yes, well, you're doing a great job. ”

Although there are some regrets, Zeus also expected this result.

In other words, in his opinion, the mysterious gift from the spirit world was the same as the 'gift' of Hades, and it was not really created for that god, but was released under the pretense of Pandora's hand. After all, it is said that among the primordial gods, the Lord of the Spirit Realm and the Night Mother have mastered the abilities related to fate, and perhaps they may not be able to say what they see.

As long as it doesn't interfere with his acquisition of faith, Zeus doesn't want to pay attention to these inconsequential things now. After all, Mother Earth doesn't sleep forever, and unlike other primordial gods, she also needs external forces to make up for her own shortcomings.

In addition, the titan god he imprisoned, Gaia, is his potential enemy.

"In that case, Fei Feiros, you should go to the Southern Seas and inform the Sea Emperor."

"He wants to punish humanity so much, then I allow it now, he can do it in any way he wants, and I just want the result. Of course, remember to ask him not to be too anxious and slow down a little. Since it is punishment, it is always necessary to give humans some time to react. ”

"It's best if they can keep a record of it all. When the next era of humanity is born, let them discover for themselves the past of the destruction of their predecessors. Let them know that without the protection of the god-king, the sea and the underworld will bring them ruin. ”

The right hand was raised, and a scepter inlaid with three precious stones appeared in Zeus's hand. Now, although the power of this artifact created by the previous generation of god kings is still worrying, after two generations of kings, it already has some special powers.

The scepter pointed forward, and an invisible force coalesced into a token, a token of the god-king's permission for Poseidon to exercise authority on the earth.

Even if he didn't allow it, Zeus couldn't stop a powerful god from exercising his authority. However, many things are like this, and adding an extra procedure can better show the orthodoxy of the Divine Court. And in these little things, the gods are also willing to give the god-king a face.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your orders will be carried out."

After receiving the token and bowing, the god of the west wind withdrew from the main hall and hurriedly left the sacred mountain of Olympus.

He's been busy lately, but thinking about it all for the next human era, and the fact that he's soon able to have his own human followers keeps him motivated.

As the god who acts as part of the [Weather], he believes that there will definitely be no fewer followers of his own in the future. Maybe one day in the future, he, a true god who only has weak divine power in his own priesthood, will also be able to get a glimpse of the throne of the powerful divine power Lord God step by step?

Watching the back of Fellowos leaving, Zeus sat quietly in the palace for a while. His gaze passed through the gate, and the changes in the law were clearly visible on the earth at this moment.

Beyond Mount Olympus, a great net connecting the spirit world and the present world covers heaven and earth, and the power of the elements flows slowly on the strings of the magic web; In the big underground, wisps of black qi surged up, combining with everything in the mortal world.

The breath of the world is no longer so beautiful, but it has inexplicably added a bit of vitality. Looking at this scene, Zeus vaguely captured some insights, but in the end he found nothing.

These are the innate gods, their innate personalities that allow them to see what mortals dream of, but their lack of understanding of their own power makes anything they see incapable of making real progress.

Because their foundations are empty, the power they have acquired according to experience and instinct may not affect their use, but it will become a further shackle for them to a certain extent.

"From the point of view of the law, henceforth, will the plague be accompanied by the great waters? The influence of the authority of the gods on all things is still too great, and it is better to say that in the next human century, they can no longer be allowed to act so recklessly. ”

Silently thinking, 'reckless', Zeus really thought. Although all of this is at his behest to do so, whether explicitly or implicitly, just because the God-King can do this does not mean that others can do the same.

What's more, Zeus didn't think that in the future, the gods would honestly compete for faith in a normal way. They can do anything, and as a god-king, all he needs to do is stop this behavior in advance.

The conflict between the gods must not affect humans casually, at least not directly against the believers on the opposite side because of the conflict between the two gods. Otherwise, it will not only affect the image of the gods, but it will be easy to kill, and it will take hundreds of years for humans to recover, which is the wealth of the gods.

In particular, as the king of the gods, Zeus, who gave mankind the right to live, just like the earth and the sun are an indispensable part of mankind, can also share a little faith from all human beings.

