Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 947 - 391 Facing the Charges_2

Chapter 947: Chapter 391: Facing the Charges_2 Chapter 947 -391: Facing the Charges_2 “The believers of the Heavenly Empress, the King of Olympia. Although I have already informed you of my purpose, since you are unclear, I shall repeat it once more.”

“This visit here, with the will of the bishop council of Silver Moon City, I have come to convey their inquisition.”

“‘Achilles’ reckless misuse of the Divine Artifact is undoubtedly a sin, but who gave you the authority to judge his crimes privately?'”

“‘If it’s the Divine Sword of the Lord you hold, then only the Lord’s will can judge him.'”

“‘Therefore, for your presumption, you must pay the price…'”

“How dare you!”

Bang——!

The desk was overturned, and an armored general stood up with an enraged glare at Chiron.

His right hand was already on the long sword at his waist, as if ready to draw and kill at a word of disagreement.

“Chiron, that madman has offended the Deities and has been personally executed by All Gods. Besides, what need do Gods have for credentials to judge a mere human?”

“What, do those mad heretics not only aim their swords at us but now also delude themselves to be enemies with All Gods?”

“…”

Ignoring the general’s words, at this moment, the Centaur already felt a certain gaze upon him.

Clearly, his arrival might have caught the attention of some Deity.

At the foot of Mount Olympus, any Deity might appear here. However, Chiron only paused for a moment, before he continued with his unfinished proclamation:

“‘…Whether in the Mortal Realm or the Holy Land, on Earth or in the Fake Gods’ Divine Kingdom, all who err, must repent…'”

“…”

“‘…The supreme and omniscient Lord is strict but also merciful. He does not punish the fool for not knowing His greatness, nor does He chastise the ignorant for their offense…'”

“‘…However, those who overstep and offend the Lord’s radiance shall provoke the righteous who are favored by Him to anger, causing strife and conflict in the Mortal Realm…'”

“…”

“…Regardless of what the heretics call human divine beings, all are included——”

Boom——!

Before he could finish his words, a crescent-like dazzling arc of a sword swung towards Chiron.

Seeing this, the Centaur had to pause temporarily, prepared to meet the coming foe.

He knew it would come to this; after all, Silver Moon City’s demands were targeted both at the kingdoms of the Mortal World and the ‘Fake Gods’. The former they tolerated and listened to, the latter they would not hear to the end no matter what.

And his own danger was actually here.

The person acting against him was nothing; Chiron could resolve him with ease.

In fact, were it not for the people in this Royal Palace, if he wished to leave, no one could stop him.

But this was Olympia, the closest human Kingdom to Mount of the Gods.

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Just as the City of Athens hung Aegis’s Shield, to Chiron’s knowledge, Olympia’s safety was also ensured by a Divine Artifact.

Should they decide to take action, then he would undoubtedly fail.

However, even in defeat, the humans of Olympia would not kill him. After all, Chiron was related to the Deities, so it wasn’t up to them to decide his life or death.

Only when the one from Mount Olympus arrived, would they be qualified to determine his fate.

Of course, Chiron was already mentally prepared, and he did not fear death.

If that day were to come, he would merely accept it graciously.

…

Sasa…

The soles of her shoes rustled over the dry, yellow leaves.

At the outskirts of Olympia, the woman walked by, observing the farmland along the road.

As the human Kingdom closest to Mount Olympus, the land of Olympia is fertile and bountiful.

Minerals abound here, and the black soil easily yields three harvests a year.

But compared to the abundant natural environment, the people living here showed no signs of surplus in their lives.

In just a short journey of a dozen miles or so, she saw over a hundred farmers in tattered clothes and emaciated figures.

The woman knew the reason; this was not something the Gods deliberately caused, for the human grain meant nothing to them.

They only need mortal Faith, not their material goods.

But ever since a debate in Athens, the tale of the downfall of the Bronze Age began to spread in the Mortal Realm again.

In other places, this might only be regarded as a caution or a topic of conversation after dinner, but here, people saw the connection between ‘Faith and Sacrifice.’

From that day on, the offerings of the people of Olympia became increasingly lavish.

It started as voluntary, but it even evolved into a unique phenomenon.

The poor offered up everything they had, then accused their neighbors of not being pious enough for not offering everything. The bankrupt merchant offered up all his assets, then accused his competitors of not having enough devout Faith.

And so, gradually, Sacrifice became a means of attacking others, although the Gods never asked for these.

The once prosperous life declined, and the diligent became idle.

Various negative emotions gathered together, even darkening the Sacred Fire in the city.

It was this that caught her attention, noticing this subtle change.

“…Is that the Centaur who used to follow Hecate?”

Walking further, the woman looked up slightly.

She looked towards the direction of the city while the distance was great, every word Chiron said was clear to hear.

A Demigod bringing some mortal will to settle scores with the so-called wrongs of the Gods, if considered on its own, was quite amusing.

Although she wouldn’t laugh, she would just see this as another Tantalus.

However, after listening to everything Chiron had to say, she became serious.

At this moment, a long-lost memory surged into her mind.

That was when they had just won a victory but suffered a great loss in another Space.

“…Zeus, what exactly are you thinking…”

From the end of the Golden Apple’s feast, Hestia had already felt something was not right.

And the visit of the Lord of Darkness to Mount of the Gods exacerbated this premonition, making the Goddess of Hearthfire increasingly uneasy.

That day, when the Levatin Sword slipped from Achilles’ hand and fell at the peak of Mount Olympus, Hestia had gone to find her brother, asking him to return the Artifact to the Spirit Realm or simply go with the flow and let the Lord of Darkness take it away; at the very least, it should be reclaimed.

But Zeus refused her, instead, letting the sword be planted at the base of Mount Olympus, as if silently flaunting his martial prowess.

“Ah…”

With a soft sigh, Divine Light surged, and the Goddess casually sent an oracle into the Temple in the city, instructing the humans in the city to bring Chiron back to her Temple, isolating him from contact with others.

After one last look at the land behind her, she took to the air, Hestia headed towards Mount Olympus.