Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 862 - 341 Divine Eagle

Under the shroud of destiny, the affairs of Mount Nysa were still unknown to anyone.

The continuous mountain ranges stood tall in the Northern Lands, and the comings and goings of the Goddess were a mystery.

However, thousands of miles away, even without seeing with his own eyes, Laine could roughly guess the choices made by those two Goddesses.

After all, contrary to what Lachesis thought, her elder sister was not powerless to bear the backlash of destiny due to her current state.

The power of destiny was formless and intangible, yet it could still act upon Atropos.

It was only when she realized the situation she faced that the Goddess actively gave up this burden.

For having fallen into a trap, what she needed to do was not to escape, but to transmit the signal of danger.

On this account, it was clear that Atropos had succeeded.

"But, this isn't necessarily a bad thing."

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"Compared to me seeking her out, it's more fitting for her to come to me."

By the pond in the Aigaleo Mountains, Paris, who had obtained a treasure, summoned a violent wind and clouds with his wand and lifted himself away.

He couldn't wait to see Helen again, and this time, he would conquer her with his handsome appearance and his attentive personality.

Paris had even forgotten the father who had arranged for him to take refuge, and his brother who was likely still fighting with the enemy.

At that moment, the Prince's heart held only one image—just as another path of his had led Troy to destruction.

After seeing the Prince off, Laine returned to the main peak where the mountain fortress was located.

If Paris was adamant, he naturally wouldn't persuade him any further.

If the Prince wished to shine and heat up a bit more, then so be it—fulfill his wish.

After all, Laine didn't know whether the other two Fates were aware of the purpose of Atropos's descent from the mountain. If they knew… then Paris' presence would serve as perfect bait.

...

Ta ta—

"You're back, did things go well?"

As he stepped into the central hall of the fortress, he was greeted by Andrea's voice, still tinged with a hint of heroic spirit.

Looking up at Andrea, who had already taken off her armor, Laine knew that this premeditated inside-and-out collaboration had likely come to a successful conclusion.

"Let's say it went smoothly, dealing with some troubles ahead of time."

"At least you shouldn't have to worry about our new allies siding with Athens over some inexplicable reasons, or destroying themselves."

"For a considerable time in the future, the Trojans may become a solid support for Athens—especially after certain news gets back."

Paris was seeking Helen, whose legend was celebrated in later times.

But most people only knew of her beauty and the Trojan Horse and the great fire, and not many remembered her true origin.

Helen, the daughter of the previous king of Sparta, was, in truth, the offspring of a God of Mount Olympus.

Undoubtedly, this was another instance of Zeus taking advantage of a queen/princess, with Helen being the result of this encounter.

Later, Agamemnon's brother, Menelaus, king of the Argives, won Helen, and Agamemnon married Helen's sister.

Afterward, Menelaus stayed in Sparta.

He eventually inherited the throne and even recently led his army to the outskirts of the fortress, meeting with All Countries there.

In such a case, Paris' search for Helen was in essence an attempt to seize the wife of the king of Sparta... and thus the decisive ten-year War erupted.

Now, even without another Trojan War, the Spartans would never accept such a humiliation; they would make their enemies pay twice over.

"How are things outside?"

Finding a spot to sit down casually, Laine asked.

"Quite well, with a planned inside-and-out approach, we broke through the right wing of the Alliance. Although Agamemnon reacted quickly and did not let the defeat turn into a rout, we still achieved the effect we wanted."

"Several commanders of the Alliance died as a result, and a few small countries were completely annihilated."

"And most importantly, after this battle, there will be no chance of united action among the Alliance anymore."

Her eyes sparkling like stars, Andrea said with a smile:

"They will be suspicious of each other, blaming each other."

"Those who are severely damaged will blame those who suffered less, those who have lost family members will blame those whose relatives are still alive..."

"Just like Lord Ilos said, once suspicion arises, it is hard to erase."

"Even if the All Gods could unify them with might, they can't sway the hearts of men."

"So, if everything goes as expected, the next steps of the Alliance will see them splitting up."

"Only by letting them break through on their own can they recover the faltering morale."

Clearly, after recent learning and trials, Andrea had grown increasingly familiar with these matters.

Laine just smiled and continued to inquire.

"What do you think, then, are you planning to block everyone from reaching Athens?"

"No, we can't do that."

"Even if we win one battle, their strength still surpasses ours."

"Besides, the Gods on Mount of the Gods who are enemies of the Goddess may also intervene."

Shaking her head slightly, Andrea then spoke resolutely: "We need to retreat temporarily, but it won't always be this way."

"The retreat is only to accumulate strength, and I've already ordered the evacuation of the border residents."

