Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 295 The Spirit of Sacrifice Deserves a Gift

Prometheus didn't know why the king of the gods would ask such an obvious question, but he still respectfully replied, "Your Majesty is wise, that is indeed the case. These offerings are tokens of the covenant between the gods and mankind. According to your will, they should be divided in two."

Zeus nodded slightly, but a look of pity appeared on his face.

He sighed softly: "Alas, although these are merely ignorant mortals with little wisdom and shallow spirituality, they are still living beings after all."

"Humans have been promised to be the masters of mortal spirits, and we are even gods who are the masters of all things and spirits. However, it is ultimately not good to ask mortal spirits to start killing indiscriminately."

“This…” Prometheus was speechless for a moment, his divine thoughts almost frozen.

He had absolutely no idea what His Majesty the God-King was really up to.

Prometheus thought to himself, "Everyone, listen to this! Is this some kind of myth?"

They are just low-level spiritual beings, no different in essence from plants, trees, soil, and rocks.

Everyone drinks and eats meat all the time, but nobody seems to care about the lives of these ants.

If that's the case, then which of the gods present wouldn't have their hands stained with the blood of countless living beings?

Putting aside everything else, just consider the battle between the two god-kings back then. The number of living beings that were wiped out by the aftershocks of the battle alone was countless!
Those are not calculated based on a single life, a single race, or even a single category!

That was the complete erasure of an entire galaxy!
Anyone even slightly affected by that power was annihilated, their body and soul destroyed, leaving not even a trace behind!
Moreover, not to mention those mortal beings without intelligence, even those divine beings with truly higher intelligence were caught in the crossfire and died unjustly because of that protracted cosmic war; the number of them was countless.

The battle between the gods was so intense that calling it a cosmic catastrophe would be an understatement; it was practically the end of the universe.

Back then, whether it was the second-generation god-king or Zeus, either one could shatter a sea of ​​stars with a single slap, and the deaths would be endless.

Now, His Majesty has suddenly become compassionate and sympathetic over a mere hundred bulls?

What is this sacrifice?

It is an honor for these lowly mortals to be honored as sacrifices to God!

However, He only dared to think that way in his heart.

Could he possibly contradict His Majesty the God-King right in front of all the gods?
However, He was not troubled by this for long.

Zeus then spoke up: "However, since the covenant between the gods and men has been established, it is not appropriate to change it at will."

"So be it."

"Thanatos," the god-king suddenly called out the name of the god of death.

At this moment, in the ranks of the gods, the Night Gods were arranged separately to the side, and their distinction from the Celestial Gods was, if not completely clear, certainly distinct.

The many new gods of the Celestial Gods were now displaying their divine power, showcasing their most dazzling divine light and extraordinary phenomena, adding luster to the God King's journey and demonstrating boundless splendor.

However, the situation is somewhat awkward for the Yagami faction.

Their authority... is really not suitable for displaying their divine power in such a joyous occasion of universal celebration.

Even those few individuals with relatively milder authority dared not step forward in an atmosphere where they were completely suppressed by the light of the celestial system.

Therefore, all the gods of the Night God system are now standing obediently in a row, concealing their auras and keeping a low profile to the side.

Thanatos was startled when he suddenly heard the Father God calling him.

He immediately transformed into a silent black light, instantly arriving before Zeus's chariot, bowing deeply, and urgently replying, "Great Father! I am here! I am here! I am here!"

This usually ruthless and cold-blooded ruler of death is no different from a young lad in front of his supreme god-king father.

Zeus smiled gently and said, “Thanatos, my just son. Remember this: from this day forward, all mortal beings offered as sacrifices to the gods, even those of lowly and shallow spirit, shall not be considered to have died in vain, but shall receive extra blessings.”

"In the netherworld, you shall replenish their spiritual essence and soul, so that their spiritual wisdom may ultimately be no different from that of mortals. Take them as your servants, let them serve under your command, and assist you in managing, collecting, and settling the souls of the dead."

Before all the gods, he was praised by the great Father God as a "just son" and entrusted with such an important and sacred duty.

Although this matter itself may be a small thing, it was enough to make this usually serious and steadfast Grim Reaper extremely happy, filled with pride and warmth.

He immediately straightened his body and proclaimed loudly, "I will obey the command of the Father! Rest assured, Father! Thanatos will certainly handle this matter well! He will ensure that these beings who died in fulfilling the divine covenant will receive the most abundant blessings!"

