Chapter 318: Meeting God

  No matter from which angle you look at it, Moses was not a young man. On the contrary, even in later times, he could call himself old.

  From birth to old age, he has witnessed eighty years of human life. For Moses, the memories of this life can be roughly divided into two parts.

  Before he was forty years old. In the year when Moses was just born, Heliopolis, the center of Upper and Lower Egypt, underwent a great change. The sun, which had been ownerless for a thousand years, welcomed a new master again - or it could be the old master. In short, the ruler of the Hemenu world, Amon-Ra-Atum, ascended the supreme throne again, and was obviously more powerful than before.

  Thus, the past was buried in the history books, and the battles between the gods came to an end. Even the pharaohs on earth hurried to express their piety to the Lord of the Sun, and the way they expressed it was to further carry out the orders that Amon-Ra-Atum had given them.

  He commanded the Hebrews to build magnificent buildings but did not provide them with tools; he drove them out of their fertile land and made them live in desolate, remote areas; he also ordered the Hebrews not to have a second male offspring in an attempt to reduce their numbers, and Moses was born at this time.

  He was the second child in the family, the one who was not allowed to survive by the law. He was secretly hidden, but as he grew up day by day, Moses' existence could no longer be concealed.

  So, to protect his life, Moses' mother took a papyrus basket, coated it with tar and oil, and put the child in it. She secretly placed the basket among the reeds by the river where Pharaoh's daughter often swam. She told Moses' sister to watch from a distance, to learn what would become of the child.

  Perhaps it was fate, or just pure coincidence, or someone else secretly pushed it, but in any case, the Egyptian princess discovered Moses and decided to adopt him. Seeing this, the child's sister pretended to meet him by accident and expressed her willingness to hire a wet nurse for the princess's adopted son. So the child's original mother returned to her child, but under another name, and everything was on the same track again.

  From that day on, the knowledge and civilization from two worlds intersected in Moses, just like his soul made up of two worlds. His adoptive mother from the Egyptian royal family brought Moses knowledge and learning, which separated him from those short-sighted and ignorant people; while his biological mother, who raised him as a wet nurse, made him inherit the race and religion, and reminded him of the faith passed down from generation to generation by the Hebrews, a worship of gods that was completely different from that of the Egyptians.

  It was not until the age of 40 that Moses encountered a turning point in his life when he went to visit his people in the area where the Hebrews lived. When an Egyptian insulted his fellow tribesman in front of him, he killed the other person out of righteous indignation, thus making a big mistake.

  It was intolerable and a betrayal for a royal adopted son of Hebrew descent to kill an Egyptian for his own people. Even his own people did not understand him and thought that his behavior would only increase the suffering they had endured. So Moses fled to the land where the Midianites lived, a nomadic tribe. He eventually married and had children there, forgot about the past, and spent another 40 years of his life.

  To this day, in his eightieth year, he sees unburned bushes on the hillside where he grazes.

  …

  "He is coming!"

  When the spirit invaded the world, the bushes on the hills were set ablaze, and the High Sun Lord above Heliopolis opened his eyes.

  He pursued that fleeting feeling and the sensation that his authority over Fire was being violated, but found nothing.

  Since his rebirth, Amon Ra Atum has successfully taken a step further. With this rare opportunity, he absorbed the power given to him by the world when fighting with the Outer Gods, and then partially integrated the symbol of [Absolute Space] among the Eight Primordial Gods, and thus gained some authority over the world's barrier.

  So he was sure that something had come in at that very moment.

  "No results..."

  His expression was cold, but not angry. Lana raised his eagle-like head and looked down at the earth.

  As expected, he found nothing, but this time, La was not anxious at all because he had figured it out.

  Before, he had always been afraid that taking action against those mortals with alien blood would cause him to miss some clues, but now it seems that whether he lets it go or not, the invasion from aliens has never stopped.

  As he got closer to the power of the world, Ra could feel the same breath with the world. He could feel that this world, which nurtured Upper and Lower Egypt and gave birth to the civilization and gods along the Nile River, was in a very dangerous situation.

  "I'm still too timid... The longer we delay, the greater our disadvantage will be. So what we need is change."

  A fierce look flashed across his face, and La stood on the sun, overlooking the world.

  Problems must be solved, and those who know there are problems but don't know where they are must be solved even more. There is no victory in this world that can be won by waiting, it is a privilege only for winners.

  Let him personally put these garbage that should have been swept away long ago into the stack of history. After he has cleared the hidden dangers at his doorstep, he will also try to cross the void and take a look at the other side of the world.

  …

  "Finally…He's here."

  Same content, different tone.

  Under the nameless hill, unlike Ra, Isis at this moment was as beautiful as before, but her expression was a little complicated.

  Excited, terrified, and a little overwhelmed, Isis hesitated while hiding in the vicinity of this nameless hill.

  This was her first time to directly contact the will of the Outer God, and she also felt the power of the other party very directly. If she had not known about the existence of the alien soul, she would probably not have noticed the arrival of the power of the Outer God.

  But this was not the reason for her hesitation. What really made her unsure whether she should step forward was the other party's unpredictable attitude.

  It was ridiculous, even though she had done a lot in the past - she told the Hebrew ancestors to remember their traditions and pass down the legends of foreign gods from generation to generation; she discovered the soul that broke through the world and secretly gave him extra care. But all this time, she had never really communicated with the foreign god who arranged everything, and the other party might not even know her existence.

  In this case, no one knows what choice the other party will make.

  "This is the price of betrayal... I don't know which one I can trust, this world or the next, but I can't turn back."

  Looking up at the sky, Isis saw the sun, which was much stronger than it had been thousands of years ago.

  Ra was getting stronger, and Isis didn't know if she could continue to hide her whereabouts after the other party completely balanced the space and the sun. But in any case, if she didn't want to die like a mortal, she had to keep moving forward.

  "If I had chosen to tell La everything, would things have turned out differently?"

  Sighing, Isis stepped barefoot on the soil, feeling the vitality of the world.

  "Maybe, maybe not... Anyway, I hope the result will be what I want."

  Looking at Moser who had grown up under her watch, Isis bit her lip.  

  Let's see what instructions he will receive first. It's better to wait a little longer before making contact with that foreign deity.

  …

  On the still nameless hill, Moses looked at the burning bush that did not die.

  This was a vision, but as an adopted son of the Egyptian royal family, he knew very well that visions of this level could be faked.

  The sorcerers who served the Pharaoh could do similar things, summon fire, call down strong winds, and turn staffs into snakes or frogs, all of them obeying the Pharaoh who regarded himself as a god on earth.

