Element is a special substance, it is both an virtual body and a substance, and at the same time, it also has good compatibility. This property allows it to blend with almost everything in the world, and to form new and controllable energies.

This is what magic is in the beginning, it is an imitation of the universal divine power, the product of the sublimation of the spirit and the elements. However, the magic pursues a leap, and it will grow stronger with the strength of the caster's spiritual will, but this power in Zeus's hands at this moment is not the case.

It is the decay of divine power, it is dilution and passivation. What determines its power is the degree of dilution, and the proportion of divine power in it cannot exceed one-twelfth in any case.

This seems to be a limitation, once the proportion of divine power is too high, the elements can no longer maintain balance with it, which makes this special energy destined to have an insurmountable gap with divine power. But at the same time, this dilution also allows it to be held in the hands of other beings, rather than in the hands of the gods.

Zeus had done a similar experiment before, where he had some Nymphs or beasts fuse this energy, which he called 'holy power', and they could indeed use it. Those who are spiritually strong and perceptive will be able to carry more and purer holy power; Those who are weak in spirit and slow in perception can only control the thin and loose holy power. Moreover, the God King found that these existences that were infected by his power day and night, unless they were already very resistant to him, most of them would subtly deepen their faith in him, and the rest could at least remain unchanged.

This undoubtedly made Zeus more determined to his former idea, since magic can be turned into witchcraft, then there is no reason why this kind of holy power from his hands cannot be turned into divine magic given by the gods to mortal things.

By selecting mortals who are already devout and given this power, they can become priests who truly propagate faith for God, not the megalomanians taught by Prometheus. These god-believing clergy would become a privileged class among the human race, dedicated to spreading the glory of the gods.

"As I said, the magic net will not refuse the use of others, but the pure elements can fit perfectly on the strings of the magic web, but it doesn't mean that other forces can too."

After looking at the pale golden energy in Zeus's hand for a while, the girl in the blue dress said lightly:

"It's probably going to have some loss, and the farther you go, the more noticeable that loss becomes. They are partly due to subtle friction with the strings of the magic web, and partly because the magic net is used as nourishment for its own operation. ”

Since the birth of the Magic Net, it has actually continued to expand all the time. In the depths of the starry sky, at the end of the ocean, and even some Jedi whose laws are disordered, so it will naturally crave external power. Of course, the Goddess of the Demon Net could actually use her authority to forcibly stop this absorption of convective energy, but she really couldn't think of a reason for doing so.

"It's okay, it's just a little divine power, as long as it can flow in the magic net, that's enough."

Nodding, to the God King, this small loss is nothing.

When the matter was confirmed, Zeus's face couldn't help but soften, the matter of divine magic was solved, and his puzzle in the world was perfected again. For the rest, as long as he waits for time, an endless stream of faith will come to him.

"Hekate, I have one more thing to say about my daughter."

When the matter was settled, Zeus could already leave, but remembering that his daughter, who was supposed to be his right-hand man, had left him like this, the god-king still wanted to try. So he looked at the girl in the blue dress and made a reasonable request.

"My daughter can grow up here, but that doesn't mean that the relationship between her and me has been severed since then, and the reason why what happened today is not my intention."

"So in the future, when my daughter is an adult, I will come here again, and when that day comes, no one will stand in my way again."

Said 'adulthood', but Zeus was ready, and he would wait until half of his ritual was completed. Although Artemis must have had her own likes and dislikes and views of the world at that time, and was no longer left to her parents to portray like a child, the god-king believed that he could still persuade her to return to Olympus.

Then you come, as long as the day comes, you will not be disappointed."

After a moment of silence, the girl in the blue dress took out a crystal ball from her sleeve. She looked at Zeus's bewildered gaze for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Very well, Hecate, I will respect her own opinion when the time comes."

Nodding his head, the ritual of kingship cannot be used to achieve the goal by coercion, but whether it is temptation or affection, Zeus believes that he can always achieve his goal.

One last glance to the east, which was the direction in which Leto and Apollo had left together in the previous image. Before coming, Zeus had planned to take them back to Mount Kinabalu with Artemis to prevent something similar from happening again, but now, he had changed his mind.

Apollo, who will return to Olympus in glory, will need an 'adventure' before he can deepen his reverence for the god-king.

"May our friendship endure, Hecate. And, well, I have to say, I still prefer to see you as you are. ”

Before leaving, he subconsciously said a word, and then Zeus saw the cold gaze of the girl in the blue dress. He couldn't help but let go of that little bit of caution, turned into thunder and lightning and flew into the sky again.

The other party was not as easy to deal with as his second sister Demeter, who had no combat power, and the God King didn't think much about it anymore. He now has to hurry back to Olympus to deal with the follow-up.

