Achilles gave up the chance to leave and chose to stay. He not only wanted to challenge the gods, but also didn't want Chiron to stay here.
After all, despite how smooth the Centaur said before, both of them knew that even if there were no guards here, it would still be difficult for them to leave safely.
No one knew when the gods would find out that Achilles had escaped. It might be a day, or just a moment.
Once discovered, he might still have his indestructible body to rely on, but Chiron might not be able to leave.
In this case, it would be better to let the teacher leave first.
It is enough to leave him alone as the leading actor of this drama.
"Nonsense, Achilles, where do you think this place is, and who do you think the God King is?"
"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have learned some skills. There are so many more powerful beings in this world than you. If the God King is angry, you will never survive--"
"--But teacher, if Zeus is really so powerful, then why can you come here safely on Mount Olympus, in his domain?"
Achilles spoke in a deep voice, looking in the direction Chiron came from before.
"You once told me about the power of the original gods, but if this is true, then I would never leave, because such a powerful god would not be blind to what is in front of him. And if this is false, then let me expose his powerful lies."
"No matter what the result is, I will not regret it. Besides, if I can't even defeat the God King who has been replaced twice, how can I overturn the fate of 'dying in war'?"
Silently, Achilles' last words touched Chiron.
Yes, he almost forgot that his student was still carrying such a prophecy, and it was for this reason that the Centaur let him leave.
Moreover, at this moment, Chiron himself was somewhat shaken.
During the Battle of Typhon, he was hiding from the disaster in Silvermoon City and did not see the battle between the God King and the Ancestor of All Monsters.
But as early as the turning point of the Second Era, he had personally witnessed the might of the previous God King.
Even if it was only one step from the east to the west of the continent.
From the starry sky to the sea, it was only a matter of turning the palm.
In front of such an existence, he actually entered the God Mountain safely, which was unreasonable.
But perhaps because he was too worried about his students, he did not realize this before.
"...Perhaps you are right, Achilles. If you want to break your fate, you need the courage to face death."
"Perhaps this is your chance. Ha, in that case, you should make good use of this sword."
"The person who gave it to me told me that this sword is actually destined to come to the world for a while at the end of this era. This belongs to it and to the fate of the sun, but its real owner may not be you."
"So if one day you feel that someone needs it more, don't hesitate and follow the result you want."
Seeing that Achilles had made up his mind, Chiron finally just sighed.
It is certainly not a good thing to be young and arrogant and not know the height of the world.
After all, he did not know how to be respectful when he became famous at a young age, and he did not know where the real power in this world lies.
But think about it seriously, even if the former gods ruled the sun, moon and stars and possessed the strongest power in the world, did they overcome fate and reverse the result of failure?
I am afraid not, and they all lost miserably.
Even if the gods are immortal, what is the difference between their end and death?
One has disappeared, and the other is still hanging in the sky, looking down on the people in the world in deep sleep.
Even the king of gods is like this, let alone Achilles.
If the existing methods cannot fight against the destined death, it is better to let him go in the direction he wants.
After all, I can save him from the sacred mountain, but I can't change his fate for him.
This step, after all, can only be taken by him.
"I used to have many students, but now think about it, they actually all died along the path they chose."
"You are not the first... but I hope you are different from them."
"Of course, I will, teacher."
"Perhaps war is my disaster, just like Ares' oath."
"He said it himself, between him and me, only one can survive."
Touching the stone box in front of him, the young hero slowly said: "He is right."
"Just as the prophecy says."
"Between me and 'War', only you die and I live."
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Along the narrow road, Chiron finally left Olympus again.
The Centaur felt a little complicated, but also a little relieved.
But in addition to this, doubts gradually surfaced in his mind.
Chiron had not thought about it carefully before.
But now that he thought about it, Achilles actually made sense.
The secret passage connecting the inside and outside of the sacred mountain was indeed built by the sun god, and it was no problem for him to hide it from other gods.
But the question is, as the king of gods who was rumored to have achieved great divine power, as the master of Mount Olympus, did Zeus know nothing about this?
Chiron didn't know the answer, but he didn't know if it was a psychological effect. When he thought of this, he always felt that someone was staring at him.
But maybe he was overthinking it. After all, even if Zeus really found out, he couldn't sense the other party's gaze.
...
"Okay, stop looking, he's gone."
"Haha, I really have to say, the so-called 'witchcraft' created by Hecate is indeed magical, and her attainments in the spiritual realm also surprise me."
"Even from such a distance, he can feel your gaze, this kind of sensing ability is far beyond the reach of many gods."
At some point, at the top of Mount Olympus, in another space overlapping and intersecting with the Golden Palace.
The blond and handsome god drank the wine, holding a moving beauty in his arms.
In front of the two, the void was slightly rippled, and everything in the Temple of the Sun was so clearly visible.
There is no doubt that no one else can watch the sacred mountain so casually in the Asgard God Realm except Zeus.
The reason why he appeared here was very simple. Since there was no need to worry about Hercules for the time being, and the battle between the Gods and Athens had just begun, as the King of Gods, there was no need for him to stay in the
God Mountain and go anywhere else. And as Achilles said, since there was no way to hide anything from the Lord of the Spirit World in the Spirit World, and there was no way to hide anything from Erebus in the Lightless Realm, then there naturally should be nothing on Mount Olympus that could be hidden from him, Zeus.
Moreover, even if we take a step back, Ares's act of stealing the power of thunder during the day was enough to attract the attention of the King of Gods.
