Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"Heracles, you fake believer, you've conspired with those blasphemous Alchemists, stealing the radiance that rightfully belongs only to the Deities!"

The expression of the Golden-armored Hero panicked for a moment, then as if realizing something, he suddenly understood.

Yes, since that silver shuttle was used first, the opponent must have also resorted to similar despicable means.

But now, it's unlikely that he can defeat him. Even in the best case, he could only report it higher up, to have a truly powerful being suppress him...

Boom—!

Crack—

Crackling—

...

Many thoughts passed through the mind of the Golden-armored Hero, but in the next instant, Heracles's fourth punch thunderously arrived.

In an instant, the colossal zodiacal phantom seemed to pause for a moment, then amidst a loud noise shattered into pieces, turning into a sky full of stardust.

Bang—

Thud, thud—

...

In an instant, countless muffled sounds spread throughout the star space, and as the Southern Fish phantom shattered, the Heroic Spirits forming it also fragmented their Spiritual Bodies.

Striding forward through the star dust, Heracles stepped up in front of the Golden-armored Hero.

With a composed demeanor, what seemed to the Great Hero like a trivial fight didn't compare to those Great Demons rampaging through the Mortal Realm. Although the combined power of the Heroic Spirits was remarkable, in his view, it seemed 'large but misguided'.

The only thing that surprised him was that he was not met with frightened eyes as he crossed the scattered stardust, but only anger and pride.

"Mortal, this time you win, but I haven't lost."

Raising his long spear, the Heroic Spirit body of the Golden-armored Hero burned with transparent Flames.

He had realized that he couldn't monopolize this unexpected opportunity, but being the first to discover it, anyone who benefited from it would inevitably share a part with him.

"Heracles, the All Gods granted Heroic Spirits Undying strength. Even if you kill me, I will only be reborn in the Hall of Valor."

"Don't delude yourself into thinking you can conceal your actions, it won't be long before you pay a bloody price for this. No matter where you run, you can't escape!"

As his voice fell, the Golden-armored Hero charged forward, raising his long spear.

Facing him, the Great Hero simply extended his right hand, easily catching the blade of the spear.

"Mortal?"

Holding his opponent's weapon, the Great Hero repeated the word.

"You think I am a mortal, then what are you?"

"Not human... are you then a God?"

"..."

Without any reply, but seeing the Golden-armored Hero's face flush with effort and eyes filled with rage, Heracles felt somewhat uninterested.

If this is what a heavenly hero is like, no wonder the demons have brazenly roamed the Mortal Realm for centuries.

Crack—

"I don't need you to come find me, just tell me where your leader is, I will seek him out myself."

Nonchalantly breaking the long spear, the Great Hero asked.

"Perfect, I have a promise to fulfill on him."

"There, I'll be waiting for you to come and meet your death."

With a cold laugh, the Golden-armored Hero readily pointed out the direction to Heracles.

Nodding slightly, having got the answer, the Great Hero watched the last Heroic Spirit body in front of him turn into fragments.

Approaching proactively, this decision wasn't impulsively made, but the result of serious consideration.

Previously, Dionysus had mentioned the starry sky to him. While it's true that because of the Divine King's gift, [Hall of Valor], the followers of Olympian Gods often ascend to become Heroic Spirits, the actual rulers of the Zodiacal Star Domain have always been the God of Stars and Athena, the Principal Goddess.

During most times when the Bloody Sun doesn't rage, this place is overseen by the Goddess's Divine Artifact, Victory Goddess Nike, stationed in the star space.

Without truly powerful deities presiding, this abode of Heroic Spirits could hardly be considered a den of dragons and tigers.

However, aside from that, Heracles had another concern - he wasn't the only one here.

It was acceptable for others; either they were former Titans or individuals directly sent by the Principal God of Olympus, but though Amon had some abilities, as a mortal, could he withstand the ensuing troubles?

"Do not worry about me, Heracles, I will be alright. Although the old man is not in good shape, we still have new friends."

"Mr. Dionysus seems capable of fighting; he can ensure our safety—right?"

Turning his head towards the black-haired young man beside him, Amon smiled sincerely.

And facing this enthusiastic new friend, the Son of Divine King nodded affirmatively.

The existence of the [Hall of Valor] was naturally known to him; the God-King of the Otherworld once gathered the souls of fallen heroes, allowing them to drink Nectar, battle day and night, and hone their martial skills in it.

As long as external forces did not exceed a certain limit, this ancient Divine Artifact could not only resurrect the souls of fallen warriors but also nurture their essence and refine their spiritual bodies.

Though Dionysus did not understand content related to the Otherworld, he was sure that if the [Fallen Corona]—a contamination from an Outer God—could subtly affect the souls of Heroic Spirits, then Heracles' fists likely weren't as formidable.

Thus, no matter what he intended to do, there was no reason for him to stop him.

"Yes, Heracles, go ahead with confidence."

"I am here, there won't be any problems."

"Alright."

Answering in a deep voice, Heracles looked at his companions one by one, then turned towards the direction indicated by the Golden-armored Hero previously.

Behind the Great Hero, Amon waved his hand, his face breaking into a broad smile.

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In early spring, all things come to life.

The supreme celestial bodies in the starry sky had long been sealed, yet they still moved along their ancient trajectories in the sky.

As March began, the Blood Sun's blockade gradually entered the twelfth region of the Zodiacal Star Domain. As guards against the Evil Creatures seeping out of the seal's fissures, the abode bearing a type of Heroic Spirit—the [Hall of Valor]—also shifted along with them.

In the vast, profound starry sky, palaces cast from gold floated among the scattered celestial bodies.

Silhouettes wrapped in silver light moved in and out, seemingly conveying certain orders.

In the depths of the palace, a slender figure in light battle armor sat upright. Before her, several presences emanating faint Divine Power fluctuations were narrating something.

From afar, this seemed like a diligent leader earnestly listening to the reports of her subordinates.

But upon a closer approach, one would notice the unfocused gaze of the figure in the lead.

Undoubtedly, she seemed to be listening; in reality, she hardly knew what she was thinking about.

Yet, due to the vast disparity in strength, those reporting before her never realized her distraction.

"...Your Highness, that is roughly the situation."

"The God of Heavenly Father has warned us again not to enter his Domain, although there is already a significant distance between us; in fact, it really isn't our doing."

"As for how exactly to respond, we await Your instructions."

The lengthy reports gradually drew to a close, and the reporting God of Stars finally stopped.

Looking up at the figure enveloped in a hazy halo, feeling that imposing and dignified aura, only reverence filled the eyes of the God of Stars.

This palace floating in the star space was not the [Hall of Valor], for though the real [Hall of Valor] was called a 'hall', its essence could actually be anything in the world.

It's not a building or a physical entity, but merely as the God-King of the Alien Realm once entertained the souls of the heroic warriors from the Mortal Realm within a palace, it hence received such a moniker for a palace.

In the current Zodiacal Star Domain, the [Hall of Valor] actually exists in another form on the battlefield at the seal's fissure.

As for here, this is merely a simple temple consecrated to the Spear of Voktor. A few territorial gods stay here, conveying divinity's will.

"...Hmm...I understand."

"This matter I will handle; you need not worry about it."

After a while, the Goddess atop the high seat returned from her trance.

Reining in her scattered thoughts, she casually