  Was this the pursuer that had been delayed for forty years? Moses didn't know, but he felt it wasn't, because in the burning flames, he only felt the warmth that went straight to his soul.

  "..."

  'superior...'

  "..."

  "What? Who's talking?"

  He asked subconsciously, but the next moment, Messer realized that no one was talking.

  Only the cries of the sheep and the sound of the wind at the foot of the mountain echoed in this world.

  "Step forward..."

  'Come forward... Moses...'

  'Come forward!'

  There was no sound, but the voice rang in his heart. Hearing his own name, Messer took a step back, but the warm feeling that followed made him more eager.

  "I'm here. Who are you? And why are you calling me?"

  He asked loudly, and for some reason, an unprecedented feeling rose from his heart. Moses didn't know what he was longing for, but his subconscious seemed to have some hope.

  No educated man wants to spend his life herding sheep, no one wants to live his life as a fugitive and a criminal, and no one wants to see his fellow men treated as slaves simply because of their bloodline.

  But the past eighty years told him that all this could not be changed, because the supreme god among the gods lived in Heliopolis, who appointed Pharaoh as the ruler of the world and declared that the Hebrews were born sinful.

  Mortals cannot resist the will of God. In Upper and Lower Egypt, this is an irreversible truth.

  'Come forward... I am your Creator and will soon be your Savior... You will be destroyed, and you are their only salvation.'

  'Come up, come up to Mount Sinai... This is your birthright.'

  The voice rang out again in his heart, in a way that ordinary people could not understand. Moses raised a few more questions, but this time no one responded to him.

  Although his old body was still strong, Moses looked back at the place he had been to forty years ago. He didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong, but he felt that he should do something.

  "In that case, I will come to see you."

  After a moment's silence, Moses stood up, took off his shoes, and walked towards the fire following the etiquette he had learned in his childhood.

  The fire set him on fire but did not harm the hair on his skin.

  As if he had passed through a barrier between illusion and reality, all kinds of bizarre scenes flashed before Moses' eyes. He didn't know if this was an illusion, so he continued to move forward.

  In a world where gray and white meet, where bubbles of fantasy and dreams interweave, rivers flow in the void, and winged creatures sing praises.

  It was a world that Moses had never seen before, but he felt strangely familiar with it, as if it was his hometown, the destination of his heart and soul.

  Subconsciously climbing up the sacred mountain that runs through the seven worlds, Moses didn't know how long he had been walking. Until a certain moment, he suddenly realized that everything before was left behind, and he had reached the top of the mountain.

  "Is this…the place where God dwells?"

  Walking on the ancient cobblestone road, Moses moved forward step by step.

  He became excited because he realized that he might see a real god.

  In the past, he had imagined many things about what gods looked like, such as the statues built by the Egyptians and the murals they painted for gods. They had animal heads and human bodies, and controlled the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in nature. This was what gods looked like.

  Walking on the road, Moses thought he was about to see such a scene, but when he stepped over the last step and looked up, he did not see the statue, the scroll, or any features of animals or birds. At this moment, his eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier of the world and saw a sacred being standing outside of the worlds and time.

  His appearance cannot be described, His form cannot be described. Nothing can be equal to Him, for He is the source of all things. If Moses had to use a word to describe what he saw, then, with all his wisdom, there was only one word he could use.

  "god."

  Moses bowed his head, not daring to look. He simply prostrated himself on the ground, expressing his humility before the Most High.

It's like being in the universe, or under the starry sky.

  The light that came from nowhere shone on Moses' side, making the place where he was seem brighter, while the distance seemed colder and darker.

  Even with his head bowed, Moses could feel God looking at him. Not only at him now, but also at him in the past and in the future.

  Feeling this kind of gaze, Messer felt a little uneasy.

  Even with just one glance, he knew clearly that this was definitely not the god of the Egyptians, the god of the Midianites, or the many gods he knew. It was the god who gave life to all things in ancient Hebrew mythology—even at this moment, he felt that there must be some fallacy in these myths.

  Because in Moses' perception, the divinity before him was so great that he could hardly believe that anything could stand shoulder to shoulder with Him, not even the other gods in mythology.

  Although Moses could not distinguish the strength of the divine, just as an ant could not distinguish the height of a mountain, there are always some beings that, as long as they appear before you, you will understand their uniqueness.

  "God." As if unable to bear this kind of gaze and tension, Moses whispered: "I come here to see you at your will and tell you about the suffering we have endured."

  "The Hebrews, who have the blood of God, have been oppressed for too long, and we have not received a response from God for too long. Until today, I finally realized that God has never abandoned us, and all the sufferings are just tests for us."

  "Give me your guidance, great and sovereign God, and I will exercise your will on earth as it exists eternally in heaven. I will make your greatness known to mortals as the sun is known to the stars."

  The sound echoed in the void, but all Moses received was a longer silence.

  He felt that the gaze on him seemed to have become heavier... Until one moment, Moser felt his whole body lighten, and he finally heard the voice that seemed to come from distant time and space.

  But the content of this voice made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

  "Guidance... no guidance, no test... no bloodline..."

  "Your bloodline is not sinful, but it is not noble either."

  "I have never looked upon you, nor have I ever tested your piety."

  "The sun will bring destruction upon you... the Egyptians will raise their knives against you - but I will not put an end to it. You will live, and then you will put an end to it."

  There were no lies or deceptions. In fact, the fact that Io and her offspring could reproduce and thrive was indeed something that was beyond many people's expectations. Even the source of their bloodline had long forgotten the mother and son. This was an accident caused by Isis's choice and Ra's character. Since no one had thought of this in advance, there was naturally no test or abandonment.

  As for the blood of the Hebrews, their so-called divine blood came from Zeus. It was foreign sinful blood, but to the gods it was naturally neither noble nor inherently sinful.

  "...God," Moses fell to the ground and felt a little cold all over.

  God's word is so cruel, yet so reasonable.

  Perhaps the Hebrews were indeed so insignificant to Him... But if so, why did He appear here? How could He redeem them?

  "If the Hebrews were so ordinary, why did you warn me of the disaster that was about to come to us, Almighty God? If you had never paid attention to us, why did you summon me to your presence? I think we must be different from other nations in some way, so that we could receive the honor you bestowed upon us."

  "It's not you, it's you."

  Moses heard God say this.

  "There is nothing special about you. You are special. I have always been watching you, but it has always been you, not Hebrew."

  Moses raised his head slightly, and finally couldn't hold back his movements. However, this time, he did not see the presence of God.

  In the confused time, he saw himself.

