Myth: I am God!

Chapter 131 The Sword of Sisyphus

The poisonous fog lingered above the fortress, its rays unable to penetrate the afternoon sun. The golden hues blended with the thick, pale green fog, creating a dazzling, colorful spectacle.

The shimmering light gently fell on Isaac's face, creating a vibrant tapestry of colors.

Perseus handed the black sword to Isaac, who then placed it on a stone platform. Thales and Isaac stood around the platform, examining the black sword, which gleamed with a cold luster and exuded an ancient aura.

The black sword was engraved with unknown patterns, like mysterious designs or ancient, forgotten script, inevitably leading one to wonder what kind of civilization was buried behind this creation...

"Ancient magical weapons are very different from modern Corinthian or Athenian imitations..."

"Most modern imitations use the simplest and crudest methods, such as staves and wands, and the circuits for guiding the power of ether and the elements are also mostly crude and inadequate, so they can only perform some simple and basic witchcraft."

"Such as praying for elements like landmines, fire, and water; releasing light and flashes, marsh gas, poisonous gas, or even hallucinations, etc..."

Thales stroked the black sword on the stone platform, feeling the cold blade glide across his fingertips. He slowly closed his eyes, as if he could see the sword's past and present life.

"And ancient magical weapons, each one is irreplaceable, almost divine artifacts, representing the pinnacle of human craftsmanship... Have you heard the legend of Sisyphus?"

"Legend has it that the most powerful magical weapon Sisyphus ever created was a bracelet."

He had imprisoned Death in a mortal's jail until Ares, the god of war, came to his rescue, freeing Death from the mortal's confinement.

"But there is another version of the story regarding this legendary strongest magical weapon..."

Sisyphus bound Death with the bracelets...

"Sisyphus, knowing he would anger the gods, poured the power of all nations into forging a divine sword."

"Sisyphus, wielding his divine sword, and his warriors were invincible, even Ares, the god of war, had to yield and secretly rescue Death, relying on the power of Death."

"He was deprived of the right to live, and only then was he allowed to die."

Thales rambled on, though he wasn't sure if this ancient magical weapon... was the legendary sword of Sisyphus.

He took the magic crystal from Elsa and, following a sequence that most people couldn't understand, placed it into the grooves on the sword's blade and hilt.

With each magic crystal he inserted into the groove of the sword, the patterns on the sword would light up a little more. When seven high-purity magic crystals were inserted in succession, the entire black sword immediately emitted an astonishing light.

The entire black sword transformed into a silver-white sword, with pale blue patterns swirling across its blade, giving it a sacred and mystical appearance.

And gradually.

The faint, ancient script, long since lost to human hands, gradually came into view.

The learned Thales recognized the ancient script, and his pupils trembled slightly.

He slowly uttered the words, "The Sword of Sisyphus."

"My lord, the Sword of Sisyphus has already been activated. To maintain or further enhance its power, all that's needed is a continuous supply of magic crystals..."

Thales handed the Sword of Sisyphus to Isaac, who took the black sword—no, it should now be called the Silver Sword—its blackness and mystery, ignited by the abundant aetheric power, transformed into a sharp and chilling force...

Isaac gazed at the silver sword, his mind turning to its former owner, his teacher, the legendary swordsman Tyr.

Isaac frowned, handed the Sword of Sisyphus to Perseus, and after a moment's thought, said, "I don't want to call it the 'Sword of Sisyphus'."

"I think it should be renamed from now on, to a different legendary name, the starting point of a new legend."

"Tyr's Sword..."

Perseus received the sword, named Tyr, from the Messiah.

His eyes also recalled fragments of memories about that kind old man, as if he had returned to that distant summer when he first met Isaac in his childhood...

"Grandpa Tyr, give me that sword..."

"And I will give him to you..."

"Perseus, my brother, my dearest friend."

"This sword..."

"I will create a legend with you..."

"A beautiful story."

"So much so that people may forget the name Tyr."

"But they must remember you..."

"I remember...your sword."

"And your sword is a continuation of his name..."

Isaac's voice rang in his ears.

Perseus, holding the silvery sword of Tyr, gently slashed forward—

Suddenly...

A flash of sword light, mixed with the chaotic power of ether...

Slash out from the front!

The thick fog that enveloped everything in front of me.

In an instant, the thick fog, which had been forming a continuous mass, was torn apart by the sword light, creating a huge crack that allowed the afterglow of the setting sun to shine into.

The thick fog was divided into two columns.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone through the crack, paving the way ahead for them.

It resembles a magnificent golden road...

And Isaac stepped into the golden path paved with the afterglow.

Dust swirled around them.

The sand and gravel made a sound...

It was as if the wind was singing an aria of dusk, light yet tragic.

They traversed city-states and ruins.

Traveling across the wasteland.

The light seen along the way is God's guidance.

Crossing corroded land and passing through withered forests.

Clear out the area where ten thousand venomous snakes were coiled.

During their journey, led by Perseus, they freed the soldiers petrified by Medusa's Eye in fortress after fortress, allowing their souls to return to heaven and be under the throne of God...

However, they consumed magic crystals very quickly during their conquest.

It's not just Perseus's sword; the elf Isa uses magic and sorcery, and the scholar Thales dispels the poisonous fog—all of this requires more magic crystals.

Fortunately.

Perseus memorized the location of each fortress's supply depot.

Whenever they had freed the soldiers inside a fortress, Perseus would open the doors to the storeroom.

The warehouse contained a large quantity of military equipment.

This includes many magic crystals.

While searching for magic crystals.

Isaac and his companions also discovered a brand-new, unused staff in an armory...

Upon seeing this, the elf Ersa wrapped the vines around the standard magical weapon again.

This gives it both the power to block poisonous fog and the magical attack magic of a magical weapon.

Elsa then gave this wand with these special qualities to Thales.

He personally taught him how to use a wand and how to cast spells.

Thales was a clever man; he grasped things quickly, especially water magic, and coincidentally, the ethereal circuit within this magical weapon was even more compatible with water elements...

And it was Isaac and his group who were there.

When the soul within the last stone statue was released...

On the outskirts of the city, they found the source of the poisonous fog in a cave.

A cave leading straight to the far west...

That is where Medusa came from, and that is where she will return.

Thales held a water wand entwined with green vines.

His eyes peered into the bottomless cave.

He couldn't help but ask, "Where does this cave lead?"

"A path to death."

"Isaac said."

His golden eyes shone like torches.

"Then cross over death."