Although there are not many, far less than directly believing in oneself, but there are always some.

"It seems that I need to make a rule later, the gods can't exercise their divine rights for no reason, otherwise the fragile humans won't be able to resist this."

"I don't know when His Highness Themis will return."

Although the bronze humans have not yet perished, Zeus has thought of a lot. As a god-king, as the biggest beneficiary of the rules, he should spare no effort to maintain it.

So he needed to make a law so that the gods could not slaughter humans for no reason, unless they directly offended a god. And to do that, he needs to enlist the help of his aunt.

It just so happens that the goddess of law doesn't know what to do lately, and when she returns, the human race will probably be extinct. When the time comes, against the backdrop of corpses all over the ground, such a proposal will inevitably be supported.

·········

On this day, in addition to the god-king on Mount Olympus, there are many people who notice the change.

When Pandora opened the pot and the gods of Hades received permission, they began to use their innate divine power to influence the world.

Even if those plagues and calamities did not involve supernatural powers, such natural changes would be enough to bring disaster to humanity, but on this peaceful night, all mortals did not yet know what was happening.

The plague has begun to spread, and the rudiments of the plague have begun to brew, but they are still long before they break out. In the deep darkness of the night, everything seemed silent, and only a handful of beings in the entire area of human activity were aware of this subtle change in the level of law.

Standing in the heart of Aurora, Mephistopheles glanced at the burning flame with fear. As a former human, he thought he could get close to this flame and even draw some of it away like other humans, but it turned out to be otherwise.

As he tried to get closer, a sense of crisis from his soul caused Mephistopheles to stop unconsciously. He dared to assure that if he continued to move forward, the flame would most likely burn from reality to his heart, turning him to ashes from the inside out.

After trying to no avail, the devil had to find a random spot in the distance of the sacred fire to conceal his presence with its breath, and then admired this rare 'spectacle' with some intoxication.

Everything was as he expected. Prometheus brought about his own demise, humanity was about to be liquidated, and hundreds of mortal high-ups drank his blood and were preparing for what he had already arranged.

They drew the lines, carved stone books, and built altars with materials brought by the devil. Mortals don't know what they're doing, only Mephistopheles knows that it's a special ritual that will work when the time is right.

With this ritual, at the end of this trip, he is afraid that he will not only be hunted down by the spirit gods, but also provoke those on Mount Olympus, because according to the Lord of the Nine Hells, this ritual is likely to touch the sensitive nerves of some gods.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, there will always be someone to solve them for me."

With a chuckle, the Great Devil thought of the news he had secretly revealed, and the 'naïve' sleeping god.

The former is enough to find something for Olympus to do and leave them to take care of themselves for a while. And the latter, the other party is waiting for him to lure away the gods of the spirit world for him, so as to complete his feat of 'killing his father', but he is also looking forward to him making some moves on that day, so that the gods of the spirit world will not chase him.

If the god named Hypnos really succeeds, it's actually a win-win deal. However, for the devil who knows the inside story, he only hopes that he can complete the task early that day, and can still find time to see how that guy will die.

"And what will you do when the time comes?"

Looking to the east of the city, feeling the presence that was hard to ignore, Mephistopheles frowned slightly.

The human named Cohen was the only one he had planned, and he appeared without the slightest warning, like an extra human out of thin air, with no idea how he had this power.

But fortunately, through the temptation of these years, the devil gradually discovered that the other party seemed to have encountered something that he couldn't understand, so that he didn't have much desire to interfere with the outside world.

I don't know what he's thinking, but the longer this state lasts, the better.

"That's it, it's better to keep it up, unknown, it's annoying. And the guy I met by accident, I don't know what that strange puppet is, but fortunately, his strength is very weak, and it doesn't affect anything at all, so I just avoid him. ”

There is no such proverb in the world of Kaos, but Mephistopheles still seriously recalls the past one by one, and does not let go until he is sure that there is no problem.

After completing this operation, he can return to the Nine Prisons for a trip and cash in a part of the reward he deserves. At least when it comes to being a boss, the Lord of the Nine Prisons is still very trustworthy.

