Chapter 510 Blood Food
Bone piles, firelight dim.
In the empty underground space, the name was whispered in disbelief.
Looking at everything in front of him, Zephyrus never thought that he would see him in the underground of Silvermoon City.
Astraeus... the ancestor of the stars, the Titan god.
He was the son of the former weather titan Kleos, the grandson of the ancient sea god Pontus, and the father of all the star gods today.
As early as the beginning of the Second Age, he had given birth to the stars and the four wind gods with the goddess of dawn.
Therefore, the star gods in the Second Age were divided into two, obeying the God King and the Sun respectively.
As for the change of the God King, the God of Weather was imprisoned in Tartarus, and the power of the sea Eurybia returned to the near sea, and was "closed door and reflected" under the supervision of his brother Nereus.
Having lost his two biggest backers and not being able to turn against Zeus early, Astraeus's situation became awkward.
There was no place for him in Olympus. After all, although Zephyros had gained Zeus' trust by offering the [Golden Staff of Maidian], the relationship between them was not that close.
They were father and son, but in fact they were more like colleagues who obeyed orders together.
In the starry sky, although the ancient sun god was no longer there, the position of the Mother of Light was still as stable as Mount Tai.
As a result, coupled with his ordinary strength, Astraeus was forced to leave the world.
There were actually many Titan gods like him, most of whom were of mediocre strength and did not join Olympus early.
From this perspective, Zephyros' luck and choice were already very good.
In comparison, the gods of the same generation as him had long faded out of the center of the world.
Buzz——
"Hmm?"
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it was just a moment.
All kinds of things about Astraeus flashed through his mind, and when another buzzing sounded, Zephyros immediately locked onto the source of the sound.
It was at the midpoint of this underground space, where a tall altar stood surrounded by endless white bones.
Its shape was very similar to the altars that mortals used to worship gods, but there were some differences when looking closely.
Not only because the altar was not a statue, but a god himself, but also because of the fine pipes and light silver fine grids that penetrated his body.
From the altar, from the void, and even from Astraeus' body, the fine grids radiated from it, and finally bound the existence on the altar.
And the continuous noises were not caused by anything else, but the movement caused by the collision between the God of Stars and him.
"Are you... calling me?"
Taking a step forward, Zephyros noticed that Astraeus on the altar seemed to still have a clear consciousness.
He seemed to have noticed his arrival and was trying to attract his attention.
Without hesitation, the God of the West Wind flew forward.
Although the relationship was average, as a member of the gods, Zephyros could not sit idly by and watch the other party being imprisoned here by humans.
This is a taboo of the gods, and it is also something that every god must do.
Like Sisyphus, the last mortal who did this, he is still pushing the boulder endlessly to this day.
Swish——
Leaving the corridor, there is a huge pit buried with billions of bones under his feet, and the invisible airflow lifts the wind god forward.
However, just at the beginning, Zephyros's face changed slightly.
For some reason, since he came to the sky above the pile of bones, an inexplicable force began to act on him, trying to extract his blood and spirit.
The further in, the more intense this extraction.
At the same time, the grid near the central altar became brighter, almost visible to the naked eye, and the god of the west wind in the air was in a dilemma for a while.
He didn't know if he could still block this power without relying on divine power if he continued to move forward.
And this feeling... is so strange and familiar.
Zephyros was sure that he should have seen it, and more than once, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Hovering in the air, his face was extremely serious.
"... Ho..."
"... Don't come over..."
"What?"
Looking up suddenly, Zephyrus heard Astraeus' voice with the help of the air around him.
The next moment, the God of Stars also realized this.
In the pale silver grid, a glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of the thin god who was as thin as a withered bone.
"... Can you hear...?"
"... Go away... This is a 'blood sacrifice'..."
"... You can't save me... Just you alone..."
"... Go... Leave here... Tell the gods everything here... "
"... Otherwise, my today... will be your tomorrow!"
The voice was so subtle, but Zephyrus could hear the overwhelming hatred.
It was understandable that the other party wanted him to leave, after all, he might be the only hope he had seen in thousands of years.
If he also died here, it might be the real despair for Astraeus.
However, although he saw this, the God of West Wind did not want to leave just like that.
Blood sacrifice, yes.
After being reminded by the God of Stars, Zeferos finally remembered what this familiar feeling was.
Mortals sacrificed blood to gods, and he just played the role of the ‘sacrifice’.
It's not even just me who happened to come here. The billions of bones in this underground cavity may have come from this.
The mortal who somehow obtained his mark accidentally became a 'sacrifice' and became a blood sacrifice to the God of the Stars.
But why?
Human sacrifice was expressly prohibited by Zeus, and even a cruel man like Ares would only dare to do something in a devious way to save the country, using the excuse of 'gladiation'.
But all this proves that there is such a huge and continuous living sacrifice under the Silver Moon City, which has always called itself 'civilized'.
The bones under the potholes can clearly show the difference in the order of death, and the object of their blood sacrifice turned out to be a god who had been imprisoned.
