Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 879 - 354 Helen_2
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“Once I eliminate you along with the brutal Spartan royal family, the people here will thank me—unless they are your allies.”
“Now, let it begin with you.”
A wisp of light drew out from the tip of the wand, and under Paris’s will, reality was altered before the mind.
The soil on both banks transformed into chains, binding towards the River God, with a faint blue light darting back and forth within them.
Despite struggling with all his might, Olotas was eventually locked tightly on the water’s surface under the powerful force of the wand.
With a triumphant smile, Paris stepped closer to the River God.
“Deities are no more than this.”
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“Having conquered death, what in this world can possibly thwart me?”
“Destiny couldn’t kill me, so how can you hope to win against me?”
“Mmm-mmm—”
With his mouth sealed, the River God could not speak, but the prince could still see the anger in his eyes.
Yet what does it matter? In the face of absolute strength, your resistance only amuses me as a joke.
“You… come here.”
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With a wave of the wand, Paris unexpectedly spotted a silhouette.
It was a woman of striking appearance, seemingly around thirty years old.
Judging by her fair skin, she was likely an aristocrat from nearby.
Ha, I thought Spartan daughters were all extraordinarily brave, but it seems there are exceptions… Raising his hand to beckon her from afar, the prince casually commanded,
“Tell me, what’s your name?”
“Hmm… never mind, it’s not important.”
“The important thing is that this evil River God is finally defeated by me; from now on, you no longer need to pass the bridges he built.”
“From today onward, you can cross over the bridge I shall construct, no one will demand anything of you… and you, you shall be the witness to it all.”
With a slight curl of his lip, the prince seemed to recall something after speaking.
He immediately pointed the tip of his wand towards the water’s surface.
The next moment, three waves rose from the river and surged towards the distance.
This River God apparently built three bridges, each at the entrance of a path.
But now that I have my own, those have become unnecessary.
“Remember, this was accomplished by Paris, who conquered Destined Death, and his journey was to save the most beautiful Helen in the mortal realm… This is my gift to her, and you, you shall let my story flow through this land.”
“Do you understand?”
“…”
Held by invisible force, the woman glanced at the still struggling River God and slowly nodded.
“My name is—”
“That’s not important.”
Interrupting the woman’s introduction, Paris sternly pondered for a moment.
He then waved his wand again, causing the earth beside the river to crack open.
In the next instant, the River God Olotas sank into the ‘mmm-mmm’ sounds, and the crack closed under the prince’s will.
Having done all this, Paris nodded in satisfaction, then lightly tapped the woman’s forehead with the tip of the wand.
A flash of light passed by, as if something had been left on her.
Retracting his right hand, the prince explained with a smile,
“… All right, as you have seen, the evil River God received what he deserved, and what I just bestowed on you is merely an ordinary curse.”
“Hmm… just like the tales told among humans, every sorcerer is proficient at this.”
“So you know, if you fail to spread my deeds, the curse will kill you.”
“I think, you wouldn’t be so foolish, right?”
“… I understand.”
“Additionally, I am—”
“Enough, it’s not important.”
“Now, go do what you must.”
“Hahaha…”
Waving his hand to interrupt, Paris laughed loudly, feeling exceedingly pleased.
He waved his wand and soared into the sky, flying towards the city on the other side of the river.
Having once more validated his strength with a regional deity, Paris was now impatient to see Helen.
Compared to his beloved, though this Spartan woman was very beautiful, for some reason, the prince didn’t want to see her at all.
“…”
As he left carried by the rushing winds, Paris’s figure soon disappeared beyond the horizon.
And on the stone bridge built by his power, the woman stood silent.
After a long time, the woman stepped off the bridge and went to the place where the River God Olotas was buried.
