Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 965: Chapter 401 Omen of Death Star Chapter 965: Chapter 401 Omen of Death Star Sincerity, but with underlying malice.

Loudly speaking, these two seemingly contradictory words harmoniously coexist in Perseus.

Holding the long sword in his hand, at this moment, the Son of the Divine King remembered his father, the Monarch of Olympus, the King above all Gods.

He had heard stories about him from the idle chatter of the Gods after drinking nectar, and whether he admitted it or not, in Perseus’s heart, that was the example he strived to emulate.

If the Divine King is the lord of all Gods, then the territorial deities are the lowliest among the Deity Race, and the True Gods are like dukes and aristocrats.

And he, the son of Zeus, is precisely the initiator of the era of Demigods’ sovereign rights in the Mortal World, the most renowned hero.

Thus, Perseus built such a grand hall in front of the [Hall of Valor] in homage to the Divine King’s palace. He only allowed Heroic Spirits with the title of constellations to enter through the main gate, for those entities were ‘True Gods’ in his eyes.

He even once thought of emulating the system of the Twelve Olympian Gods, dividing the Twelve Zodiac Star Regions into twelve most powerful ‘constellation’ domains, making them his subjects—however, Perseus clearly did not have the capacity to invade the domains of True Gods in the Spirit Realm, nor did he have that many ‘loyal ministers’.

Reality was not smooth, but Perseus did not give up because of this. His father also had a time when the position of the Twelve Main Gods could not be filled.

Not until he defeated Earth Mother Goddess and killed Typhon with supreme Divine Power, did he truly become the uncontested Divine King of the world.

“So Heracles, this uninvited intruder… Are you playing the role of the Earth Mother Goddess, or replacing the existence of the King of All Monsters?”

He did not voice it out, but just like Zeus had once done, at this moment, Perseus chose to nobly persuade to surrender.

Behind him, Andromeda had already donned the armor of [Andromeda], and more Heroic Spirits gradually closed in.

At this moment, the advantageous Son of the Divine King hoped to subdue this powerful demigod, but the next moment, what met him was only the swing of Heracles’s club.

A club strike, powerful enough to shatter worlds.

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

After the trials in the Mortal World ended, he returned all the Divine Artifacts he received from the Gods except for this war sword from Ares.

This was not because the God of Craftsmanship was particularly generous, but only because the sword he lent was not a true complete Divine Artifact.

Clang—
Club and bronze sword collided, both weapons once thirstily drank the blood of demons.

However, the next moment, Perseus’s expression drastically changed.

“How could this be?”

Thud—
At the moment of contact, a boundless great force surged through Perseus’s arm holding the weapon.

He took a half-step back, his legs bent slightly, and the Son of the Divine King raised his left hand, both hands holding the sword to steady his posture.

With a shocking heart, Perseus’s eyes turned fierce.

He pulled back, the sword blade and club emitted a grating friction sound, as the retreating Son of the Divine King thrust his sword forward.

Starlight and the power of beliefs wrapped around him like a coiled silk, and the next club strike from Heracles came from above, but Perseus ignored it.

Dang—
Puff—

The Great Hero’s powerful club struck directly above Perseus’s head, but he dodged at the last moment, the club only landing on his shoulder armor.

And the Son of the Divine King’s sword thrust towards the chest, but also only hit the right chest of the Great Hero.

A club for a sword, a situation that should have led to mutual injuries, but at this moment both were inefficacious.

The iron club, wielded by Heracles with enough force to crush mountains, only staggered the enemy and could not destroy the meticulously crafted Divine Armor by the God of Craftsmanship.

Similarly, the bronze sword previously used by the War God was ineffective, protected by the Lion Skin of the Giant Lion, it was difficult to harm the Great Hero with blades.

“Is this… the Lion Skin of the Nomas Lion, did you really kill it instead of falsely proclaiming your Fame?”

Outside the great hall, the scene quieted for a moment. And looking at his copper sword which could no longer be stored, Perseus exclaimed in shock.

The skilled archer Apollo once challenged that lion, but his Divine Arrows could not pierce its fur.

The Son of the Divine King never expected he could actually see the hide of the Great Demon after its death on his opponent.

Silently without boasting his achievements.

Observing the fully armored figure before him showing only eyes, Heracles stepped back, his long club still pointing at the enemy before him.

Finally facing Perseus, the Great Hero did not rush to act again, but instead took out a delicately shaped bone instrument from his chest.

Through its shape, one could vaguely discern that it was a strangely manufactured good from a throat bone.

It was strung with a red cord, hung in the palm of the Great Hero.

“Perseus, I have heard of your great reputation in the Mortal World.”

“In your life’s adventure, you have killed countless harmful demons, thus establishing your Fame in the Mortal World.”

“But I want to ask you, are each of the demons you killed really ‘demons’?”

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

“Does it make a difference?”