Chapter 480 Bloodline
Hua La La...
Cry——!
...
The center of the East China Sea is full of waves.
Billions of tons of seawater flow from south to north continuously, and huge waves of 100 meters high are just common.
This place is not far from the eye of the sea, and even the wound that was nailed into the sea has affected here.
If you raise your sight infinitely, you may be able to see a huge vortex rotating clockwise that swallows everything day and night.
And this place is its edge, and it is also the last chance for those who stray into it to escape.
Once you continue to move forward, no mortal ship can escape the eye of the sea.
It is like a black hole, endlessly devouring the universe.
Cry——!
In the sky, on the clouds.
Accompanied by a cry that resounds through the sky, the imperceptible black spot is patrolling its territory.
The wings vibrate, raising a hurricane.
Under the sharp eyes of the condor, no life can escape.
But this is meaningless to Hercules, because he didn't intend to escape.
Boom!
With a loud bang, a hole exploded on the sea surface, and the great hero in animal skin jumped out of it.
Looking up at the black spot looming in the sky, Hercules stirred up the blood around him.
The strong will turned the power into a spear, pointing at the demon in the sky.
If there was a choice, Hercules didn't want to fight with the Caucasian Condor.
Unlike the Siren and the Hydra, this overlord soaring in the sky didn't seem to pay attention to the intentions of humans.
When it was on the land, it roared on the top of the mountains; when it was on the sea, it fought around the eye of the sea.
If the other party retreated because of his momentum, the great hero didn't intend to chase.
For a moment, the waves of the nearby ocean seemed to be still for a moment, and the two creatures in the sky and on the sea looked at each other.
In this short moment, Hercules seemed to see a trace of anger and joy in the eyes of the Condor.
However, everything was so short-lived. The next moment, the demon that had stirred up the storm swooped down from the sky and attacked the hero.
Obviously, the Caucasian Condor did not intend to give in.
It did not hesitate to attack the "invaders" who had entered its territory.
"Caucasian Condor, I did not want to be your enemy."
"But this place does not belong to you... If you must use force to stop me from meeting the owner here, then I can only use force to achieve my goal."
Shouting loudly, Hercules did not know whether the other party had wisdom or could understand his words, but he still explained his position as if he was facing an opponent.
However, the Condor did not stop... The next moment, it was like a black lightning streaking across the sky.
Between the sky and the sea, the demon's claws and the hero's iron rod collided with a bang.
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Boom——!
Cry——!
The waves rose and fell like rain.
The sun descended from the sky, and the bright moon replaced it to illuminate the vast sea.
With another swing of his weapon, Hercules smashed the black-feathered golden-eyed eagle into the sea.
Unlike the demons he had faced before, this time, the hero did not encounter any trouble.
A simple battle, no fancy collisions, a fight between strength and strength... and at this point, Hercules' advantage is beyond doubt.
In later myths, as the only human who defeated the god Zeus in a melee, few beings can surpass him in pure strength.
The Caucasian eagle can't do it either, so it is doomed to fail.
However, standing on the waves of the sea, although the battle was so smooth, the hero was not happy at all.
Because this battle didn't look like a real battle at all. From beginning to end, the demon who could control the storm did not use his advantages.
It neither relied on speed to maneuver nor took advantage of the sky.
As the king of bird power, it fought like a beast, fighting bloody battles with the hero.
Hualala——
"Cry——!"
A sharp cry, and then jumped out of the waves.
One of the wings of the condor was broken, but there was no fear in its golden pupils.
The black lightning rushed towards Hercules, but this time the great hero did not swing his stick to meet the enemy.
He stretched out his right hand and caught the flying black shadow in a flash.
The eagle's beak pecked through his palm, and blood flowed down.
But Hercules didn't care. He just looked at the exhausted condor and asked the doubts in his heart.
"Caucasian condor, I have no intention of being your enemy."
"If you want to leave, I can't keep you."
"Then what supports you to fight with me to the end... Is there something crucial here for you?"
The result is the result, and the process is the process.
Looking into the golden vertical pupils of the condor, Hercules did not move his eyes away.
After a long time, the struggle in the palm of his hand gradually subsided.
The great hero hesitated for a moment, then slowly loosened his hand.
"...Son of Zeus, do you also know honor and dignity?"
"What did you say?"
With his eyes wide open, Hercules' breath stagnated.
However, at this moment, the Caucasian Condor, which had stopped struggling, suddenly flapped its wings.
A black storm swirled between its wings, and blood-red flames burned on its body.
Without taking this opportunity to launch a sneak attack, the demon returned to the sky and surrounded the hero on the sea.
