Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 966 - 401 Omen of Death Star_2

Chapter 966: Chapter 401 Omen of Death Star_2

Chapter 966: Chapter 401 Omen of Death Star_2

First, he was taken aback; then, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Perseus never expected to hear such a naïve and ridiculous question.

Do humans need a reason to kill demons?

As to whether they are truly demons…

A staff exchanged for a sword should have resulted in mutual harm, but at this moment, both failed to achieve any effect.

The iron staff, in Heracles’ swing, could sink mountains, yet it only caused the enemy to stagger without being able to destroy the Divine Armor meticulously cast by the God of Craftsmanship.

The bronze sword once used by the War God also failed to take effect; under the protection of the Giant Lion’s skin, the Great Hero remained unharmed by sword or knife.

“This is… the Lion Skin of the Nomas Lion; did you actually kill it, and not just falsely proclaim your fame?”

In front of the grand hall, there was a moment of silence at the scene. Looking at his bronze sword that couldn’t be stored anymore, Perseus exclaimed in astonishment.

The skilled archer Apollo once challenged that lion, but his Divine Arrow couldn’t pierce through its fur.

The Son of the Divine King never imagined that he could truly see the fur of the Great Demon post-mortem on its body.

Silently, without boasting of his own deeds.

Observing the fully armored figure showing only a pair of eyes, Heracles stepped back, his staff still pointed at the enemy before him.

But finally, standing face to face with Perseus, the Great Hero did not rush to act again but took out a delicately-made bone instrument from his chest.

Through its appearance, it could vaguely be seen that it was made from a strange hyoid bone, polished into the final product.

It was strung on a red cord, resting in the palm of the Great Hero.

“Perseus, I have heard of your great name in the Mortal Realm.”

“In the adventures of your lifetime, you have killed countless harmful demons, thus achieving your fame among humans.”

“But I want to ask you, were all the demons you killed truly ‘demons’?”

“Did you kill them for the peace of the Mortal Realm, because they blocked your path, or simply for your own fame?”

“Is there a difference?”

First, he was taken aback; then, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Perseus never expected to hear such a naïve and ridiculous question.

Do humans need a reason to kill demons?

As to whether they are truly demons…

Sincere, yet harboring ill intentions.

Speaking loudly, these two seemingly contradictory terms appeared so harmonious on Perseus.

With a long sword in hand, at this moment, the Son of the God-King remembered his father, the Monarch of Olympus, the King above all Gods.

He had heard stories about him from the casual conversations of the drunken All Gods and, whether admitted with his lips or not, those were the role models for Perseus’ own efforts.

If the Divine King is the monarch of All Gods, then territorial deities are the commoners among The Deity Race, True Gods are dukes and Aristocrats.

And he, the son of Zeus, was also precisely the founder of the era of Demigod sovereign in the Mortal Realm, the most renowned Hero in the Mortal World.

Thus, Perseus built this grand hall in front of the [Hall of Valor] to honor the palace of Divine King. He only allowed those Heroic Spirits who had received the title of a Zodiac to enter through the main door because those beings were the ‘True Gods’ in his eyes.

He even once wanted to emulate the system of the Twelve Olympian Gods, dividing the Twelve Zodiac Star Regions into twelve domains of the ‘strongest constellations,’ and to make them his subjects—allies. However, Perseus clearly lacked the power to encroach on the domains of True Gods of the Spirit Realm, and he didn’t have that many ‘loyal ministers’ either.

Reality did not yield smoothly, but Perseus did not give up because of this. Even his father had gone through such times when the places of the Twelve Main Gods could not be filled.

Only after he had defeated Mother Earth with supreme Divine Power and killed Typhon, did he truly become the uncontested Divine King of the world.

“So, Heracles, this uninvited intruder… do you represent the role of the Earth Mother Goddess, or are you taking the place of The King of All Monsters?”

He did not speak out loud, but just as Zeus had done, at this moment, Perseus chose a lofty exhortation.

Behind him, Andromeda had also donned the Armor of the Andromeda constellation, and more and more Heroic Spirits gradually surrounded the area.

At this time, the Son of the Divine King, who held the upper hand, would rather subdue this powerful Demigod. Yet the next moment, all that met him was Heracles swinging his staff.

With a swing from above, a force that could break through everything.

Seeing this scene, Perseus had no choice but to raise his bronze sword to defend.

Once his trials in the mortal realm had ended, he had returned all the divine artifacts bestowed upon him by all the gods, except for the sword from Ares that remained in his possession.

This was not because the War God was particularly generous, but rather because the sword he had lent was not a true, complete divine artifact.

Ding—

The staff and bronze sword collided, both weapons that had once quenched their thirst with the blood of demons clashed.

However, in the next instant, Perseus’s expression drastically changed.

“How is this possible?”

Thud—

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At the intersection of sword and staff, a boundless mighty force surged down along Perseus’s arm as he gripped the weapon.

Taking half a step back, bending his legs slightly, the Son of the God-King raised his left hand, wielding the sword with both hands to steady himself.

Internally shocked, Perseus’s eyes became fierce.

He tugged backward, and the scraping noise of the sword edge against the iron staff was piercing as Perseus, the Son of the God-King, retreated strategically, thrusting his sword forward.

Starlight and the power of belief encircled him like a ribbon, as Heracles’s next strike came from above, but Perseus ignored it as if unheard.

Clang—

Gush—

A resounding clang echoed, mixed with a dull noise resembling that of leather being pierced.

The Great Hero’s powerful swing aimed straight for Perseus’s head but was instead dodged at the last second, striking only upon his shoulder armor.

While the Son of the God-King’s sword thrust went straight toward the chest, it also merely hit the Great Hero’s right chest.

A swap of staff for sword should have led to mutual destruction, but at this moment, both attacks were in vain.

The iron staff, wielded by Heracles, could shatter mountains, yet only caused his foe to stumble, unable to destroy the finely crafted armor by the God of Craftsmanship.

Likewise, the bronze sword, once wielded by the War God, was ineffective, as under the protection of the Giant Lion’s skin, the Great Hero remained unscathed by blade or sword.

“This is… the Nomas Lion’s skin. Did you really kill it, rather than falsely spreading your fame?”

Before the great hall, silence fell upon the scene momentarily. Watching his sword unable to penetrate further, Perseus exclaimed in astonishment.

The well-shooting Apollo had once challenged that lion, but even his divine arrows could not pierce its fur.

The Son of the God-King had never expected that he would indeed see the hide of the Great Demon on his opponent.

Silently, without boasting of his accomplishments,

Observing the full-body divine armor that only showed eyes, Heracles took a step back, his long staff still aimed at his opponent from a distance.

But now, standing face to face with Perseus, the Great Hero did not rush to strike again, but rather took from his chest an intricately carved bone musical instrument.

Through its structure, one could vaguely discern it was a flute crafted from an odd throat bone.

Strung up with a red cord, it lay in the palm of the Great Hero.

“Perseus, I have heard of your fame in the mortal world.”

“In your life’s adventures, you have slain countless harmful demons, and in doing so, established your fame among men.”

“But I want to ask you, were all those you killed, truly ‘demons’?”

“Did you slay them for the peace of the mortal realm, because they impeded your path, or merely for your own fame?”

“Does it make a difference?”

First, he was taken aback, then a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Perseus had not expected to hear such an innocent and ludicrous question.

Do humans need a reason to kill demons?

As for whether they were truly demons…