Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 836 - 318 Darkness

Chapter 836: Chapter 318 Darkness

At the peak of Mount Olympus, Achilles raised his sword and pointed forward, boundless light swirling around him.

And this time, just as he had said, Ares indeed had nowhere to hide.

No matter how angry he felt that the gods had not intervened to help, the War God dared not let this madman enter the Golden Palace before the eyes of Zeus and Hera.

However, the good news was that this time, he was not facing the enemy alone.

In the sky, two massive auras descended successively, echoing with Ares from afar.

...

Three gods with great divine power unleashed their full strength, and although none of them considered themselves the strongest in this domain, their combined power was enough to warrant any True God’s respect.

“Whew—”

With his aura locked onto the hero before the Golden Palace, the War God no longer wished to speak.

Though his opponent’s victory was only reliant on the power of other gods, his own defeat was an indisputable fact.

Words seemed so pale that Ares now had only to block this mortal.

Then, he would bring him before Zeus, letting him witness firsthand the might possessed by the Divine King.

Rotate the throne in turn?

Even I, the legitimate son of the Divine King and the Heavenly Empress, have never dared to entertain such wild ambitions, so how dare you speak such madness!

Swish—

Facing Achilles’ sword edge, a bronze-colored brilliance shone on Ares’ body.

He did not wish to confront this powerful divine artifact directly, but he was, after all, an undying god.

Meanwhile, high in the heavens, Phoebe also raised the cross in her hands, stirring up the winds and clouds.

Just arrived at the Mount of the Gods, the goddess was taken aback by the soaring golden sun.

Without needing Zephyrus to remind her, feeling she had lost face, Phoebe once again summoned the stars from the sky.

With no sun or moon, no one knew how long the night lasted today.

After all, regardless of whether the time should have been day or starry night, the Golden Chariot bringing light failed to traverse the starry sky as scheduled.

So under the profound night, storms and fallen stars descended from the heavens, like a peculiar ‘heavy rain,’ showering over Mount Olympus.

“Good— well done!”

Achilles roared with laughter, as golden flames soared skyward, and four auras collided without reservation.

Mountain ranges collapsed and sank, with only the main peak on which they stood remaining firm, shielded under the Divine King’s power.

Boom—!

A divine battle, which had only paused momentarily, resumed with greater ferocity.

······

Outside the Golden Palace, vast divine energy flooded the surroundings.

Inside the Golden Palace, the columns carved with splendid reliefs supported the palace; before the long banquet table, a pin drop could be heard.

Zephyrus returned as agreed, bringing with him an ancient god who did not belong to the Divine Court, to aid in battle.

However, no explanation was needed for the gods to see that for Achilles, who had absorbed another round of the “Sun,” Phoebe’s presence made no difference.

Moreover, since Phoebe had come to aid, the speculation regarding Zephyrus’s whereabouts had a conclusion.

The God of West Wind had gone to the starry sky, a secluded place outside the Divine Court where ancient gods reside.

As everyone knows, before Zeus revealed his great divine power, the Divine Court had never been able to grasp the starry sky.

Until the Divine King revealed his strength, his power could support him in gathering the starry sky.

But before any action could be taken, the Typhon rebellion had already put an end to everything.

Until today, Zephyrus went to the starry sky with the Divine King’s token, but only Phoebe responded to the call.

Was it that the God of West Wind visited only her and hurried back, or did those gods from the Titans era still refuse to bow to the Divine Court?

“Zeus, it seems Zephyrus’ method does not work.”

Others might choose to observe cautiously, but Hestia did not mind these things.

Sitting in the seat exclusive to the Principal God, the goddess lightly shook her head.

“If worse comes to worst, let me assist Ares in capturing him.”

“Anyway, he was the one who started this senseless trouble first… At worst, just detain him without administering further punishment.”

The sounds of battle outside the Golden Palace grew increasingly intense, and, in fact, many gods agreed with what the Goddess of Hearthfire proposed.

Despite the seemingly cohesive logic in Zeus’ previous explanation, the gods did not understand his choice; they merely revered the power of the Divine King.

As the current Divine King, it was understandable you did not want to be at odds with the Primordial Gods because of a mortal, but this time it was clear that the trouble was initiated on the other side.

If it were the Primordial God itself coming forth, Zeus’ choice could still be considered prudent.