"What did you say just now, who is the son of Zeus, is it me?"
Hercules just shouted loudly, not caring about the eagle that was trying to break free.
He knew that he was a descendant of gods, but he never knew who his father was.
There are countless descendants of gods in Chaos' world, and it is not impossible for the descendants of some gods to surpass their ancestors after several generations.
So the great hero had never doubted his origins before, until this moment, he heard this strange name.
"Hahahaha, son of Zeus, don't you know who your father is?"
"Are you also deceiving me, or is the cunning and despicable king of gods planning some conspiracy?"
"But whether you really don't know, or just inherited your father's hypocrisy, human, I have to tell you-"
Huh-
The broken wings spread, and the black storm became stronger, as if a hundred-headed dragon and snake had returned to the world.
The condor laughed wildly, looking at the hero surrounded by the breath of more than one dead demon, then rushed up to the sky and swooped down.
"The descendants of the King of All Demons will never flee in front of Zeus' bloodline, just like those who fell in your hands. Today... only you die, or I die!"
Boom!
The black wind fell, and the great hero was forced to fight back.
Like a meteor hitting the sea, the vast waves are endless.
Above the sea, a raging wave is set off again.
...
After a long time, the bright moon is about to leave the sky.
When this sea area gradually returned to its previous appearance, a black shadow floated up from the water and finally came to the surface of the water.
The huge alchemical ship shook slightly, and then an opening large enough for one person to enter and exit appeared above it.
"...Hercules, are you okay?"
Calling in a low voice, Orleans climbed out of the open skylight.
He looked at the great hero on the sea and the corpse in front of him.
Since the Caucasian Condor had given up its best speed, death was an inevitable end for it.
But as it said, it did not choose to escape until the moment of death.
"... I'm fine."
"It's just a hard fight, a little tired."
Nodding with his back to Orleans, Hercules reached out and took out the last intact part of the Condor.
The bloody flames burned its blood, and its bones and feathers were destroyed in the collisions again and again.
Only the brain of the Caucasian Condor was intact, and the hero took away its pair of golden vertical pupils.
The demon died, and its remaining magic seemed to be concentrated here.
Holding it in his hand, Hercules could see through the falsehood and the truth.
"Orleans, I have a question for you."
Turning around and striding away, the hero returned to the ship.
As for the incomplete body of the Condor, he planned to find the mountain called Caucasus in the future and bury it.
There was no grudge between them. If there was, it was only from his father whom he had never met.
"Oleus, in your impression, in your early years, have you known about the descendants of the gods?"
"Of course."
Although Orleans didn't know why Hercules asked such a question, the things related to Zeus were widely spread among Chaos.
Just what he had heard was enough to fill a bookshelf of parchments.
"Hercules, you know."
"In the world, all famous monarchs and heroes are descendants of gods, except wizards who stole knowledge and power from gods."
"And the God King is the leader of the gods, and his bloodline is the most powerful."
"So from ancient times to the present, none of the children of the God King has not left a great reputation in the world."
"The most well-known one now, His Highness Perseus, is one of them."
"Why, why do you suddenly ask this question?"
"What about the heroes themselves?"
There was no answer, Hercules asked again.
"For example, how did they come into this world and how did they grow up?"
"... Then there are some stories to tell."
After recalling for a while, Orleans concluded:
"Every hero has his own story, but if you really want to talk about it, they all have some similarities."
"For example, at the beginning of the story, the king of gods fell in love with a princess or queen, and in the middle of the story, the descendants of the king of gods established their careers under the guidance and training of the gods, or they had dark ideas and blasphemed the gods, thinking that they could stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods."
"The former's ending is naturally good. Perseus ascended to heaven and was given immortal divinity. He should still be alive today."
"The latter was punished as a warning to the kingdom of the world."
"As for the fate of those princesses and queens... some died at a young age, and others have never been found since then."
"These... are what I know."
"... Is that so... Thank you very much."
After a moment of silence, Hercules thanked him.
Oleus waved his hand, indicating that these were just some stories that were passed down.
But now that the Caucasian Condor has been dealt with, it's time for the ship to set off again.
After all, it won’t take long to move forward. Once they enter the ‘escape range’ of the sea eye, even if they do nothing, the group will inevitably slide into the abyss.
“Yes, you are right, we should set off.”
“Legend has it that the Bronze Creator is the wisest among the gods, but I don’t know if the rumor is true.”
With a noise, the huge alchemical ship sank to the bottom of the sea again.
The end of this trip to the East China Sea is finally coming.
