Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 737 - 262: Blood Feast_3

Thus, when another aristocrat who had come to pay his respects stepped down, taking advantage of the gap before the next person stepped forward, Theseus couldn’t help but comment.

"...He seems enthusiastic, but there’s a hidden sting."

After a moment of silence, Demophon responded with some difficulty.

It was as if he was deep in thought, and the surrounding people, seeing the conversation between father and son, could not help but pause their steps momentarily.

"The majority of the Eryxis aristocracy has gathered here, yet not a single high-ranking Priest of the Goddess of agriculture has come."

"According to them, these Godhood Practitioners are busy conducting a grand ritual. It is said that a long time ago on this very day, the prince of Eryxis died during a Secret Rite, and the Goddess summoned Tripdolimos, establishing the Primordial Agricultural Church."

"From that day onward, it became a festival celebrating the Goddess’s descent, so their choice to be absent seems quite reasonable."

"Continue."

Nodding, Theseus’s smile grew even more radiant, gesturing for Demophon to continue.

In the past, he had always felt that as his successor, Demophon, although not bad on the path of Professionals, was not very responsive in many areas, but today, unexpectedly, he noticed these things.

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It seemed that frequently bringing him to witness things firsthand was the right move; with more exposure, one naturally understood to think deeper. Such results were indeed satisfying.

"...So, they’re expressing a different meaning."

Speaking more slowly, Demophon’s gaze swept through the great hall.

"The arrival of the aristocrats signifies their obedience to Athens in secular terms, while the attitude of the Godhood Practitioners shows their spiritual dissatisfaction."

"It also indicates that they have the support of deities."

"Although they are secular aristocrats, ever since the first Patriarch of the Church of Agriculture emerged from the House of Eryxis, the ties between the old city-state’s aristocracy and the church have been inseparably close."

"So they are perhaps hoping you will know when to fold or are gaining leverage for future negotiations."

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Clap, clap, clap—

Gently applauding, Theseus celebrated Demophon’s progress.

Theseus really hadn’t expected to be given such a surprise this time by him.

Seeing this, when war broke out, he could completely try to hand over the political affairs to him, which would save him a lot of trouble.

However, too much of a good thing is not good, and despite his joy, Theseus still corrected a mistake.

"You speak well, but you’re still missing a point."

"For instance, the ritual conducted by those Godhood Practitioners is by no means to celebrate some festival."

With a natural demeanor, Theseus spoke calmly, "Intimidation requires tangible evidence."

"To make others fear your sword, it’s not necessary to strike, but at least you must dare to draw it."

"So, it’s not a ritual for some festival, but a Divine Descending ceremony. Her Highness Demeter may descend today, or even before I leave, she might remain here."

"What?"

Clang—

As the cup collided with the tabletop, Demophon’s heartbeat couldn’t help but slow for a half-beat.

Taking a deep breath, Divine Descending... His father had actually mentioned Divine Descending?

"Father, if there really is a Divine Descending, aren’t we in great danger, considering that apart from you..."

"It’s no matter, the combat abilities of the Goddess of Agriculture are not as strong as you think; she can’t do much."

Shaking his head slightly, and seeing Demophon’s slightly changed complexion, Theseus reassured him.

He was, after all, a man who had had dealings with many deities, possessing some experience.

The Goddess of Agriculture, in charge of the growth of all things, most likely lacked significant combat power, probably far less than other gods.

"You won’t have any trouble, and in fact, we might not even come to blows... Oh? Do you feel it? It’s sooner than I thought; they’ve already begun."

Before his words could settle, an obscure wave of Divine Power already began to emanate from the edge of the sky.

And in almost an instant, Theseus recognized the source of that power.

This was the rite of Divine Descending, which would bring forth a fraction of a Deity’s Divine Power, a presence not allowed to exist in the Mortal Realm today.

Thus, the moment it appeared, it began to downgrade.

It descended to the level the world permitted, to a state where it could be harnessed, but this also meant that if not delicately controlled, the Divine Power would diffuse outwards.

Hence, Divine Descending was almost impossible to conceal; any being of a certain level could detect such fluctuations from a close distance.

As Divine Descending began, Theseus was not particularly concerned. He noted the subtle shift of expressions among those present; it seemed not everyone was privy to this event.

The highest-ranking individuals of Eryxis had left without notice, apparently fearing that he would lash out in a fit of anger.

However, this concern was entirely unnecessary; he would not act so impulsively…

Hum—

"Hmm?"

With a slight change in expression, Theseus keenly sensed an overlap in the waves of Divine Descending.

Not only Demeter? This dark force is... a Deity of the Underworld.

Legend has it that the daughter of the Goddess of Agriculture is the Queen of the Underworld, and now it seems the tales are true.

Nevertheless, it’s of no concern; he was prepared for this before he came. His mission would not be easy, but if it were only these, they were still not enough to make him back down.

As the seconds ticked by, the turmoil in the heavens seemed to be drawing to a close.

The avatars of five Divine Descending Deities, even though none were warrior-like Deities, made Theseus approach the matter with solemnity.

After all, the power of Divine Descending was the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm. What truly affected their strength was only because they couldn’t exert this force to its full or even twelvefold potential.

Fortunately, this was the limit. With only these five, Theseus believed he could still manage...

Hum—

"Crack—"

Subconsciously crushing the goblet, Theseus’s gaze turned icy.

"Father..."

"Prepare to leave."

Speaking calmly, although he realized there was a problem, Theseus did not panic.

The Divine Descending continued, and several other presences followed. But he did not understand why they would take such a step; after all, it was entirely unnecessary.

Coming for him? But this did not make sense. It was well known that after Theseus had defeated the incarnations of the Deities, he was not overwhelmed simply because the All Gods were not merciful.

A Divine Descending needed a vessel, and the time of Divine Descending was limited. Therefore, theoretically, the heroes of the Mortal Realm could solve the problem with the Drag Decision and Combat Movement.

Thus, the reason Theseus was still willing to engage in a fair and just duel rather than acting like an assassin was precisely to keep the intensity of the battle within bounds.

"No need to worry, although their numbers have increased significantly, the avatars of Divine Descending cannot stray too far from the ritual. And should their true forms enter the fray… they fear they may not return to Olympus."

One breath after another, but Theseus did not think they could restrain him at his peak condition.

But since you initiated this, don’t blame me.

"I still have hundreds of years in my life."

Resting his hand on his longsword, Theseus said calmly, "Since you could do such a thing."

"Then I shall ensure that, for these hundreds of years, no Deity enters the Mortal Realm."

The sword flashed, and blood stained the ground.

Since the People of Eryxis refused to talk to him, then they may all go to their death.