I impersonated God in America

Nikos pressed the speakerphone button.

On the other end was a liaison officer from the frontline archaeological emergency coordination center, amidst a noisy background.

"Minister, a semi-transparent architectural silhouette has appeared in the sky above the ruins of the palace of Knossos on Crete. Initial suspicion is that it is the labyrinth of the Minotaur."

"Damn it, what I feared most has come to pass."

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Da da da.

Pacco cautiously made his way forward along the walls inside the maze.

The threads he carried continuously extended across the ground, serving as markers to guide him.

Ancient marking method.

Ok?

As Pacco was walking, he suddenly felt someone following him.

He subconsciously slowed his pace, and then noticed that the sound behind him also subsided. He looked back, but found nothing but a ball of long yarn on the ground.

He frowned, then turned his head back and continued walking forward, the voice behind him still following.

Da da da.

Suddenly, Pakko abruptly turned his head back.

The yarn behind him was still suspended in mid-air when he suddenly realized what was happening and, with a thud, the whole thing collapsed to the ground.

Playing dead?

Looking at the silk threads behind him, Pakko was speechless.

[Such terrible acting.]

[What is this? Yarn?! Could it be what I'm thinking of?]

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind.

"Could it be that..."

He concentrated his power in his fingers and shook them slightly, causing the yarn on the ground to sway as well.

"..."

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On the other side of the maze.

The two priests from Manchester had already stepped into the first level of the labyrinth along the illusory passage.

The bearded man hung a portable spotlight from his backpack on his shoulder strap, while the man with the buzz cut kept making marks.

"If what the Golden Cup says is true, the labyrinth will only be illuminated for a period of time during a solar eclipse, and after the eclipse ends, those inside the labyrinth will be forever lost inside."

"Thank goodness there were these yarns on the ground, otherwise who knows how long we would have had to search for the Minotaur's body."

"Don't let your guard down. We only have a few hours left. We need to finish this quickly, find the Horcrux, and leave immediately."

The two people quickly moved forward, following the guidance of the yarn on the ground.

The searchlight shone on the stone walls on both sides, and at intervals, Cretan Linear script, weathered to the point of being almost unrecognizable, could be seen embedded in the walls.

After walking along the yarn on the ground for a long time, they turned into a very narrow side road.

The bearded man's spotlight illuminated a massive skeleton. The skeleton remained seated, with a long sword embedded in the center of its sternum.

Two curved horns on the bull's skull spread out to the sides, and the sword pierced through the gap between the ribs.

There was a whole ring of skeletons piled up around it.

The human ribs, leg bones, and spine were scattered and piled up, with weapons stuck in some of the bones.

Bronze swords, iron spearheads, a double-headed axe that was rusted and almost broken in two, and some other remains.

"Is this the Horcrux?" The crew-cut man pointed the searchlight at the hilt of the sword. "It seems things are going much more smoothly than we thought."

The man with the buzz cut reached out, gripped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it outward with force.

sizzle.

The sword made a very fine, long metallic scraping sound as it slid out from the center of the bull's head skeleton's sternum.

He looked down at the patterns on the blade, his face showing a hint of surprise: "Alright, we have the Soul Weapon. With that, the plan has taken another step forward."

He was about to say something to the bearded man when he suddenly noticed a hint of fear in the man's eyes.

He pointed to himself and said tremblingly, "Be careful!"

Having previously worked in the church, Ban Cun was not yet accustomed to combat after acquiring his newfound abilities. He didn't react immediately and instinctively turned around.

They discovered that the bull skull behind them had somehow stood up, with two dark red lights shining from its eye sockets.

Click.

It reached out and grabbed the crew-cut man by the neck.

cough cough.

Just as the man with the buzz cut put his hand on his neck, preparing to turn his body into blood and leave, he suddenly found that his body was somewhat out of control, and a large amount of energy began to leak out.

He then felt the energy of the blood flowing from the minotaur's fingers toward its own torso.

Flesh and blood spread out layer by layer across the skull's surface from the neck down, while fur peeks out from the muscle layers.

thump.

The man with the buzz cut collapsed to the ground.

The bearded man turned and ran towards the corridor.

The minotaur raised his hand, and a rusty, nearly broken-in-two-headed axe was sucked up from the pile of old bones on the ground.

bass!

The rust on the axe handle peeled off and fell to the ground the moment it touched the skin of its arm.

