The vial shattered, and the blood foam of the former Heavenly Father fell into the well water, which immediately stirred up a thousand waves.

Under the deep [Well of Reincarnation], the fate grafted together and the consciousness that gradually converges seem to have found an object to be attached to. They immediately surged in the direction of the divine blood, fused with it, and transformed.

So under the two-color water surface, a huge light cocoon slowly took shape. It greedily absorbs the energy around it and turns it into nourishment for growth, and the breath of life inside is getting stronger and stronger.

At the same time, in the process of forming the light cocoon, there were two streamers of light that came from nowhere, hovering to the left and right of it. Their breaths are intertwined, transformed into each other, and have a tendency to blend together - it was nothing else, but the two barrels of the Gungnir.

At one point, Ryan split the spear that had sucked the vitality of the roots of the World Tree into three. The middle stanza inherits the part of the 'oath', while the two sides carry the power of 'must be hit'.

He threw them into the [Well of Reincarnation] in the hope that they would be put to good use and become an artifact with extraordinary effects. And now they are clearly influenced by the birth of the new gods, attracted to it, and become its companions.

As the minutes passed, the light cocoon swelled more and more, and faintly, the sound of a slight heartbeat began to come from within. At the same time, feeling the stronger and stronger suction, Ryan did not hesitate to pour all kinds of power into it.

It's not just pure energy, it's all kinds of memories and beliefs associated with a particular emotion. Under their infusion, the aura emitted by the light cocoon has become more and more unique, and even the distant memories have been washed away, and the souls waiting to be reincarnated have been affected by it, causing a little turmoil.

But soon those souls were easily suppressed by the guards who guarded them. Although these spiritual beings who were inspired by the three goddesses of reincarnation were also slightly affected, they still maintained themselves under the protection of divine power and insisted on their due duties.

"Let them retreat, this influence will become more and more intense, and your divine power will not be able to shelter them after a while."

Seeing this, Ryan admonished Errene, who immediately took the order.

For this special influence, Ryan is not unable to forcibly prevent it, but when it comes to the birth of a new god, it is better to let everything be.

Soon, the area around the Well of Reincarnation became empty. Standing on the wall of the well, Ryan continued to wait for the birth of the gods. The two-colored well water swirled faster and faster at the core, and even for a while, it formed a whirlpool, constantly swallowing everything around it.

Under the stacking of energy, the light cocoon at the core not only did not get bigger, but became smaller and smaller. At a certain moment, when the swallowing of external objects reached its peak, the whirlpool formed by the well water suddenly stopped for a moment, and then shattered, stirring up thousands of waves.

With a crisp sound, the light cocoon shattered. Endless light poured out of it, illuminating every corner of the Fourth Layer Spirit Realm.

The Eros Twins – Volos/Eros

A new god was born, and his real name sounded, but as Ryan had expected, it didn't produce any world-wide visions. Even the newborn gods were not strong, and they were extremely weak.

In the concept of the world, the former primordial deity is dead, and his innate authority has long since been torn apart. Even if she was given a new lease of life, she was destined not to be able to take them back to herself. Aside from the fact that there are a few remnants of the characteristics of the primordial gods, some of her powers are almost impossible to exempt from the existence of beings below the great gods, and the new gods are only a true god who does not even have medium divine power.

But at this moment, looking at the figure that jumped out of the light cocoon, the corners of Lane's mouth moved slightly.

"What's going on, how did the mythical little god of love become two?"

Although the words were not spoken, looking at the gods in front of him, a man and a woman, roughly eleven or twelve years old, each carrying a 'pocket' small bow, Ryan still didn't understand the logic behind it.

Maybe it's because there's something wrong with the fate of his hand grafted and the original myth, maybe it's because of the nature of reincarnation, or maybe there's something wrong with the blood foam that shaped their bodies - because the one he took contains not only the image of Aphrodite, but also the part of the goddess of revenge, after all, they hadn't been born when Ryan went.

It is true that gods can be born in the blood of Ouranos, but this is not done at random, but when the blood is spilled, it fits into some kind of opportunity or concept. The Three Nemesis fit his hatred for his heirs and Mother Earth, and Aphrodite is naturally related to his desires.

Even Ryan once wondered if the fiery desires of the Heavenly Father were influenced by the power of the primordial gods scattered between heaven and earth, and the reason why the original mythical little god of love was conceived by the god of beauty was another manifestation of this influence.

