Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 972 - 404 Receiving the Spear_2
Chapter 972: Chapter 404: Receiving the Spear_2
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Chapter 972: Chapter 404: Receiving the Spear_2
“I promise you, from today on, my eyes are your eyes, they will see everything in the world for you. My life is the continuation of your life; you saved me in front of the Ancient Evil, and my future includes half of you.”
“From now on, your name will be remembered forever in this world, engraved in the memory of countless mortals… Amon, in the name of the Son of the Divine King, I hereby swear this to you.”
He did not conceal his origins, whether out of gratitude or because of Amon’s identity as the deceased.
And Amon just smiled, then gazed into Dionysus’s eyes.
Crimson gradually covered the bottom of his eyes, and a second pupil appeared within the black iris.
Dionysus felt as if he were looking into the eyes of two people at the same time, one made him feel close like a father, and the other only exuded cold greed.
“Come…”
Holding onto the last moments of lucidity, Amon forcefully grabbed Dionysus’s hand that held the scepter.
He spoke with difficulty, his voice carrying an echo.
“Come, kill me, while I am still myself.”
“From now on, you will be my continuation in the Mortal Realm…”
“…Come!”
Ssst——
A sudden shrill voice, about to completely lose the blackness of his eyes, Dionysus watching all of this, raised the scepter high, and then fiercely plunged it into Amon’s chest.
The bloody seal instantly froze, and then shattered inch by inch.
Seemingly sensing the previous peril of his Protector, silver lightning unleashed even greater strength.
It instantly suppressed the rioting blood color, enveloping Amon’s body.
Gripping the scepter, his hand trembled slightly, and although Dionysus had seen things more heart-shaking than this more than once in the tales of the Mortal Realm, only through personal experience did he feel it truly penetrate his soul.
He would not forget this day, nor would he forget his promise.
Looking at Amon before him turning to ashes in the lightning, Dionysus felt as if his heart had become much heavier.
Perhaps this is the weight of a promise… his promise to Amon.
From now on, he was no longer just his carefree self; he also carried another person’s life.
“Ancient Evil: Star of Death Omens…”
Muttering this name, in the past, whenever he heard the Father God praising Heracles, although Dionysus would agree outwardly, there was always an unwillingness in his heart.
Just like Perseus, they were simply more favored by Zeus, and so they were able to establish feats and gain renown in the Mortal Realm.
A sudden shrill voice, about to completely lose the blackness of his eyes, Dionysus watching all of this, raised the scepter high, and then fiercely plunged it into Amon’s chest.
The bloody seal instantly froze, and then shattered inch by inch.
Seemingly sensing the previous peril of his Protector, silver lightning unleashed even greater strength.
It instantly suppressed the rioting blood color, enveloping Amon’s body.
Gripping the scepter, his hand trembled slightly, and although Dionysus had seen things more heart-shaking than this more than once in the tales of the Mortal Realm, only through personal experience did he feel it truly penetrate his soul.
He would not forget this day, nor would he forget his promise.
Looking at Amon before him turning to ashes in the lightning, Dionysus felt as if his heart had become much heavier.
Perhaps this is the weight of a promise… his promise to Amon.
From now on, he was no longer just his carefree self; he also carried another person’s life.
“Ancient Evil: Star of Death Omens…”
Muttering this name, in the past, whenever he heard the Father God praising Heracles, although Dionysus would agree outwardly, there was always an unwillingness in his heart.
Just like Perseus, they were simply more favored by Zeus, and so they were able to establish feats and gain renown in the Mortal Realm.
“Don’t hesitate, Dionysus… Although I don’t want to die either, this is something that can’t be helped.”
“The only pity is that I’ll probably never get the chance to personally witness the place in the Spirit Realm where the souls of all beings are governed.”
“But fortunately, you are still here.”
“Dionysus, you told me that you would complete this journey for me, to see the magnificent and mystic scenery of the Spirit Realm for me.”
“Will you live on for me, experience everything in this world, and be the continuation of my Life?”
His voice was weak, and it seemed Amon had seen through the hesitation and reluctance in Dionysus.
But he just smiled carelessly, appearing unfearened by the impending Death.
He was only comforting his newly-met friend in his own way, wanting him not to feel guilt and sorrow for his Death in the future.
“Come, answer me, Dionysus, will you?”
“I will, I promise.”
Fists clenched, Dionysus was filled with immense regret at this moment.
He regretted underestimating the cunning of the Ancient Evil Being, and regretted not having accumulated enough experience beforehand.
If it were Heracles, or any of his half-brothers from a different mother, they probably wouldn’t have handed over their only trump card so easily, thereby putting themselves into danger.
But now regret was pointless, Dionysus could only hold Amon’s hand tightly, making him the most solemn promise.
“I promise you that starting today, my eyes will be your eyes; they will see everything in the world for you. My life will be the continuation of your Life, you saved me from the Ancient Evil Being, and my future will have half of you in it.”
“From this day onward, your name shall be as eternally known in this world as mine, remembered by countless mortals… Amon, I swear to you in the name of the Son of the Divine King.”
Without concealing his origin, whether out of gratitude or due to Amon’s identity as the deceased.
Amon just smiled in response, then gazed into the eyes of Dionysus.
Crimson gradually covered the bottom of his eyes, and a second pupil appeared in the black iris.
Dionysus felt as though he was making eye contact with two people simultaneously, one as close as a father, and the other with only cold greed.
“Come…”
Struggling to stay lucid for the last moment, Amon forcefully grabbed Dionysus’s hand that held the Scepter.
With difficulty, he began to speak, his voice echoing.
“Come, kill me, while I am still myself.”
“From now on, you will be my continuation in the Mortal Realm…”
“…Come!”
Hiss—
A sudden shrill voice, and as the black pupils were about to completely fade away, Dionysus raised the Scepter high and then plunged it fiercely through Amon’s chest.
The mark of blood froze in an instant, and then shattered bit by bit.
Sensing that its Protector had been in grave danger before, the silver lightning erupted with even greater Strength.
It instantly suppressed the surging crimson, enveloping Amon’s body.
The hand holding the Scepter trembled slightly, although Dionysus had witnessed more heart-stirring events than this in the tales of the Mortal Realm, it was only by experiencing it himself did he genuinely feel it pierce deep into his heart.
He wouldn’t forget this day, nor would he forget his promise.
Gazing at Amon, gradually turning to ash within the lightning, Dionysus felt his own soul weighed down significantly.
Perhaps, this was the weight of a promise… his promise to Amon.
From now on, he was no longer just the carefree himself, he had taken on another person’s life as well.
“Ancient Evil: Star of Death Omens…”
He silently recited this name; in the past, whenever he heard Father God praising Heracles, Dionysus, despite agreeing verbally, felt somewhat unconvinced in his heart.
Like Perseus, they were merely more favored by Zeus, and that’s why they were able to achieve greatness and fame in the Mortal Realm.
