"It is indeed the power of destiny, enough to support the foundation of the world."

“Although this behavior is more like adding fuel to a fire, the fire will not go out if the fuel is not exhausted, but I am not the true master of fate, and I cannot fully understand the root of His inner world.”

"And from this perspective... maybe the existence of the mother tree is also somewhat related to this?"

Ryan's mind was confused, and he couldn't be sure whether this was true or not, but from his point of view, the two did have some similarities.

If it is said that it carries the "sins" of others, shoulders the past of others, and thus offsets the influence of the source force, then the mother tree may be actively eroding and assimilating everything outside, turning others into part of itself, and being forced to share the influence it faces.

The reasons why those who accepted His power had their wills twisted were probably similar... Thinking about the ancient evil creature he created, the Sun Devourer, Ryan had some enlightenment in his heart.

The Mother Tree itself does not control destiny, but it is probably like itself, and possesses some characteristics of the realm of destiny by carrying some of the relics of the Nine Realms.

He spreads his power and gives generously to all beings who ask for help from Him as if it were free, and this is not out of ignorance or stupidity.

Long before anyone noticed, perhaps He had been slowly cleansing away the burdens on Himself and preparing Himself for some unknown goal.

As for what the purpose is...for such an existence, what other possibilities are there other than advancing to a higher realm?

He has already achieved perfection in the accumulation of quantity. In this respect, even Tartarus may not be able to match Him.

"call--"

"The Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood... one should never underestimate anyone in the world."

“I just wonder what level of advancement a great being who already possesses the characteristics of creation will pursue.”

There was no answer, after all, Ryan had little experience with this.

The only thing he could be sure of was that the former could not make a sudden leap and become an existence similar to the present world - in terms of realm, both sides might have similar possibilities.

But in terms of actual power, the gap between the two is as great as the gap between the weakest divine power and the strongest divine power, even if it is minimized.

Moreover, as it stands now, the number of creatures assimilated by the mother tree, relying solely on some separated ancient evil creatures and the sun, is probably far from sufficient.

He also needs an existence with sufficient weight, not just an accumulation of quantity.

Otherwise, based on the current progress, there is no possibility of success.

"…It's such a big drama, it even happened at the end of the era. I don't know if it's a coincidence or a necessity."

Sighing softly, Ryan stopped thinking about it. He didn't need to think about these things right now.

And at this moment, as the chaotic information dispersed his "personality", the power it represented also merged with him.

Before today, although Ryan's divinity's control over power became stronger as he separated from humanity, he was ultimately unable to fully embrace the existence of the source of power.

But now, He has made the leap from zero to one.

Holding his breath, Ryan waited for the changes to occur.

He didn't know what kind of changes this would bring, a sublimation of power or a transformation of essence?

But after waiting for a long time, he was surprised that nothing seemed to happen.

The vague sensation coming from the divinity had not changed at all, at least with his current perception he could not detect any change.

As for the human part, Ryan's condition was no different from usual, even more ordinary.

I waited for a while and felt speechless.

Shaking his head slightly, Ryan felt that he was probably overthinking it.

It was just a trace of source power, so what even if it was fused? Moreover, for the sake of experiment and to ensure safety, what he was merging at this moment was not spiritual power, but the power of end, destruction, and defeat.

Perhaps the accumulation of numbers is not obvious enough, or maybe he chose the wrong direction. As the master of spirituality, he should first integrate his own power.

Not caring, Ryan decided to continue his fusion.

This time, with the experience from the first time, he easily endured the backlash of the second trace of origin.

Just like before, nothing happened this time.

"...It doesn't matter."

With a calm mind, Ryan's movements were neither hurried nor slow.

Having results is a good thing, but not having changes is also normal.

After all, the two strands of origin he fused were still too few. Perhaps if the number was larger, it would be different.

Fortunately, there are many living creatures in this fragment of Hermeneus, and Thebes is also a big city in Egypt.

As time goes by, these foreign fragments may merge with each other and eventually merge into the Chaos world in a more integrated way.

With so many living beings, it should be enough to bear the backlash of a portion of the divine source power.

By that time, it should have changed...

"Hmm... maybe that's the case."

