Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 807: Chapter 300: The Strong Deserve Respect

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Ding—

The arrows failed to hit their mark and vanished into a formless mist before touching the ground.

Achilles traced the direction from which the golden arrow came, as if seeing a sun.

The God of Light, Apollo, revered as the God of Sun by the mortal realm, rode a golden chariot.

The blond and handsome deity, though surprised by the ineffectiveness of his attack, notched another arrow, his intent to intimidate evident.

Although Apollo had no particular issue with Achilles, and regarded Athens with a neutral stance, having agreed to Hera’s request, he would not allow Agamemnon to die before him.

Even if he would later abandon this responsibility, he was determined to fulfill his duty now.

“A deity?”

Shifting his focus away from the king before him, Achilles watched as Mycenae’s soldiers rescued their king.

Defeating Agamemnon, who commanded vast armies, in just two moves underscored the unmistakable gap in strength between them, relying on Agamemnon’s ignorance of his unbreakable body.

He escaped, but compared to a mortal king, a truly immortal deity excited Achilles more.

The seemingly distant expanse could not obstruct his sight, and he clearly saw the blond deity on the distant mountainside.

The Sun God Apollo, the finest archer among the Olympian Gods.

If even his arrows were so ineffective, then how formidable could these gods truly be?

Ha, Apollo… it was fine when you merely drew the sun across the sky, but today, how dare you come to the mortal realm to challenge me!

“Move aside!”

Shwa—

The spear swung in a half-arc, swiping away the obstructing soldiers.

With his eyes on the distant Sun God, Achilles contemplated one of the twelve Olympian Gods… Since you dare stop me here, let me taste your worth.

Whoosh—

“Arrogant scoundrel, but you do have some skill.”

Muttering quietly, he loosed another arrow.

However, this time Apollo saw his arrow deflected by Achilles, who was well-prepared.

Despite the strong force pushing him back dozens of steps, it did not cause any real harm.

This mortal… For a moment, Apollo found him quite troublesome.

Another undying body that could not be harmed by sword or dagger, yet it was not the first time he had encountered this situation over the years.

In the vast mortal realm of Chaos, there were more than just this one with similar abilities.

To the west of the continent, beyond the reach of humans and rarely visited by the gods, slumbered ancient evils banished by the gods.

They inherited the supreme power of the Flesh Mother, an endless vitality.

In the center of the continent, not far from the ruins of Mount Olympus, the Sphinx with the body of a lion and head of a human had also relocated there.

It inherited the power left by Typhon, the king of all monsters, when he fought the king of gods; this power connected its life to the order of the current realm.

As long as the world’s order and rules remained unbroken, nothing could kill that terrifying demon.

Compared to the old world, the land of Chaos had become much more complex.

Yet, Apollo also understood that these so-called undying beings were not truly immortal.

Each seemingly invincible power harbored a corresponding flaw, if only one knew how to find it.

The ancient evils’ power stemmed from the mysterious [life] authority of the Flesh Mother, so to counter them, one would require equivalent [life] or the corresponding [death].

Though the Sphinx’s order was extraordinarily powerful, it too was limited by its own order.

Wisdom sprang from the head of the god-king, perhaps suggesting something from the void.

So any entity stumped by the Sphinx’s wisdom, no matter how powerful, would find it hard to escape death.

But conversely, if one could unravel its wisdom leaving it without a path, a mortal could take its head.

If all this was hearsay, then the demons that once bathed in Hestia’s divine blood were directly witnessed by the Sun God.

Apollo once sought counsel from his aunt after an initial defeat.

“The one who ties the knot must untie it,” the power from Hestia implied there should be a solution.

As expected, the Goddess of Hearthfire did not disappoint him.

However, upon hearing the solution she provided, Apollo couldn’t help but lament that perhaps these so-called ‘flaws’ existed in anticipation of a corresponding person.

“Apollo, I know your intention, and I can also tell you the method to counter my divine power. As the innate guardian and goddess of fire, to me, flames and guardianship appear contradictory but are in fact two sides of me.”

“Fire can repel disasters and protect tranquility, which is why mortals call me the guardian of the home. But conversely, fire can also bring calamity, rendering my power ineffective.”

“So to break through my divine power, you just need to find another fire, besides my own, with the intention of ‘guardianship.’ For example, the primordial sacred fire passed among mortals, use its power to temper your arrows; that will be enough to break the demon’s body.”

Hestia’s words were clear, and she offered a solution.

Yet Apollo awkwardly discovered he lacked the ability to implement it.

After all, though most mortals now believed the sacred fire a gift from the Goddess of Hearthfire, Apollo understood that the fire was actually stolen by the thief of fire, Prometheus, and then given to humanity.