  The past seemed to be repeating itself, and time no longer had any secrets. He saw himself coming from heaven, from the hand of God, and then going to the human world; he saw himself being born and dying, ten times, each time for a long time; he also saw that in the near future, there would be a long fire from the sun burning across the world, and countless lives would die, but he was the only exception.

  And this is exactly why he saw God.

  God did not come to save the Hebrews, but to save him. God needed him to live, but did not need them to live. So God would not save his people...only he could.

  At this moment, a kind of secret joy briefly surged in Moses' heart, but he immediately felt ashamed of this mentality. He was a man from heaven, the one who came down from God's side to the world, so God favored him, but when he recalled his past life, he found that he still couldn't give up his people.

  'Perhaps this is the limitation of mortals,' he thought: 'God showed me my past, but I couldn't relate to it. I only remember myself in these decades, but not the me who lived ten lives, the me who came from heaven.'

  Then, touching his forehead to the ground, Moses prayed to God.

  "God, I already know my mission - that is why I came to the world. But I still implore you to share the glory you gave me with my fellow people."

  As the words fell, Moses felt the heaviness in that gaze return, even heavier.

  It was like the world was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

  I don't know how long it took, so long that it seemed like an era had passed. At some point, the pressure finally receded like the tide. God's voice sounded again, but this time Moses no longer felt the warmth in it.

  "If this is what you want... then go back to your people. Go and suffer with them, and don't come back again."

  "You will give up your future, your eternal life, and everything you have, and you and your people will suffer the disaster brought down by their gods. Those who do not believe in me will all die, and the pious will also suffer the disaster.

  "Three out of ten young men die; five out of ten women and children die; seven out of ten old and sick people die... This world does not belong to you, so you must go to the place that belongs to you, you must leave here and go to the end of the sea... Even so, do you still insist on your opinion?"

  "I insist, but God, what about them?" Moses asked, "Those who bring disaster to us. Can they live in luxurious palaces and enjoy beauty and joy?"

  "Of course not."

  "Those who dwell on the earth will receive earthly punishment, and those who are in heaven will receive heavenly punishment. They will repay their gods for what they have done to you; this is my promise to you, and to you alone."

  God's voice was still calm, but at this moment Moses felt relieved. He didn't know if he would regret it in the future, but he did it now.

  "Thank you for your mercy, sovereign Creator."

  He chanted in a low voice, then looked up again. This time, Moses saw the presence of God again.

  "I offer you all that I have, Lord Almighty, even though everything comes from you."

  Standing outside of time and watching all this, the statue smiled.  

  "Very good. I accept."

  "Now that everything is settled… then Moses.

  "I establish my covenant with you."

  ······

  Few people know what the existence of Moses really means. Even Isis, who has watched him for so many years, actually only knows a rough idea.

  To Hermeneus, he was just Moses, but to Chaos, he was Pallas. But Pallas' fate was death, he should not have lived, because the king of gods sacrificed the former goddess of wisdom to the world... If he could still survive, his existence itself would be a negation of the world.

  So over the past thousand years, because of his existence, the collision between the two worlds has been greatly intensified.

  In order to wipe out this life that shouldn't exist, both worlds suffered more severe losses... But in fact, this was because Moses' soul was not complete. Because his ten reincarnations were not completed, he was not considered to be Pallas's true rebirth.

  But at this moment, when he offered everything to God with his own will, God made him complete. This act that completely violated Chaos's will instantly brought great turmoil to the two worlds.

  In the sky, inside the sun.

  Holding the scepter in his hand, he was about to fully mobilize the power of the sun and use the fire that burns the world to cleanse all mortals with foreign blood.

  He could do it, and he had the right to do so. When he merged with the power of the god Amon, even the other side of the world, the giant snake Apophis, which symbolized chaos, was no longer his opponent. He could easily break it up, allowing it to slowly regenerate in chaos.

  However, just as he was about to take action, a huge shock that no mortal being could hear suddenly occurred. La could not even stand firmly and almost fell from the throne.

  "What happened... is it that alien world? Is He crazy?"

  He was confused at first, then his face changed drastically. La suddenly discovered that the speed at which the alien power eroded Hemenu suddenly increased by tens of millions of times.

  The barrier between the worlds was almost being cut open, and the laws of the alien world began to infiltrate... But this was actually unreasonable, because the erosion of another world should not be so brutal.

  The purpose of erosion is to devour and merge, not to consume one's own strength to grind the opponent's strength. If the consumption in the process of eroding a world is far greater than the gain after devouring, then this is a meaningless behavior, but this is not the case now.

  The enemy was injured by 500 and their own casualties were 3,000. As if some taboo was touched, the alien forces began to attack Hemenu at all costs.

  "Why is this? Just because I want to kill those mortals?"

  He was somewhat puzzled, but more shocked and angry. He had not expected that such a small action of his would actually bring about such a huge reaction. Those mortals were really so important... So should he stop?

  "No!"

  Of course he couldn't stop. Even though this turmoil between worlds even affected the gods who exercised the laws, and even he who was more closely connected with the world was affected even more, this was by no means a reason to retreat.

  I found the enemy's weak spot, but gave up because of the enemy's fierce reaction... What a ridiculous choice. The more the enemy doesn't want me to do something, the more I want to do it!

  "Shu, come see me!"

  Inheriting part of the power of the god Amon certainly made Ra stronger, but it also made him shoulder the responsibility of being one of the four barriers of the world, [Absolute Space].

  He now has to quickly strengthen the world's barriers and never let foreign forces invade, but the other gods are different.

  Even if they were affected, their power was definitely not something that mortals could resist. As long as they sent down wind and rain, created famine, and then let the human dynasty kill them, it would make no difference.

  He wanted to see what was so special about these mortals with foreign blood!

  …

  Chaos.

  Underworld.

  The realm without light.

  When the power of the world suddenly erupted, it was not only Hermeneus who was affected. Chaos, who was the active attacking party, was also naturally affected.

  It's just that attacking will only result in losses, while defense will be destroyed...So the ones Chaos could really sense were actually only the primitive gods, and their sense was just that the power of the world suddenly rushed out like a floodgate for some unknown reason.

  No matter how much it pours down, the size of the world is still unimaginable...but some things are inevitably affected.

  "…What happened?"

  At some point, the realm that no outsider had ever entered changed its appearance. In the depths of the lightless realm, something seemed to have appeared. But Erebus had never changed. He looked into the distance with a puzzled look on his face.

  What was Chaos attacking, the spirit world? No, probably the place Nyx had been to before... With a look of sudden realization, Erebus felt that this was the case, but if so, his plan might be affected.

