Myth: I am God!

Chapter 125 The Adventure Begins Again!

After Isaac learned of the prophet's revelation...

He hurriedly informed King Dicttis of this matter: "To resolve the crisis caused by the sea monster cast by Poseidon, we must go to the west and kill that serpent monster."

This ancient palace has witnessed many legends and stories, some of which have been obscured by the dust of time and forgotten, such as the past of the former King of Argos who conquered half of Middle-earth through war and tyranny, and the lament of the girl who died at the hands of her own grandfather...

However, some other stories and legends shine even brighter with the passage of time.

It was sung by all people, becoming an epic, becoming a myth.

The hero Ara Messiah, the hero who died in the rose, once proclaimed in this ancient city that he would conquer the lion, conquer the invincible monster...

And now, it seems, another legend is about to begin...

King Dicttis was over forty, nearly fifty, and approaching his twilight years... almost the same age he was when they first met the King of Argos.

When he saw two young people standing in the dimly lit palace, telling him about the revelations they had heard, the plans they had made, and the journey they were about to embark on... at the moment when the setting sun fell before his eyes.

Time seems to have turned back to those days...

The man extended an invitation to him in the dimly lit shanty.

That distant afternoon when I became part of an epic with him...

Time flies.

"Father, Father... what's wrong?"

The king, who was approaching dusk, was awakened by the voice of Perseus.

When I came to my senses from my daze.

The filthy, chaotic shantytowns before us have been transformed into a luxurious and magnificent golden palace.

The person is gone, and the story has long been buried with the red rose.

The somewhat familiar figures before them had transformed into Isaac and Perseus.

Rather than him and Arahmesaiah.

"well..."

Dicttis sighed and looked at the setting sun.

Perseus looked at Dicttis with some confusion and asked, "Father, did you hear our suggestion? We might be able to resolve the crisis with the sea monster by following the will of the gods... but the threat from the mortal legions might require your personal intervention."

Dicttis turned and glanced at Perseus.

He uttered something no one could understand, a sound like an old man's sigh: "Perseus, my child..."

"The Allied Forces are nothing to fear; sea monsters, serpent monsters, and gods are but trifles..."

You will understand eventually.

"The most unstoppable force in the world..."

"It is like the long, flowing years, like the Jordan River."

Go and write your own story...

"May those years remember you..."

"Let God remember you."

The day.

King Dicttis proclaimed to the people.

He will personally lead the army, setting out on a campaign alongside the eldest prince and Messiah to subdue the rampaging serpent monster on the western front.

And He comforted the people, saying that God had already given a prophecy to resolve the disaster of the sea monster.

Everything they did was in accordance with God's instructions.

The Olympian believers angrily retorted that if God truly had a solution, He would have intervened personally long ago, proving He was utterly incapable of dealing with Poseidon, or even his sea monsters...

The Catholic believers countered that only a false god like Poseidon would covet the princess, even going so far as to descend to earth himself, while God wouldn't need to intervene personally; His messengers and divine processions were sufficient to deal with such a false god...

The two groups argued incessantly within the city until the prophet Zach, having learned from Isaac's practices in Canaan, dispatched several tribal priests to burn several rampant heretics in the square. Only then did the crowd gradually quiet down...

However, these people won't give up so easily.

They had been secretly looking for an opportunity.

They attempted to kidnap the princess and sacrifice her to the ruler of the sea...

Nemea Plain.

Wherever the monsters went.

The vegetation withered and the river water became polluted.

Living things rotted and lost their vitality.

However, Medusa, the Gorgon with a serpent's belly, marched across the wasteland, leaving behind a series of stone cities sealed with rocks, as she approached the border between Mycenae and Canaan...

A figure.

It appeared beside it as if it had descended from the sky.

Medusa still possessed most of the intelligence she had as a human. Although she had become cruel and disrespectful of life, she was still able to communicate and understand.

It was clearly taken aback when it saw the figure descending from the sky.

It knew that the person before it was no ordinary being, but perhaps a deity incarnate.

The figure had several pairs of wings and was surrounded by golden holy light. He said to Medusa, "Medusa, the gods say you must not go any further."

Medusa's mind raced, and she thought to herself:

Wasn't it sent by Athena's priestess to hunt down Poseidon? Why is it now forbidden to move forward?

Could it be that the goddess changed her mind?

"Poseidon has vanished into the ocean; you can no longer find him."

"And if you go any further, you will anger the walking of the gods."

At that moment, Medusa realized that the goddess had been constantly aware of Poseidon's location, and she had missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to assassinate him...

Medusa flicked her tongue, her fangs extending from the corners of her mouth, her face filled with sorrow and resentment. She angrily lashed her tail, shattering boulders and the earth, leaving terrifying marks, before turning and burrowing into the ground.

It transformed into a dark green poisonous mist and vanished into the wasteland.

However, Medusa is gone.

The destruction left behind by the monster is indeed real.

The river turned dark green and foul-smelling, floating with dead fish and filth, while the area traversed by the giant serpent's belly was left with countless venomous snakes and a dense fog that shrouded the land...

The entire battle line was shrouded in poisonous fog, almost isolating the entire battlefield. The soldiers who had turned to stone in the fortresses and city-states seemed to be undergoing some changes in the poisonous fog.

Meanwhile, Dicttis arrived at Mycenae with his army.

Upon seeing everything that was happening before my eyes...

His vision blurred again...

This plain, known as Nemea, was once again ravaged by monsters, transformed into a forbidden zone and barren land inaccessible to all. And there, too, was a force dedicated to vanquishing those monsters—

As Isaac and the others were about to step into the poisonous fog, the scholar who called himself Thales hesitated for a moment before following them.

This surprised Isaac, who asked curiously, "Are we going on a perilous adventure with a slim chance of survival?"

Why did you follow me?

A resolute glint flashed in the scholar Thales' eyes as he clenched his fist and said, "Because of conscience..."

"If I hadn't spoken up for Poseidon back then, perhaps none of this would have happened."

"Therefore, in order to make amends for my mistake..."

"I must do something to atone for my sins."

"Even at the cost of my life."

Isaac observed Thales for a long time, during which time they spent together.

He finally saw through the scholar's true nature; he was a kind and persistent person.

today.

He formally recognized the scholar...

Isaac reached out his hand to Thales.

When Thales looked up, he froze.

At that moment, the light pierced through the mist and shone faintly on Isaac.

The figure in the light said, "My name is Isaac, Isaac Messiah, I acknowledge you... my friend."

Instantly.

For some reason, Thales' eyes seemed to well up with tears, and an unknown tremor surged within him. He trembled all over, so much so that he couldn't utter a single word...

This was a feeling he had never experienced at the height of his career, when he was at the youngest age and had debated with ten older scholars, earning him the title of Senior Scholar of Athens.

As if watched over by some great being, and etched by time and the world into that ancient and sacred scroll.

It became an insignificant shadow in that epic tale and the passage of time...

But... no matter how insignificant, that story has its place.

In the end, he could only choke back tears and reach out his hand, his voice trembling.

Interact with those people in the light and shadow.

At this moment, light and shadow are frozen in time.

Dickis witnessed this scene from the city tower.

Recalling the past.

I just felt...

This moment is just like that moment back then...

Like the echoing of the cycle of time, the gears have turned back to their starting point.

The story begins anew.