Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

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Swish——

Leaving behind its split offspring, the trajectory of the Omen of Death Star did not deviate in the slightest.

Watching the massive Celestial Body speed away at an unusual pace, Dionysus instantly sprang out from behind the meteorite.

This position was still dangerous, but since this chaotically-minded creature did not stop at the first moment, it was unlikely to make a killing return strike.

Thus, for him, the most pressing issue at the moment was to nip this freshly split-off part of the Evil Creature in the bud.

Right before Dionysus's eyes, in just a brief moment, that fallen fragment curled up into a small spherical body, emanating an invisible suction force.

The surrounding meteorites were also influenced, converging towards it, attaching to its surface and then day by day taking on the same marks.

This was the contaminating power of the Evil Creature; give it a seed, and soon it would return to you a forest.

Dionysus did not know whether the ancient Titans in the depths of the stars had ever encountered the Omen of Death Star or if they were troubled by it.

But at least for him, it was necessary to quickly eliminate this split-off from the main body of the planet.

He took out a short stick from his chest, which soon transformed into a scepter with a flower crown at the top.

Vine-like patterns reminiscent of grapevines twined upward, almost like runes embedded in the body of the scepter.

This was Dionysus's weapon, also a tool he had prepared for himself for casting spells—unfortunately, Zeus had not spent much effort on collecting means for Spellcasters to increase Strength, and as a result, he had never achieved much in this aspect.

In all fairness, Dionysus was quite interested in those Wizards who controlled the Element and spirit, especially their so-called 'Ritual Magic'.

It was only a pity that the knowledge of witchcraft just wasn't there, and with his current abilities, there was no possibility of creating it on his own.

"Roaming above the vault of The Sky, my all-powerful Father God... The Monarch who rules Olympus, also the lord of The Sky, the sea, and the mountains."

"In the name of the King, I pronounce you guilty."

"Creature fallen from the starry heavens... you will meet your end."

In his heart, he quietly recited what sounded like a Spell, even more like a hymn of praise.

Dionysus raised his scepter and then hurled it far towards the Evil Creature's offspring, which had just begun to form its Star Body.

In an instant, the scepter cut through the Void, eventually firmly lodging itself in that crimson sphere.

The patterns on the body of the scepter flickered slightly, and a grapevine swiftly turned into a solid entity.

Its lower skirt rooted on the surface of the Star Body, beginning to absorb its essence.

This was the method Dionysus had chosen to confront the enemy; he could attempt to take action personally, but calling upon the Divine Power Zeus had left in his scepter before departing was undoubtedly more cost-effective.

Because he had previously tried it, just as the great Divine King had proclaimed, everything of The Sky, land, and sea belonged to him, even these foreign Evil Spirits were no exception.

Under Dionysus's gaze, the grapevine pulsated like blood vessels, and on the body of the scepter, streaks of silver lightning appeared intermittently.

The inherently contaminating Strength was easily restrained under Zeus's thunder and lightning, and was even wrapped by those arcs of electricity into itself.

Amongst the Strength of All Gods, the Divine Power of the Divine King was the only one that wouldn't repel the Evil Creature's Strength outright; in many cases, it could even make some weaker Evil Creatures' Strength 'fearful'.

Dionysus did not know why this was, but considering Zeus's Might above All Gods, he naturally attributed it to a Might shared by the greatest.

"Good, it went smoothly."

"Next, as long as the Omen of Death Star does not react differently, then the trouble here can be easily overcome."

"Under the Strength of the Father God, as long as it is not the Ancient Evil Being itself, nothing poses much of a problem to me." Swish——

Leaving behind its split offspring, the trajectory of the Omen of Death Star did not deviate in the slightest.

Watching the massive Celestial Body speed away at an unusual pace, Dionysus instantly sprang out from behind the meteorite.

This position was still dangerous, but since this chaotically-minded creature did not stop at the first moment, it was unlikely to make a killing return strike.

Thus, for him, the most pressing issue at the moment was to nip this freshly split-off part of the Evil Creature in the bud.

Right before Dionysus's eyes, in just a brief moment, that fallen fragment curled up into a small spherical body, emanating an invisible suction force.

The surrounding meteorites were also influenced, converging towards it, attaching to its surface and then day by day taking on the same marks.

This was the contaminating power of the Evil Creature; give it a seed, and soon it would return to you a forest.

Dionysus did not know whether the ancient Titans in the depths of the stars had ever encountered the Omen of Death Star or if they were troubled by it.

But at least for him, it was necessary to quickly eliminate this split-off from the main body of the planet.

He took out a short stick from his chest, which soon transformed into a scepter with a flower crown at the top.

Vine-like patterns reminiscent of grapevines twined upward, almost like runes embedded in the body of the scepter.

This was Dionysus's weapon, also a tool he had prepared for himself for casting spells—unfortunately, Zeus had not spent much effort on collecting means for Spellcasters to increase Strength, and as a result, he had never achieved much in this aspect.

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