But to even fear a mere mortal whom they favored so greatly seemed utterly ridiculous.

Now that Hestia had brought up the question for them, naturally, it resonated with them.

“Auntie is right; the Primordial Gods’ divine artifact, if there is an issue, at worst, we return it.”

“But allowing a human to wreak havoc on the Mount of the Gods is surely no good.”

“If His Majesty is unwilling to act, I am willing to assist, capturing this madman.”

His voice was sonorous and forceful; beside the temple, Apollo also rarely expressed his opinion.

Regarding Achilles, he originally bore neither goodwill nor malice.

But now it was different, for the Sun carried by the Golden Chariot was absorbed twice by that powerful divine artifact, and the palace where the Divine Chariot was parked had already transformed into a sea of fire.

Even leaving all else aside, on that unbreakable Divine Sword, Apollo sensed an inexplicable threat and disgust.

Evidently, as someone acting under the God of Sun’s godhood, Apollo did not know the Divine Sword’s origin, but he still sensed something.

After all, the first owner of Laevatein was once the God of Sunlight and Fertility in the Nine Realms, but under the guidance of Destiny, it eventually became the weapon that killed the Sun God.

With two Principal Gods speaking out in succession, the room immediately erupted in agreement.

Regardless of their original stance on the matter, Achilles’ disdain for the gods left every deity present harboring some degree of dissatisfaction.

In an instant, the voices inside and outside the Golden Palace rang out simultaneously, with only Zeus sitting high above, quietly listening to the gods’ opinions.

Occasionally, he nodded, but more often he responded with a smile and refrained from voicing any opinion.

As time ticked by, the sounds outside the Golden Palace grew louder and stronger.

Clearly, this divine-mortal battle was nearing its climax.

If not for the barrier of Zeus’ strength, the golden palace might have already been reduced to rubble in the divine clash.

At this moment, as if he had been waiting for something, Zeus suddenly raised his hand, stopping the gods from further discussion.

“Ladies and gentlemen, quiet.”

His smile was sincere, and Zeus calmly swept his gaze over the gods in the hall.

Under his gaze, the Golden Palace once again returned to tranquility.

In this journey, Zeus observed the three directions the God of West Wind took to the starry sky, which were, in fact, the three questions he posed, or rather, the three invitations he sent.

Now that two had results, the third and most crucial one was finally about to surface.

“Coincidentally, if not for this mortal from the Spirit Realm stirring up trouble at the Mount of the Gods, I had matters for which to gather all the gods.”

“For today, a guest is set to visit the Divine Court.”

“I originally hoped to resolve this trouble beforehand… Yet unexpectedly, it ended in embarrassment.”

Gently tapping the armrest, Zeus stood up.

With the three-colored scepter silently hanging from his waist, the Divine King appeared ready to greet.

Ha… Finally, he came. But if he hadn’t come, even if unwilling, I would have to limit the intensity of wars in the Mortal Realm.

After all, for Zeus, who once deceived so many gods with his flowery words, the most luxurious thing he had was trust.

You promised to advance and retreat together, but I did not believe it.

Only when you set up the enemy first would I believe you truly had no plan for regret.

······

Boom—!

Outside the temple, golden light illuminated half the sky.

The longsword wrapped in flames tore through the divine power protecting the War God, striking him resolutely.

The body, as if molded from gold, immediately split open with a bloody gap, slowly healing again under a green glow.

The Goddess of Youth, Hebe, daughter of Hera, and the Cupbearer of the Gods,

Though her strength was rather ordinary, she possessed an accompanying divine artifact envied by most gods.

The liquid flowing from Hebe’s golden cup could keep one eternally youthful, restoring what had been destroyed to its original state.

With the cup’s aid, Ares could finally attempt to directly obstruct Achilles’ Divine Sword.

Although every hit was enough to make an ordinary person suffer unbearably, it only awakened the ferocity brought by his bloodlines and godhood.

Bang—!

Receiving the fallen star from the sky, Ares hurled it towards his enemy.

But Achilles merely slashed it apart with a casual swing, the cleaved fallen star landing behind him, carving out a basin in the Mortal Realm.

As the fight progressed, the young hero increasingly felt the cheer and intensity of the Divine Sword in his hand.

It seemed to long for a drink of the gods’ blood, making the enemy feel the same pain it did.

