Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 971 - 404 Receiving the Spear
Chapter 971: Chapter 404: Receiving the Spear
Chapter 971: Chapter 404: Receiving the Spear
“Don’t hesitate, Dionysus… Although I don’t want to die either, it is something unavoidable.”
“The only regret is that I probably won’t have the chance to see with my own eyes the place in the depths of the Spirit Realm that governs the souls of all things.”
“But it’s good that you are still here.”
“Dionysus, you told me, you would complete this journey for me, and witness the magnificent and mysterious scenery of the Spirit Realm.”
“Will you live on for me, experience everything in this world, and be the continuation of my Life?”
His voice weak, Amon seemed to perceive Dionysus’s hesitation and uncertainty.
But he just gave a wry smile, seemingly unafraid of his imminent Death.
He was just comforting his newly made friend in his own way, ensuring he wouldn’t feel guilty or saddened by 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 earlier.
If it were Heracles, or any of his half-brothers from the same Father God, perhaps they would not have so easily handed over their only trump card, thus putting themselves in peril.
But now regret was meaningless, Dionysus could only hold Amon’s hand tightly, making him the most solemn promise.
“I promise you, from today onward, 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 include half of yours.”
“From now on, your name will forever be remembered in this world along with mine, eternally commemorated by countless mortals… Amon, in the name of the Son of the Divine King, I swear this to you.”
Without concealing his origin, whether out of gratitude or the identity of Amon as the dying.
And Amon could only smile at that, then gazes deeply into the eyes of Dionysus.
A crimson gradually covered the bottom of his eyes, a second pupil appearing in the black pupils.
Dionysus felt as if he was looking at two individuals at the same time, one as close as a father, the other only possessing cold greed.
“Come…”
Maintaining the last moments of clarity, Amon seized the hand of Dionysus that held the Scepter.
He spoke with difficulty, his voice resonating.
“Come, kill me, while I am still myself.”
“From now on, you will be my continuation in the Mortal Realm…”
“…Come!”
Hiss—
A sudden, piercing sound, about to completely lose the black pupils, watching all this, Dionysus raised the Scepter high and then thrust it fiercely into Amon’s chest.
The bloody imprint paused instantly, then slowly started to crack.
Sensing the previously dangerous situation of its protector, silver lightning erupted with even greater Strength.
In an instant, it suppressed the tumultuous blood and enveloped the body of Amon.
The hand holding the Scepter trembled slightly, although Dionysus had seen things more shocking than this in the legends of the Mortal Realm more than once, only having experienced it personally did he truly feel it deep in his soul.
He would not forget this day, nor would he forget his promise.
Looking at Amon, who gradually turned to ashes in the lightning, Dionysus felt his soul significantly heavier.
Perhaps this is the weight of a promise… his promise to Amon.
From now on, he was no longer the carefree himself, but also carried another person’s life.
“Ancient Evil: Star of Death Omens…”
Muttering this name, in the past, whenever he heard the Father God overflow with praise for Heracles, although Dionysus agreed outwardly, he still felt somewhat unconvinced in his heart.
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Like Perseus, they just received more favoritism from Zeus, thus able to establish feats and great repute in the Mortal Realm.
“Don’t hesitate, Dionysus… Although I don’t want to die either, it is something unavoidable.”
“The only regret is that I probably won’t have the chance to see with my own eyes the place in the depths of the Spirit Realm that governs the souls of all things.”
“But it’s good that you are still here.”
“Dionysus, you told me, you would complete this journey for me, and witness the magnificent and mysterious scenery of the Spirit Realm.”
“Will you live on for me, experience everything in this world, and be the continuation of my Life?”
His voice weak, Amon seemed to perceive Dionysus’s hesitation and uncertainty.
But he just gave a wry smile, seemingly unafraid of his imminent Death.
He was just comforting his newly made friend in his own way, ensuring he wouldn’t feel guilty or saddened by 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 earlier.
If it were Heracles, or any of his half-brothers from the same Father God, perhaps they would not have so easily handed over their only trump card, thus putting themselves in peril.
But now regret was meaningless, Dionysus could only hold Amon’s hand tightly, making him the most solemn promise.
