fight with others on the battlefield is not more just than being killed by him, or strictly speaking, there is no such thing as justice in war.
"How sad..."
The bald wizard sighed slightly and felt a little emotional.
"Countless humans have fought and struggled on earth for some illusory things."
"Whether it's for God, for profit, or for something else."
"You have abandoned your bodies and flesh, and let your life dye this world red."
"But in the final analysis, what's the meaning of these?"
"At least for an individual, they are meaningless."
He expressed his opinions lightly until a certain moment, when the bald wizard found that there was a circle around him.
An old man holding a scepter walked towards him with a smile and pointed at this guy with the scepter in his hand.
"Naturally it is meaningful."
"Because people believe in God, in fact, they are not only believing in God itself, but also seeking the spiritual destination and the sustenance of faith."
"Throughout the ages, people have always believed in something, whether that object is the nature of heaven and earth, the personified gods, the lofty morality, or the concrete country and thought."
"Only with the same beliefs can human beings gather together, and eventually these beliefs are passed down and become culture and tradition, which will be passed down forever with each race."
He said with a smile. During the conversation, the old man did not seem to have the fanatical faith of other believers, and he did not shy away from talking about God objectively.
But listening to him talk about his own ideas, the bald wizard knew that looking at the entire Silver Moon City, there were not many people with stronger faith than him.
The piety in the eyes of the world is actually blind obedience, and their beliefs will change with the changes in the environment and cognition. But the old man is different.
He has a deep understanding of the nature of faith and knows that it is not noble and insurmountable, but he chose faith.
Shaking his head slowly, the bald wizard knew that he could not convince such a person.
So he just smiled and reiterated his thoughts.
"Maybe, but that's your idea."
"For me, nothing in this world is more noble than the concept of 'I'."
"My flesh and blood are the most important things in this world, and my spirit is the most independent thing in this world."
"Any independent creature, even if it was created by God at the beginning, when it becomes independent, it has endless possibilities. This is the miracle of life, and no one can deny it."
"So in my eyes, nothing in this world is more important than 'I'. Whether it is faith, interests, or the so-called family, country, and the world." People
with different paths cannot work together.
Just like the bald wizard knew that he could not convince the old man, the old man did not think he could convince him.
Fortunately, the other party had never done anything excessive, and no matter what the other party thought, it was his freedom.
So when the other wizards were not here, the old man straightened his face and asked very seriously:
"What about the 'Hunter God'?"
"Is this also for your 'I', for your own existence?"
"I guess so, but I don't actually plan to do anything to that god."
Shaking his head slowly, the bald wizard said sincerely:
"I just want to teach him my research results. I want to prove that although the power of 'mind' and spirit also originate from the soul, their essences are completely different, and even polar opposites."
"Although my research is very complete, I have never dared to try it myself, because the mind is so powerful and so fragile."
"I don't want to leave an unhealable wound in my mind...but God is different."
"Whether it is the angels you are talking about or the gods of Olympus, you know, they are all immortal."
"This is my purpose. As for what others want to do, it has nothing to do with me."
It sounds a bit like shirking responsibility, but the old man believed the words of the bald wizard.
Because the other party is simply an outlier among wizards. Although he also meditates, he believes more that the mind can change matter, and the existence of the self is the foundation of all things.
In a sense, the old man even thinks that this is somewhat in line with the church's concept, but it is still a bit unorthodox.