Without his acquiescence, even if the God of War was his offspring, he would never be able to use the power of thunder and lightning.
Even in the records of later myths, only Hera could have dark clouds and thunder accompany her when she traveled, as for Ares... This waste, is he worthy?
"Haha, it's interesting to say, after all, Clymene... his doubts are reasonable."
"As the king of gods, I actually acquiesced to the existence of such a secret passage on the sacred mountain - and you should be very surprised, because how did he know this secret passage?"
"Logically speaking, except you and Helios, no one should know about this place... Don't look at me, I didn't reveal this."
Zeus smiled and talked to the beauty in his arms, as if he didn't see her changing expression.
He acquiesced to the existence of this secret passage. On the one hand, he knew that the 'secret passage' was the 'open passage', and on the other hand, it was naturally because of this beauty.
Since Helios sealed the starry sky, the goddess of fame who lost her lover changed her target without hesitation.
Until today, Zeus still remembers this woman crying in front of him about her miserable experience, telling how useless the god of speech was, and how Helios deceived her feelings.
For this matter, she asked the king of gods to help confirm whether she was not contaminated by the power of the mother tree, and Zeus agreed.
Then, just like many times in the past, after confirming, the two rolled onto the bed.
"It's Iapetus, only him!"
Clymene gritted her teeth slightly, ignoring Zeus's teasing, and instantly grasped the key point of the matter.
So that's why the God of Speech has always ignored her and treated her like a clown.
Damn, isn't it because of you that I'm here today?
As the goddess of fame, it's my instinct to desire a higher status and power.
You should understand me, instead of blaming me after letting me go!
Moreover, if you weren't so unknown, how could I have come to this point today... I did this, mostly because of you.
"Your Majesty, this is an offense and contempt to you. Humans and gods like this should be sentenced to death so that the world can respect your authority."
Word by word, although he is a nominal husband, but Clymene seems to be facing an enemy, or a stain on her divine life.
Since you want to live in seclusion, just stay there for the rest of your life, why come out?
It's fine if you come out, but why do you want to go against the God King?
Clymene knows Zeus's ruthlessness too well. Although he seems to be good to her, it can be seen from the fact that he has never made their relationship public that she is actually nothing in his eyes.
She doesn't want to be regarded as a traitor by Zeus... However, facing the advice of the goddess of fame, Zeus just shook his head.
"Don't worry, I know you only have me in your heart."
"But Clymene, what they did is actually what I hope."
"Achilles, the sword of the angels from the spirit world, the centaurs from Silver Moon City, the sun... Do you know that I have seen this sword a long time ago, at least I have seen part of it."
"Do you know what I felt when I saw it at that time? You don't know."
"Fear, worry, envy, anger, helplessness... After all, at that time, I seemed too weak in front of the person who created this sword."
"Your Majesty, I..."
Clymene was a little confused, and it was obvious that she could no longer keep up with Zeus's thinking.
Who can make the God King feel afraid? No, that was only before the God King touched greatness.
Everyone has their weak moments, and the wind god was no exception...
But Clymene didn't know what to say, so she kept silent.
But she didn't realize that the king of gods wasn't talking to her. Strictly speaking, in Zeus' eyes, the goddess of fame was just a decoration.
A beautiful decoration, at most, she was a little special because she was a god.
In addition, he had many decorations like this.
"I know he wants to overturn the mountain of gods - that's fine."
"The mountain can't fall, but everything else can be discussed."
"This mortal wants to challenge me, that's fine too."
"I will never attack him before he comes to me."
Zeus continued, ignoring Clymene.
After hesitating for a moment, thinking he had found the right idea, Clymene asked carefully.
"...Then your majesty, are you going to give him a fatal blow when he is most proud?"
"Of course not."
Zeus smiled again, shook his head, and said casually: "If I want to kill him, why bother so much?"
"As the king of gods, all gods in this world should obey my orders. Why should I do it to a mere mortal?"
"Even if that day really comes, my messenger will naturally come forward. He will invite the 'highly respected' gods in the world and suppress this mortal."
"Such a story... makes sense, right?"
Zeus smiled warmly, but Clymene shuddered for no reason.
'Highly respected' gods... So what exactly does your majesty the king of gods plan to do?
Who does he want to invite, who does he need to invite?
Or... he just wants to see who will really come if he 'invites' them.
Whether they come or not, this is an answer.
Although it is a forced answer, it is also a choice.
And in this land of heaven, the only one who is truly qualified to force those gods to give answers, apart from the original gods, is Zeus.
"Your Majesty... is really far-sighted."
After a low compliment, Clymene felt panic at this moment, but inexplicably, she was also a little excited.
Yes, that's it.
This is what she wants.
Fame, power, and someone who holds everything in his hands.
The king of gods is so unfathomable, he must be the final winner.
And these... how can Iapetus give her.
...
One night passed quickly.
The next morning, Apollo took away his sun chariot, and Hephaestus also came to the temple of the sun with the things he had prepared.
Although a little surprised at Achilles' calmness, the god of craftsmanship did not ask much.
He is just a worker, and this mortal is just material for his work.
"Yes, it's a good place."
The materials have been prepared, and the necessary preparations have been completed.
The suspended chair, which looks like it was cast in gold, surrounds the temple. Bathed in the residual breath of the sun god's power, Hephaestus is very satisfied with the environment here.