"We will defend at several key passageways leading directly to Athens, resisting the Alliance's progress at every turn."

"Ultimately, at the very foot of the City of Athens, will be the final battleground for victory."

"All invaders will find their graves there."

Nodding lightly, Laine saw no issues with this strategy.

Moreover, from beginning to end, the outcome of this War was never just about the Mortal Realm.

Delaying enough time was naturally the best course of action, after all, even Laine himself wasn't too clear when those remnants drifting in the Void would truly arrive in Chaos's Mortal Realm.

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Splash...

Thousands of miles away, atop the profound and endless East Sea.

Waves roared, and the storm never ceased.

Far back in the third era, before the Ancient Sea God had fallen into slumber, the near seas of Chaos were always calm.

But as the second era drew to a close, dark tides started to become more frequent.

The power of the Lord of Ocean Currents began to infiltrate inward from the outer sea, and a new Sea Emperor emerged, a tyrant of earth-shaking might.

Since then, storms became a norm upon the vast ocean, with only a few shipping routes remaining undisturbed.

And clearly, this deserted sea area far from the continent, was not within those safe shipping routes.

Whoo—

Splash—

Intense hurricanes occasionally skimmed over the surface, turning the sea into tornadoes.

No vessel could withstand such sailing conditions, nor confront the natural might of heaven and earth.

However, the few traveling eastward at the bottom of the sea were anything but panicking.

Because no storm was big enough to reach them here, and because none of them were of the sort to be frightened by mere meteorology.

They halted here for another reason entirely.

"Olymus, is this the place you spoke of?"

Hercules said gravely, playing with a mirror in front of him.

If one were to simply look at his countenance and tone at the moment, they might think they were about to face some frightful enemy.

However, standing beside him, Olymus was just trying to hold back his smile.

Not that the enemy was too formidable — though it was indeed fearsome to Olymus himself — but having witnessed Hercules's prowess several times along the journey, he had already affirmed the great hero's martial might.

In fact, while Hercules was indeed a bit anxious, his trepidation was directed at the 'Spying Mirror' before him.

In terms of strength, the great hero was undeniably formidable.

Yet with such delicate Alchemy Products, Hercules was nothing more than a greenhorn.

"Cough cough..."

With a light cough, Olymus pretended not to notice.

Seeing such a powerful hero encounter things beyond his ken added a touch more humanity to him.

"Look!"

Then, his attention focusing intently on the Spying Mirror, a moment later, Olymus suddenly pointed.

Following the direction of his hand, Hercules saw a flash of black light.

"What is that..."

"That is the Caucasus Eagle, offspring of the King of All Monsters, and a demon beloved by the storms."

"Wherever it appears, hurricanes rage in the sky."

"It is said that the King of All Monsters once summoned a black storm capable of world Destruction, and perhaps the Caucasus Giant Eagle has inherited this ability."

Olymus spoke slowly, having mentioned this demon more than once in the days gone by.

Now they were not far from the Sea Eye, and the Caucasus Giant Eagle was the last barrier.

If they could leap past it, the capabilities of their Alchemy Ship would clear the path ahead for them.

"Can't we just detour around it?"

He asked, appearing not overly concerned.

Amon seemed to be seeking presence, but Olymus still answered earnestly.

"That won't do, just like I've said before."

"The Caucasus Divine Eagle possesses peerless Eye Power, allowing it to see everything above and below the water."

"It may not see through the disguises of Alchemy, but it will surely detect our ship's presence."

"And unfortunately for us, there are no ordinary Sea Beasts living here apart from ourselves."

"We've nowhere to hide; or rather, it has likely already discovered us."

"It's just that the power of the Sea Whale Boat is too overwhelming, and it hasn't yet confirmed what kind of being we are."

Without continuing, Hercules understood Olymus's point.

Even if the creature was still uncertain whether the so-called giant boat was alive or not, demons do not require proof.

For the Caucasus Divine Eagle, if it truly detected something it couldn't identify, its first instinct would surely be Destruction, not to let it pass.

So from this moment, they had already entered a dangerous zone.

"No matter, it would be best if it chose to let us pass."

After an attempt proved futile, the great hero temporarily abandoned trying to understand the workings of the 'Spying Mirror' on his own.

He casually picked up an iron club that lay next to him, measuring its heft in his hand.

The Caucasus Eagle flew high above, its speed in the sky something Hercules could not hope to match.

But the great hero had never feared difficulty; to him, it was merely another trial in a life full of them.

"Since we're not far, let's quickly dispose of it."

"If this demon insists on standing in our way, I'll just have to remove it."

Throughout the journey, Hercules realized he had a certain affinity with the offspring left by the King of All Monsters.

It's just that every encounter seemed to bring them nothing but a brush with Death.