A giant axe made entirely of gold.

It lifted it up with one hand and slashed it horizontally to the side.

It unleashed a terrifying gust of wind pressure.

tear.

Not far away, the bearded man's body was cut in half at the waist, his upper and lower body split into two pieces and crashed onto the gravel ground.

The minotaur slung the golden double-headed axe over his shoulder, sniffed it, and then got up without hesitation and strode towards the other end of the corridor.

Rumble.

I don't know how much time passed.

The bearded man lay face down on the gravel, his eyes suddenly opening.

Blood coagulated at the edges of the cut at the waist, and blood at the cut in the lower body also rose to the surface.

Two plumes of blood mist met in mid-air, pulling and piecing together the severed ends of the upper and lower torsos inch by inch.

He got up from the ground, looked down at his waist, which was basically unharmed.

cough cough.

"Fortunately, we have the power of the Golden Cup."

He looked silently at his companion who was now completely dead beside him, then made the sign of the cross in front of his chest and turned to walk towards the discarded longsword.

He picked up the longsword that had fallen to the ground, turned around, and was about to take a step.

He froze on the spot as soon as he stepped out of the core of the maze.

"Fxxk! Who pulled the rope away?!"

"It couldn't have run away with long legs, could it?"

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The young man on the other side walked close to the wall, touching the ground with his toes to make sure there were no traps before stepping on it.

Gudong.

He could feel his heart pounding wildly at an unprecedented speed.

At this moment, he also began to regret it.

After all, this place is all maze-like stone walls, and it doesn't look like there's anything there at all.

He was still hesitating about whether to continue.

Then he heard a voice.

Come this way.

He stopped, held his breath, and tried to hear the sound more clearly.

Finally, through trial and error, they discovered the direction of a wall.

Are you leaving?

But the thought that he was already there, a mix of guilt and desire, propelled him forward once more.

He gritted his teeth, squatted down, and groped around on the ground for a while until his fingers touched a slightly protruding diamond-shaped stone brick.

Click.

The stone wall slid apart to both sides.

Chamber of Secrets.

The walls were covered with parchment drawings, depicting various maze patterns.

In addition, there are various structural diagrams that are incomprehensible.

Several earthenware jars were piled up in the corner, their mouths sealed with cracked lead lids.

The young man's eyes lit up when he saw this, since there was no other possibility that matched this environment.

"Could this be the room of Daedalus, the builder of the labyrinth?"

Daedalus was a legendary craftsman in Greek mythology, and legend has it that he even had some of the blood of the god of fire. He created countless amazing artifacts.

"Welcome, guests from afar."

The young man was startled by the sound behind him, then turned around and saw a very faint grayish-white halo floating in the air.

Finally, a figure that could barely be identified as male was formed.

The young man suddenly turned around, instinctively stepping back, his back hitting the wall with the design drawings.

"Don't be nervous. If I were still alive, I'd probably be even more nervous than you. I just haven't seen anyone in a very, very long time. I really didn't expect that three groups of guests would come this time."

The phantom took half a step back and raised its hand, making a downward pressing gesture.

The young man stared at the semi-transparent outline in front of him, and after a long pause, he finally spoke: "You just mentioned two other groups of people."

"Yes, there are two other groups of people besides you, but they all have an unsettling aura about them. Only you don't. So, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Do you have any tools here that can help people repair limbs?"

The phantom raised its right arm, its translucent fingers pointing to a ruby ​​embedded in the center of a stone slab on the wall.

The gemstone has no facets and is completely natural, with a small cluster of very faint dark red light slowly rotating inside.

"Just take this gem with you and go to the person you want to help, and you will naturally know."

The young man stared at the gem in silence for several seconds. He then shifted his gaze from the gem back to the illusory face and realized that the other party did not intend to stop him.

"Aren't you afraid I'll take the gem, walk out of the maze, and never come back?"

“I’ve been here for too long, one more time won’t make a difference.”

The room suddenly fell silent. The young man stared at the illusory image in front of him for a moment, then suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously asked, "What do you want me to do?"

“I’ve been in this labyrinth with that minotaur for far too long. It’s a complete curse. I just hope you can help me break free.”

"This labyrinth has lost much of its power over time and can no longer be properly maintained. If you can find the sacred fire of Greece, you can completely destroy this labyrinth."