Not to mention his temple in Olympus, even the crater of Lemnos Island, the power contained is far less than this place, which is undoubtedly good news for the craftsman god.
After all, as long as the materials are in place, he is still confident in refining artifacts.
But he has never trained a human with the power of the Styx into an artifact or a human puppet.
Even for Hephaestus, this is a huge challenge.
If you are not careful, there is a possibility of failure.
"Come on, start... This net is given to you, just as a souvenir."
"How is it, my craftsmanship is not bad"
did not take back the golden net, anyway, it was already something that was exchanged.
Hephaestus did not show hostility, but smiled at Achilles.
"I heard that Her Highness Hecate of Silvermoon City is the origin of witchcraft, and the first alchemy was also created there by a man named Hermes."
"In your impression, how does my technology compare to alchemy and witchcraft?"
"Of course it is far inferior." "
The Goddess of the Magic Web has never considered herself the pinnacle of witchcraft, and the ultimate of alchemy is even more difficult to guess."
"You want to compare with them, I'm afraid you think too much."
Achilles spoke lightly. Although he didn't know the true level of the God of Craftsman, he still felt that the other party thought too much.
Not to mention anything else, just the stone box that sealed the sword Levatin was something that the other party could not do.
"Is that so... maybe."
"If there is a chance, I will go and see it."
He nodded slightly, and Hephaestus was not very angry.
After all, Achilles was about to die, and there was no real great achievement in alchemy at present.
The conversation ended here, and the God of Craftsman waited silently in the temple.
As the world passed by, the shadow outside the temple gradually tilted.
When the sun reached the noon mark, Hephaestus's face became solemn.
He raised his right hand slightly, and invisible power surrounded his palm.
Since the sun was sealed in the starry sky, the scorching sun running in the sky has become three rounds of alternating suns, representing morning, noon and dusk respectively.
At this moment, the Temple of the Sun itself replaced the "noon" that was touring the sky, and the unused "morning sun" and "dusk" exuded their own power.
Three distinct and different flames followed from Hephaestus's hand, and they together formed a huge furnace, enveloping Achilles.
The power of the "morning sun" was added to the "thunder fire", bringing vitality to the destructive thunder and lightning; the "dusk" was added to the earth fire, making the flames of the lava in the earth's core more heavy.
Since the stove fire had no "sun" to connect with it, it had to spontaneously attract the emotions entangled in the Temple of the Sun.
It turned the desire of the creatures of the world for the sun into fuel, forging the hero in the furnace.
For a moment, the three flames seemed to have reached a certain unity under the power of the sun, which was the same source.
The space in the furnace seemed to be distorted beyond recognition, making it difficult to see what was inside.
But the next moment, Hephaestus felt a chill coming from the furnace, making him feel a chill from the heart.
"Styx... what a pity."
"If the Styx was not so repulsive to divinity, I would really like to use its water to quench fire."
His expression changed slightly, and then relaxed again.
Through the flames that made up the furnace, Hephaestus looked at the figure inside.
If he wanted to start smelting, the first step was to weaken the power of the Styx on the other party.
"You don't have to do this kind of meaningless resistance. After all, this is not the underworld."
"No matter how powerful Styx's power is, it can't be endless. Your persistence has no meaning except to bring you some pain."
If he could shake the will of this mortal, perhaps he would be more relaxed.
However, although there was no sound coming from the furnace, the power of the Styx did not weaken.
Hephaestus realized that he was doing useless work, and the other party would obviously not give up so easily.
"It's up to you. It won't take any more time."
"Since this is your own choice, as long as you don't regret it."
After observing the situation for a while, he determined that there would be no changes in the short term.
Hephaestus then leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.
This was the first stage of forging, and there was no technical content. It was just a pure battle of strength.
He didn't expect to completely consume the power of the Styx, but at least he had to suppress it first.
And this step just needed enough time.
...
Swish-
the flames burned, and three different colors covered everything.
At this moment, in the furnace, compared with before, Achilles's surroundings had already changed a lot.
The golden net that bound him was taken off and placed in the flames on the side.
Three different flame halos surrounded the hero's body, constantly colliding with the blue breath.
This was the power of the Styx consuming them, and as Hephaestus said, Achilles did gradually feel some pain.
However, this level of pain was obviously not taken seriously. Sitting in the middle of the furnace, Achilles wiped his arm, and the stone box before appeared in front of him after a flash of light.
"The sun... Compared with the thunder of the God King, its power seems to be more powerful."
Just as Hephaestus did not take him seriously, Achilles actually did not take the God of Craftsman seriously.
The flames were burning all around, but if he had not been counting on the other party's so-called "tempering", the young hero would have drawn his sword and split the divine fire in front of him.
Even at this moment, he could feel the restlessness of the stone box.
The dormant artifact was longing for perfection, but Achilles suppressed this fluctuation. After all, now was not the right time.
As the craftsman god of Olympus, he should have some skills.
Achilles didn't know, but he was willing to give it a try.
So in the endless flames, time passed slowly.
On the first day, nothing happened. Even though he consciously restrained the power of the Styx, Achilles could not actively control this power.
It only passively protected its host, rather than becoming a part of his power.
When threatened, it was an indestructible shield.
But it was obvious that the young hero could not actively control this shield that was strong enough to resist the power of God.
On the third day, the flames remained the same.
Achilles remained unchanged in the furnace.
The young hero did not know whether the goddess of the underworld had noticed what was happening here, and whether she had any plans.
