Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 1203 - 517: Killing Intent (Part 2)

"Hmm... probably so."

Not very certain, but since there was no extra feedback from the divine side, Laine didn’t pay much attention.

After all, it is the other party currently wielding the power, and if He has no objections, then there is no problem.

Even if there were, it probably wouldn’t affect him personally.

...

Chaos, Mortal Realm.

The perspectives of gods and humans have always been different, just as in the eyes of All Gods, before the Divine King’s true body fully steps out of Asgard, the situation in the world can be considered stable.

Although mortals fall like wheat, countless lives bleed on the Earth.

On the ocean, endless natural disasters have no end, ravaged by undercurrents and thunderstorms.

But these matters have nothing to do with them and do not affect their lives.

Even those few rushing to battlefields have gradually become accustomed to this ’low-intensity’ war.

Anyway, as long as they are cautious, those powerful humans won’t bother chasing these deities, destined never to be completely killed.

In spare moments, they even treat it as a joke, betting on the number of casualties on the battlefield rather than actual dead lives.

"...There is nothing wrong with this; you must know the world never lacks humans."

"Even if ten thousand die in a day, continuously day and night, they won’t finish dying."

"Since so, why should you care?"

Above a certain military camp, the South Wind God had an indifferent expression.

His body was splattered with some dark red chaotic bloodstains, which turned crusty when dried.

Bothering to clean up, Notus felt he was starting to like this feeling a bit.

In the Divine Court, he was a subordinate of the God of West Wind.

In the mortal faith, he wasn’t qualified to preach independently, only able to follow Zephyrus’ church, gaining faith as a Sub-God.

But now, he was the only god in this battlefront, and no one could stand above him.

Pointing mountains and rivers, waving away all foes, was far better than before.

For a moment, in Notus’ heart, he even wished this war could last a bit longer.

Of course, wishful thinking is one thing; the South Wind God definitely wouldn’t voice such thoughts.

After all, the opinions of mortals could be ignored, but not those of gods. And the one before him clearly disliked this war.

"Lord Notus, I am not interested in whether humans will completely perish."

"Even if they won’t die out, I don’t like these bloody scenes."

Amidst her calm appearance, a trace of worry appeared, Aglaia gently shaking her head.

"You know, I am a Goddess of Grace; whether it is I or my two sisters, we don’t like war."

’But your Principal God likes it or at least needs it.’

Snark sneaking in, the South Wind God was indifferent.

Though he couldn’t remember whose Sub-God the Graces truly were, was it Hera or Aphrodite? Or did they obey any command, given their statues were once worshipped as Sub-Gods in the temples of those Principal Gods?

But no matter which one, they were one of the triggers of this war.

If it weren’t for the strife with Athena, there wouldn’t have been so many subsequent events... Forcing a smile, Notus helplessly shrugged.

"I don’t want this either, Lady Aglaia. But as you know, the beginning and end of this war are not up to me to decide."

"If you need anything else from me, I will try my best to help."

"But in this matter, probably only His Majesty the Divine King has the power to change it."

"...You are right."

Knowing what the other said was not wrong, Aglaia fell silent for a moment, then merely frowned lightly, putting the matter aside for now.

She didn’t think she could change this situation; in fact, if the South Wind God hadn’t brought it up, the Goddess of Grace wouldn’t have wanted to discuss it.

Raising her hand slightly, she took out a common everyday item.

"Lord Notus, as you can see, let’s talk about business now."

"According to the message you sent back not long ago, did you finally find traces of Lady Hebe for Her Majesty the Heavenly Empress?"

"That’s right, exactly so."

Feeling the aura surrounding that everyday item, the South Wind God confirmed he hadn’t mistaken the identity.

"The auras are the same, only that Lady Hebe’s condition seems a bit off."

"If not for reconfirmation, judging from her behavior and demeanor that day, I might have thought she was just an ordinary human."

"That doesn’t matter... Where is she now?"

Getting straight to the point, Aglaia asked.

Notus didn’t hide anything, creating an illusion in the air, roughly marking Aglaia’s location.

"Should be here... but Lady Aglaia, I can only say she was here before."

"As for now, I am not clear."

Feeling briefly troubled, Notus didn’t show it.

What he didn’t tell Aglaia was the reason why he didn’t verify Hebe’s identity in detail upon discovery was because in that area, he sensed a somewhat familiar aura.

The God of Strength, Atlas, may have been there, or there was something containing his power.

But either way, it made Notus feel somewhat apprehensive.

Although, logically, the Sky Holder should not be able to leave the Western Heaven... But he wasn’t familiar with Hebe, so why take such unexplained risks.

"I see... I understand."

Whether or not she noticed the South Wind God’s concealment, Aglaia nodded.