It is under the influence of the primordial gods that the god of beauty can be born from the blood of the Heavenly Father. In turn, the heirs of the god of beauty are suspected to have become the container of the primordial gods. The present world rejects greatness, and the original mythical Eros has even less revealed existence than other primordial gods, if it were not for the arrival of Ryan to cause him to die without being born, then it is really possible that he would choose to descend the incarnation in this way and avoid the limitations of the world.

So in this case, the accident of the birth of the new god seems reasonable - but the question that Ryan needs to face now is, since there are two gods, who should take back the concept of [Winter]?

Seeing the two new gods open their confused eyes, Ryan couldn't help but focus on the small pocket bow behind them.

The bow and crossbow itself are very ordinary, and although they are already rare treasures for ordinary people, they do not have much effect on truly powerful gods. What really attracted him was the arrows that accompanied each bow.

One is a golden arrow, the other is a lead arrow, and each of the two new gods holds one. And in a higher perspective, conceptual forces hover over it.

This is the last manifestation of the power of the primordial gods, thus giving them some kind of mystical power. Ryan could sense that these two arrows could not be used lightly, they needed to meet certain conditions before they could be used, but once fired, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Hmm...... In that case, let the parties 'choose' for themselves. ”

Make a decision silently, since you are not good at choosing, let others choose. Now, Ryan plans to introduce these two new gods to the world first.

Whether it was the past as primordial gods, or the present when they were reborn, they undoubtedly never understood the world. Before seeking your own reward, it is better to understand the current state of the world.

And as the master of the spirit world, Ryan has a premonition. These two new gods are probably not peaceful guys.

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On earth, the palace of Eleus.

The night was dark, and under the brilliant starry night, the palace was dotted with sporadic lights. The weather is getting colder and colder, and a thin layer of frost has formed on the roads, leaving the whole city deserted.

In the residence of the previous king, an old woman transformed by Demeter sat at a table, looking through the rare scrolls in the kingdom. These crystals of wisdom were undoubtedly of great value to the kingdom of men, and the king apparently did not refuse Moyle's request.

Looking at it by the light, in fact, for the goddess, most of the contents recorded in the scroll are actually incomprehensible, so things like those about weaving and casting are often skipped by her. It was only when it came to farming that she smiled haughtily and sketched on it with a pen.

Of course, Demeter didn't really understand agriculture - just as the god of growth, she could work backwards from the results.

Although she didn't know why it was right to do it and why it was wrong, she only had to gently flick the authority, and the law would tell her what to do to make the plant grow better.

So she recorded them, which the goddess intended to give to the human king as a reward for 'taking in' her. After all, strictly speaking, King Eleus's impression of the goddess was indeed very good, so she was willing to give this reward and spread her faith by the way.

The goddess has been staying in this human country for a long time, because unlike Ryan, and unlike the three goddesses who rule [Spring], [Summer], and [Autumn], although the concept of [Winter] is converging because of Demeter, she herself is not aware of it.

Therefore, the goddess who turned into a mortal waited for the reaction of the gods, while still maintaining a flawed role, pretending to be an old woman who had been displaced by accident and then came to the palace to beg for a living. However, it is obvious that, unlike Demeter's casualness, Cleus, who is vaguely aware of the identity of the comer, does not dare to treat her as an ordinary person.

The promising king did not disturb Demeter, he only behaved kindly and relatablely, and then did what a monarch should do. He complied with the goddess and assigned her the status of a servant - of course, he did not dare to actually summon this mysterious comer, so the entire palace of Eleusis was busy in places unknown to the goddess.

So Demeter found that her life had never been more comfortable than ever, and even if she didn't consider the simplicity of material things, this place without Zeus made her feel more at ease.

No matter how big or small, as long as she expresses her opinion, she will soon attract the support of everyone, and then it will be quickly completed. As long as she frowned, some kind people greeted her, for fear that this 'stranger' did not feel the enthusiasm of the kingdom of Eleus. For a while, the goddess with the pseudonym Moyr felt extremely satisfied, and if she wasn't even worried about her daughter's existence, she wouldn't want to leave here.

In the process of living here, the goddess even had a strange and reasonable idea. It is completely understandable that Prometheus, the prescient Prometheus, liked to live with humans so much, and even did not hesitate to commit such a great sin.

For if mortal maids were happier than the servants of the gods, then as the creator of the bronze men, Prometheus might not be able to experience even the god-king.