This content is taken from freeweɓnovel.cѳm.

“Hahahahaha… Ares, come again!”

Ascending into the night sky, Achilles laughed loudly.

This was the kind of battle he desired, one in which defeating the enemy meant earning the glory he sought on the battlefield.

The young hero vented his emotions wantonly, his resonant voice shaking the surroundings.

He failed to notice the sudden cessation of hostilities in the sky above, or the incredulous expressions on Phoebe and the Wind Gods.

“Ha, gods… just so.”

Raising his sword, Achilles prepared to strike Ares with another heavy blow.

However, in an instant, the young hero abruptly swung his sword backward.

Cold sweat stood on end, as a sudden fear gripped his heart.

But in the next moment, Achilles found his sword edge seemed stopped short by something unseen.

Clang—!

Stepping forward, he turned and pulled out his Divine Sword.

Oddly reassured yet surprised, Achilles found no resistance.

“You… who are you?”

Muscles tense, the young hero cautiously stared at the three figures who appeared suddenly behind him.

A man and a woman stood by on either side; Achilles felt a presence slightly stronger than the War God emanating from them.

As for the black-clad figure leading them… from him, Achilles could sense nothing at all.

“Divine King? Or a subordinate of the Divine King?”

“If you’re not part of the Divine Court, I advise you not to meddle.”

For some reason, Achilles found Ares had not attacked him during this time.

But merely observing the two acting as “attendants,” Achilles knew those before him were not to be trifled with.

If they were already enemies, a fight could hardly be avoided.

But if not, there was no need to needlessly create powerful adversaries.

“Divine King? A subordinate of the Divine King?”

“Hehe…”

The voice was neither loud nor soft, seeming to come from both near and far.

Achilles only found that though the man did not conceal his appearance, Achilles could not clearly see him.

Clutching the divine artifact in his hand, its boundless light and heat restored a measure of his confidence.

The young hero lifted his sword slightly, seeming to make a threatening gesture.

“Is that so, then you’d best leave.”

“This is my grievance with Olympus, and it’s none of your concern.”

“Is that so?”

Seemingly smiling, the black-clad man shook his head slightly.

“Whatever grievance justifies such a feud?”

“Tell me, perhaps I can mediate.”

“Really, then what if I want the Divine King’s position?”

Unsure of the black-clad man’s intentions, Achilles probed directly.

If they belonged to Olympus’ Divine Court, surely they would not tolerate his insolence.

Unexpectedly, the young hero saw the black-clad man nod, seeming to agree.

“No problem, the Divine King’s position… it’s not something impossible.”

“But to be a Divine King, you must have enough capability.”

“In the past, Zeus achieved Divine Kingship after undergoing one ‘life’ tribulation and one ‘death’ calamity.”

“He ventured into the abyss, stormed the palace of the second-generation Divine King, subdued Mother Earth, and defeated the monster Typhon.”

“And compared to him, what great deeds have you accomplished to deserve ruling the sky and earth from atop the Mount of the Gods?”

“What great deeds have I accomplished?”

Silent for a moment, Achilles replied, “Zeus gained his title simply by vanquishing his father.”

“He defeated Typhon and Mother Earth simply because he was stronger than them.”

“So if I am stronger than him, my power is my coin. But since you are not under Zeus, why not help me stop these gods of the court? Once I become Divine King, I shall reward you accordingly.”

Still testing, Achilles vaguely sensed something amiss.

But before him, the black-clad man merely nodded again, then shook his head.

“No need for such trouble… How about this, I make an agreement with you: If you win, the Divine King’s throne is yours. But if you do not win, I’ll cease to honor old friendships and must send you back where you came from.”

“Agreement? What kind of agreement?”

Instinctively asked, Achilles saw the black-clad man draw a black circle on the ground.

Inside was deep darkness, devoid of light, like eternal void.

“Very simple, just step into this circle.”

Raising his hand slightly, the black-clad man pointed at the circle before him.

“Whatever means you use, as long as you can extend the light beyond the circle, I will consider you the victor.”

“Then, the Divine King’s throne shall be yours.”

“But if not…”

The sentence left unfinished, the black-clad man remained smiling.

Throughout all heaven and earth, there was only one mortal who could exchange a move with him.

Even if death awaited once, the other should be content.