Chapter 406: Parricide

Since the creation of the world, four generations of human beings have been born.

In the first generation, human beings enjoyed the most perfect gift.

The star dew falling from the sky, the nectar emerging from the earth, the mixture of material and spirituality, and the blood of the gods, together created the golden age.

So although the golden generation cannot be immortal, they are born to live forever. Moreover, although the conflicts between the blood of the gods have caused them to lose some abilities of the descendants of the gods, they also make the golden humans have no "bloodline source".

Because the marks of their respective gods in the blood of the gods have been erased, only the purest original essence remains.

In the second generation, human beings are still born extraordinary.

Without the gifts of the gods and the gifts of all things in nature, the power from several ancient gods of creation still makes them extraordinary.

If there was no extraordinary road in that era, I am afraid that the human beings of the silver generation would also be strong, and even some powerful demigods would be born.

Perhaps this is the balance of fate. The human beings in the first two eras have the most powerful talents, but there is no way to move forward.

And it is precisely because of this transitional gift that their spirits are distorted in different directions.

When it came to the third generation, the bronze humans finally came into contact with extraordinary power for the first time, but they no longer had the talent of their ancestors.

For them, the threshold of legend was as difficult as ascending to heaven, and even until the flood destroyed the world, there was no real native fifth-level legend.

"But the fourth generation is different. You know, I personally prefer to call it the 'Heroic Age'."

"Because the people of this era have both more and more perfect extraordinary paths and outstanding talents, and such people are called heroes by mortals."

The 'string' of blood was held in the palm of Zeus. He was the original initiator of the spread of the descendants of the gods, and he easily held the chain in his palm.

Maybe one day in the future, this offspring who he has high hopes for will break it, but it doesn't matter. Because before that, Zeus will find new shackles.

"This is the God's descendant. They have the blood of God in their bodies, so the shackles that mortals find difficult to cross seem so easy for them. However, all the gifts of fate have to be paid for. This is a help, but also a confinement."

"When the God's descendants touch the realm of demigods, they either completely embrace the gift of the source of blood, or make greater efforts than ordinary people to try to eliminate this deep influence. But no matter which one they choose, before this influence is stripped away, they are destined to be influenced by their ancestors."

"This is the 'Heroic Age'. Every hero is an outstanding God's descendant, but their fight on earth is just an extension of the will of the gods. Even if there are occasionally a few people who understand and resist unwillingly, it is meaningless."

"After all, everything is always profit-seeking, and no one is sure that he can reach the peak at the beginning of life. When the blood of God is placed in front of him, who will refuse it?"

No one will refuse, at least Hercules didn't. This God's descendant, who was born extraordinary, could strangle a venomous snake when he was just born, which is a symbol of the activeness of his God's blood.

So when Zeus passed the influence along the invisible string, there was almost no obstruction in the middle.

It was almost visible to the naked eye that the tall young man in animal skins in the distance had a dazed look in his eyes.

"Get ready." Zeus said with a smile: "It's your turn to play in a while."

...

Snap——

Waving a long whip, under the Cithaeron Mountains, the young Hercules was driving his flock.

This is his daily work and also a unique way of exercise for him. As for what to exercise specifically... it is mainly to ensure the safety of the flock.

It's just not to prevent them from being eaten by wild beasts, but to prevent themselves from accidentally killing them.

"Hu——"

"My strength has increased again, what a trouble."

Leaning on a stone, Hercules let out a long breath.

Just this morning, he suddenly felt that his energy was more vigorous, but he didn't think it was a good thing.

Because it was not the first time that the young man had experienced it. As expected, this was another increase in his strength.

From childhood to adulthood, this sudden leap in strength has happened more than once. It brought Hercules a lot of benefits, but more troubles.

When he was still a baby, he accidentally hurt a servant because of this, and after learning to walk, he destroyed furniture and books more than once.

When he was a teenager, Hercules subconsciously fought back because of the violent beating of his teacher who taught him writing, but he failed to control his strength and killed the other party on the spot.

Even though the fair judge later believed that the self-defense was not guilty and that it was a reasonable counterattack against the teacher with corrupt morals, he was still assigned to this remote place to herd sheep.

In order to prevent similar things from happening again, Hercules' mother assigned him a task, which was to drive the sheep with a whip but not to hurt the sheep.

Injuring but not killing is not difficult for ordinary people. After all, it is not easy to whip a large animal to death with a whip, but it is really a challenge for Hercules.

Especially after each increase in strength, he must be cautious, for fear that he will make mistakes again accidentally.

“Too much power without being able to control it is like suddenly becoming a monarch without knowing how to govern a country.”

"At this time, a wise king should learn to learn more, listen more, speak less and act less, while a wise hero should restrain his behavior and find capable people to hone his martial arts."

"But I can't find anyone who can teach me martial arts, because even if they use brute force, they will probably be killed by me while teaching me."

Despite his youth, Hercules was still extremely intelligent. He knew what he needed, but reality did not provide him with this condition.

Years of restraint kept a fire in the young man's heart, but he had nowhere to release it.

On this grassland, only the eyeless beasts could let him vent his frustration.

"Um?"

With a sharp look in his eyes, Heracles suddenly turned over from the stone.

Beyond the flock, at the end of his line of sight, he could vaguely see three black dots.

That's...that's a wild wolf. Except for the first year of coming here, it has been a long time since any wolf pack dared to approach him without being discerning.

This was probably a wild wolf that had migrated from a distant place and was expelled from the pack.

"Okay... let's eat wolf meat today."

Picking up the bow and arrow beside him, Hercules aimed it from a distance, and then put it down again at the next moment.

He took out two more arrows and put them on the bow along with the first one.