  "Not really..."

  Erebus looked around the outside world and towards the human world. He saw Silvermoon City, the mortals who believed in the spirit world, and the paths where the angels had been active.

  Finally, his gaze rested on Mount Olympus.

  "That's the bad thing about the Primordial God. It's hard to die. Ryan... I hope your sword is sharp enough."

  With a faint smile, Erebus took a step forward and headed towards the sacred mountain.

  Everyone has what they want. Ryan seems to want to break the shackles of the world and take the spiritual world one step further. Zeus wants to rule the world and become the true king of gods. What he wants is very simple, just to die. This is not too much, right?

  No matter who it is, no matter if it is the world, a certain person or a god... Erebus sincerely hopes that someone will come and kill him.

  Chapter 320 Secret Talk

  Mount Olympus, Golden Palace.

  The singing and dancing continued in the hall, and Hera sat aside with an expressionless face.

  Ares pushed aside Hebe, the goddess of youth, who was pouring wine, and stood beside the king of gods, chattering non-stop. He was accusing Athena to Zeus, telling her how much she had gone too far.

  "...Father, Athena has gone too far. Do you know how the world is judging me now?"

  With a grim expression, Ares knew that his experience was no secret. On the contrary, he had already become a laughing stock among the gods.

  The story is simple, and it happened many years ago. One of the most famous adventures of Theseus, the King of Athens in his youth, was to win the heart of Hippolyta, the Queen of the Amazons.

  At that time, Theseus was so handsome and intelligent that he was not captured by the queen's charm but instead made Hippolyta fall in love with him. Of course, he did not marry her as queen in the end, but later married the daughter of the King of Crete.

  Hippolyta was furious and personally led the Amazons across the sea to attack Athens. The result was obvious, they were defeated in front of the city in the east of the earth, and the result was that the power of the god of war began to be widely questioned by mortals on earth.

  As the queen of Amazon, favored by the gods of war and beauty, she not only failed to show her extraordinary charm and make the king of Athens a slave, but was attracted to him. And when Hippolyta resorted to force, she was still defeated. The influence of these two events can be said to be quite far-reaching.

  Among mortals, there has long been a debate about which is more important, the connotation brought by knowledge or the appearance brought by appearance, which is also supported by the followers of Athena and Aphrodite respectively. In this regard, the love-hate relationship between Hippolyta and Theseus undoubtedly adds a strong evidence for the former.

  Of course, considering that appearance is innate and knowledge can be learned, although there is a contradiction between the two, it has not become a zero-sum game of either this or that. However, war is different.

  Athena and Ares were the two gods that received the most sacrifices when the war broke out. But when the god of war was defeated by Athens in the human kingdom, the belief in the god of war was naturally shaken.

  "...Perhaps you should restrict her, father. As far as I know, Athens has never rejected witchcraft and has even traded with those pagans."

  Gritting his teeth, Ares said what Aphrodite had told him in advance.

  Zeus and his good sister had argued on this point more than once. Although nothing came of it in the end, speaking about it could still significantly arouse the dissatisfaction of the King of Gods.

  Ares thought Zeus would say something after he said that. According to what Aphrodite told him, even if the king of gods didn't want to get involved in this matter, he would still feel a little dissatisfied with Athena... However, he waited and waited until many gods cast their eyes upwards, but he didn't hear anything.

  Given Ares's personality, it was already embarrassing for him to come and complain when he couldn't win, not to mention being watched by others.

  A violent emotion surged up from his heart. Under the influence of his priesthood, Ares' eyes turned red for a moment...

  "what's on your mind?"

  Waking up from his reverie, Zeus looked up and saw Ares staring at him with red eyes. Frowning slightly, the God King asked with some dissatisfaction.

  "Father God, I..."

  "Okay, let's talk about your business later. I have something to do."

  Waving his hand slightly, the God King did not want to say more to this son whom he did not like very much. Thinking of the familiar breath that had just woken him up, Zeus stood up from his seat.

  The banquet of the gods never required the gods to be present all the time, and more than one or two gods would leave or join in the middle of the banquet. Therefore, Zeus's behavior was not noticeable. He left the Golden Palace directly, leaving Ares who wanted to say something but was interrupted.

  "...Damn it, it's like this again, you don't take me seriously at all. Huh - I'm obviously the God of War, but why don't you give me the power to be undefeated!"

  Taking a deep breath, this was not the first time Ares had encountered this situation.

  With his divine duties, fighting was one of the few things he could do, but there were many people he couldn't defeat... Restraining the violent emotions in his heart, the God of War looked at the Queen Hera beside him.

  If Afu hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed that the Mother Goddess seemed to have been injured some time ago. Maybe he should go and express his condolences.

  Regardless, Hera was on his side in many ways.

  'Afu is such a good wife.'

  Ares secretly sighed that he had never observed carefully. At least in this regard, fate still favored him.

  There were rumors among the gods before that Afu was dating other male gods...but how could that be possible? I was obviously her favorite.

  'snort.'

  Just like that overconfident lame man, Ares never took him seriously.

  …

  A dangerous cliff on the side of Mount Olympus.

  The turbulence of the world's power is becoming more and more obvious, just like digging a hole in the river bank. At the beginning, it is just a small tilt, but as time goes by, the amount of water will become more and more powerful.

  However, the gods on the sacred mountain did not feel anything at this time, nor could they detect fluctuations at that level. Perhaps some beings who had reached the pinnacle of the true god realm and began to think of ways to go further would be slightly alert, but they would certainly not be as clear as the original gods.

  But the God King was an exception, even special. In this regard, Zeus's perception was much clearer than Erebus's.

  As the chosen king of gods in the present world, he had actually noticed the abnormal fluctuations in the world's power over the past thousand years. Although he did not know the reason at first, it was because it happened just after Typhon, so Zeus attributed it to the influence of the mother tree.

  It was not until today, when the fluctuations began to surge at an abnormal rate and even produced a subtle chain reaction, that the King of Gods finally realized that something was wrong.

  It was not because of any internal factors, but external factors... Zeus was thinking about this just now. However, even if he noticed it, the King of Gods could not do anything. [Royal Power] can be regarded as the home ground in all places under its rule, and can exert a stronger power, but it will be weakened to a deeper level in all places that do not belong to it. Therefore, even if Zeus knew the existence of foreign lands, he could only use it to enrich his knowledge.

  "But it seems that some people don't think so..."  

  With a slight movement in his heart, Zeus stood on the cliff and looked at a shadow not far away.

  If it was a thousand years ago, he might not be able to find the other party, but now he can.

