Mythology: Spiritual Ruler - Chapter 583

Chapter 583 Pretending to die

Tifeng’s sons are everywhere in the world, some of which are demons and some are evil things.

The former’s power is similar to that of giants. They are not gods, have no authority, but have unique powers that are no less than this.

The strength of those extraordinary powers makes it difficult for gods to crack is the famous demon.

In contrast, although the ancient evil creatures who wander around the world also have different abilities, they often do not have that absoluteness.

Or to be more precise, those ancient evil things are not “mechanical monsters”. The only powerful ability they share may be the powerful immortality that comes from the source of power.

Sphinx is a demon, so it only has the power of a demon, but does not have the powerful vitality of evil things; it is not a god, so it cannot absorb the faith that has gathered on it for thousands of years.

Inch of golden light emerged from its body, and the lives and souls paid by the dead heroes in the past were transferred here.

But Hercules did not choose to accept the dead souls, but let them dissipate with the wind.

A warm feeling appeared on him…but like Sphinx, he could not use the accumulated power of faith.

They wandered around Hercules, just like Pandora once did… and after losing all their vitality, the body of the Sphinx began to change.

From the tail to the soles of the feet, from the waist and abdomen to the head.

After a while, a huge stone statue replaced the previous demon.

Just like the magical craftsmanship of nature, it was born in nature without any trace of man-made things.

From this moment on, another son of Tifon died at the hands of Hercules… but it was different from before. Defeating such an opponent did not make the big hero feel happy.

“Dang-“

With a crisp sound of metal and stones, looking down, I saw a quaint and exquisite balance falling on the ground in front of Hercules.

There is no need to explore, intuition tells him that this is the legendary artifact [Golden Balance], on both sides of it, anything can be measured.

  Typical, intangible; entity, conceptual.

  Go forward and picked up the balance. Hercules didn’t know why it appeared here.

This is the bet between the Goddess of Justice and Sphinx, and since the demon is dead, shouldn’t it be returned to the Goddess’ hands?

Even if I haven’t gone back, why did I come to me?

“Maybe this is a reward, a tool to lend you.”

  Since the previous question and answer, Prometheus stepped forward and explained.

“The same is true for Perseus. More than one **** once lent him the artifact.”

“You have made far more contributions than him, and it’s no wonder that you can get the same treatment.”

“So that’s the case… Then I understand.”

Nodded slowly, the hero put the balance away.

He didn’t know what it was for him to want it, but it was a powerful artifact after all.

Put things away, Hercules looked around the valley.

There is nothing he needs to pay attention to here, and next, it’s time for him to move forward…

“So Dionysus, do you have anything else to do here?”

He asked, and the hero waited for a while.

But what surprised him was that the other party had not responded to him for a long time.

Turning around, the handsome young man was leaning against a big tree, closing his eyes in the shade of the tree to meditate.

A few steps forward, Hercules was about to say something. However, it was not until he got close to him that Dionysus’s condition was actually a bit strange.

“Is he… asleep?”

Something inexplicable flashed in my eyes. Is the duel between me and Sphinx so long, but so boring?

I couldn’t understand it for a moment, but the great hero still planned to wake him up.

It’s time to set off, not to mention that even if you want to sleep, there is no need to sleep here…

  Shake his head slightly, Hercules stretched out his hand and shook Dionysus’s shoulders.

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“Hey, wake up!”

“Wake up… can’t you move?”

“Poke…I poke…”

 …

[Dream Spirit World], the dream of ancient gods.

The sky is bright and the earth is dark.

Twelve stone pillars support the sky and the earth, and the chains that are tensed maintain their connection with the sky and the earth.

Rather than saying it is a pillar, it looks more like huge tombstones. They stand on the land like a deserted tomb, reflecting the sky like a holy country.

In the middle of the earth, in a huge pit that was missing from the bottom, the white dragon gathered its wide dragon wings and stared at the young **** lying in the pit curiously.