But at least so far, his power did not seem to diminish, and he still firmly resisted the divine flames.
On the seventh day, the change finally happened.
A few materials that had never been seen before were thrown down from outside the furnace and fell beside Achilles.
In just a moment, they were easily turned into ashes by the flames, and then sucked into his chest in the form of smoke and dust.
Achilles felt that his blood was flowing faster and faster, and his strength seemed to be a little stronger, and his senses seemed to be more acute.
"This is a tonic for you, used to strengthen your body. You should have felt it."
"This is a formula I specially prepared according to your physique. It is a deadly poison to any living thing except you." "
But in your body, it can stimulate your potential to a deeper level."
Hephaestus' voice came from outside, and his voice was no different from before.
Strengthening the body of this human is also part of his creation plan.
"Oh, then continue."
Achilles accepted it calmly.
On the fourteenth day, Achilles, who had gradually become accustomed to the dust falling every day, noticed something new again.
This time, the material falling into the furnace seemed to be some kind of oily liquid.
When it fell on his body, the young hero felt as if he had a little sense of "life" again.
The power of the Styx seemed to have really subsided - no, it did not subside, but merged with him at a deeper level.
However, on the surface, the cold current that isolated the divine fire weakened, and a little warmth came to his face.
"Come on."
His expression did not change, and the young hero knew the intention of the craftsman god.
The power of the Styx will contain the power of the outside world, but if the divine fire is allowed to exert pressure from the outside, and then treated with this special material, he may be able to truly merge with the power of the Styx little by little.
At that time, he may still be "immortal", and even more difficult to hurt than before. But along with it, he may also reveal some flaws that he himself does not know.
"Hephaestus... It seems that he does have some skills."
"But if that's all, I'm afraid it's still a long way to go."
With some expectation, Achilles waited in the flames.
This is a crisis, but also an opportunity.
If he wants to defeat death, every bit of this power is an indispensable accumulation for him.
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Ding-
Ding-
Ding-
...
The bell rang, and another day passed on Mount Olympus.
It has been 48 days since Hephaestus went to the Temple of the Sun.
In the days before, even if he asked every day, the God of War only got the answer of "waiting quietly".
The arrogant mortal remained unmoved under the divine fire, and there was no sign of being refined.
Until a few days ago, Ares once wanted to persuade Aphrodite to give up, but this evening, he finally got good news.
The God of Craftsman has made a breakthrough in the concoction of that mortal.
According to this trend, he will be successful in no time.
"Aphrodite, you have received the news too."
In a good mood, the God of War knocked on the door of the Temple of the Goddess of Beauty.
Because of a series of mistakes before, Aphrodite has ignored him for a long time.
Fortunately, today's news has finally improved. Even without the help of the Mother Goddess, the damn mortal can't hold on.
"Of course I know, after all, if I still rely on you, I'm afraid I can't accomplish anything."
With a sidelong glance, Aphrodite saw Ares's intention at a glance.
Recently, I have neglected him a little. Although this nominal husband is a little incompetent, it is still useful.
The goddess of beauty knows that it's okay to scold him, but he must always feel that he has gained something.
Just like gambling among mortals, it's okay to lose money, but you can't lose money all the time.
Let the first person win the money first, then let the bystanders follow him to his gambling table, and then let the people who follow him lose together.
Just when they are frustrated, give them some chances to win, so that those who stay will be glad and those who leave will regret it.
Back and forth, in the tug of war, the winner is determined and the people who enter the game can never leave.
This is how gambling in the world works, and it is also the same when dealing with gods like Ares.
"I'm tired."
Speaking lightly, Aphrodite turned and walked into the temple.
Although she seemed not to want to communicate, she did not drive the other party out of the temple.
Seeing this, Ares' eyes lit up and he hurriedly chased after her.
"Aphrodite, wait for me."
The night deepened and the moon hung on the branches.
The flames of the Temple of the Sun were still burning, and the temples of the gods were always bright.
The sacred mountain often divided day and night, and today was no exception.
This night is still very long.
It was a dark night.
The moon slid across the sky, and two silhouettes hung on the annual disk.
Winter had already arrived on the earth, but the sacred mountain was still full of spring.
As the mountain transformed from the body of the ancient mountain god Urya, Olympus was actually both a dead object and a "living object".
Therefore, it could repair itself after being damaged, and would also expand the length of its branches when it had surplus power.
In this case, the positions of different temples shifted slightly, and the Temple of the Sun was the most obvious example.
When its owner betrayed the divine court, the new sun god only used this place as a tool for parking the car frame. This palace, which had lost its spirit, slowly deviated from the main peak in the spontaneous movement of the mountain range.
It was located closer to the south of the entire Olympus Mountains, standing at the highest point in this area, receiving the cyclical scorching sun.
Tsk...
The interior of the temple had changed greatly compared to a few dozen days ago.
Three balls of light whose interiors could not be seen were suspended in the air, surrounding the four directions like three pillars.
At their center, a huge furnace was burning silently.
Around the furnace, dozens of beings that looked like humans but had no life on their bodies were constantly throwing things into it for forging.
As for Hephaestus, he was sitting on a suspended golden chair, looking at the flickering ball of light in the sky.
This was a fragment of the sun. Without it, the world would have lost its sunlight long ago because of Helios's fall.