  "Your Highness Erebus, it's been a long time since we last met. You look the same as before. I still remember the gift you gave me last time."

  "It was just a small reminder, but judging by your surprise and embarrassment when facing Typhon, you didn't take my reminder seriously."

  A voice came from the shadows, and Erebus stepped out.

  He looked at the towering sacred mountain, glanced at the gods whose auras were bright or dark, and then locked his gaze on the depths of time and space.

  "Is that the 'kingdom of God' that you created in imitation of the spirit world?"

  "Yes - but Your Highness Erebus, Typhon is a thing of the past, and its failure is well known. As for the Asgard, if you are interested, you can come and take a look with me."

  "No need for that. I came here for something serious. As for your divine domain, it's just a toy."

  Waving his hand slightly, Erebus expressed no interest in this kind of kingdom of gods, especially the kingdom of Olympus, he was too lazy to even take a look at it.

  Although mortals may not understand, he sees it very clearly. This so-called kingdom of God where the gods coexist is only half a scam. Even its construction does not rely on Zeus' own power.

  It is not entirely false. The ruins of one of the Nine Realms provided its foundation, the knowledge learned from Valhalla filled its skeleton, and the omnipresent magic network could extend its power... Therefore, the souls of devout believers would indeed be gathered after their death, and even mortals could communicate with the souls of their ancestors after making great contributions to the church. It's just that in other places, the gods' descriptions of this place are somewhat different.

  For example, there is no immortality here. How long a soul can stay here often depends on the status of its descendants in the mortal world. The souls of ordinary people usually cannot stay here for long before being released to reincarnate. Only the ancestors of the powerful and noble can live here forever.

  In this case, it is natural that one can live forever in the Kingdom of God after death, and the spirit world has not reacted to this. After all, more than 99% of souls will still return to reincarnation, but just a little later. And those mortals who have witnessed the souls of the dead returning to the human world in the form of holy spirits will naturally believe in the propaganda of the church.

  "But that's just because you have no choice, right? In fact, if you can help it, you don't want to go through so much trouble."

  Pointing at the souls coming and going, Erebus said with a smile.

  "Who would want a fake when they can do the real thing? Moreover, the believers in the spirit world wantonly claim that all the gods in Olympus are false gods, and you have repeatedly failed in your attempts to attack their human kingdom. You clearly know that there are mortals there who are denigrating and laughing at you, but as the King of Gods, you can't do anything."

  "Despite your constant suppression, there are still some mortals who are full of doubts about your power. Even your descendants question the power of the gods, and even kill their own sons... and then arrogantly test the gods."

  Erebus' words were sharp, yet so true.

  Zeus knew who he was talking about, Tantalus, his descendant from the mortal world. At first, the king of gods loved the child so much that he allowed him to feast with the gods and travel freely between Olympus and the mortal world.

  But gradually, perhaps because of his arrogance, or perhaps he was really influenced by those pagans, as time went by, Tantalus began to test the authority of the gods little by little.

  He leaked the secrets discussed by the gods at the banquet to the mortals, stole the fine wine and food from the sacred mountain and shared them with his mortal friends. He even stole the sacrifices offered by mortals to Zeus - until this point, the king of gods could still tolerate his behavior. After all, as his offspring, since he could not become a natural god, there was nothing wrong with enjoying the freedom of mortals.

  Until that day, Tantalus invited the gods to his home, and in order to completely deny the power of the gods, he did not hesitate to kill his own son, who was also the grandson of Zeus; he grilled and fried Pelops and made a dish to entertain the gods.

  Of course the gods discovered this, but since it was the king's family affair, no one pointed it out first. They just kept their distance from the dish. Only the goddess of agriculture, who was distracted, accidentally ate a piece of it - that is, she ate her nephew's shoulder bone.

  Zeus was furious because cannibalism has always been the biggest taboo for the God King. He punished Tantalus with eternal punishment, but the temptation itself has always been a thorn in the heart of the God King.

  "So what do you want to say? As the King of Gods, I will not violate the iron laws of the world. Even if you want to take action in the world, I will have to stop you. This is the responsibility given to me by the world, and it will not deviate because of my personal preferences."

  His expression flickered slightly, and Zeus didn't know what the Lord of Darkness meant by saying this.

  Provocation? No. He originally thought that the other party came because of the fluctuation of world power and wanted to use him, the God King, to do something, but now it seems that he is trying to stir up his dissatisfaction with the spirit world.

  There is no need to stir up this, because I am already very dissatisfied...

  "So, you want me to join you in targeting the spirit world?"

  Speaking lightly, the God King felt that he had grasped the context of the matter.

  "But like I said, any original god who takes action in the world will be targeted by the world, and I will follow suit. It won't matter who I hate more - if everyone takes action, then I will target everyone."

  "Perhaps, but Zeus, everything has its priorities, right?"

  Erebus asked with a smile, not paying attention to what Zeus said.

  "I just want to know - if you are given a chance to eliminate those mortals who spit on you, to strengthen your authority, to increase your power, would you do it?"

  "…What do you want to do?"

  "It's what you're going to do."

  Shaking his head slightly, Erebus spoke slowly.

  "You have to deal with the gods who disrupt the order. This is the order of the world and the order of the God King. This is not a problem... But if two gods disrupt this order one after another, you can always choose to deal with the god who attacked first, right? After all, you can't defeat everyone at the same time, so you can naturally arrange a sequence, which is also in line with the rules."

  "And this is what I want to say. You want to become a God King who completely dominates the world... I can help you. As for how everything will begin, the conflicts caused by the human world will naturally start in the human world."

  Chapter 321: Each with His Own Agenda

  Erebus' plan was very simple, it couldn't even be called a plan at all, he just described such a situation.

  As long as Zeus could use some means to make Ryan attack him first, Erebus would follow suit and come to help him, or even more than just him, as promised.

  In addition to Zeus and himself, he also thought of several others who could pose a threat to Ryan. And they had enough reasons to attack him, and they could even become a threat to Zeus after everything was over.

  Yes, it became a threat to Zeus. After all, he never intended to really create a God King who ruled over everything... and when he achieved his wish, the existence of the God King would become a trouble instead.

  "It sounds feasible, but how do you plan to ensure that you will fulfill your promise? The Styx cannot restrain you, and we all know that."

  Standing on the cliff, Zeus thought for a while. He seemed a little tempted, but in fact he was secretly alert.

  The abnormal flow of power in the world obviously meant some changes had taken place, and the Lord of Darkness happened to choose this time to meet him. No matter how he thought about it, there must be some conspiracy that went against the rules of the world.