The sharp fingertips poked at the gods who seemed to have lost consciousness, but even if they were bleeding, the other party never responded.

 Stamp—

 Puff…

Seeing another ‘little fountain’ on the body in front of me, Iserania’s crystal clear eyes showed some unhappiness.

In her perception, the guy in front of her was obviously awake, but for some reason she kept pretending to be unwavering.

After all, in the entire dream spirit world, there is only awake creatures and sleeping creatures, and there is no third possibility.

Even outsiders who have their true bodies enter this place, once they are unconscious or even fall asleep here, they will only show their dreams under the ubiquitous rules of [Dream], and even appear on their bodies, turning into a brand new dream bubble, and finally wrapping themselves up.

So since there is no trace of dreams around Dionysus, he was easily dragged into the dream of the ancient gods that few can carry the power of the white dragon, then his awakening is unnecessary.

“So…is this what mortals say ‘pretending to be dead’?”

“If he really dies, I can still resurrect him. This is my territory!”

“But I remember that man named No. ‘NO’ told me that no one in the world can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep… Then, I can’t resurrect a person who is pretending to be dead forever.”

With a serious expression, Iserania suddenly had an inspiration when she looked at the ‘corpse’ on the ground.

She felt that she had discovered a loophole, and it was also very feasible.

“Um…”

“People who pretend to be asleep cannot wake up…that means that only those who fall asleep can be woken up.”

“So if I want to wake up someone who pretends to be asleep, the best way is to let him actually fall asleep first and then call him up.”

“It’s hard to wake a person who pretends to be asleep, but it’s easy to let a person who is awake—and so on, it’s hard to resurrect a person who pretends to be dead, but it’s easy to beat a person to death.”

“If you want to wake up a person who pretends to be dead, the best way is to beat him to death first and then resurrect him, so that he can’t pretend!”

“Sure enough, I, Iserania, is the smartest dragon in the world!”

The excitement in his eyes was almost overflowing – this is not a metaphor, but a description.

In the dream world, emotions themselves can also become entities.

Looking at the **** lying in the pool of blood in front of him, Bailong decided to take action immediately. Just as she was about to do something… she sat down dejectedly again. Damn it… How should I do this kind of thing if I beat someone to death? She seems to have never done such a thing.

This is not a joke, because although Bai is not a dragon that has never killed life, she has indeed never killed any creature with the purpose of “killing”.

If someone dies because of her, it will only be the joint consequence of the White Dragon.

After all, in its eyes, the concepts of life and death are already relatively vague. The dream will record all the traces of the dead, and as long as she thinks, any life is the same as eternal life.

“Yeah…has it!”

“I don’t know, then learn it.”

“Anyway, those rare gods say so in their dreams. He is the most brutal **** in the world.”

Nodding vigorously, the white dragon looked up at the sky in the pit in the middle of the earth.

The dream of the ancient **** is vast and boundless, and compared with the twelve stone pillars standing on the earth, Iserania’s body is so small that it is almost invisible.

The extremely heavy and destructive aura fluctuated between the world, causing endless pressure… But Bai turned a blind eye to it.

Because in dreams, she is the real master.

“Ye————!”

A soft cry shattered the boundless clouds.

The nine-layer clouds shattered one after another, and began to rotate under the action of some invisible force, eventually forming a vortex that connects the sky and the earth.

The center of the vortex is facing the place of the white dragon, and in Iserania’s eyes, a figure as tall as the sky is carrying the starry sky, overlooking the lives on the earth.

No…There are no creatures on the earth in the dream of ancient gods.

Here there is only the earth itself and the twelve pillars that are like tombstones.

In the long past, the supreme God King broke the sacred mountain, cast his rebellious sons into sculptures, and suppressed them next to their mother forever.

He should be awake, because the Second Dream Realm was not born in the Dream of the Ancient God; he was not awake, because his sleep came from the backlash of the symbol of incompleteness and the balance of great power.

Today’s [Dream Spirit World] cannot bear his complete dream, so he appears here, but he has never really woken up.