And even if it was just a fragment, the authority it represented was no weaker than Hephaestus's priesthood as the god of volcanoes and lava. If
the sun god was a natural noble, Hephaestus was just like Zephyrus, the god of the west wind. His priesthood was not naturally powerful.
If it weren't for his talent as a craftsman, he probably wouldn't have been invited back to Olympus by Zeus, and even with the help of faith, he wouldn't have taken the position of the main god.
"...Unfortunately, I can't accommodate it at all, and Apollo can only control it with the help of a divine tool."
"Before, I thought it was just the king of gods who didn't allow it, but I didn't expect it to be like this..."
Turning the chair, Hephaestus circled around the ball of light that symbolized the 'midday sun'.
Faintly, a spirit of madness and chaos was emanating from within, which made him stop thinking about approaching.
"The source of the sun, the core of the priesthood... What kind of power can shatter the authority of the gods?"
"Is it the legendary previous generation of the king of gods, or is it actually done by Zeus?"
Looking at the ball of light in front of him, Hephaestus couldn't help but laugh at the arrogance of the mortal in the furnace.
The ancient sun god, the Titan who once dominated half of the starry sky for thousands of years, but his end is so miserable now.
Even the priesthood and authority given to him in the present world were shattered by unknown means and turned into stars scattered on the earth.
In this world, who dares to say that he is invincible in the world, and who can win forever?
Three eras have passed, and there has never been such an existence in the world.
Those with weak strength survived, while those who relied on their own strength eventually died.
"Hehe, what does this have to do with me?"
"Midnight is about to pass, and today is the forty-ninth day."
"It won't be long before his body will completely merge with the power of the Styx, thus reaching the peak of power. However, this moment is the strongest time in his life, but also the weakest moment, because his soul will be exposed."
"Everything I did did not hurt him, but made him better, so the power of Styx did not stop this process."
"But when his body merged with this power, it was also the time when I took out his soul."
"Without the soul, no matter how powerful and immortal the body is, it is just a dead thing. It will only become the nutrient of the new artifact and can no longer stop my refining..."
Paying attention to moving away from the light ball, Hephaestus silently waited for the arrival of midnight.
The casting of the artifact is not so fast, and separating the body and soul is only the first step, although it is the most critical step.
Legend has it that seven is a sacred number belonging to spirituality. He chose to complete this step at the full moon on the forty-ninth day, and there are similar reasons.
"Well, it's time to put the last material in."
Time passed silently. At a certain moment, Hephaestus opened his hands and threw the divine blood into the furnace.
The fire was blazing, but there was no life inside.
This mortal occasionally communicated with him at the beginning, but recently, he didn't know if he knew that his death was approaching, but he didn't speak.
But it didn't matter whether he spoke or not. He covered the furnace and was nervous.
He only had one chance to be together.
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Shh...
The flames burned, and in the furnace, above Achilles' head, the divine blood dripping into the furnace turned into mist in an instant.
His eyes flashed slightly, and the breath of the divine blood was so clear.
There was no need to judge, Achilles recognized its owner.
Ares, there will be no one else.
His divine blood began to surround the young hero, contributing to the final transformation.
"Huh--"
Killing intent flashed in his eyes, and Achilles let out a long breath.
As time passed day by day, an unprecedented sense of power began to spread in his body.
Although he had no divine power, a force similar to that of the giants began to gradually brew and spread in the muscles and blood vessels of the young hero.
This was not an orthodox ability, and it could not fight against the truly powerful gods.
But this unprecedented sense of power made Achilles' heart more and more excited, and he even wanted to rush out and kill everyone right now.
"No, wait a little longer, I haven't reached my limit yet."
"It will be soon, don't worry... you will be able to become one soon."
Trying to suppress his thoughts, Achilles pressed the stone box in front of him with both hands.
The stone box trembled slightly, and the things inside seemed to want to break free and merge with the light ball outside.
But Achilles would not let a sword control his actions. A weapon is a weapon, and it will always be held in the hands of the user.
Wow--
whoosh...
The flames continued to burn, and the last cold current around Achilles gradually retracted to block it.
However, at this moment, the young hero could no longer feel the burning of the flames around him.
These forces could no longer affect him. This was the true indestructible body.
With his mind tense, Achilles secretly waited for the final transformation to be completed.
After a while, it was time for him to leave the furnace.
...
Time passed bit by bit, and in the Temple of the Sun, Hephaestus stared at the furnace in front of him. The flames burned more and more vigorously, and the three-colored divine fire seemed to know that it was the most critical moment.
At a certain moment, when the silver car reached the middle of the road, the god of craftsman suddenly sat up and reached out to the furnace.
The physical arm began to transform into a state that could touch the soul, and the divine body changed its nature under the will of its master.
However, at this moment, Hephaestus's face suddenly changed. He subconsciously pulled his hand back and pulled a puppet to block in front of him.
Bang...
Bang-
bang-bang!
Three consecutive shocks were completed at the same time, and then a golden light rose from the furnace, and then instantly tore through the barrier of flames.
It was like a scorching sun rising in front of him, piercing people so that they couldn't open their eyes.
When Hephaestus came to his senses, the puppet in front of him had turned into ashes, and the mortal who should have been in the furnace was standing in front of him.
"You... How could it be... No, this sword!"
With his eyes flashing, Hephaestus seemed to have seen something incredible.
A golden and red sword was held in his hand, and the scabbard made of purple-green crystal was scattered on the ground.
The boundless breath flowed in the sword. At this moment, it was as if a real sun god was standing in front of him.