  When he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, the best way was to refuse. As long as he didn't accept the challenge, he would never suffer any loss. However, when the words came to his lips, Zeus hesitated, because he suddenly realized that although Erebus might have his own plan, this might also be another opportunity for him.

  The Lord of Darkness wanted him to target the spirit world and exaggerate the threat from the other side... But what about the spirit world? Is it really his biggest enemy now?

  I'm afraid not. In fact, it is more of a loss of face, and the real impact on the Olympus God Court is not that great.

  Over the years, the 'hard work' of Zeus and other gods has not been in vain. Humans with divine blood have long been spread all over the earth, and their noble bloodline has naturally made them an indispensable part of the ruling class.

  Not all of them fear the gods, and even among these descendants of gods there are rebellious beings like Tantalus, but no matter what, they are basically proud of the divine blood in their bodies.

  Everyone is equal above me, and there are clear classes below me. This is the inner reflection of many descendants of gods. Some of them believe that they should have a status comparable to that of the gods. They question the power of the gods and think that they are just like them. But on the other hand, they think that compared with mortals without divine blood, the descendants of gods are two completely different classes.

  They were born to rule, and mortals were servants to be driven. In this case, the doctrine of Silvermoon City denied the gods, which was actually denying the noble legal system of these nobles.

  Those devout believers of the Olympian gods will not compromise with Silvermoon City. Those humans who may not be devout but hold power are also unwilling to accept this idea. This is why, although several expeditions under the guidance of the gods have all failed, the belief in the Olympian gods in the world is still as solid as a rock.

  Profits are the root of everything. Over the years, Zeus has figured out a way to deal with humans. In comparison, he felt that many of Silver Moon City's practices were too naive.

  If there were no extraordinary powers or divine blood in this world, their doctrine of self-centeredness might have an advantage. But there is no such thing as "if" in reality, so their extreme thinking is actually a constraint.

  After thinking about these things, things became clear. Perhaps the existence of Silver Moon City was not that important. Even if they were defeated, the extra belief would not bring any qualitative change to Zeus... But a real war involving all gods and humans might be able to do so.

  The Olympian God Court has ruled the world for thousands of years. It is no longer as weak as it was when it was born, and the current God King is no longer the same as when he first ascended the throne. He has more and more descendants, and their strength is getting stronger and stronger. From the sky to the earth, from the past to the future, there are creatures chanting the name of Zeus. Maybe at this time, he should clean up some of the troubles left over from the past.

  For example, those Titan gods who disobey orders and occupy land in the starry sky as kings, such as the Lord of the Ocean who has not yet formally submitted to him, and even Hades, the god of the underworld, who has drifted further and further away from Olympus after marrying the Queen of the Underworld and is doing some unknown tricks in his own territory.

  Their obedience to him was superficial, so that in terms of authority, Zeus's [royal power] did not increase much. So now he needed a war, but not to wipe out Silver Moon City or defeat the primitive ancient gods far away in the spirit world. What he really wanted to do was to use this as an excuse to involve all the gods in the world in this war.

  It doesn't matter whether he can defeat Ryan or not. If he can, that's good, but if he can't, it doesn't really matter. Zeus is not arrogant enough to think that he can enter the spiritual world now. That is something he needs to consider after he truly unifies the world.

  What he really needs is to use this to wipe out the troubles that were left over. At that time... when his [royal power] covers the starry sky and the sea, the mountains and the underworld, then under the favor of the laws of the world, even Erebus may not be his opponent.

  When that day comes, he will be the true master of all gods.

  "Give me your word. I can take action first, but you can't just stand by and watch."

  It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it was only a moment. Zeus seemed to be persuaded by the Lord of Darkness, but he still looked a little hesitant.

  "Promise...what promise do you want?"

  Erebus asked in return, smiling secretly at Zeus who seemed a little moved.

  Guarantees didn't matter, as long as Zeus was willing to take the lead. He had no intention of breaking the contract anyway. As long as Zeus took action, he would follow suit.

  Regarding the matter of dealing with Ryan, he had two plans: winning and losing. But no matter what, he would definitely fight.

  "Three conditions."

  "First, your forces in the human world must join this war, that is, those lives living underground. They must fight together with the believers of Olympus. Secondly, you must hand over the golden apple tree to me. From now on, the goddess of life will completely become a part of the court of gods and will have nothing to do with you. Finally... I want you to convince those gods in the underworld to serve me secretly. As far as I know, they were the gods who were born at the end of the First Age under the power of you and the Mother of Night."

  "The Night Mother never questioned their existence, let alone considered them as her offspring. You were the same before. But if you are willing to speak now, I think they will know who to serve."

  "Three conditions, not difficult. But Zeus, I am also doing something for you, why does it seem like you are doing it for me?"

  Erebus said casually with his smile unchanged.

  "Do something for me?"

  Shaking his head slightly, Zeus said calmly:

  "I won't make such an arbitrary decision before I figure out what the fluctuations of world power mean to you."

  "…"

  The field fell silent for a moment.

  The weakening of the world's power must mean that things that conflict with the laws of the world can be accomplished more easily... The God King and the Primordial God looked at each other for a while, then looked away. Maybe they both had their own ideas, but now at least one thing was the same.  

  They all felt that they should take action against Silvermoon City, and they all believed that a war with the gods of the spiritual world was necessary.

  And Ryan's existence is the final BOSS of this war.

  "I accept your terms."

  "The dark elves have multiplied, and the golden apple is no longer so important to them. You will get what you want, but I also want to see your actions."

  "You will see, and the development of things will definitely be beyond your expectations."

  Exhaling a breath, Zeus nodded with satisfaction. Another hidden danger of his had been eliminated.

  As one of the twelve pillars supporting the kingship, the body of the goddess of life is not on Mount Olympus, but under the control of the Lord of Darkness. This is something Zeus has only recently discovered, and it has always been a thorn in his side. Now that he can take the opportunity to solve this problem, it has reduced his worries.

  As for the remaining two conditions, not to mention the latter, the main reason for the former is that Zeus is really afraid that Ryan has not been lured out yet, and as a result, the Olympus family will not be able to defeat Silvermoon City in the human world.

  Although this possibility is not very high, after all, every previous conflict was mostly carried out under the suggestion of the gods. It was just a single action of a mortal kingdom, and failure was inevitable. However, just in case, and in order to let Erebus participate more deeply, Zeus still made this request.

  The conditions were agreed upon, the matter was settled, and everything was roughly arranged like this. The two exchanged some details, and soon, just like when he came, the figure of the Lord of Darkness disappeared silently on the sacred mountain.

