In the illusion of Hercules' memory, time was forever frozen on a spring day thousands of years ago. Somewhere in the unknown wilderness of the Greek peninsula, the hero who had completed the 12 trials washed away his bloodstains, looked up at the high Mount Olympus, and thought about his future. At this moment, he had not yet ushered in the end of his miserable life. He stood on the land of his hometown for the last time as a human being, and the next time he returned to this place, the entire land had been burned to ashes by the falling debris of Olympus.
That was why his memories were frozen here. At this moment, he had lost a lot, but he also had a lot. His home in the sky and the earth were still there, his father was still sitting on the throne, and he had not thrown himself into the vortex of the World of Gods — he was still human.
At least he thought of himself as a human being.
"I don't like Olympus," Hercules said, standing side by side with Hao Ren on a boulder. Hercules crossed his arms and looked up at the sacred mountain in his memory. Part of the sacred mountain was blurred. It was the realm of Hera. "The gods are cruel. I don't know how people of your era understand and imagine the Mythological Era, but you can guess as viciously as you can. Hera once ridiculed my father by saying that he was addicted to having sex with his livestock. In fact, most of the 'gods' on Mount Olympus had the same view of human beings. They were also very conflicted. They had unparalleled power, a hundred times more powerful than the people on the ground, but they found that the humans on the ground had the same appearance as themselves, which confused and angered them. The gods dissected countless mortals to find evidence of the fundamental differences between the Olympian gods and the mortals on the ground, to prove that the two species were indeed born different. Their final conclusion was that no matter how similar humans looked to the Olympian gods, their souls were just livestock. So I didn't like that place, even though I used to yearn for it. "
Hao Ren thought that Hercules would immediately tell him about the divine artifact and Vivian, but the hero began to recall the past first. But then again, Hao Ren thought that Hercules must have a reason to tell him.
"What kind of group is the Olympian gods?" Hao Ren asked.
"Twisted and depressing. After living on that mountain for hundreds of years, I finally figured it out," Hercules said in a low voice. "At first, I was confused by the radiant appearance there, but slowly, I came into contact with the real side of the gods: they were like trapped beasts in a cage, or like lost children. They were confused, anxious, confused, and contradictory. On the one hand, they showed full authority and power to humans, but on the other hand, they were always worried about their own fate. They seemed to know when the end would come, and even the cause and effect of the end, but they could do nothing about it. Sometimes I wonder if it's because of this pressure that they're cruel to humans. They could not avoid the future that they would eventually face, but humans did not have to face this fate. Humans would one day build a new kingdom on the ruins of Olympus, so they became violent and angry … "
"Zeus knew that Mount Olympus would eventually be destroyed?" Hao Ren raised his eyebrows. "Did he ever say what caused the destruction?"
"He said that sooner or later it would be destroyed, whatever the reason, because in this world, apart from the human beings in the soil, all intelligent beings were but poor prisoners exiled to this place, and the sentence of death had already fallen upon the heads of these prisoners, and the day of execution would come one day, in whatever form it took. Few people knew these secrets, basically limited to the twelve gods. But in addition, demigods like us were also qualified to know. My father seemed to think that this disaster would only befall the pure-blooded Olympians, and those of us who were half-human … would be spared. Now that I think about it, the countless mixed-blood descendants of the Olympian gods may have been secretly arranged by my father, using the mortal blood to escape the disaster and using the Olympian blood to continue the legacy. "
Hercules told Hao Ren everything he knew. Hao Ren could not help but twitch his eyebrows when he heard it.
This seemingly groundless speculation might be possible. Based on Zeus's limited knowledge of the Sin of the Divine Blood, he might have thought of avoiding or weakening the sin by creating a large number of mixed-blood descendants.
His method was not without effect. The descendants of the otherworldlings did have a certain degree of resistance to the innate hostility, but it was ultimately useless. The demon hunters were too deeply affected by the Godslayer, and they would not stop hunting just because the target was a mixed-blood.
"What role does Vivian play in Mount Olympus?" Hao Ren asked curiously. This was the key to the problem.