"What a madman...blood sacrifice to the gods, aren't these humans afraid of him at all and resisting him at all costs?"
"No, judging from his appearance, if there was even a chance, no matter how high the price was, he would have already fought to the death."
Taking a deep breath, Cheferos vaguely guessed something, but he subconsciously didn't want to believe it.
How could a noble god fall to such an end at the hands of humans...
Return to the high platform at the beginning of the meeting, and behind it is the corridor you came from.
With Astraeus' warning, the God of West Wind did not intend to go any further, but this did not mean that he would leave just like that.
Regarding what happened here, he would eventually have a result.
"...Astraios, I will find someone to save you."
"But before that, you have to tell me what exactly you have experienced."
"Who trapped you here, what did they do, and what was their purpose?"
"And most importantly..."
"In addition to humans, are there gods involved in what's going on here?"
His expression was solemn, and the God of the West Wind was even more nervous.
He wanted to know the previous question, but it wasn't really that important.
Only the last one is the key to the problem.
Although as a god, he did not believe that any other gods would support humans in doing such a thing, there were always accidents.
What if, what if...and what if that what if happens to be the god that Silver Moon City believes in?
After all, this underground space happened to be built here, under the abandoned temple.
In this case, it was impossible for Ferros not to be nervous.
But fortunately, the next moment, when Astraeus's voice sounded, the God of West Wind breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.
"...I know...what are you thinking..."
"...No...no gods are involved here..."
"...Even the Goddess of the Magic Network...is the same..."
"That's good."
I feel a little relieved. The biggest threat does not exist, so it will be much easier to handle.
But since there were no gods involved, how on earth did these mortals trap Astraios?
Confused, Cheferos asked.
"...ho..."
"...Zeferos...you underestimate their despicability..."
"...along the way...did you see the oil lamp on the road?"
"..."
"...You guessed it...right...hehehehehahahahahahaha cough cough cough..."
Looking at the suddenly silent God of the West Wind, in the center of the altar, a crazy smile appeared on Astraeus's skeleton-like face.
She seemed to be crying and laughing, but not a single tear.
After a long time, the God of the Stars slowly told the truth.
"...That's right...ahem...just like you guessed."
"...That's an oil lamp...but it's a 'divine oil lamp'!"
"...As an innate god...my priesthood no longer brings me divine power all the time..."
"...and as long as there is enough divine power...these humans cannot trap me..."
"..."
Standing at the exit of the corridor, Cheferos was speechless.
He did guess it, before Astraeus spoke.
But his subconscious actually didn't want to believe that a true god would actually encounter such a disaster.
The true god is immortal, this is the iron rule of Khaos.
And their divine power comes directly from the law itself corresponding to the authority, and there will never be any concept of exhaustion.
In this case, the so-called 'eternal sleep', although terrifying to the gods of Chaos, may actually be extremely difficult to achieve.
Even if they are regional gods, no matter how weak they are, as long as the mountains and rivers corresponding to their divine power are still there, they will not sleep.
From the beginning of creation to the present, the true gods who have been sleeping forever are either the backlash from the law itself or their own choices.
So in this case, even if a mortal accidentally captures a god, how to ensure that it will not rise up to resist after recovery.
"...consumption...they can only do this..."
"...In the beginning...I ran out of power during Typhon's Rebellion...These humans discovered me...and brought me back secretly..."
"...At first, they only thought I was a Star God...It wasn't until later...that they realized who I was..."
"So they are afraid of me! No, they are afraid of the gods!"
Buzz——
The voice was loud in an instant, and then caused the light silver grid to react, locking Astraios tightly.
The originally ferocious expression on the face of the God of Stars was instantly mixed with a look of pain, and then he was forced to become quiet again.
After a long time, the god who seemed to have lost his mind after suffering for a long time raised his head again, his eyes looking straight at the location of Zhiferos.
"...ho...ho..."
"...Zeferos...they fear me...but they long for me...they don't want to give up on me...but they are afraid of my power..."
"So that's all."
"Let my body be on the verge of death...take out the blood...bones...oil...organs one by one..."
"...This is the material for their research...and also their tool to limit the divine power I can recover..."
"...now...do you understand?"
"..."
No response, no response needed.
Of course Cheferos understands, and now he is awake.
During the short period of time he spent in Silver Moon City, he actually thought it was not bad here.
Although in terms of status, he could not compare with the Holy Mountain here, what he experienced here was something he had never seen in Olympus.
All of this made the God of West Wind have a good impression of this city.
"But it turns out, humans are just humans."
“The more foolish one is, the more pious he is.”
"The wiser the wiser, the more blasphemous."
"The King of Gods told the gods that this is the nature of human beings, but I didn't really realize this until now..."
"Wizards shouldn't exist..."
From a human perspective, Cheferos didn't know how they saw these compatriots who secretly carried out human sacrifices.
But from the perspective of the gods, everything in front of them is undisputed guilt.
