Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 863 - 342: Bloodline

Splish-splash…

Screech—!

…

In the center of the East Sea, waves surged immensely.

Billions of tons of seawater flowed from south to north ceaselessly, and waves higher than one hundred meters were common.

They weren't far from the Sea Eye; even the wounds pounded into the ocean were affecting this area.

If their vision were infinitely raised, one might see a giant clockwise vortex, tirelessly swallowing everything, night and day.

This place was at its very edge, the last chance for those lost to escape.

Once further forward, no mortal's ship could escape the Sea Eye.

It was like a black hole, endlessly devouring all of the universe.

Screech—!

Above in the sky, amidst the clouds.

With a resounding cry that pierced the heavens, an almost imperceptible black dot patrolled its territory.

Its wings fluttered, whipping up towering hurricanes.

Under the Divine Eagle's sharp gaze, no life could escape.

But this was meaningless to Heracles, as he had never intended to flee.

Boom——!

With a loud noise, the sea surface exploded into a void, and the great hero, clad in beast skins, leapt out from it.

Looking up at the fading black dot in the sky, Heracles rallied the qi and blood around his body.

His strong will turned his strength into a spear pointing remotely at the demon in the sky.

Had he a choice, Heracles would not wish to battle the Caucasus Divine Eagle.

Unlike the Sea Monsters and the Nine-Headed Serpent Monster, this sovereign of the skies seemed to disregard humans.

On Earth, it shrieked atop the peaks; at sea, it loved to battle around the Sea Eye.

Should the creature retreat out of fear of his aura, the great hero had no intention of pursuing.

For a moment, it was as if the local ocean waves froze in time, the two beings in the sky and on the sea locking gazes.

In that brief moment, Heracles thought he saw a mix of anger and joy in the eyes of the eagle.

But everything was so fleeting; the next moment, the storm-wielding demon dove from the sky, vehemently attacking the great hero.

Clearly, the Caucasus Divine Eagle had no intention of giving way.

For this 'invader' who dared enter its territory, it launched an attack without hesitation.

"Caucasus Divine Eagle, I did not wish to be your enemy."

"But this place does not belong to you... If you insist on using force to prevent me from meeting the ruler here, then I must achieve my goal by force."

Rising to his call, Heracles didn't know if the creature had the intelligence to understand his words, but he still clarified his stance as if facing an opponent.

However, the Divine Eagle did not stop... in the next instant, it swooped down like a black lightning bolt through the heavens.

Between the sky and the great sea, the demon's sharp claws collided with the hero's iron rod.

…

Boom——!

Screech——!

Waves were lifted and fell like rain.

The sun descended from the sky, and the Moon took its place, illuminating the vast ocean.

With another swing of his weapon, Heracles slammed the black-feathered, golden-eyed Divine Eagle into the sea.

Unlike the demons he faced before, this time, the great hero encountered no trouble.

A simple fight, no fancy clashes, just a battle of strength against strength... and in this regard, Heracles's superiority was indisputable.

In later myths, as the only mortal who defeated God-King Zeus in hand-to-hand combat, few could surpass him in sheer strength.

The Caucasus Divine Eagle could not, and so it was doomed not to succeed.

However, standing on the waves of the great sea, although the fight was going smoothly, the great hero felt no joy.

Because this battle did not feel like a true fight; from beginning to end, the demon capable of controlling storms did not use its advantages.

It did not rely on speed to maneuver, nor did it take advantage of the sky.

As the king of birds in strength, it fought like a beast, engaging in a bloody battle with the great hero.

Splish-splash—

"Screech—!"

A sharp cry, then it leaped out of the waves.

One wing of the Divine Eagle was broken, but its golden eyes showed no fear.

The black lightning charged at Heracles, but this time the great hero did not swing his rod to meet it.

He extended his right hand and in a flash, grabbed the soaring shadow.

The eagle's beak pierced his palm, blood flowing down.

But Heracles paid it no mind; he just looked at the already exhausted Divine Eagle and asked the question in his heart.

"Caucasus Divine Eagle, I had no intention of being your enemy."

"If you want to leave, I couldn't possibly hold you."

"So what drives you to fight me to the death… Could it be that there is something here that is critical to you?"

The outcome is the outcome, the process is the process.

Locking eyes with the Divine Eagle's golden vertical pupils, Heracles did not shift his gaze.

After a long while, the struggle in his palm gradually subsided.

The great hero hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened his hand.

"… Son of Zeus, do you also understand honor and dignity?"

"What did you say?"

His eyes widened, Heracles's breath paused.

But at that moment, the previously calm Caucasus Divine Eagle suddenly flapped its wings.

Black storms swirled between its wings, and the blood-colored flames burned upon it.

The demon did not seize this opportunity to launch a surprise attack but returned to the sky, circling above the hero on the sea.