  Standing alone on the cliff, Zeus did not rush to leave. He just stood there quietly for a while, then sighed.

  "...Athena..."

  Zeus sighed as he silently read out the name of his most outstanding daughter, who was also the child with whom he had the most distant relationship.

  In recent years, she has spent most of her time in the starry sky and has even seldom come to the sacred mountain.

  "So what are you thinking about?"

  Whatever she was thinking, Zeus was about to do something about it.

  How to provoke disputes, how to intensify conflicts, how to gradually turn a war between mortals into a war between gods, and finally achieve his own goals, all of this gradually took shape in the mind of the God King during the conversation just now. However, this requires an introduction, not just the God King leading the Olympian gods to attack Silver Moon City.

  "…In the final analysis, you went too far."

  There was a long silence, and then with a flash of lightning, Zeus returned to the banquet in the Golden Palace.

  The Queen of Heaven was still sitting on the golden throne, with Ares beside her. The gods were busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed the return of the King of Gods.

  Looking at his queen, Zeus nodded secretly.

  Hera thought he didn't know what she had done, massacre, blood sacrifice, nothing that her church couldn't do. But for some reason, the God King had always pretended not to notice it.

  As for now…he would of course continue to act as if nothing had happened, and would even tempt her to increase her intensity.

  ······

  The sun suddenly became bright and then dim, and Heliopolis was already in chaos at this moment.

  However, far away in Midian, these storms had no impact on this place.

  In a trance, Moses stood at the foot of the hill, feeling that everything that had just happened was just a dream.

  "Duk—"

  The cane touched the ground lightly, and the solid touch brought Moses back to his senses.

  When he left God's abode and returned to this hill, the thorn bush that was originally invulnerable to fire turned into a walking stick.

  This is something God gave him to protect himself, but it has no divine power now. Only when he returns to his tribe and starts his mission, will it gradually become extraordinary.

  The more disasters they suffered, the stronger the power of the staff would be. One day, it would be able to separate the sky and the earth, tear apart the ocean and the stars, and possess incredible power, which was also the promise God made to him.

  "Phew—I should get out of here."

  "I am going back to Egypt."

  Touching his violently beating chest, Moses calmed himself down.

  He had been away for forty years, and even married and had children here. The appearance of Egypt had long been blurred, and he could no longer remember many things from that time.

  I hope everything is fine... That's what he thought, but reason told Moses that this possibility was not great.

  Fortunately, God was with him.

   Chapter 322: Move

  The times began to move forward, the living carried the fate of death, and the world of Hemenu was very lively on this day.

  Leaving this nameless hill, Moses returned to his family and friends, to whom he announced that he had received a divine revelation—except for his mother-in-law, a priestess of the Midianites.

  He claimed that he was about to go to Egypt to rescue his people according to God's will, and even the Egyptian gods who lived in Heliopolis could not stop him. He was ready for this, but Moses' words and deeds were naturally questioned.

  No one would believe that this eighty-year-old old man had really received God's grace, let alone that it was not one of the well-known gods, but a god that only existed in Hebrew mythology and had never appeared.

  Compared to divine revelation, they prefer to believe that Moses was traumatized by his remembrance of his people and his self-blame, and that he had mental problems, so much so that he thought he had seen God.

  "...Father, I understand your attachment to your people, but your idea is a little too unrealistic."

  He looked to be about thirty years old and dressed simply. Moses' eldest son was the first to express doubts.

  "You want to save the Hebrews, and there is nothing wrong with that, but they are now slaves of the Egyptians, and only Pharaoh has the right to decide whether they should go or not. But who are you to go to Pharaoh and save your people?"

  "As a messenger of God, God is with me, and that's not a problem."

  He shook his head and refuted his eldest son, but then Moses saw his second son coming forward.

  "Father, I understand your respect for God, but what is the name of the one you believe in that has been passed down?"

  "In Hebrew mythology, only the God who gave you this revelation has been passed down without a name... If someone asks you who the God you believe in is, can't you answer him?"

  "…As mortals, we should not call God by His name." Moses was indeed stumped for a moment, but he quickly thought of a solution: "But God certainly has a title."

  "If anyone asks me, 'Who sent you to save the Hebrews?' I would say, 'I AM' sent me."

  "The I AM allowed me to save them and bring them out of their suffering and torment."

  "But they won't believe it," Moses' wife retorted immediately.

  She was a Midianite, the daughter of a Midianite priest. She had not received the same education as Moses, and naturally had no reverence for those unproven legends of gods.

  "When I reach the most lush area of ​​the Nile River and return to the land where I lived as a child, the miracle will naturally appear. So are you willing to leave with me, or stay here?"

  Raising his staff, Moses expressed his resolve to his family.

  The argument lasted from evening to morning, with question after question being asked and Moses trying to answer them. He was not good at speaking, but now he answered them fluently.

  When the sky brightened again, his family finally and reluctantly agreed with Moses's opinion. They would follow him and set out back to Egypt, back to the center of Hermanu's world.

  This was not something that could be accomplished immediately, and they still needed to make a lot of preparations, such as selling off their property and preparing supplies.

  So the days passed, and the preparations of the Messer family were gradually completed...but they did not notice that from beginning to end, while they were busy, there was a girl in a green dress standing beside them.

  She watched everything but never said a word.

  ······

  The present world, the human world.

  Time flies, and the days gradually approach the end of midsummer.

  Under the scorching sun, trees absorb water through their roots and then evaporate it from their leaves.

  The chirping of insects could be heard among the trees, and the fragrance of seasonal flowers wafted from both sides of the road.

  There were no pedestrians on the dirt road, or rather, there were no so-called pedestrians traveling between different cities in this era.

  Anyone you meet outside the city is either an extraordinary person with special skills, or a merchant caravan of more than a hundred people traveling in groups.

  Especially since there have been rumors of dragons on this road recently... this has made most people avoid it as much as possible.

  …

  "call--"

  "Let me move it again... When I get home, I'll make you move it a hundred times!"

  Near a large pit that looked freshly dug, Andrea was muttering to herself under the scorching sun while gritting her teeth as she pushed a corpse into the bottom of the pit.

  The first time she did this, Andrea was not used to it, but now her movements have become more and more skillful.

  Ryan was responsible for killing people and she was responsible for burying the bodies, at least eight times if not ten times along the way.

  "Ah... it's finally over."

  Almost an hour later, Andrea wiped the sweat off her face and threw the shovel aside.

  The little princess trotted back to where the carriage was, feeling the cooling effect of the alchemical array, and her face looked as if she had come back to life.

  "Ivan! You can obviously solve it with magic, why do you let me dig the hole!"