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As time passed, the sun and the moon alternated more than once. There was nothing special about this short period of time, except for the god kings who came and went in a hurry, the world still seemed calm and peaceful.

But in another part of the land, a century-long betrayal has finally come to an end.

The sun was falling to the ground, but the moon still hadn't risen. No one knows where the moon god who drove the silver cart has gone, but for Moanda, it's a good thing.

No one knew exactly what the sun and moon gods would do as they drove through the sky, and whether they would just be fixing their eyes on the ground. While it was unlikely that they would dare to peek into Mother Earth's orchard, it would be better for the Nymphs to have 'not had'.

Especially today, according to her prediction, today is the time when that particular fruit is ripe.

"Let's hope everything goes well."

Secretly praying in her heart, Moanda carefully avoided the attention of the others, and on this quiet night, she walked alone into the golden apple orchard.

The sound of the wind blows, and there is a burst of silver bell-like ringing in the distance, it is crisp and scattered, disorderly and moving, like the ancient music played by nature, and it seems to tell the mysterious past at the beginning of creation. In this tune, the Nymph walks through all kinds of strange flowers and fruits that are rarely seen in all worlds, and once again stands under the tall sacred tree, looking up at this Kaos's 'Ancestor of Ten Thousand Trees'.

It was taller and more prosperous, and its breath became more unfathomable than it had been a hundred years ago, as if it had been given some tonic in a short period of time.

As a mortal, the Nymph didn't know the secret behind it, and she could only see the appearance of the changes in the sacred tree. On the branches of the golden ratio, mysterious lines gradually appeared, and even on each leaf, there was mist, all of which indicated that the power of the golden apple tree had been enhanced.

But although Moanda could see it, she didn't know why it was all happening. Unbeknownst to the Nymph, there was a Divine Tree that had been integrated into Kaos at the interface of the Nine Realms, causing varying degrees of power on the natural side of the world, and she could only blame it on the change of epochs, and secretly prayed that there would be no unexpected changes.

Thankfully, so far, nothing has happened beyond her expectations.

"Golden apples. A treasure that only the noblest of the gods are entitled to. Even the kings who rule the gods have to bow before it. ”

Stroking the trunk with her right hand, Moanda whispered to herself as she looked at the only fruit on the tree that was close to ripeness, or rather, it was ripe now.

The stalk is connected to the branch, but most of it is disconnected, as if it will fall to the ground as soon as the wind blows. Of course, the Nymph knew that this was impossible, and that without the orders of Mother Earth, it would only hang on it forever until Gaia needed it, or was taken off by someone else.

"If you don't want to grow up like this and become a plaything in Gaia's hands, then please bless me."

The voice was calm, and although he knew that the golden apple tree could not understand her words, Moanda said it anyway.

"What you don't have, I'll make it up to you; What I don't have, make it happen. In this world, there will be a place for us after all, and the Nymphs will not just be called by the gods to come and go, we will build our own kingdom, just like the city of mankind, the sacred mountain of the gods. ”

Without waiting for a response, Moanda slammed his legs on the ground and climbed up the trunk of the tree with ease. She felt an invisible force sweep over her body, but she didn't react after all.

This is the legacy of Mother Earth, if it were any other being who is doing this today, they will only touch the power that Gaia left on the fruit tree in an instant, but now, in the face of the guards of their own people, it seems to be useless. With her dexterous movements, Moanda didn't touch anything superfluous, and soon, she was in front of the golden fruit.

It is so beautiful, so bright, it is a holy fruit that does not belong to the world. Taking a deep breath, the Nymph held out her hand. When she came into contact with the appearance of the golden apple for the second time in her life, and felt the pure breath of life in it, Moanda's heart calmed down.

She didn't hesitate anymore, she simply took it off and put it in her mouth.

There were no accidents, no sudden intruders, or anyone else to stop her, and then stage a love-hate relationship with her to question and fight, and Mo Anda successfully devoured the forbidden fruit.

In a remote corner of the orchard, an oak tree with heather withered and reborn; On the branches of the golden apple tree, the life of the Nymph fairy is full and decaying. As if she had fallen asleep, Moanda closed her eyes and fell from the canopy.

If someone else was here, they could easily tell that this daring Nymph had died in an instant, and her body had lost its life, leaving only the incorruptible shells of the elves.

However, at this moment, Moanda's consciousness was not like this.

From birth to death, and from death to life, she felt as if she had gone through the process of 'birth' again, and even at a certain moment, Nymph felt that she had come into contact with a vast and great consciousness. The gap between her and it is so huge, just like the grains of sand are to the mountains and rivers, and the dripping water is to the rivers, but they are so similar and close to each other, which makes Moanda feel so peaceful and beautiful.