"You——"
——
Without waiting for the god of craftsmanship to speak, Achilles took a step forward.
The tip of the sword pointed back, and the hilt hit Hephaestus' chest fiercely.
In just one move, the originally suspended golden chair shattered, and the short body fell to the ground of the Temple of the Sun.
Hephaestus was not without defense, but his efforts were undoubtedly futile in front of a real high-level artifact.
And unlike other artifacts, perhaps because it was integrated with the most core authority of the ancient sun god, although it had a strong curse, Levatin also had something that other artifacts could not achieve.
That is, in some cases, such as when a part of himself was close at hand, even if the person holding it had no divine power, he could fully exert its power.
Tap tap...
"I hate when someone talks to me in the sky, especially when the person talking is a god."
Reaching out to clear the smoke, Achilles slowly stepped forward.
However, looking at Hephaestus who fell to the ground, he was a little surprised for a moment.
"So you are a cripple. I thought you were unwilling to stand on the same land with me... Heh, please forgive my presumption. After all, there is nothing wrong with me imagining gods in this way."
"Where did you get this sword?"
Ignoring Achilles' rudeness, Hephaestus stood up with difficulty.
To him, Achilles' touch with the hilt of the sword itself was not that terrible, but the moment he touched the sword, he seemed to feel the burning of the sun.
Few gods can ignore this kind of damage, even if he is the god who controls volcanoes and lava.
"This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Craftsman."
"In fact, I was going to use you to test this sword that can bring dusk, but you helped me after all, and you are the first person to witness my rebirth."
"So I will let you go today, but if you dare to stand in front of me again, I will never show mercy next time."
Achilles has never been a good-tempered person. Even in the original myth, he once dragged the corpse of the enemy behind the galloping horse in anger and treated the enemy's body cruelly.
However, Chiron's teachings still worked, so the young hero swept his eyes across the palace and then looked at the somewhat lively mountain.
At the moment he left the furnace, a beam of light connected to the sky shot straight into the starry sky, and the sword that saw the sun seemed to echo the stars in the starry sky.
However, the barrier covering the ecliptic was as stable as Mount Tai. It failed to attract the sun in the starry sky, but only made the quiet mountain boil.
"Mortal, do you know what you are doing?"
He casually restored the broken chair to its original state, but Hephaestus found that the runes inside the golden chair had turned to ashes under the burning of the sun.
The god of craftsmanship had no choice but to put it aside and looked at the hero who was about to leave.
"This is Olympus, and the God King is still here."
"I don't know how you were caught by Ares with this sword, but if you escape now, there may be a chance."
"But if you anger the God King, you will die."
"Give me this sword, or tell me who forged it, and I can help you leave. This is your only way to survive."
"Only?"
Achilles just shook his head with a smile on his face.
"The God King is the ruler of the world. He rules all living things on Mount Olympus... I'm tired of hearing this."
"But in my opinion, he doesn't have much ability. Even the Sea King he appointed to rule the sea can't command the ocean at all."
"Craftsman, since you can forge iron, then do it well instead of interfering in the wars of warriors."
"Since the God King is not eternal and can be replaced... then the throne is passed on in turns, why can't it be my turn?"
The God King cannot fight against fate, so if you want to defeat fate, you can't be weaker than the God King.
So the young hero stopped talking to the God of Craftsman and sensed the location of Ares.
Since the other party had sworn that only one of them could survive, he would fulfill his wish.
Let's just cut off his head and see the immortality of the god.
"Hmm... I found it."
Following the induction of the breath, Achilles tilted his head slightly.
Ares and the goddess of beauty were both there, so he didn't have to work any harder.
Holding the sword Levadin, the next moment, three balls of light rushed here in no particular order.
However, for some unknown reason, Achilles turned his sword and only took the one that symbolized "dusk".
"Come on, don't be impatient."
"Let me see your true strength first."
"If you are just like this, then you'd better stay in the box."
The sword was raised sideways, and he was also rude to his own weapon.
Achilles took a step forward and aimed at the mountain peak that was faintly shining in the distance.
The first step to overturn Mount Olympus is naturally not to fight the king of gods.
Before facing the final enemy, start by destroying the mountain where the Temple of the God of War is located.
At midnight, the moon was full in the sky.
The light of the silver moon shone from the west, dragging a long silhouette on the sacred mountain.
Behind the main peak of Olympus, in a majestic palace made entirely of bronze, the God of War woke up from his bed.
The moonlight shone through the skylight on his sculpted body, and Ares looked a little unhappy.
Due to Aphrodite's 'reward' today, he had just fallen asleep.
But before he could rest, the keen sense brought by the [War] theocracy woke him up.
There was more than one person in the palace at this time, but compared to Ares, the goddess of beauty was still unaware of stretching her body on the bed covered with roses, pomegranates and myrtles.
Even if she did not actively exert her power, the sleeping Aphrodite was still enough to charm everyone.
However, the awakened God of War had no time to appreciate this beautiful scenery that had been appreciated by countless people, because in his perception, a magnificent breath was rising from a corner of the mountain.
Wow -
the next moment, just as Ares expected.
A brilliant beam of light rose from the ground, as if connecting the sky and the sacred mountain together.
However, feeling the breath coming from the beam of light, Ares was relieved.
"It's the power of the sun... What is Hephaestus doing, making such a commotion in the middle of the night."
"Well, no, it seems that he said that the smelting of the artifact is about to make a breakthrough in the next two days, so is this his method..."
