Chapter 482 Changing Space
"..."
It was impossible to tell whether it was up or down. The hull and the swirling water merged into one place.
Like a speck of dust falling on the earth, except for the instrument showing parameters, there is nothing to prove that you are moving forward.
Standing directly in front of the cab, in front of Hercules, the sign indicating the status of the ship's hull was turning blood red little by little.
Even if you try your best to follow the trend, this ancient alchemy ship has reached its limit.
It can no longer move forward, because in the center of the sea eye, the pressure there is enough to keep the body of the Titan God between disintegration and repair.
Nothing can take their place in this final stretch.
"It was like this last time. We walked directly into the sea. We escaped from the protection of the alchemy ship and faced the vortex that could tear us into thousands of pieces in an instant."
"For thousands of years, billions of tons of seawater have accumulated energy while rotating, and the power it releases is enough to shake mountains."
"And even if it's just an insignificant part of it, it's still enough to suppress a mortal like me."
Walking to the door of the isolation room, Oreus slowly walked into it.
Even though he had already experienced it once, this time, he still had no chance of surviving.
"We can't do more, or there's only one thing we can do."
"That is to pray that the Bronze Age Creator notices us, just as he has every time before."
"And this time, he still chose to be kind."
"Maybe, but I never leave myself to fate."
“I’m going to get to where I want to be whether I have someone to help me or not.”
After tightening his leather jacket, Hercules walked into the isolation room and waved his hand behind him.
"Amon, please take a look at the ship here."
"Your body is still a little weak. If there is a chance later, I will teach you a few tricks."
"no problem."
Without looking back, the door to the isolation room closed behind him.
As Hercules advanced, he heard the closing of gates one after another behind him.
In such fast-flowing deep seas, if you directly open a window, it will only tear the hull into pieces in an instant.
Therefore, all the airtight doors are closed intact, and the water flow reserved in advance is injected into the isolation room from all directions.
"Oleus, I wish you good luck and hope to see you again soon."
"I will, and I wish you a safe journey, my friend."
Soon, when the cabin was filled with seawater, the door between the isolation area and the outside world slowly opened.
Striding forward, Hercules jumped.
The next moment, in the eyes of the vast sea, there was a human being as small as a dust.
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Boom——
Boom——
Boom——
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Turbulence flows in all directions, from left to right.
After leaving the alchemy ship, just for a moment, the great hero could no longer find his way back.
Undercurrents came from all directions, and his limbs felt like they were brushing against a galloping horse.
Only when he truly set foot here did Hercules finally understand why Oleus refused his offer of help and instead gave his hope of survival to the benevolent god.
No matter how powerful an individual's power is, it has its limits.
The power of nature is infinite, and it is a wonder created by the world.
If he were on the sea, Hercules could use his strength to use the sea as support and pour out as much of his strength as possible.
Being here, no matter how strong he was, there was nothing he could do.
His heart was beating fiercely in his chest, and a steady stream of energy poured out of every inch of his body.
But no matter how hard he tried, Hercules could only follow the waves and could not control his own direction.
"Now you understand, this is nature and the power of everything in the world."
"The reason why the gods are powerful seems to be their divine power, but in fact it is more about their authority rooted in the roots of the world."
"When you fight against the God of Earth, you are shaking the framework of the earth. When you fight against the God of Sea, you are fighting against the boundless ocean."
"Don't look at me as if I don't have much fighting ability, but that's just in the human world."
"Just like here...you are no match for me now."
The voice rang in his mind, and in the big hero's breast pocket, the puppet seemed not to be affected by Sea Eyes at all.
A thin film of light covers its body, so not a drop of sea water from the outside can fall.
"Where's Oreus, how is he?"
Instead of asking for help immediately, Hercules asked about his companions.
Although he was forced to drift with the current, the sea water here couldn't actually help him.
After all, no matter what, the center of the sea eye did not fall on him.
Coupled with the animal skin on his body, the hero's current condition is actually not as embarrassing as it seems.
"He is doing very well now."
"Although he only lasted less than an hour, his physical strength was exhausted."
"But just a second before he fainted, divine power protected his life."
"Heh, that's not surprising either."
"Since the Battle of Typhon, the laws of many places near the sea have become somewhat similar to those on land... But nothing has changed here."