  She puffed up her cheeks, then realized that this was not in accordance with etiquette, so Andrea still maintained the 'aristocratic smile' she had learned since childhood.

  Just from her tone, one could clearly hear her resentment.

  "If you just wanted to see me working hard in the sun, you could have just said so!"

  "You should call me Mr. Ivan. Besides, didn't I tell you that this is a special course I set up for you? Speaking of which, you've buried it so many times. Have you figured out anything?"

  Ryan put down the book in his hand and smiled at the angry Andrea.

  "What can you see...what can you see from this?"

  After a pause, Andrea recalled that there was nothing special about the people who attacked them on the road for various reasons, either in terms of strength or identity.

  "Some northern barbarians, and some descendants of nobles who were stripped of their titles, what's wrong with that?"

  "Then Andrea, why are the God-blood nobles nobles?"

  Ryan gave a patient and persuasive answer, answering the question irrelevantly.  

  "Because of their blood, the divine blood allows them to more easily tap into the power in their bodies. As long as the blood is not exhausted to a certain extent, almost everyone can become a professional. If you master the power, you will naturally master the status. And hereditary power naturally brings hereditary status."

  It seemed like a scripted statement, and in fact, this was what Andrea's father told him.

  She still remembered her father telling her that pure violence does not equal stable power, but when power can both create wealth and bring violence, then power and power are equal. This is why he turned a blind eye to the ban from Olympia - he was close to wizards and promoted alchemy, not to confront those Western powers, but because he saw opportunities in it.

  The influence of the Church of the Gods reaches deep into the human world, and in many places it is even more authoritative than the king. In essence, divine arts are different from the divine blood of the nobles. The latter can only bring violence, but the former can also create wealth.

  Holy water that heals injuries, magic that makes agriculture more productive, armor and weapons made in a special way... It is because of these that the church is so irreplaceable.

  Just like in Athens today, if the agricultural church announced its withdrawal from the kingdom, the grain output of the entire country would probably drop by more than 30%. In order to get rid of this situation, witchcraft and alchemy were the solutions Theseus thought of.

  This is another group that can create wealth and also has power. Of course, Theseus did not intend to use them to replace the church. He just wanted a second option at this time.

  "Yes, Andrea, it is just as you said—hereditary power, with hereditary status."

  Ryan nodded in approval.

  "Even if they have lost their titles, their bloodlines themselves mean value. As long as they want, they can continue to live a life that ordinary people can't even dream of. But Andrea, haven't you noticed that in your kingdom, so many descendants of God's blood have become robbers, while ordinary professionals are rare."

  "Why do you think this is so?"

  "…because of the policies my father implemented."

  No further elaboration was given, because it is no secret in Athens today.

  The intentions of this legendary king were very clear from the moment he abolished the aristocratic councils in cities across the country and maintained only the council established in Athens.

  He was suppressing the authority of the nobles and concentrating them on himself. At this moment, in contrast with reality, Andrea felt that she really understood something.

  "Is it because my father was so anxious that he didn't care about these minor details? Or maybe he didn't even take these nobles who had grudges against him seriously."

  "But in fact, they are not without threats. It's not just the ones we encountered on the road. Even when I was kidnapped, someone secretly tipped off the cultists and even turned a blind eye to them..."

  "This is Athens, they should not have been able to accomplish this on their own."

  Looking a little depressed, Andrea felt that she had a clearer understanding of human nature after learning from her experience.

  In this era, there were no sociologists, no psychologists, and almost no politicians. Even the King of Athens instinctively tried to maintain a "balance". In addition, the church, as the state religion, did not reject knowledge, so he brought in witchcraft and alchemy. But if Theseus really explained the principles behind it, he himself might not be very clear.

  Even now Andrea felt that she only understood a little bit.

  "I know what you mean - so I don't have to dig holes anymore, right?"

  She seemed to understand something, but the first half of the sentence was still serious. However, Andrea immediately changed the subject and looked at Ryan with shining eyes.

  "Of course... no."

  With a slight smile, Ryan shook his head to refuse, then pointed forward under the little princess's 'glare'.

  "Let's keep going. We still have a long way to go. We can't stop here."

  "You—humph!"

  With a snort, Andrea climbed down from the carriage, hung the shovel she had thrown down earlier on the side of the carriage, and then returned to the driver's seat.

  The carriage soon moved forward again, and Ryan leaned back in the carriage, closed his eyes and dozed off.

  …

  That night.

  The sky was cloudless, and the stars and the bright moon illuminated the entire night sky.

  Ryan lay on his back on a large rock, looking at the starry sky above his head.

  Andrea was sleeping in the car. Ryan didn't have any problem with the little princess on this point. On the contrary, he usually wouldn't stay in the car.

  He prefers to think about things in such a silent environment, as if this would make his thinking more active.

  There was no reason, neither physics nor magic, but Ryan did think so. But today, he encountered a problem.

  Because when Ryan asked for holy power from the Atrium Serpent on a daily basis, he received an extra message.

  As a shareholder of the Nine Prisons, the Serpent of the Courtyard also felt the abnormal loss of the world's power. However, others still need to guess, but Ryan knows why.

  This proves that the divinity in a foreign land has already started its plan, and the forces of the two worlds have begun the final battle. The destruction of Hemenu has completely fallen into a countdown, and Chaos is likely to produce all kinds of chaos... This is expected, but now Ryan has to face a problem, that is, as a human part, he woke up too late.

  He had never expected that he would accidentally run into the space-time bubble, which was originally an extremely small probability... In his previous plan, by the time the divine part began to act, his human incarnation should have finished what he needed to do and was waiting for the show to begin. But now that this situation had occurred, problems followed.

  What would the gods do when they sensed the fluctuations in the world's power? How would the original gods respond? Once the world's power was weakened, would the mother tree's blockade still be so strong? He couldn't be sure, just like Ryan still didn't know what tricks Erebus was playing.

  This is also why Ryan deliberately used the name of the mother tree to replace Hera's sacrifice. It was not just to make the Queen suffer a small loss, after all, this actually has no meaning. Ryan wanted to use this to see the mother tree's ability to interfere with the present world.

  Judging from the results, His seal should still be very strong - if He is not pretending.

  Could the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood disguise itself? Ryan didn't know. He didn't know much about this being from another world, and most of his knowledge was limited to guesswork.

  "Phew—wait a moment."

  "Anyway, the worst outcome won't be that bad."

  After thinking for a while, Ryan still couldn't think of any solution, so he had to take it one step at a time.

  At least he needs to see how these opponents are going to attack.