Without doubting anything else, Ares just shook his head slightly. At this moment, he couldn't help but envy Hephaestus's talent.
Since the sun was sealed, it's not that no gods have been interested in the remains of the ancient gods that replaced the sun.
However, except for Apollo who can use the power of the [Sun Chariot] to drive it on his behalf, no other gods can use their power.
Before today, no one knew that the God of Craftsmanship could actually draw the power of the sun.
Even if it is only used indirectly, it is also an extraordinary ability.
"Hmph, both of us are born of the Mother Goddess, but he can't compare to me in appearance and strength, and he doesn't have a wife as beautiful as me."
"So what if he can forge iron? He's just a craftsman."
With a cold snort, Ares didn't plan to continue watching the other party's casting.
He was startled in the middle of the night, thinking that something had happened. What a waste of time.
Especially seeing that Aphrodite seemed to be awakened by the huge movement, Ares hurried forward.
"Well... what happened?"
"Nothing, just what Hephaestus said during the day."
"There has been a breakthrough in the refining of the artifact, and it has nothing to do with us."
Although the warning in the dark is still there, Ares still said casually.
You know, his spiritual perception from the divine power is not always effective.
For example, the accident that made him lose face, in the end nothing happened. (See 3-113)
It's probably just because the power of the sun is too strong. You know, the Mother Goddess once said that if the sun had not split, I'm afraid that the ancient sun god today would have mastered the power to rival the God King Earth Mother.
In this situation, it is inevitable that he will instinctively feel threatened.
"Is that so... It seems that the progress is going well."
Opening her eyes, Aphrodite stretched gently, causing the god of war to widen his eyes.
Ignoring Ares's fiery gaze, Aphrodite looked through the skylight at the rising light column in the distance.
The power of the sun is so warm and passionate. The rising sun in the middle of the night alarmed all the beings on and off the mountain.
However, just like Ares, even though the light column rose, no god went to check it out.
As early as dozens of days ago, the casting of Hephaestus was already well known, so naturally no one would be surprised.
But as she watched, Aphrodite suddenly found that something else seemed to appear in her sight.
"What is that...?"
The light column dissipated in an instant, and the originally scattered light seemed to return to the origin.
On the mountain where Hephaestus was, a spot of light flashed for a moment.
The next moment, Ares, who was facing the goddess of beauty, felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and he subconsciously turned his head back.
However, what appeared in his eyes was only a ray of light that seemed to split the sea.
"Ares..."
"Die!"
Boom!
Like the morning star colliding with the earth, Mount Olympus could not help but stop for a moment, and then, starting with the peak where the god of war was, one-sixth of the mountain range in the south began to break off inch by inch.
In an instant, all the gods who were still on the mountain realized that something was wrong, but they were too late to rescue.
At the same time, Achilles, who was standing in the sky, was shocked to see the result of his sword.
Just by waving his hand, the thousands of miles of Olympus peaks collapsed in front of him, splashing up smoke and dust.
Even though the main peak was still majestic, it was the first time that the young hero had seen such a scene in the past years.
Once, the Centaur had told him that the real battle between gods could penetrate the earth and even tear the sky apart.
The supreme primitive gods could even make the stars fall, the sun fall on the sea, and even shatter the sky.
But from childhood to adulthood, Achilles had never really seen such a scene.
In his cognition, he only knew that even the goddess of hunting had to bend her bow and draw her arrow, and the monarch of the sea had to be speechless in front of the top demigod.
Across the power of the Styx, until he was hit by the divine power not long ago, the power of the gods did not move Achilles.
However, at this moment, this overwhelming scene made the young hero speechless.
"This..."
"...Is this the true power of the gods?"
"Or is this just the divine power that belongs to this sword?"
Holding the hilt tightly, the hero who had never really wielded such power could not judge the strength at all. He only knew that the movements of the gods' previous attacks on him were not as powerful as this sword.
With his eyes slightly shining, Achilles strode forward and stabbed the sword towards the place where Ares' breath was.
Take his life while he is sick.
Although he didn't know why the God of War failed to react to his attack just now, Achilles would not show mercy.
The boundless power was rushing towards him along the sword. At this moment, the young hero felt that he was invincible.
"Ares... get out here!"
Boom!
The loud voice echoed on the sacred mountain, and Achilles laughed out loud.
So what if he is the king of gods? He will deal with this person who is blocking the way first, and then learn the weight of these gods one by one.
"Come-"
"-Come and fight!"
It was like the sun rising on the sacred mountain, and the entire east of Mount Olympus turned from night to day.
The collision between the sun and war began on the sacred mountain.
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Boom
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boom
... Above the Olympus Mountains, a war of gods that had not been seen for a thousand years was erupting.
However, on the main peak, nothing seemed to have happened.
Zeus was at the top of the Golden Palace, happily watching the vibrations and roars in the distance.
It was like an accompaniment to wine, or a grand play.
The King of Gods simply used his power to fix the main peak of Mount Olympus, and then turned a blind eye to it.
Unlike Zeus, at this time, in the Golden Palace, one god after another was walking in and sitting down in their respective seats.
They were all awakened by Achilles's movements, and then came here to wait for Zeus's orders.
Ares was fighting hard, but none of the gods present went to help him.
This was not because of any grudges, but everyone knew that the King of Gods had not gone out in recent days.
Since he did not leave, there must be a reason why Zeus did not suppress the mortal who shook the mountain of gods in the first place.