·········

The spiritual realm, Mount Sinaia.

On the other side of the present world, in the spiritual realm, where the surface layer has covered almost most of the entire world, Ryan sits on the main seat of the Temple of Loperth.

The seasons in the outside world haven't changed a few times, but in the warped time and space, a long time has passed here. I don't know when, the remnants of the [Ganganir] gun in Ryan's hand have been separated again, turning into two short and one long three sections.

The two short stanzas contain opposing forces, but they share the fate of the remaining part of the artifact. They had lost their life, as the few remaining remnants of power had been gathered in the middle section, and at the same time, it had the power of the Oath left of the artifact to its own.

Kaos's Oath originally belonged to the world, but was later sent to the River Styx in the Second Age, and Styx was born. As long as there is a god in the world who swears to the River Styx, her power can be slightly enhanced, and if this god breaks the oath, then after punishing it, the power of the goddess will increase even more.

In contrast, while Ryan can also make people swear to the spirit realm, it does not really involve the true authority of the oath, but is just an alternative application of the power of the world. But for now, it's clear that this artifact from outside the realm is not subject to this restriction.

The power on this short wooden pole is very pure, and after being transformed by the spirit world, only the part that belongs to the [Oath] remains, and the rest is repelled to the front and back sections that have been peeled off.

But this force is also very weak except pure, for any oath requires the power to oversee its execution, and now, it clearly has no power.

Originally, Ganganir was able to respond to the wishes of everyone who swore to it because of the existence of the World Tree, Yxtra Hill. The power of the Divine Tree that lifts the Nine Realms is unimaginable, it is like Tartarus of Kaos, although it has no clear consciousness, so that the previous god kings can use it as a prison, but no one can question its strength.

As an artifact created by the World Branch, there is a connection between [Gangenir] and his mother, and this connection is the foundation to ensure the fulfillment of the oath.

But now, there is no World Tree in this world, and the little vitality it has left is not enough to reproduce a divine tree that supports the world. Relying only on its own insignificant strength, it can probably only restrain mortal things, and even the more powerful ones may not be useful.

"Not bad."

"A lot of things, just the right fit."

With a satisfied smile, Ryan picked up the three broken guns. He gently threw two other barrels of different colors, and they passed through the palace gates and fell down from Mount Sinaia.

Passing through three layers of space-time barriers, the two guns finally fell into the huge stone well that sat in the middle of the first realm.

There was no splash, no floating, they just sank to the bottom silently, without a single wave.

"Almost."

Keeping the remaining piece of verdant wood in his hand, Ryan looked at the huge dragon egg, which had cracked a little, and the reflection of the stars in the mortal world.

She's going to be born, right today. Because this day was the peak of the world's spiritual power, and coincidentally, Pandora's magic pot was also opened on this day.

Perhaps humanity in the future will add some terrible name to today, after all, this is the beginning of the demise of a generation. But it had nothing to do with Ryan, so while waiting for Shiro's birth, he watched the show.

The trance of the god of wind, the determination of the awakener, and his claim that he holds the key to breaking his destiny without touching the jar itself.

The same trick is no different from dealing with the god of the west wind, Pheros. The god of hindsight is not sure whether this 'gift' has been sensed by its creator, it is indeed unknown. Although Mother Earth could not sense what was happening around the golden apple, and the gods might not be able to monitor the every move of her blessed life, Epimetheus was as cautious as she could have been with when it came to a gift from a strange ancient.

So just as he once deliberately uttered Prometheus's admonition to him in order to expose the flaws of the wind god, what he said in front of the clay pot was also a temptation.

If the person behind him was looking at him, they might have attacked him for his offensive gesture. This seems to be asking for trouble, but it is better to be approached now than to be watched in an unaware state and then sabotaged at a critical time.

Unfortunately, Ryan is not the god of wind, and he doesn't care who the gift goes to or what Epimetheus says. Since the other party followed the rules he specified and left the gift in the hands of the 'human', let him hold it.

