Argos, the city of Konya.

The solid rock has been cast into a series of houses, undulating and prosperous.

On the streets, vendors sell their wares.

In the fields, farmers are plowing.

The sun is shining on the earth, and everything seems so warm and peaceful.

In the magnificent and glorious imperial city, the guards looked at the city gate with serious faces.

Today, they will have a triumphant return.

"Hercules is back!"

"Our heroes! Cheers to the heroes! ”

"Thanks to Hercules, we can have such a peaceful life!"

The cheers were small at first, but soon they were so raging that almost the entire imperial city seemed to be overturned.

The streets are crowded with people, and people are rubbing shoulders just to welcome their heroes.

At the city gate, the blonde boy walked slowly, carrying a man-tall sword behind him, with a shy smile on his face.

"Thank you, thank you......"

As he walked, he couldn't stop thanking the enthusiastic people on both sides.

The young Hercules seemed so shy in the face of unfamiliar enthusiasm.

The soldiers who went out with him followed behind him, and when they saw this scene, a heartfelt smile appeared on their faces.

"Hercules is a young man, but he is already a brave warrior."

"Speaking of which, Hercules is thirteen years old."

"It's almost, it's time to find a good girl."

"Hercules, I have a younger sister about the same age as you, why don't you come to my house for a drink at night and see you two?"

"Harmor, that sister of yours isn't as good-looking as I am, are you embarrassed to ask Hercules to go?"

"you!"

The soldiers' good-natured teasing made Hercules' face more and more rosy.

This time, they were out fighting for four months, and they experienced countless dangers.

A veteran sighed: "If it weren't for Hercules, we would have to kill more than half of the people." ”

Hercules is different from other soldiers in that he not only has a fighting spirit, but also has great mental strength.

When fighting, even a demonic beast with extremely high defensive power can't stop his full sword.

With great strength and excellent leadership demeanor, Hercules has established a high prestige among these soldiers.

In the royal palace, the old lord stood side by side with Modeya.

As the most powerful witch in the kingdom, Modeya, known as the ancestor of witches, even though another ten years have passed, her face seems to have never aged.

Since the lord of the country sat in this position, he was worried about national affairs every day, and witchcraft has regressed more and more, and now he is even unable to maintain his appearance.

"Power and power, after all, can only get one or the other." The lord of the kingdom was not dissatisfied, he looked very open, "Since I have become above ten thousand, there is no need to chase the supreme power. ”

The eyes of the two of them, all looking into the distance at this moment, fell on the young blonde boy.

"Modeya, this is the result of your one-time leadership, and you succeeded." The lord of the kingdom was full of emotion, "You are indeed the true ancestor of witches, and your eyes have already seen places that we can't see. ”

Modea wore a white robe, and her face, which was once somewhat rugged, was now handsome.

A cold, elegant temperament lingers faintly around the body.

As the most powerful of witches, she now represents mysterious, noble.

"No, I'm not quite successful." Modya's eyes flashed with mixed emotions, "Hercules should be more than that. ”

At that time, she tried her best to force the plan of combining humans and eye demons, with the aim of giving birth to an unprecedented powerhouse.

It seems that because of the demon genes, it is basically difficult for anyone who has cultivated Dou Qi to start the road of witchcraft.

And for wizards who have mastered spiritual power, most of the fighting qi levels can only be said to be general, and it is difficult to be single-minded and proficient.

Of course, the main reason for this is that most wizards spend a lot of time calming their minds.

The power of the Eye Demon is full of chaos, tyranny, and bloodthirsty thoughts, and if left unsuppressed, it is easy to fall into an evil path.

In Modeya's mind, the perfect outcome should be to have both strong mental power and a strong physical attack of a fighter.

But Hercules seems to ...... Something went wrong.

"I've studied some witchcraft over the years, and now all wizards have practiced it, and the cultivation is difficult and easy."

Modya said lightly: "But even the simplest, Hercules can't use it, he seems to have all his spiritual power stored in his right arm, and he can only attach it to a weapon to attack, but it is difficult to do what a wizard can do." ”

This is far from her goal.

The lord of the kingdom glanced at her: "Modeya, we now have Hercules, give him some more time." ”

After being silent for a while, Modea nodded slowly: "Maybe my requirements are too high, how can the power of heaven coexist with the power of demons." ”

Hercules, who knew nothing about the conversation between the two high-ranking figures, had already entered the palace to receive a compliment from the lord of the kingdom.

"Hercules, as a warrior of the Argos country, you have eradicated countless vicious beasts and guarded the peace of the Argos country."

"The Lord of this country has given you a reward in the name of God."

Hercules knelt down and bowed when he heard the words: "Thank you for the blessing of the lord of the kingdom, thank you to the gods." ”

Seeing Hercules leave, the eyes of the lord of the kingdom became more and more sad.

He knew very well that Modeya would not stop.

This former city-state hero, in order to protect his people, will definitely not stop just cultivating a Hercules.

"Modea, the right to create, is the exclusive preserve of the gods."

"Those who try to control will be punished by the gods......

In the dark palace, the old lord seemed to be unable to bear the burden on his shoulders, and slowly bent down, whimpering from his mouth.

……

After leaving the palace, Hercules returned to his lodgings.

In the courtyard, the blonde girl sat on a rocking chair and swayed.

Seeing Hercules' figure, she immediately pounced happily.

"Brother, did you bring me a gift?"

Hercules magically took a conch out of his bosom.

"This is the most beautiful conch we picked up when we went to the beach to strangle the monster and gave it to Cynthia."

Cynthia happily took it and pulled Hercules into the room to sit down.

"Brother, tell me your story."

Cynthia, as a child born at the same time as Hercules, does not possess the same extraordinary powers as Hercules.

She seems to only have strong mental power, but this spiritual power is not under her control.

After many unsuccessful attempts, Modea finally had to put Cynthia in the Imperial City and no longer had any hope.