Compared with stopping this battle itself, the gods wanted to know the answer to this question more.
If Zeus actually had another relationship with that human...then why did they do it.
"Your Majesty."
Time passed by minute by minute, and when the gods who stayed in the sacred mountain gradually gathered, someone finally couldn't help but step out.
"The prisoners captured by the God of War are wreaking havoc on the sacred mountain, and His Majesty Ares is fighting the enemy."
"I don't know... does your majesty have any orders?"
"... Hmm?"
After drinking a glass of fine wine, Zeus signaled the goddess of youth to fill it up. He seemed to have just noticed the dispute outside the Golden Palace.
Reaching out and tapping the table lightly, the God King looked around at the gods, and then smiled and spoke under the gazes of various eyes.
"I know the mortal who is causing trouble outside."
"He was just the daughter of the sea god and a mortal. Fortunately, he was helped by the goddess of the underworld and became immortal."
"However, his own power is limited, and he should not have such power to wreak havoc on the sacred mountain. It's just that the weapon in his hand gave him strength, which made him so powerful today."
"Just looking at that weapon... I can't make a move."
"Weapon?"
Some gods were surprised. They came in a hurry and didn't pay attention to the long sword in Achilles' hand at all.
Some gods secretly paid attention. They saw the powerful sword on the way here.
It was a high-level artifact comparable to the [Thunderbolt Arrow]. But for some reason, that human could use its full power.
Judging from Zeus' attitude, there must be a secret here.
"Your Majesty, what is so special about the sword?"
On the high platform that belonged to the main god, the wind god who had just returned to the mountain of gods today bowed slightly.
Although Zeus didn't say anything, he was very satisfied. As expected
, he was his most favored subordinate, and he called him back today.
Even without prior instructions, he knew what the key to the problem was.
"This sword is not mine, nor is it a treasure of the gods on earth."
"Thousands of years ago, when I first ascended the throne of the God King, I went to visit the Spirit Lord and the Earth Mother."
"As expected, the sword should be from the spirit world."
With a smile on his face, Zeus paid attention to the changing expressions of the gods.
"As you all know, I have always respected the original gods since I succeeded the God King."
"Even if the Earth Mother came to attack, I would not make things difficult for her unless she wanted to overturn the God Mountain."
"Now that this human has been given a sword by the Lord of the Spirit World, I think he must be favored. If I kill him, it will inevitably cause trouble."
"So I wonder who is willing to help me capture this lunatic who offended the God Mountain?"
In silence, Zeus blurred the concept.
No one stipulates that holding a sword from the spirit world must be the will of the Lord of the Spirit World.
Moreover, whether this sword is related to the spirit world is now just Zeus's one-sided statement.
However, at this moment, no one pointed out the problem.
After all, this is a high-level artifact that has never been seen before, and only the ancient god of creation can wield it.
And from the perspective of the gods of Olympus, except for the nod of the original god himself, no one should dare to lend such an artifact without authorization.
So the matter should not be false, and the origin of this human is indeed true.
But now that his identity is confirmed, the question arises. If this is true, who should capture him?
Although few of the gods have seen Ryan use his full strength, the three words "Original God" are enough to make them afraid to speak.
"... Your Majesty, this matter is probably not simple."
In the silence, the God of West Wind broke the peace again.
Zeus raised his hand slightly, motioning him to continue.
"Regarding the matter between His Majesty Ares and this human... let's not talk about right or wrong for now."
"But if the gods of the Divine Court take action, it will inevitably cause some trouble."
"You must know that since your majesty ascended the throne, your divine power has been supreme. First, you suppressed the Earth Mother, and then defeated Typhon. Even the ancient gods of creation would not dare to underestimate your majesty's reputation."
"This is a good thing, but in today's matter, if the gods of the Divine Court take action, it will inevitably be seen as a contest between your majesty and the ancient gods. Regardless of whether they win or lose in the end, it will only cause trouble."
The wind god's words were stern. Regardless of whether they looked down on Zephyros on weekdays, the gods
could not help but nod secretly at this time. It was good not to take action. The tragic scene of the battle with Typhon was still vivid in their minds.
As for Zeus, he also nodded slightly, and seemed to be very annoyed by Zephyros's words.
"Then in your opinion, how should we deal with this?"
"I think your majesty can write a letter and send people to invite the secluded gods to come here to help, and they should not refuse."
"In this way, not only can your majesty avoid the conflict with the ancient gods and avoid a catastrophe, but it will also prevent the majesty of the gods from being lost and mortals from looking down on the existence of the gods."
Zeferos continued with a respectful look.
"What's more, there are many capable people in the starry sky and the sea, who are not inferior to the main gods. As long as one or two can be invited, I think someone will be able to subdue this mortal and restore peace to the mountain of gods."
"Good!"
The God King laughed when he heard this, gently clapping his hands.
His eyes then slowly swept over the gods and asked for their opinions.
"Do you have any objection to the suggestion of the God of Wind?"
Zeus said, and naturally no one would have any objection.
After all, they were not the ones who had to contribute, so anyone else could do it.
Seeing that they had reached a consensus, Zeus turned his eyes back and continued to ask: "Since all the gods have no objection, then the matter is settled."
"But who should we ask for help is also a question."
"But it is better not to trouble two masters for one thing, Zephyrus, you take my token and go on the journey in my place."
"Like before, I believe you will not let me down."