Zeus nodded approvingly.

Thanatos bowed respectfully again before returning to his original position with a triumphant air. Though not exactly arrogant, he stood tall and proud, drawing envious glances from many of his fellow night gods.

Zeus then spoke slowly again, his voice filled with compassion, saying softly, "We gods are the rulers of mortal spirits. We should not kill lightly unless absolutely necessary. We cannot bear to see them live, nor can we bear to eat their flesh upon hearing their cries. If it is truly unavoidable, then let us stay away and not see them."

“Prometheus, go and prepare. The gods and I will not witness this sacrifice. I believe this is a trivial matter for you.”

"Go."

Seeing Zeus's "merciful" act, Prometheus was deeply moved: 'Your Majesty the King of the Gods is truly kind! So benevolent!'

As He pondered this, He bowed in agreement and immediately turned back to the mortal realm to quickly tidy everything up and formally begin the ceremony.

After Prometheus left, Zeus pulled the gods aside and continued chatting, mainly about the genealogy of the gods, that is, the specific determination of the pantheon.

This topic instantly captured the attention of all the gods.

For the gods, this matter was far more important than watching mortals slaughter cattle!
This is the fundamental law that concerns one's status and glory for countless years to come!

For a time, high in the heavens, discussions, debates, and compliments filled the air, and no deity paid much attention to Prometheus and those insignificant humans anymore.

Anyway, the general direction has already been set, so what kind of trouble could possibly go wrong next?
Surely that clever Prometheus couldn't possibly be incapable of doing something so simple?

Even Clymene, who had been harboring concerns, temporarily set aside his vigilance and worries.

She was genuinely startled when Prometheus made that clever suggestion about a "chief god-king."

Fortunately, His Majesty the God-King didn't seem to really care, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her face regaining its bright and gentle expression.

In that instant, she felt like a mother who had been rescued in time: she was overjoyed at her child's safety and felt an inexplicable sweetness for the wise and gentle god-king.

She thought to herself that once she returned to Olympus, she must find a way to make her beloved and great god-king even happier!
After all, the things she had secretly done during this time had completely filled her, whose divinity had been long dormant, with the God-King's presence. That feeling was truly... quite addictive to her.

As for the God-King? He must have been completely immersed in it long ago, unable to stop.

After all, there's a certain charm to being sneaky.

Clymene possesses a considerable number of stacked "buff attributes"...

As for the humans on Earth, who had been waiting respectfully, they received no new information other than the divine king's sacred proclamation that had resonated throughout the universe.

But the God-King's announcement alone was enough to stir the hearts of all humanity and bring tears to their eyes!
All their sacrifices and efforts were for this very moment.

Countless hours of blood and sweat, tireless work day and night—all of this effort was worthwhile!

After Prometheus descended to the mortal realm, he once again used his majestic voice to announce the final decision of His Majesty the King of Gods to all humankind.

Seeing the crowd, which was slightly agitated with excitement, He waved his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

Then, in an extremely solemn tone, He proclaimed: "All is settled! Now, we shall offer sacrifices for His Majesty the Great God-King and the holy gods of Olympus!"

"This is the greatest honor for all humankind! We must not allow the slightest carelessness or negligence! We must wholeheartedly offer the highest respect to His Majesty the Supreme God-King!"

"This will be an eternally memorable and incomparably great moment! The eternal ruler of all existence—His Majesty the God-King—along with all the great gods of the universe, have descended here to accept humanity's offerings in accordance with the great principles of heaven and earth!"

"Your names will be sung by posterity! This is your life's glory! And it is the supreme glory of your children and grandchildren for generations to come! You must do everything in your power to achieve this!"

Prometheus concluded with a resounding voice, as clear as a bell, which stirred the hearts of all who heard it!

"Let's begin!"

At Prometheus's command, all the humans present responded with a resounding ovation and began to work busily and methodically in a tense but orderly manner.

Prometheus, watching the cattle being led to a secluded spot to be slaughtered, and thinking of the humans still suffering from hunger and teetering on the brink of starvation in their tribes…

His heart was filled with another overwhelming grief.

At the same time, He thought that everything was settled, and the "covenant" between God and man had been established...

A subtle, dangerous change gradually appeared in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)