So the days went by like this, and Demeter also enjoyed the life of a 'mortal maid' as a matter of course. It wasn't until one evening during the meal that she saw the child in Queen Metanella's arms, and she remembered her daughter who had been taken to the underworld again.

"King of Eleus, perhaps I can take care of your son."

"I also had a child, and I have a lot of experience with that."

After dinner, Demeter expressed his thoughts directly, as he had done every time in the past.

As expected, Cleus resisted the surprise in her heart and happily agreed to her.

The king thought that his efforts would finally be rewarded, although this was not what he wanted most, but what the existence of the suspected gods would respond to was not something he could control.

So Cleus handed over his infant son, Demophon, to the goddess, and at this moment, he had even decided that his second son would be the future king of Eleusis.

"Thank you very much, Moyle."

"Nothing, I like him too."

Taking the prince and looking at the baby's smiling face, Demeter felt that the lack in his heart had been filled.

In order to protect her daughter from the poison of other gods, she and Persephone had always been together less and more apart, but now looking at Demophon in her arms, she felt that she experienced another kind of happiness. Even for a moment, the goddess had an idea.

This is a boy – he will not suffer the same fate as their mother and daughter. He would not be noticed by the gods, and his original parents were mere mortals.

Maybe Demophon can be by his side for a long time, just like his own children. And the premise of doing all this is to give him eternal life.

……

"Almost......"

"Two brothers, one of the mortal kings, became the priests who sacrificed to me. One will be my adopted son, and he will live with me forever. Such a gift should be enough to repay their hospitality to me. ”

With his thoughts turning, he put down the scroll in his hand, and Demeter looked at the sky outside. It was nearly midnight, and she couldn't help but get up and walk outside the house.

It is not difficult to immortalize a mortal, as long as a part of her divinity is divided, the goddess can easily do this.

But if she still wanted to give Demophon extra immortality, it wouldn't be a simple matter.

The previous wars had made Demeter realize that it was not enough to have life, and that many of them had died unexpectedly in various ways, just like the Nymphs who served the gods.

Therefore, if she does not want to see her adopted son die in front of her one day in the future, the goddess must find a way to give this human prince a body that is as difficult to harm as the gods.

This is not an easy task, but fortunately Demeter is not only the goddess of fertility, she is also the sister of the goddess of fire and protection.

The goddess knew that Hestia would not refuse to use her powers, and with the help of the goddess of the hearth, Demeter would be able to give the child an undamaged body.

So, as she had done every night for some time, she left the room and carried the infant prince back to her bed.

She placed Demophon on the stove, pressed her right hand to his heart, and whispered the verses of the goddess of the fire.

"O Immortal of Olympus, O Hestia!

Holy Hestia!

I want to sing your praises!

O daughter of the majestic Kronos!

Holy Goddess!

O daughter of abundant Rhea!

Guardian of the Holy Flame!

You are the flame of glory and purity!

You are the guardian of tranquility!

Oh!

O goddess of glory!

Listen to me!

Give me your strength!

Please care for the children before me as you care for me! ”

The murmur ended, and in front of Demeter, the flames of the furnace rose instantly.

The nature of the flame was altered, and there was no need for mortal rituals, and the 'prayer' of a deity was itself a sufficiently high sacrifice.

In the midst of the raging sacrificial fire, some mysterious power was infused on Demophon's body. Every time the flames burned an inch of his flesh, a part of it was given the concept of [Guardian], and from then on, it would be difficult for the power of the world to harm him, which was a blessing from the Guardian Goddess.

However, this act is destined to be long and dangerous, because the flame contains the power of protection, but it does not mean that it is not harmful in itself.

The stronger the 'protection' given, the more damage it will inflict on the recipient, and before the recipient can gain power, it will be burned to ashes first, but the goddess has long thought of this.

During the day, she anointed the babies with sacred food containing her own power, and at night, she personally guided the growing power against the flames. In this way, under the interweaving of the two powerful divine powers, the harm is avoided, and all that remains is the good.

With a smile on his face, Demeter looked at the child in the flames, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became. From now on, this is her child. And the children of the Lord of Abundance are naturally worthy of such glory.

"Don't rush...... Soon, soon you will be able to enjoy immortality and eternal life...... This is the splendor and glory that you can receive as me, as the adopted son of Demeter. ”

"Your father and brother will eventually grow old, and you will live with me!"

A deep voice echoed through the room, like a mantra. At this moment, the goddess was engrossed in guiding the power of the holy food.

Only the perfect one is worthy of her identity...... So this child, too, must be perfect.

(End of chapter)