Hermes is generally known as the god of commerce and theft.
Because, in many legends, he is always associated with business opportunities and protecting thieves.
It is precisely because of these qualities that both of Hermes's images have been passed down to this day.
But that's precisely why.
People have almost overlooked his other identity.
"Why am I the only one who can become the messenger of the gods? Perhaps you have never considered this."
Hermes’ cold voice suddenly rang out.
Along with this, his eyes suddenly filled with burning fervor.
"Because only I can exist in the world forever."
Greed and malice.
It is a shadow that humanity cannot escape.
Business and transactions.
It is an indispensable part of human beings.
These two points make Hermes irreplaceable by any god.
And this also earned him the position of guiding the 'gods'.
"So, Aubrey."
"I admit I lost to you, I lost to Viktor."
"But……"
He lowered his head again, squinted his eyes, and revealed a proud smile.
"god--"
"We will never lose."
Boom—!!!
As he finished speaking, Hermes' golden and white wings suddenly unfurled behind him.
As if summoned by a mysterious force, the sky poured down a hazy holy light, enveloping Hermes.
His white wings were gradually covered in gold, healed, and stood tall again.
The holy light that descended shone with a brilliance that surpassed almost everything before it.
The next moment, a magnificent gate suddenly burst forth from the space.
Surrounded by intricate fluorescent patterns, steel gears cast in gold are constantly turning.
The edges of the door frame twisted rapidly, constantly emitting bursts of powerful, blazing light.
The intense light almost pierced the sky, enveloping the entire capital city's sky and the deathly silent earth in a strange holy light.
At that moment, everyone was stunned, their eyes wide open, and they looked up.
Looking at the enormous and sacred mechanical light gate that emerged from the clear sky, I was speechless with awe.
As Hermes opened his arms, the gate swung open with a roar.
A heavy yet crisp mechanical sound resounded across the entire land, revealing countless dense and gleaming golden steel steps that continuously connected to the distant, supreme sky.
Auberly, standing before Hermes, raised his head, squinted at the door, and looked into it with a complex light in his eyes.
Bathed in golden light, Kokot also gazed into the depths of the gate.
The intense sacred aura made her feel an indescribable sense of solemnity.
Looking at the golden gate, she could almost feel countless chaotic and noisy souls swirling and twisting in that empty golden space.
It's like...
Countless millions of souls are about to pour out from behind that enormous, supreme heavenly gate.
Feeling the door behind him keep turning, Hermes smiled and looked at Auberley again.
"I have explained everything you asked for."
"I'm sorry about Viktor."
"I told you, he'll never come back..."
boom--
A burst of flames instantly ignited and wrapped around the giant golden gate behind Hermes.
The golden steps that originally stretched towards the highest sky were swallowed by flames, churning in mid-air and transforming into solidified fiery platforms.
Flames flowed up the gate and steps toward the sky, spreading across the entire sky shrouded in golden light.
In an instant, the golden sky was covered by flames, transforming into a crimson ocean that surged fiercely.
Even behind the door, the souls bathed in golden light seemed to be burned by raging fire, emitting painful howls that could be heard for miles.
The once-high heavenly gate, shrouded in flames, instantly transformed into the merciless gates of hell.
Sensing the change in light and the familiar elemental power, Hermes turned his head in astonishment.
At that moment, he saw the figure of a young girl.
She seemed to be enveloped in heavy flames, suspended in the sky, standing before the highest heavenly gate.
Behind her was Victor's familiar trench coat.
The trench coat features six colors that swirl around it, eventually being completely covered by red stripes.
Through the flames, Hermes finally saw the girl's face clearly—
That was the Duke's daughter, a girl he sealed in ice, who had brought about the calamity.
Erica.
Hermes looked at her and was startled.
It was as if, in that moment of daze, I saw a supreme god.
"nature……?"
Feeling the gaze of the gods behind her, she turned around and looked coldly at Hermes, who was kneeling on the ground.
The voice was calm yet firm:
"Apologize to my father."
"Then……"
The words stopped abruptly, and the flames enveloping Erica's entire body burst forth instantly.
It was like a violent nine-headed dragon filling the entire space.
The fiery dragons writhed in the parched crimson sky, and terrifying heatwaves surged toward Hermes, as if to incinerate everything.
Beneath the raging flames, only Erica's eyes, burning with rage, pierced directly into Hermes' heart:
"Give Viktor back to me."
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