Chapter 466 Siren and Origin
On the deserted sea, the tide ebbs and flows.
The sea water laps on the rocks above the water, making bursts of sounds.
Under the bright moon, the sea surface glowed with silver, and some shellfish were wrapped in snow-white waves.
They hit together and then turned into foam, covering the sea surface with a layer of white hair.
In such silence, the sea monster with a body and a fish tail was completely naked, with only a few shells scattered here and there.
She sang to the moon in the sky, and under that melodious singing voice, even the strongest hero would bend down for her.
"..."
"...the moon and the sky, the earth and the ocean..."
"...Come, our heroes, glorious and wise men."
"Please stop, stop and listen to our singing!"
"No ship can sail past the beautiful Siren, for the sea is so dangerous and infinite."
"Unless the helmsman listens to our beautiful river melodies, let the beautiful songs give you happiness and wisdom, and accompany you to sail safely."
"We know that in the wilderness of earth, the eternal gods prepare heroes on both sides for the hardships of life.
"We know the false glory that is poured out on the bones."
"Come, great hero."
"Our wisdom is like the sun and moon shining on the world, and we know all the wars and loves in the world."
"..."
The beauty sings under the moon, and the melodious voice echoes on the sea.
Even the greatest artist might be tempted to praise the wonders of creation if he ignored the fish's tail beneath him.
However, there is no audience here, only the sound of wind and waves are the bystanders.
They hover around this non-human existence, adding a touch of exotic style to the beauty.
Wow…
The singing was still there, but at a certain moment, the sea water suddenly surged.
The next moment, the hero holding the iron rod jumped out and looked at everything around him.
Apparently nothing in this sea is more eye-catching than a singing siren.
It was she who bewitched Oreus...and beyond that, Hercules had deeper feelings.
It was a kind of chill. Although he couldn't see it, his intuition told him that there was something lingering beside the siren.
They exude the coldness of despair and deep-seated resentment.
"Are you the Siren?"
Although he had made up his mind to get rid of this monster regardless of whether the other party was the sea monster mentioned by Oreus, Hercules still asked.
If you kill the wrong one...then you will have a chance to find the right one in the future, and then kill it too.
"……I am."
Seemingly finally noticing the visitor, the Siren stopped singing.
The tune that seemed to shake the soul stopped, but the siren's voice was still moving.
"Then who are you, the hero who slays demons?"
It's like sarcasm, but also like praise.
Under the siren's voice, even the most vicious words will become gentle.
However, all this seemed so insignificant in front of Hercules.
"Since you are, that's perfect."
"You kill people, I kill you, it's fair and just, it's natural."
Unaffected, the hero's blood began to boil.
He had nothing to say to the demon... However, the next moment, the siren's voice made him stop moving again.
"Fair and just... Maybe it's fair and just for you to kill Siren."
"But is it fair and just for you to kill Medusa?"
"Medusa?"
The movements of his hands paused. Hercules was no stranger to this name.
For the fourth generation of humans, the history of their birth has long been blurred, and only the content related to the gods has been passed down.
Their most well-known starting point is the legend of the great hero Perseus.
He is the son of Zeus and has made many immortal achievements under the guidance of the gods along the way.
He finally ascended to heaven and became immortal, and his descendants also became kings of various countries on earth.
For such a legendary figure, his deeds have been sung over and over again in the world.
As the most famous part of it, the death of the Gorgon Medusa is naturally one of them.
"Yes, Medusa."
"It was once my name, and it was mine until the coming of Perseus."
"And even if I don't have the immortality of my two sisters, as the son of the ancient sea god and the descendant of Phorcys, the wrath of the sea, Perseus is no match for me."
"Yet he had the help of the gods... who bestowed upon him the weapons of the gods, and I am but the embodiment of his legend."
With a long and moving voice, Siren calmly told his story.
No one knows why she was chosen as a victim in the first place, and why she, with her noble birth, became a tool for Perseus to establish his power.
Maybe someone wanted to warn the descendants of the ancient Poseidon, or maybe it was for other reasons.
In short, just one afternoon, I was wearing an invisibility helmet, armor and sword blessed by the God of War, stepping on flying shoes blessed by the God of Wind, and holding the indestructible Shield of Equis.
The young Perseus found the place where the three Gorgon sisters were hiding and decided to use their blood to prove his martial arts.
However, two of the three sisters, Stroro and Euryale, embraced immortality, and even artifacts could not kill them, except Medusa, who did not have it.
So even though she had the power to turn people to stone, with the help of the gods, she could not escape death in the end.
‘Escaped to a deserted place, to the other side of the river Oceanus that surrounds the earth and where it meets the night... His figure was reflected by Perseus' shield, his head was cut off by a diamond sword and put in a leather bag, and his dripping blood turned into a poisonous snake in the desert...’
The legend records it like this, praising the fame of the son of Zeus.
But until the moment of her death, Medusa unexpectedly discovered that although she did not have the immortal body of a god, this also led to the fact that her body and soul were not inseparable.
"I survived because of this, although in the form of a soul."
"As the daughter of Phorcys, the Wrath of the Sea, even if I die, I will not be as confused as the souls of mortals."
"My two sisters were heartbroken for my death, but soon they were overjoyed that I was alive again."
"But no one dared to let the news leak out, so we had to visit the river god Ekroes and pretend to be his children. From that day on, I lost the power of petrification after reshaping my body, but I also got the name of Siren."