He wasn't quite sure, but since there was no extra feedback from the divinity, Ryan didn't care too much.

After all, it is the other party who holds the power now. If He has no objection, then there is no problem.

Even if there is, I don’t think it will affect me.

……

Chaos, the human world.

The concepts of gods and humans have always been different. Just as in the eyes of the gods, before the real body of the God-King completely stepped out of Asgard, the situation in the world could be considered stable.

Although mortals fell like wheat, countless lives bled on the earth.

On the sea, the endless natural disasters never stop, undercurrents and thunderstorms rage in between.

But these things have nothing to do with them and do not affect their lives.

Even the few who were on the battlefield gradually got used to this "low-intensity" war.

Anyway, as long as they were careful, the strong humans would not bother chasing after these gods who were destined to be impossible to kill completely.

In their spare time, they even treated it as a joke, betting on the number of casualties on the battlefield rather than the actual lives lost.

"...There's nothing wrong with that. You have to know that there is never a shortage of humans in this world."

“Even if 10,000 people died a day, day and night, they would not be completely wiped out.”

"In that case, why do you care?"

Somewhere above a military camp, the God of the South Wind looked casual.

His body was covered in a mess of dark red bloodstains, which became hard after drying in the wind.

Too lazy to clean up, Notos felt that he had begun to like this feeling.

In the divine court, he is a subordinate of the God of West Wind.

In the human faith, he was not qualified to preach independently and could only follow the church of Zephyrus and gain faith in a divine way.

But right now, he is the only god on this front, and no one can stand above him.

Being able to point out the way forward and make decisions is much better than in the past.

For a moment, in Notos' heart, he even hoped that this war could last a little longer.

Of course, no matter what he thought, the God of the South Wind would definitely not say such words.

After all, the opinions of mortals can be ignored, but the opinions of gods cannot. And the one in front of him obviously hated this war.

"Your Highness Notos, I am not interested in whether or not all humans will die."

"Even if they don't die out, I don't like these bloody scenes."

There was a hint of worry on her calm face, and Aglaya shook her head slightly.

"You know, I am the Graces, and neither I nor my two sisters like war."

'But your Lord God likes it, or at least needs it.'

He secretly complained about it, but the God of the South Wind was dismissive of it.

Although he could not remember to whom the Graces were subordinate, whether it was Hera or Aphrodite, or whether she obeyed anyone's orders, after all, their statues had been worshipped as subordinates in the temples of the two main gods.

But no matter which one it is, they are one of the triggers of this war.

If there hadn't been a fight between them and Athena, how could so many things have happened later... Forcing a smile, Notos spread his hands helplessly.

"I don't want this to happen, Your Highness Aglaya. But you know, the beginning and end of this war are not up to me."

"If there's anything else you need my help with, I'll do my best."

"But in this matter, I'm afraid only His Majesty the Divine King has the ability to change it."

"...You are right."

Knowing that the other party was right, Aglaya remained silent for a moment, frowned slightly, and then put the matter aside for the time being.

She didn't think she could change the matter. In fact, if the God of the South Wind hadn't brought it up, the Graces would have had no intention of discussing it at all.

Raising her hand slightly, she took out a very common daily necessity.

"Your Highness Notos, as you can see, let's talk business."

"According to the news you sent back not long ago, have you finally found the whereabouts of His Majesty Heber for Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Yes, that's it."

After sensing the aura surrounding the daily necessities, the God of the South Wind confirmed that he had not recognized the wrong person.

"The auras of the two are exactly the same, but His Highness Heber's condition doesn't look right."

"If I hadn't confirmed it again, based on her performance and behavior that day, I would have thought she was just an ordinary human being."

"It's not important...where is she now?"

Aglaya asked, getting straight to the point.

Notos did not hide it. He created an illusion in the air, which roughly marked the former's location.

"She should be here... But Your Highness Aglaya, I can only say that she was here before."

"As for now, I don't know."

The mood was bad for a moment, but Notos didn't show it.

What he didn't tell Aglaya was that the reason why he didn't confirm Heber's identity in detail when he found him was because he sensed a familiar aura in that area.

Atlas, the god of strength, maybe the other party has been there before, or maybe there is something that contains the other party's power.