Looking up at the sky, this scene was enough to make any creature in the land of Kaos feel horror from the bone marrow.

However, in Bai’s eyes, it was just a tool that could “kill” for her.

“Well… it’s really scary.”

“You’re the one, come on, beat this guy to death!”

The sound was ecstatic, and the white dragon grabbed the ‘corpse’ on the ground and prepared to fly to the sky.

Only at this moment, the ‘corpse’ seemed to finally find something wrong and opened its eyes in a hurry.

Damn, this white dragon is really looking for trouble.

And he, is this the God of Sky recorded in ancient history in this world?

Even if it is just his dream, there are still a few symbolic images and the power of the original God King… Such an existence is actually an absolute loser… No, I can’t touch him, at least not now.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at the supreme person in the sky of the ancient god’s dream, “Dionisus” was very helpless.

There is no way. If he is directly in contact with something related to the person of the God King himself, he will likely be locked by Kaos and will become one of the identity “local spirits” in advance when forced.

Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with becoming a ‘local god’. Isn’t this the same thing as the outer god’s flesh and blood tree next door? He also plans to do so in the future.

But if you join the company, it is also a way to join the company, timing, status, and strength.

  Value or worthless, how much value is there, and how the other party is in the current situation, all of these are all in particular.

Others… When the tree joins, it is brought together by the complete power and essence; when he joins, power has long been the spoil of others, and he is just a broken existence with an empty and personal status.

In this way, it’s almost unnecessary to think about what kind of treatment he can get… But to be honest, his existence will obviously not be discovered by people of her level. Even if there is a sense of incongruity, at best, it is a little bit of dissonance.

In this case, why did she hold herself to her?

I don’t know, but if you use yourself to judge others, and think about the other party’s amazing wisdom just now, ‘Dionisus’ thinks that the White Dragon is definitely a bit of a bad taste in it.

No one will really say what he says in his heart, and he will be as innocent as a blank paper. Even if there is, it is probably white.

“Ahem…wait, I’m awake… Where is this?”

A cough sounded, “Dionisus” woke up from the white dragon claws.

He seemed to have no idea what happened just now, and his eyes were full of confusion at this moment.

“Hey, are you finally not pretending to be dead?”

Some were surprised and regretful, and looked down at me.

On her dragon claws, ‘Dionis’ was still bleeding.

“Well… it’s such a pity. I’m still going to verify my plan… But forget it, I won’t blame you anymore.”

“Hello, I am Bai, you can also call me Isera. This is my realm—a dream of an ancient **** that is unmanned. This is a dream that few can accommodate me, so I often come here.”

“It’s your turn now. Who are you? Did I know you before?”

“…I?”

The young **** smiled bitterly when he heard this, and then introduced himself:

“If I do, you can call me Dionysus-“

“Lying!”

 Stamp—

Another hole, fortunately this is a dream.

In the dream, as long as you feel that you are still alive, no matter how seriously injured you are, you will not die.

So ‘Dionisus’ just twitched slightly, without any other reaction.

“Ahem… Lord Dragon, as Dionysus, my friends call me that, and I don’t have any other names. You said I lie… Where did you start?”

“I don’t know, can’t my intuition work?”

   Assured, Iserania asked back.

“…”

Silently lying in the dragon’s claws, “Dionisus” didn’t know what he had done. Could it be that he was targeted by fate in this world?

  The witch Medea in Silver Moon City in front, and Isera, the white dragon in the spiritual world. But the former at least makes sense, while the latter only talks about mood.

Huh…The only good news is that the Lord of the Spirit World seems not here, and He should still be busy cleaning up the mess.

Like Kaos Will, although the other party has the ability to discover, it is not that simple to really understand his own existence.

That supreme characteristic is enough to isolate everything… Even this white dragon just thought Dionysus was wrong, and never found any trace of him.

Otherwise, “Dionisus” would have given up this critical position and directly chose another road to “naturalization” Kaos.

(This chapter ends)