The story of the Siren seems to have revealed a corner of the legend, and the glorious and great Perseus does not seem to be so righteous.
However, after hearing all this, Hercules was unmoved.
"Maybe you have indeed been treated unfairly, but this cannot cover up your crimes."
"Perseus killed you, is that your reason for taking action against other mortals?" "...Shouldn't this be right?
"Besides, I killed them not without reason, but to make them recognize the reality. "
Shaking her head slightly, the chill on Siren's body became stronger.
However, she didn't care and just continued to tell her story.
A descendant of God who lost his body naturally couldn't easily reshape his body.
Fortunately, the Gorgon sisters had a secret. During the battle of Typhon, they were lucky enough to obtain the blood of the King of Monsters.
At that time, they were afraid of the horror of the God King, and no one dared to touch this drop of blood left by the great existence, until the gods stretched out their butcher knives to them in the name of heroes.
With the help of the power of the King of Monsters, like the rest of the monsters, Medusa obtained a new body and magical power.
She was reborn with the help of the blood of God in the state of soul, so she had the singing that confused the living beings.
And it was from that day that Siren decided to take revenge on Perseus and the gods who caused her to fall to where she is today.
"The gods are so hypocritical, and the so-called heroes are so ridiculous."
"So I targeted the descendants of Perseus and the devout believers of the gods. "
"Every mortal who is lured by my singing, I will wake them up in the end."
"I will give them a chance, as long as they denounce the incompetence of the gods and are willing to give up their beliefs."
"As long as they do this, they can survive. As for those who are unwilling, I will restrain their souls on my left and right, let them feel pain day and night, and then die in despair."
The tone gradually rose, and the Siren opened her arms.
At this moment, Hercules saw the source of the coldness around her.
They were tortured souls, and without exception, they were all devout believers of the gods when they were alive.
"If their gods come to save them, it proves that I am wrong."
"But the fact is that hundreds of years have passed, and no one has ever cared about their life or death. "
Things became much clearer, and Hercules finally realized a problem.
Since the singing of the sirens will attract people to approach, and then kill all mortals who approach, where did this news come from?
The ships protected by the gods will not be lured, just like Orleans and his men.
Since they will not be lured, they naturally do not know what the consequences are.
And if all those who were lured died, how could they spread the news?
So the truth is that those mortals did not all die, and some of them betrayed their faith and survived.
But they never wanted the truth to be exposed. Instead, in order to cover it all up, they all created a seemingly plausible legend.
"Young hero, I can feel your firm will."
"And the reason why I came here is actually a blood connection."
"The power of the King of Monsters guided me here, but I didn't actually notice any trace of you. "
The tone gradually became earnest. Whether it was Siren or Medusa, she was never a kind person.
However, at the first sight of Hercules, when she sensed the demonic resentment contained in him, Siren knew that she was no match.
Her most powerful strength came from her voice, but her singing could not shake the will of the great hero.
So if she wanted to escape with her life, she could only let the other party give up the intention to kill her.
"Great hero, do you still insist on your fairness now?"
"The gods on the sacred mountain have never given me these, why do you bother to cause this trouble?"
The fish tail swayed, revealing a charming figure.
Siren slowly approached Hercules, and her tone became gentler.
"For the gods, there are only chess pieces and ants. "
"People like you or demons like me have never been taken seriously by them. ”
“…”
After a brief silence, Hercules looked at the demon in front of him.
If the other party was not lying, then Medusa’s death was indeed somewhat innocent.
If he had encountered such a thing in the past, he really didn’t know what decision he would make.
But Medusa is dead, and the one in front of him is the Siren.
"Medusa may have suffered injustice, but you are also creating it."
"From the moment you impose your will on mortals, you are no longer a victim, but a perpetrator."
"There is nothing wrong with faith itself, and mortals should not die simply because they believe in a god."
"If there is a mistake, it comes only from the gods, not the mortals who believe in them."
Hercules spoke in a deep voice, speaking to the other party and to himself.
These days, Ander told him a lot of stories, and he liked some of them.
The strong wield the sword against the stronger, and the weak wield the sword against the weaker.
If Medusa suppressed and destroyed the gods and their believers together, this would be an indisputable revenge.
But her current actions are just an excuse for the demons to commit crimes.
Of course, this may be because of the blood of the king of all demons.
It brought new life to Medusa, and in turn affected her soul... But anyway, looking at the Siren's changing face, Hercules picked up the iron rod.
"If what you said is true, one day, I will find Perseus to find out the truth of the matter."
"But before that, you should also go to the due end for these thousands of souls."
The great hero's mood was so complicated at this time as his arms danced.
A stick hit down, and the sound spread a hundred miles.
The surging waves covered the moonlight in the sky.
...
"What an amazing talent, as if there is no limit..."
"Hercules, you have become stronger again."
The waves gradually subsided, and after a while, standing on the calm sea, the puppet spoke in the pocket of the great hero.
Although he didn't know how he did it, at this moment, Hercules's power had surpassed the limitations of mortals.
The most important thing is that he still can't see the peak of the other party's power.
"Becoming stronger... maybe."
"But compared to this, Ander, do you think the gods are really like this?"
Hercules asked, somewhat at a loss, after getting rid of a demon created by the King of All Demons.
"This... who knows?"
"You should find the answer to this question yourself."
He shook his head slightly. For Hercules, Ander never intended to tell him the result.
After all, people like him will always find what they want by themselves.