But no matter what, this made Notos a little frightened.

Although it is reasonable that the Sky-Supporter cannot leave the westernmost part of the sky...but he is not familiar with Hebe, so why take such an unnecessary risk?

"Is that so... I understand."

I don’t know if Aglaya noticed the concealment of the God of the South Wind, but he nodded.

The message has been received. Whether it is true or not is something that Her Majesty the Queen needs to judge.

After finishing her business, the Graces prepared to leave.

Before leaving, she casually glanced at the ground beneath her feet, and couldn't help feeling a little sentimental.

Standing at this height, the creatures on the earth seem as tiny as ants.

And for the gods, they are indeed.

As a member of the God Clan, there was nothing Aglaya could do about it.

After all, she couldn't kill all the gods who started the war.

She neither has the power nor the position, even if she is a goddess who brings joy to the world...

"……Um?"

While thinking about it, Aglaya was shocked.

What was she thinking just now, who was she going to kill just now?

It's unbelievable. As a deity who brings joy and happiness to the world, how could she have such thoughts?

Even if she felt a little sympathy for the mortals beneath her feet, she shouldn't have reacted like this.

His mind was tense. If it was an ordinary thought, Aglaya might not care.

But at that moment just now, she was very sure that she had absolutely developed a trace of genuine murderous intent.

Looking up suddenly, Aglaya suspected that there were gods secretly influencing her, and the god of the south wind might be among them... However, when their eyes met, what she saw was a perfectly normal face.

"… Your Highness Aglaya, what's wrong with you?"

"……nothing."

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness. I will take my leave now."

With a curl of his lips, Aglaya dealt with it casually.

She felt that she had been too nervous recently, and was quite afraid of the consequences.

But there is no way. If weak gods want to live well, caution is an excellent quality.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will end up like Hebe, the daughter of the Queen of Heaven, who was almost killed by someone's scheme.

After repeatedly testing with his own authority, Aglaya ultimately found nothing.

The goddess let out a sigh of relief, bowed slightly, and then said goodbye and left.

Behind her, the God of the South Wind did not stay for long, but instead seemed to be relieved.

Accustomed to being the only one in the world who is in charge, he now doesn't want to deal with other gods.

Anyway, he is showing loyalty to His Majesty the God-King. Even Zephyros will not interfere with his actions now.

His body exploded and turned into invisible wind, blowing across the continuous military camps beneath his feet.

Now that Aglaya is gone, he should consider how much contribution he can make in the next battle.

Five points, or seven points?

Anyway, it's okay to get hurt a little.

After all, if he didn't even get hurt, how could he prove his loyalty to His Majesty the Divine King...

"...Big brother, third brother, fifth brother, you are all dead..."

“…God, when will these days end…”

"……Um?"

As if hearing a sound from far away, the invisible airflow paused slightly.

At this moment, Notos looked towards a barracks not far away.

There, a soldier was half-kneeling in front of his brother's mutilated body, lamenting that there was no bright future ahead.

The people nearby also looked somewhat sad, as if they had seen their own future.

Such scenes were not uncommon in the military camp, and the God of the South Wind had seen many of them in the past.

Generally speaking, when faced with such situations, he would just laugh it off and lament the fragility and incompetence of mortals.

Gods are immortal, but mortals will perish. What a sad thing this is.

Anyway, their final fate is probably to die here, so it doesn't matter if it's before or after. If there is really someone who can survive a hundred battles, I can still see something strange.

But for some reason, at this moment, looking at this scene in front of him, a hint of murderous intent arose in Notos' heart.

"When is the end?"

"Are you so fed up with being under my command?"

"Or in your eyes, those human heroes who merely have divine blood flowing in their veins are more trustworthy than the gods?"

With his eyes narrowed and staring in that direction for a long time, Notos took a step forward.

He slowly raised his hand and made a mark on them.

So be it. Next time the war starts, it doesn’t matter how much strength I use.

The important thing is that only when these people were all killed in the battle would he allow those mortals to retreat.

“…When will it end?”

"Of course there is, but if you want to wait, you have to have a head first..."

With a sneer, Notos turned and left.

As expected, I was too kind.

In the future, he will have to continue to work hard.