Gradually, their consciousnesses began to merge and merge, and Moanda felt that he was growing stronger by every second, but something incomprehensible was being separated. Strange fragments of memories began to flood in, ranging from pitch black, to cozy and warm soaked in liquid, to interrupted gestation, planted on the mountain by a goddess in a green dress. In a short period of time, Moanda felt as if she had experienced tens of thousands of years since the birth of the golden apple tree, but this huge memory did not bring her the slightest impact.

Because it is so monotonous and boring, monotonous growth, monotonous result, no one has ever looked at it except when it is needed, and therefore its long life is like stagnant water, without the slightest wave.

It wasn't until this moment that two true consciousnesses were born out of its hazy instincts, and everything changed. One is an outsider who brings change and hope, and the other is an original who shares wisdom but is still ignorant.

"This is God's authority?"

Consciousness returned from blur to clarity, and gradually, Moanda re-felt his 'body' and the new consciousness that was 'clinging' to him. But she didn't bother to pay attention to it, because with it came a sense of power that she had unimaginable in the past.

She didn't know how strong this surging divine power was, because the Nymph had never sensed the power of the gods before. But in this moment, Moanda felt that he could shake the heavens and the earth.

"So this is God's authority!"

Following instinct and a slight movement of the mind, the vegetation in the golden apple orchard revealed itself in its most perfect form at Moanda's orders to welcome the new life of their owners. There was no sense of sluggishness, as smooth as a natural deity, because she did not steal the power of the golden apple tree, let alone ascend to the god as a nymph, she just turned herself into a part of the other party, and in the way of reincarnation, the being named 'Moanda' and the golden apple tree lived in symbiosis alone.

Even more precisely, the Nymph Moanda born of the oak tree is dead, and for her now, no matter how any god in this world looks at it, she will only come to one conclusion - she is one of the personality consciousnesses of the golden apple tree that somehow broke through the limitations of the Earth Mother and was born, so this sacred tree has also become a special 'elf'. It's just like the difference between the gods of the region, the same 'Nymph', but the golden apple tree is equal to the god.

At this moment, Moanda completely realized that she was no longer the same person she used to be, and the whole world showed her a scene that she could not see before. The trajectory of the law became clear, and when she opened her 'eyes' and revisited the golden apple orchard, the power left behind by Gaia no longer seemed mysterious.

It is a shackle and a warning, it can prevent any outsiders from trying to steal the treasure here, or make the Earth Mother wake up in advance in the face of force majeure, but all this arrangement is not so good when facing the fruit trees that are supposed to be protected.

Of course, despite this, it is not so easy for Moanda to get out of here.

"Phew—now that I've succeeded, it's time for me to leave."

Whispering softly, Moanda sensed her authority. Gaia's power is still covered here, so if she wants to not alarm Mother Earth for a while, she needs to find another way.

Soon, the natural authority of the golden apple tree was more clearly perceived by Moanda, it was born of the [Seed of All Things], and it was the first plant in the world, so it naturally had the authority of [Plant], and the incomplete [Nature]. But it alone wasn't enough to get Moanda out of trouble.

Because the most important thing is how to take on your own new 'ontology'. There are not many things in this world that can allow the golden apple tree to move freely without damaging its vitality, but fortunately, the [Seed of All Things] did not come to this world alone.

"[Viscar of Life], since the Golden Apple Tree has gained consciousness, it is time for you to return to the true master. In order to occupy you, Gaia erased the possibility of the original divine tree taking shape, but now, I am your true owner. ”

Consciousness shook slightly, and Mo Anda silently sensed the location of the artifact. It should not be far away, in the Delphi Oracle to receive offerings in place of Mother Earth, as long as it is—

"Huh?"

With a burst of surprise, in Mo Anda's induction, the [Life Bottle] did not disappear. But at this moment, the newborn Nymph suddenly found that the artifact did not seem to be in the oracle.

In the temple of Delphi, Moanda only felt the power of the gods there, but there was not the slightest breath of an artifact. And the position of the [Vial of Life] at this moment

'Looking' at the empty void in front of her, through the connection in the underworld, Moanda suddenly found that the artifact that symbolized [life] seemed to be in front of her.

"Have you sensed it, after all, you are indeed more qualified to take charge of it than Gaia. Hehe, I really didn't expect it, I just came to 'borrow' Gaia's artifact, and I was able to see this kind of thing, which was really unexpected. ”

With a slight laughter, silently, the original cover dissipated, and Mo Anda finally 'saw' the figure in front of him, and also 'saw' the emerald treasure bottle in his hand. Or rather, the figure in front of him never concealed himself, he just stood there, and let all things in heaven and earth ignore him.

But perhaps because of the power Gaia left behind, the figure just stood quietly. He didn't go any further, but looked at the tall golden apple tree in front of him with great interest, and the scene he saw today was really an eye-opener for him.

"Now, tell me what you were going to do if you left here?"

(End of chapter)