"What did you just say, who is Zeus's son, is it me?"

Unconcerned with breaking free, Heracles merely shouted aloud.

He knew he was a demigod, but he had never known who his father was.

As a descendant of Chaos, there were as many demigods as hairs on a cow, and it was not unheard of for some deities' descendants to surpass their ancestors generations later.

Thus, the great hero had never doubted his lineage until this moment when he heard this unfamiliar title.

"Hahaha, Zeus's son, do you actually not know who your father is?"

"Are you also deceiving me, or is that cunning and despicable Divine King plotting some other conspiracy?"

"But whether you truly do not know, or merely inherited your father's hypocrisy, human, I must tell you—"

Whoosh—

With its tattered wings spread wide, the black storm grew fiercer, as if a hundred-headed dragon-serpent had returned to the world.

The Divine Eagle laughed wildly; it looked at the hero enveloped by the aura of more than one slain Great Demon, then charged into the sky, diving down again.

"The offspring of the King of All Monsters will never flee before Zeus's bloodline, just like those who have fallen at your hand, today... only you die, or I perish!"

Boom—!

Beneath the black wind, the great hero was forced to counterattack.

Like a meteor striking the ocean, waves spread boundlessly.

Above the sea, a giant surge arose once more.

...

After a long time, the moon was about to leave the sky.

As this sea area gradually returned to its earlier state, a dark figure surfaced underwater and eventually reached the surface.

The enormous alchemy ship vibrated slightly, then an opening large enough for one person appeared above it.

"...Heracles, are you alright?"

Calling softly, Olymus climbed out of the opened skylight.

He looked at the great hero on the sea and the body before him.

Since the Caucasus Divine Eagle had abandoned its greatest speed, death was an inevitable end for it.

But as it said itself, until the moment of death, it did not choose to flee.

"...I'm fine."

"Just tired from a tough battle."

Turning his back to Olymus, Heracles nodded and reached for the last intact part of the Divine Eagle.

The blood-colored flames had exhausted its blood, and its bones and feathers had also been destroyed in repeated collisions.

The Caucasus Divine Eagle only had its brain left intact, and what the great hero took were its pair of golden vertical pupils.

With the demon dead, its remaining mystic powers seemed to be concentrated here.

Holding it in his hand, Heracles could see through illusions and discern the truth.

"Olymus, I have a question for you."

Turning around and striding back inside the ship, the great hero returned to the vessel.

As for the shattered body of the Divine Eagle, he planned to find the mountain range known as Caucasus later and bury it.

There was no enmity between them, except, if at all, that which came from his father whom he had never met.

"Olymus, in your memory, in your earlier experiences, did you learn about the offspring of the Divine King?"

"Of course."

Although Olymus did not know why Heracles asked such a question, matters related to Zeus were widespread in the realm of Chaos.

Just what he had heard could fill a shelf of leather scrolls.

"Heracles, you know."

"In the Mortal World, all the famous monarchs and heroes are of the deity's bloodline, only the wizards, who stole knowledge and strength from the hands of the gods, are not."

"And the Divine King is the chief among all gods, so his lineage is the most powerful."

"Thus, from ancient times, no child of the Divine King has failed to make a great name in the mortal realm."

"The most widely known today, Lord Perseus of Perseus, is one of them."

"Why, why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"What about the heroes themselves?"

Without answering, Heracles asked again.

"Like how they came into this world and how they grew up."

"…Well, that's quite a tale."

Recalling briefly, Olymus summarized:

"Every hero has their own story, but if you want a common theme, there are some similarities."

"Like the story always begins with the Divine King favoring a certain princess, queen, and the story's middle is the Divine King's offspring establishing their deeds under the guidance and training of all gods, or they conceived dark thoughts, desecrating the deities, thinking they could stand shoulder to shoulder with gods."

"The former naturally ends well, Perseus of Perseus hence ascended to heaven, was granted eternal divinity, and should still be alive today."

"The latter, however, were punished, as a warning to the kingdoms of the mortal realm."

"As for the fates of those princesses and queens... some died young, and some were never heard from again."

"These... are what I know."

"…Is that so... thank you very much."

After a moment of silence, Heracles expressed his thanks.

Olymus waved his hand, indicating these were just stories that had been passed down.

But since they had dealt with the Caucasus Divine Eagle, it was time for the ship to set off again.

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After all, it wouldn't be long before they entered the 'escape range' of the Sea Eye, and even if they did nothing, the group would uncontrollably slide toward that abyss.

"Yes, you're right; it's time we departed."

"Legend has it that the Bronze Creator is a sage among the gods; who knows if the rumor is true."

With a rumble, the giant alchemy ship once again sank into the sea depths.

Their journey to the East Sea was finally about to reach its destination.