"She? She plays an important role in almost all the pantheons. "Hercules crossed his arms over his chest." She is the only one who has no innate hostility to any race, and no race can be too hostile to her. She has fought countless opponents, including the demon hunters and otherworldlings. But have you ever heard of anyone who has a grudge against her? "
Hao Ren thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Because she is the balance point, the only hope to avert the disaster. My father once said that all the exiles in the world have committed the same great sin, that is, they have angered the power that created the universe, and this great power has left the sinners the only way to redemption, which is to seek the forgiveness of the Pardoner. Vivian? Ancestor is the Pardoner. Her mission in this world is to forgive sinners, but she does not forgive everyone, and she does not know her mission. My father knew this secret, so he intended to make friends with the ancient Blood Clan, hoping to get the precious pardon. But now it seems that no one has been pardoned. "
Hao Ren found that there was a discrepancy between the information obtained from Hercules and the evidence from the Ark of Origins.
According to the evidence in the Ark of Origins, the "pardon" had actually happened at the beginning. The moment the goddess of creation fell, she had completed the pardon of all races. It was the Ark of Origins and the space-time fortress of Yggdrasil that carried out the pardon. Vivian was just a guide. But in the eyes of Zeus, Vivian was the one who was responsible for the pardon. Hao Ren thought for a moment and thought that there was a problem with Zeus' information.
After all, Zeus did not know the existence of the Ark of Origins.
With this conclusion in mind, Hao Ren looked at Hercules. "So what about the divine artifact? Why does it have the power of Vivian? "
"Because it is Vivian? Ancestor made it herself. Of course, I am afraid the person involved has forgotten about it. "
This time, Hao Ren was really stunned. He froze for a full minute before he uttered a few syllables. "She did it? Didn't you say that you got the core in the divine artifact by chance? "
"Yes, the core was indeed found by my father in a weird cave at the bottom of Tartarus, but we had no time to learn anything about it. When Athena just put the core on the experiment table, the Countess suddenly appeared in front of us. I happened to be there, so I still remember the situation at that time. Her eyes became bloodshot, and she seemed to be in a daze. She used a rare violent means to knock all the guards away and forced her way in. Then she demanded that we hand over the core."
Hao Ren swallowed his saliva. "You handed it over?"
"She took it away," Hercules laughed. "The power of the Countess is very strange. Sometimes she is very weak, and sometimes she is very powerful. She was very powerful that day. Ares was knocked down to the foot of Olympus in three moves, and Apollo was knocked unconscious on the spot. Then my father came in a hurry and asked us not to stop her. So the Countess took the core away. Three days later, she came back and gave us a wand. She said that the core was sealed in the wand, so the wand could produce a steady stream of powerful magic. This was the only safe way to dispose of the core. After handing us the wand, she left, and there was no news of her for a century. "
Hao Ren immediately thought that Vivian must have ushered in her cycle of hibernation.
If what Hercules said was true, then Vivian's hibernation was obviously different from the previous ones.
"Hathaway didn't tell me this detail," Hao Ren muttered.
"Because I didn't tell her this," Hercules said.
"It seems that Vivian already knew the danger of the core of the wand. But since it is such a dangerous thing, why did she hand it over to you?" Hao Ren suddenly felt a little puzzled. "Couldn't she have kept it for herself?"
"I don't know," Hercules spread out his hand. "Athena had thought about the same question. She said that the only answer was that the Countess could not hold the wand herself. When the wand was in her hands, it would be a hundred times more dangerous. If the wand was sealed somewhere, the energy fluctuations it leaked might attract the attention of other families. So it was better to hand the wand to the Olympians. My father valued his promises and would certainly take good care of this artifact. "
Of course, there was another possibility, Hao Ren thought. Perhaps Vivian was about to fall into hibernation, and she had no time to think of a better way to deal with it, so she had to hand the wand to the Olympians first.
"The wand did bring us great power." Hercules smiled bitterly and shook his head. "A century later, the Countess came to visit again, but she did not mention the wand again. My father guessed that she had forgotten about it, so he simply did not mention it to her again."
"Greed …"
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