In fact, if the God of Hindsight could really rely on this gift to do something that would surprise Ryan, then he would only be pleasantly surprised.

However, this is probably not much of a possibility.

"The three Zeus brothers made different choices, and the same is true of the three of you, and it is really strikingly similar."

"He who chooses humanity is betrayed by humanity, but the future is unknown; And he who chooses the king has never been forgotten by his king, but it has not yet come at the right time. ”

Thinking of the occasional communication between the incarnation and the former god king, Ryan once again sighed that the moral level of the other party is indeed quite high among the male gods who 'have power' and 'have power'.

Not only did he not do anything to his betrayed wife in the end, but he did not forget his loyal subordinates even in the abyss.

"However, compared to your brother and younger brother, you can really only rely on yourself if you choose your own."

There is no superiority or inferiority, and if Epimetheus is capable enough, it may not be the right choice to choose himself. Ryan doesn't make any comments until the final results are in.

Click-

"Huh?"

The sudden cracking sound immediately caught Ryan's attention, and he looked at the huge dragon egg in front of him, from which the sound came from.

A crack appeared directly above the eggshell, and the movement stopped. But Ryan wasn't in a hurry at all, he knew that the little guy inside was probably gathering strength.

Bang –

Click-

There was a thud followed by another cracking sound, and the crack widened again. This time, however, the young dragon did not stop, but continued to pound the eggshell.

Click-

Click-

Click-

Little by little, fine lines began to cover the surface of the dragon egg. Until a certain moment, under Ryan's expectant gaze, with the last crunch, a small hole finally broke in the top of the eggshell.

The entrance to the cave is small and less than the size of a baby's palm, but its appearance itself means that there is no longer a barrier between the inside and outside of the dragon egg.

So in the next moment, an illusory shadow came out of it, it was obviously much larger than the hole, but it didn't seem to be affected by the size in the slightest.

It's a white dragon. The body is slender, the wings are gorgeous, and the fine scales are smooth and crystalline. She was less of a newborn dragon and more of a smaller version of a young dragon.

Because as a spiritually conceived dragon, she was born infected by this power. Her appearance is influenced by her own perceptions, which in turn are influenced by spiritual forces.

Therefore, although her current appearance is innate, she has all the impressions of the 'beauty' of dragons in the past memories of the Lord of the Spirit Realm, which makes her look like she does not have the ugliness of her life when she was born.

In the center of the main hall, the young dragon opened her silver eyes, and she looked around. The tall temple, the shattered eggshells, and the black-clad figure that made her feel close to her, that was all she had since she was born.

When you open your mouth and suck it, the shattered eggshell turns from solid to void and is swallowed into your mouth in the form of energy. The young dragon flapped its wings and landed on Ryan's arm.

"Looks like you're in pretty good shape."

Smiling slightly, Ryan reached out and gently stroked the young dragon's head. The scales are not awkward, but have a soft and warm feeling.

He knew that as the source of the Mind Dragon, although Bai could also get a glimpse of fate and control the elements, the spiritual realm was what she was best at.

Therefore, her body can change between reality and fiction at any time, and the soft scale armor under his hands is an indestructible guard in front of the enemy.

"Is you my creator?"

There was no opening, but the soft voice with the strangeness of the world entered Ryan's heart like this.

Faced with the young dragon's question, Ryan just shook his head.

"It's not about creation, I'm just providing you with the most suitable environment for your birth, but now you have nothing to do with the original creator."

"So from now on, the spirit world is your home."

Shaking his little head, the white seemed to show that he understood. But then, as a freshman, she was caught by something else.

It was a dozen or so other dragon eggs placed on the ground, and they were still isolated by Ryan's power, and they had not come into contact with the outside, so they had not changed in a unique direction.

"They're your kindred, but they're not destined to be like you."

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Ryan smiled and said:

"Why don't you do that, it's up to you to decide what kind of dragons they'll become, what do you think?"

I didn't particularly understand what Ryan meant, but Shiro nodded anyway. The instinct that comes from her bloodline makes it natural for her to regard these weaker people as her subordinates, and it is normal for her to make decisions for her subordinates.

(End of chapter)