The heartbeat gradually accelerated, even if no one taught him, when Heracles concentrated his mind, some silver thunder and lightning gradually wrapped around the top of the arrow.

Vaguely, Hercules realized that the wild wolves seemed to have seen his movements, but instead of running away, they raised their paws to challenge him.

"A beast will be a beast...suffer death."

As soon as his fingers loosened, three sharp arrows shot through the air.

On the grassland in the distance, three 'wild wolves' fell to the ground.

But what Hercules found a little strange was that when the arrows were shot, two of the wolves showed signs of trying to avoid them. This is normal. Although they are destined to be unable to avoid it, this instinct is something that no one can refuse.

But the last one is different. Why hasn't it escaped?

There was something strange in my heart, and there was an unknown dullness.

Anxiety welled up in his heart, Heracles put down his bow and arrow and shook his head.

No matter why, now it's time for him to collect the spoils of war... How can anyone understand the behavior of a beast?

…

Whoosh——

Whoosh——

Whoosh——

The three arrows were fired at the same time, like a single shot, and then hit simultaneously.

Without professional training or excellent bows and arrows, he was able to reach this point just by his own exploration. Even Zeus couldn't help but cheer in a low voice.

"good."

"With such a talent, maybe he can develop archery skills comparable to Apollo's in the human world."

"Perhaps I should ask the Cyclops (Cyclops) to build a special set of bows and arrows for him later. Mortal weapons are simply not worthy of his strength."

Without taking another glance at the three corpses lying on the ground in the distance, Zeus only had Hercules in his eyes.

Sure enough, his judgment was right.

Whether Theseus or the sea nymph Thetis gave birth to a son who was 'more powerful than his father' according to the prophecy after the Feast of the Golden Apples, they were nothing more than that.

Maybe they can surpass Hercules at this time after various trainings, or some special opportunities, but this young man is still an unpolished jade, which can shine brightly as long as it is properly carved.

Only such a person can help him do things that he has wanted to do for a long time but has been unable to do, such as seeing what his good brother Hades is secretly doing, or seeing what is going on in the legendary abyss. what happened.

The goal of the gods is too big, but if it is a mortal with power comparable to the gods, it will be very different.

"Your Majesty, I think you should be careful."

With a hesitant look on his face, Zeferos on the side naturally saw Hercules' talent.

But compared to Zeus, he was a little worried.

He already knew what Zeus had called him to do, and he would be Heracles' 'guide' in the future. Because the time was advanced, Zeus's original plan was also disrupted. There would be no king to issue orders to the son of the god king, but a god could also replace this identity.

However, Zeferos actually didn't want to play. After all, if the opponent discovered something in the future, and Heracles grew up and found no opponent in the world, wouldn't he be the first to be unlucky?

But Zeus didn't care about the oblique reminder from the God of West Wind.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay."

"Zeferos, you have to understand that my arrangements for him are definitely much more than you think."

With a slight wave of his hand, Zeus signaled his loyal servant not to worry, and Zeferos had no choice but to accept his orders respectfully.

So the two of them continued to stand here, looking at Hercules who kept approaching the corpse.

As time passed, the influence from the God King's bloodline gradually faded.

Hercules' expression that gradually became confused and disbelieving was clearly visible in front of the God King, and every change in his emotions was caught in the eyes of Zeus.

Until a certain moment, he saw the young man rushing forward like crazy. On this empty grassland, a sudden and shrill roar penetrated the clouds and wandered between heaven and earth.

Huge power swept across the grassland in an instant, and the original flock of sheep turned into blood mist in an instant.

Birds in the sky, beasts on the ground, and all life within a thousand miles felt the invisible oppression at this moment. And all of this came from the crazy and desperate spirit of that young man.

"Ah————"

"Ah——————!"

"No!"

Boom——!

The earth was shaking, as if the gods were hammering the ground. The physical strength that erupted at this moment made Zeus feel a little frightened.

The power of the gods is above the mortal world, but their bodies may not be. Especially the new generation of gods after the first generation of Titans, whether it is those powerful demons or ancient giants, their bodies are far inferior.

But at this moment, as a mortal, Hercules' body can do this in anger. If he can continue to grow, Zeus suspects that he may really be able to wrestle with the giants and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Titans.

"Oh, I still underestimated him. I never thought that a hybrid of gods and humans, even though he has no divine power, can achieve this with his pure physical strength. This is simply a gift from God."

Somewhat sighing, Zeus didn't know that in the myths circulated in later generations, there were only two kinds of demigod heroes in Chaos. One was called Hercules, and the other was called Others.

But at this moment, the extraordinary qualifications of this young man really made him admire him. Such a sharp weapon is really perfect beyond imagination.

"Come, Zephyrus."

Gently reaching out his hand, three points of light floated from afar and appeared in Zeus's hand.

This is the soul of the three dead just now, and it is also the last trace they left in the world.

As a 'God King', although Zeus did this for the first time, he still felt that the birth of his inspiration at that time was so smooth, as if he had God's help.

"You know what to do."

"...Of course, Your Majesty."

With an unchanged expression, the God of the West Wind looked at the three souls.

"As the main god of Olympus and the god of wind, I like to transform into an invisible air current and wander between mountains and rivers."

"That's what happened today. I unexpectedly discovered a demigod who couldn't control his power. He committed the crime of patricide in his madness, which is a crime that no god or man can tolerate."

"The heinous crime can only be erased by equally amazing achievements. And I will arrange some simpler training for him first to stimulate his potential and strength."

"Very good, you always make me feel at ease."

Nodding slightly, the God King also glanced at the soul in his palm.

No matter as his great-granddaughter or lover, no one would object to him detaining such a soul.

And Alcmene's soul is the new shackles on Hercules.