Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 931 - 382 Concrete

Chapter 931: Chapter 382 Concrete

“What a grand spectacle…”

On the periphery of the Ionia Sea, at the center of Navarin Island.

Billows of black smoke rise; waves of heat ascend.

Below the crater in the center of the island, scorching magma churns within the mountain’s belly, while molten lava, meant to settle, continuously springs forth from the heart of the earth.

And the salt traces left behind by the passing seawater climb the mountain path, stripping away vegetation in their wake.

Only a sparse few remain in their original form, but all these traces come to a halt near the crater.

Under the influence of Poseidon’s uncontrollable Law, the island, once submerged by the ocean, drew forth waves hundreds of meters high.

The violent tides swept away all creatures on the island, and the backflow of the sea was supposed to further trigger a violent volcanic eruption, enveloping the surrounding hundred miles of sea under dark clouds, and even causing the entire island to sink below the surface.

But fatefully, as a vassal of the Sea Emperor, the former imperial capital of the Kingdom of Pylos, though Poseidon has long been absent, his lingering protection never vanished.

One of Olympus’s Principal Gods, and once a guest on The Island of Lemnos, the God of Craftsmanship Hephaestus, blessed this island.

After the Lord of Fire visited, his authority ensured it would never suffer due to the lava.

Thus, Navarin Island was preserved, even though the magma once reached the mountain’s peak—although the nation built atop was inevitably doomed to collapse, the island itself stubbornly survived.

Therefore, to await the arrival of the Fates, Laine simply stayed above the sea.

After all, it was about time for the other party to arrive.

The Elder Wand revealed Laine’s tracks, but this scrutiny also allowed him to sense it in advance.

What surprised Laine, however, was not only the arrival of Lachesis, the second sister of The Three Fates, measuring life with a stone ruler marked with fates, but also an additional guest.

The Grand Sorceress who pioneered Alchemy, Hermes.

What took him even more by surprise was that this time, without needing to make a move himself, when Lachesis stepped out of the cloud chariot, the other party struck first.

“…Your efforts are futile, Mr. Aiven.”

“With the power of your constructs, it is impossible to imprison the agent of fate.”

His voice was calm, not in a hurry to do something.

Quietly watching every move of Hermes, Laine never intended to act against The Three Fates for control of their Godhood.

As long as they could be prevented from intervening in the material world before the change of the era, his purpose would be achieved.

So, when noticing Hermes’s bold move, Laine not only didn’t stop him but even hoped he would succeed directly.

Initially, the Great Alchemist did not disappoint him.

Whether it was the trajectory of fate closely connected to Lachesis or the seemingly broken portal, yet filled with infinite mysteries, it all brightened Laine’s eyes.

Especially the latter, aside from those things found in the Nine Realms Ruins, this was his first encounter with Alchemy Constructs that touched the domain of Deity.

If his constructs were complete, then perhaps Hermes might truly have managed to imprison the Fates here.

And even though the damaged Gateway was full of gaps, it was only incapable of restraining Lachesis alone.

If it were another True God with Weak Divine Power, the outcome might have been quite different.

Thus, quietly putting away two Yuktrahil Leaves he had prepared earlier, Laine decided to approach the problem in a different way.

The Fates were significant, but whether they ended up in his hands or not suddenly seemed less critical.

Especially when compared to the Alchemy achievements shown by Hermes, Lachesis’s value once again declined considerably.

Therefore, Laine started brewing a pot of tea in front of him.

Watching the Great Alchemist caught in a stalemate in The Sky, he began to speak as a reminder.

And on the side of the Cloud Car, Hermes seemed to hear his voice.

Swoosh—

His figure flashed, descending from the sky.

Clad in a robe embroidered with golden threads, his broad sleeves fluttering.

In a moment, as his feet touched the ground, the youthful Hermes had already sorted out his emotions.

His serious expression had vanished, and stepping forward unhurriedly, the Great Alchemist’s face bore a friendly smile.

Right hand holding the Gate of Starlight, as if he only just noticed Laine’s presence, Hermes warmly greeted.

“Just now I was wondering who was calling me… It’s truly unexpected to meet a friend of the King here.

“Sir, you must have heard of me, after all, I do have a certain reputation in Athens.”

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“But today is our first official meeting, so I should introduce myself—Hermes, the Spellcaster under Contract with the Royal Family of Athens, and of course, the world’s first true Alchemist.”

“As you see, Aiven, Andrea’s counselor, just your average Godhood Practitioner.”

Smiling, Laine introduced himself as well.

“Hahahaha… Now we’re officially acquainted.”

“In that case, I won’t hold back.”

Laughing heartily, winking, with no hint of reservation, Hermes cheerfully said:

“Like you reminded, Mr. Aiven, I have indeed encountered a little trouble—if you could lend me a hand, I’d be immensely grateful.”

“Of course, no problem.”

Unsurprised by Hermes’s familiarity, Laine replied with a smile.