"After all, without the assistance of divine power, no matter how powerful the fire thief's divine body is, with his strength, it would have been turned into dust by the eyes of the sea." (See 3-58)
Click——
After turning over from the pocket, Ander explained while moving up from the chest step by step until he sat on Hercules' shoulder.
The body rotating and changing in the undercurrent did not affect his movements at all, and even vaguely, the state of the puppet was very different from before.
A sacred feeling rose from the small doll, and for a moment, Hercules felt that the water around him was a little quieter.
This is the god...even if Ander is just a god of faith, not the natural god he said was born sacred.
But when the shackles on his body were partially removed, he would still be a king above the world.
At this moment, the complacency that had grown in the hero's heart in recent days faded silently.
Drifting in the undercurrent, Hercules corrected his attitude again.
Self-confidence is a good thing, but if you can't correctly measure the gap between yourself and others, every bit of trust in yourself will only become a brick and stone to bury yourself.
"Haha, you don't have to envy me."
"It's hard to say how innate gods are, but for you, believing in gods acquired later in life like me may not be that difficult."
"It's just that what comes from faith will eventually be controlled by it... Forget it, that's a matter of the future."
"Now, I'll just take you there directly."
"He has already discovered me. Even if I didn't exist, you might have been taken away by his divine power."
"Let's go, walk along this road, and at the end of it, you can see the bound Prometheus."
The puppet spoke in a low voice, and then the index finger stretched out.
The next moment, like a giant tearing apart the clouds, the sea water changed under the influence of divine power.
The void vibrated slightly, and soon, a temporary space channel came into reality little by little.
It and the surrounding sea water seemed to exist in two latitudes, and there was no intersection between the two.
At the same time, Hercules finally found his long-lost sense of direction.
This is the ability of the godhead, [Change Space].
Perhaps the great beings who created the Godhead felt the disadvantages of believing in God. They neither have powerful authority like natural gods nor can they obtain endless divine power from their priesthoods.
They can only rely on faith to maintain their existence, and most of the authority they hold is not worth mentioning.
So when the holder of the Godhead raises the country and becomes a true god one day, they can obtain some unique knowledge and power from the Godhead.
Relying on these abilities, the believers in gods certainly cannot have an advantage in front of the gods who truly hold the relevant authority, but when facing other situations, they can have the upper hand.
It's just that after a long time, people often sigh that their Godhead is so much like a part removed from a divine artifact.
Not only can it make oneself a god, it can even give oneself other authority, but it is not very complete.
Of course, this is just talk.
After all, if there is such a divine artifact, it is definitely not what they can imagine.
"Okay."
The water around him was drained away, and Hercules took the opportunity to jump onto the temporary tunnel.
The blood rose slightly, and the water stains on his clothes were evaporated.
"But Lord Ander...are you going to go with me?"
"Yes."
Nodding slightly, the puppet affirmed.
"Speaking of which, a long time ago, I also admired him very much."
"But later I thought that he might have been too young at that time."
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Tick...
Tick...
...
In the dark space, the sound of blood flow continued.
The bound man endured the pain and carried the sin of a generation.
In the air in front of him, a middle-aged man who was obviously unconscious was lying there.
But compared to the wounds of the fire thief, he had no wounds on his body.
Tat...
Raising his head slightly, Prometheus looked in the direction of the sound.
In his perception, a young and erratic breath was approaching here.
And both of them had a familiar breath that the fire thief felt.
Tap tap -
The fire lit up, and the flame ignited by the spirit burned on the shoulders.
Walking out of the darkness, Hercules just looked at Prometheus.
His hands were tied together, and the blood-stained iron nails were nailed into his chest.
It was not like a god, but a meeting between a prisoner and a hero.
Looking at the creator he finally saw, Hercules was speechless for a moment.
"You... are the creator of the Bronze Age."
"Is it Prometheus, the sacred one who stole the sky fire, the forerunner?"
"... cough cough cough... it's me."
"If you are talking about what people call me, then this is indeed talking about me..."
Panting softly, the hoarse voice seemed to have passed through the years.
Looking at the young and fearless comer, Prometheus breathed a sigh of relief.
"Son of Zeus, the human being loved by the times, you, are finally here..."
