And the land beneath him was named Roma. After all, it's quite reasonable for mules and horses to build Rome, isn't it?
Because Mobius was about to perform his divine duties, the grievances on the earth were endless. A battlefield after a war always left behind resentment and perishing souls.
Most of the grievances would dissipate over time, but a small portion would persist, slowly growing stronger, and eventually giving birth to magical beasts.
The appearance of magical beasts severely violated the laws of procreation. These creatures were inherently loathed by the world.
After all, even the King of Gods and the primordial gods couldn't defy the power of procreation, yet magical beasts were born in violation of these laws. How could such a thing be!
As Ares rushed on his way, Zeus, who was joyfully dancing with Hera on Mount Olympus, suddenly stopped his blissful steps, leaving a flushed Hera unfulfilled.
"What's wrong?" Hera looked at Zeus with displeasure. "Why did you stop? Are you not feeling well? If not, have a cup of the Wine of Youth!"
If Zeus didn't give her a proper reason, Hera would definitely show Zeus her power! She would let him know her methods!
To stop when she was at her happiest! Is that something a person would do?
Zeus knew the deliciousness of desire; he had sunk into it. But he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis, which meant that a child with immense potential had been born to him.
This was a terrible misfortune for him! His father, Cronus, had placed a curse on him when he was imprisoned in Tartarus: he would be overthrown from his position as King of Gods by his youngest child.
Therefore, Zeus was so eager to stop his pursuit of desire now. He wanted to go to the earth to find out which of his children had been born.
As for why it wasn't Mount Olympus, that's because if a new god appeared on Mount Olympus, His Majesty the King of Gods would surely sense it and recognize the child's arrival.
However, the earth is the body of the primordial goddess, Mother Gaia, and he didn't have Mother Gaia's love like his grandfather, the first King of Gods, Uranus, who could freely explore Mother Gaia's body naked.
So he had to go himself, travel to the earth, and find the nymphs and goddesses he had been with one by one.
"My dearest Queen Hera, beautiful goddess of marriage!" Divine power pulsed in Zeus's hands, and a faint golden shield enveloped them.
"I just sensed the birth of a new child." Zeus's fingers caressed Hera's soft, curly hair.
Brilliant stardust fell from the distant Temple of Marriage, like Hera's love slowly falling from the peak of affection. Eighteen-colored silk gauze slowly draped over her soft shoulders.
She gazed at the suspended divine power of marriage in her palm. The power symbolizing eternal marriage vows was constantly dissipating, yet her divine power was continuously mending the brokenness of marriage.
"You've made a mortal womb pregnant with thunder again?" Hera's voice was like a silver vase shattering, and the playful sounds of the surrounding gods ceased.
All the gods' gazes turned here.
Zeus glanced around and led Hera into the Temple of Marriage. Hera sat on a divine throne woven from brilliant golden flowers, while Zeus leaned beside Hera.
"Is it Artemis's nymph, or the priestess serving you in the city-state?" Tens of thousands of golden petals symbolizing marriage vows condensed into blood-red crystals in mid-air, falling from Hera's side.
Seeing Hera's sorrowful appearance, Zeus somewhat regretted telling her the truth. He thought Hera had accepted his habit of leaving his children everywhere, preventing the final prophesied child from arriving.
But Hera's ox-like eyes were tinged with blood, and her gaze towards Zeus was filled with desolation. The murals depicting Zeus and Hera's wedding, embedded in the four walls of the Temple of Marriage, began to show tiny cracks, but in the next second, they mended under Hera's divine power.
"I don't know either." Zeus couldn't help but take a step back. Hera's appearance made him feel guilty.
"Yes, you don't know..." Hera seemed to have lost her soul, slumping onto the divine throne, even the golden flowers on the throne appearing dim.
"I'm sorry, my dear wife, beautiful goddess, ox-eyed Hera." Zeus came before Hera, gently kissing the back of her hand, saying affectionately.
Hera initially wanted to shake off Zeus's hand, but Zeus's deep, loving eyes, filled with endless affection, made her unable to resist.
"This is the last time, my husband, Your Majesty the King of Gods." Hera struggled for a moment, then gave up the idea of making a big scene. She was willing to believe her husband's sweet words again and again and again...
The stardust on the dome of the Temple of Marriage no longer drifted down, and the surrounding murals depicting Hera and Zeus's wedding once again became vivid.
"Please resolve your affairs. The sanctity of marriage must not be defiled. Those goddesses who tempted you to betray your marriage vows," Hera paused, "or gods, and you must resolve it quickly."
"This is my bottom line." Hera closed her eyes, signaling Zeus to leave.
Zeus stepped on the hard white jade of the Temple of Marriage, sighed helplessly, and left the temple, walking down the mountain. He felt the stirring of his bloodline, which could not be faked.
"What should I do?" After Zeus left, Hera opened her eyes, her confused gaze filled with sadness. "Power or love, can only one be chosen?"
...
After Ares left, Mobius continued to accumulate divine power, and using the faint healing power within the purification, he healed the wounds of creatures on the earth, acquiring this power.
Mobius flew higher and higher, seven halos spreading across the dome. Silvery-white raindrops fell from the cracks in the clouds. He lifted a finger, and brilliant golden patterns climbed up his pure white robe.
The festering skin of the warriors fighting on the earth, upon contact with Mobius's holy water, instantly shimmered with a seven-colored rainbow. Grayish-green, foul-smelling flesh slowly detached, replaced by new reddish-brown flesh, revealing translucent, milky-white new skin, like that of a newborn infant.
As the rain of purification fell, the soldiers on the battling battlefield stopped their slaughter. Fertile black soil flowed from the cracked earth, withered trees sprouted branches, and crystal dust emerged from the smoky ruins. The resentful and unwilling spirits let go of their obsessions, transforming into dandelion-like flowers that drifted towards the underworld.
The situation on the battlefield left Mobius somewhat silent.