Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 777: Chapter 281 Witness

Swish-swish—

In the City of Eryxis, not far from The Temple, a tall young man stood up, paced a few steps, then sat back down in his place.

The small room had been temporarily converted into a prison, and the chains on his hands clinked as he moved.

The young man noticed that his every move was being watched closely by the soldiers around him.

Their gazes were cautious, and also filled with dread.

It was as though they weren’t facing a young man, but a ferocious beast unleashed by a flood.

“…I should have been more careful, otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten into this kind of trouble.”

He sighed internally, feeling a bit regretful.

But in truth, he knew he wasn’t adept at concealing his movements.

And more confusing to him, than being caught, was the purpose of his journey.

Where had the Goddess of Agriculture gone? What happened to her promise of not giving up her sacred land in the Mortal Realm, her decision to stay in Eryxis?

And then there were the ‘arrogant and presumptuous Athenians’— Heracles had thought he would witness them assaulting the Deity’s sanctuary.

Yet, perhaps because the Goddess of Agriculture herself had abandoned this place, not only had Athens’ army done nothing to The Temple, but they also joined in the efforts to put out the fire.

The Demon Fire, infused with the essence of the Abyss, was hard to extinguish, but it had been easily dealt with in the presence of these Athenians.

Thus, for a moment, Heracles, who had just received a significant blow in his life, felt lost.

According to the guidance he had received, he had committed a crime that was unforgivable.

Therefore, he needed to demonstrate his Extraordinary Power and Wisdom to the Gods; preventing the Athenians from attacking the Goddess of Agriculture’s Temple was one of the tasks.

Whether through words or force, as long as he could convince the Athenian army to spare The Temple and not attempt to imprison the Goddess of Agriculture, that would be considered a successful completion of the mission.

But now, it seemed like he had succeeded without needing to do anything.

After all, from beginning to end, the Athenians didn’t seem to show any interest in a temple without a Deity.

“Actually, this result doesn’t seem too bad… But if the Goddess of Agriculture wasn’t even here to begin with, did I truly complete my mission?”

“After all, I haven’t even seen the face of the Goddess up until now, let alone assisted her.”

Swish-swish—

Standing up again, he paced morosely and the chains rattled ominously.

Previously, while trying to further ascertain the whereabouts of the Goddess of Agriculture, Heracles was spotted by patrolling soldiers.

They seemed to think he was some kind of dangerous element, and thereupon imprisoned him on the spot.

Heracles did not resist, as compared to this task, which was nothing like what the Gods had described, he cared little for being imprisoned.

After all, neither these shackles nor the soldiers posed any threat to Heracles.

If he wished, he could leave this place at any time.

But what really made him choose to stay was he had heard that among the military’s high ranks was a potent Alchemist.

Wizards may not necessarily be Alchemists, but in this era, an Alchemist was certainly a Wizard.

And to the western kingdoms of the mainland, Wizards were seen as evil but wise, knowledgeable, and eager to explore the unknown.

And for Heracles at this time, he wanted to converse with a being of vast knowledge, so he simply allowed himself to be imprisoned.

“Huh— Are they coming?”

He exhaled, and after a short while, Heracles’s keen senses picked up someone approaching the makeshift prison.

Sure enough, the high ranks of this army had taken notice of him, and that was why he had made no effort to conceal the purpose of his mission.

Heracles was not a brute; on the contrary, he was rather intelligent.

In the original myths, that’s just the kind of person he was.

The twelve labors weren’t always completed by brute strength, so since the Gods hadn’t required him to keep his labors a secret, attracting the attention of the Athenians like this was not out of the question.

“Clang—”

The door was flung open, and someone stepped in.

An officer, who appeared to have some rank, gave Heracles a once over, then motioned with his hand.

“You are Heracles?”

“I am.”

Nodding in response, Heracles scrutinized this seemingly slightly stronger, yet still fragile officer.

“Since it’s you, come with us. Someone wants to see you.”

“To save the Goddess… you really thought that one up.”

Slightly disdainful, but the officer tried not to show it.

He ordered the locks on Heracles to be opened and then signaled for him to follow and leave.

As for the possibility of the prisoner resisting after being unchained… what a joke.

Impossible, even those world-renowned Heroes wouldn’t be able to move freely amidst a national conflict and a large army.

Yes, absolutely impossible.

Feeling confident in his judgment, and having confirmed there was no mistake in the person, the officer turned and led the way.

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Step—

Step-step—

Within the empty Temple, footsteps approached from afar.

Laine stood not far from a fallen statue, the aftermath of the previous battle, admiring the exquisite frescoes on the dome of The Temple.

There was no denying that the presence of Extraordinary Power had advanced the art of this era considerably.

Especially this kind of bas-relief architecture, which was far superior in skill to anything else from the same period.

The entire fresco was exquisite and dignified, depicting the history of the Church of Agriculture.

All those pivotal figures in the development of the church were there, their last traces left in the Mortal Realm.