Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 953 - 394 Sphinx

Chapter 953: Chapter 394 Sphinx Chapter 953 -394 Sphinx When Zeus and Erebus each departed, at the edge of the Earth, not far from Silver Moon City.

A pale silver shuttle-shaped metallic object hovered in mid-air, with the brilliance of Stars flowing on its surface.

Having set down his heavy luggage, Heracles examined the vehicle in front of him, silently feeling that the journey was worth it.

The wilderness of Chaos was perilous, rife with Alien Beasts and demons. Even if one could handle them, it would inevitably delay travelers considerably.

Moreover, once one crossed the Olympus Mountain Range, the Earth further to the west became even more dangerous. Ancient Evil Artifact and Pagan Evil Gods that even the Deities dreaded often lurked there, no one could guarantee their own safety.

Therefore, to reach his destination as quickly as possible, the Great Hero had to target Silver Moon City.

The submarine that sailed underwater had made a deep impression on Heracles, so correspondingly, he hoped to obtain a tool for travel between the Earth here.

Initially, he failed, because the truly advanced creations of Silver Moon City were never sold externally, and even if they were willing to sell, unless the Great Hero was willing to exchange the treasures left on those demons, he couldn’t afford them.

But in the end, he succeeded.

He obtained what he wanted, which was the metallic shuttle floating in front of him. However, to acquire it, Heracles had to accept a special request.

“How strange…”

“Sending someone into a dangerous situation, while also arranging for someone to rescue them.”

“Prince Prometheus, does such contradictory behavior really make sense?”

Asking softly, although the Great Hero was intelligent, he hadn’t delved too deep into these awkward choices between the kingdom’s and church’s top tiers.

To this, the Forethinker just smiled, such things were not uncommon in the Mortal Realm.

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“There’s nothing strange about it.”

“You should know, within a group, it’s very easy for different views to arise between individuals and the collective.”

“When opinions diverge, one will always be implemented, but the others might not necessarily give up.”

“But this has nothing to do with us, after all, you’ve got what you wanted, haven’t you.”

“With its help, distance can no longer become an obstacle to you.”

Smiling, Prometheus gave his explanation. However, looking at the thoughtful Great Hero, he actually had another guess in mind.

Perhaps during this short time, Heracles’ identity as the Divine King’s Bloodline had already been discovered.

And the person who gave him the commission might just purely want to see the offspring of the ‘Fake God’ leaders confront them first.

But these baseless guesses didn’t have to be mentioned, whether true or false, they’re not really a big deal.

After all, even without anyone else’s influence, the Great Hero himself seemed to be taking a path contrary to that of Zeus.

“Yes, every time I see it, I can’t help but marvel at the effects of Alchemy. The person who invented it must be one of the wisest Sages in the world, it practically takes people to another world.”

“The vast Universe is boundless, yet mortals can roam within it through their own creations.”

“If I hadn’t seen it for myself, I would probably think it’s just a fantastical tale.”

Slightly emotional, even now, Heracles continued to be amazed by the human Spellcasters’ brilliant ideas.

Unlike in the water, progress here on the land without the flow of currents is very difficult to hide.

Fortuitously, the creator of this flying shuttle sidestepped this issue completely by turning the planar journey into a three-dimensional dynamic.

Passing through nine layers of cloud-sea, reaching directly into the endless starscape.

From there, tracing an arc, and ultimately returning to the mortal world.

Thus, the long journey was circumvented, and unknown to others, the traveler had already traversed both land and ocean.

“Amon, I hear you’ve also been busy these last few days.”

“A witch of not insignificant status in Silver Moon City has invited you to her home, to have you share with her the interesting things you’ve encountered on your travels.”

“How is it, the life of a powerful witch, did it broaden your horizons, did you see many things you’ve never encountered before?”

“…”

“…Of course.”

“The witch’s attitude was very enthusiastic; she entertained me warmly… and the experience at her place, it could truly be a lifetime memory for me.”

Smiling in response, Amon quickly glossed over the topic.

The Great Hero seeing this did not pursue further, although he was indeed curious about Amon’s experiences over these few days.

As an Outsider, until his departure, Heracles had not met a powerful Wizard who made him feel threatened here, but he believed there must be one.

Perhaps that witch was one, but whether by coincidence or something else, he never had the chance to meet her.

“…Well, let it be.”

“Anyway, so far this trip has turned out quite successfully. If there’s a chance in the future, I might come back for another visit.”

“But now, it’s time for us to start the next leg of our journey.”

Laughing as he spoke, just as the Great Hero had said, it was time for them to go.

Although they had only uncovered the tip of the iceberg of this city, on the other side of the Earth there was much more waiting for them.

The orchards over the sea, the River of Oblivion from the Underworld, and the mythical haven where all souls in the world are said to rest.

They were ready to embark… but just at this moment, Heracles suddenly frowned, looking towards a distant direction.