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Chapter 124 I can't either!

After Chiron ambushed Astraeus, the god of the stars, it was Uriah who saved him from the thunderstorm.

Zeus's judgment was not wrong, Uriah indeed sheltered Chiron with the last lingering charm left in this world.

But it was hard for him to imagine that Uriah had indeed returned.

He supplemented the aftertaste lost in the thunder and lightning, and he had another chance to intervene in this world.

Hephaestus could see that Uriah could also use this to peer into the world.Although he has passed away, he is still paying attention to the present world, hiding in the dark to observe and plan.

Hephaestus followed him through the mountains.

They found Chiron.

Chiron was also waiting for them.

He stayed by a small river, staring blankly at the branches of the willow tree above his head hanging into the water.

There was movement behind him, and he turned to look, and recognized Uriah who had once stood high above the sky with Cronus.

Chiron has no ill will towards Uriah, but he does not want anything to do with his nominal father, Cronus.

"I will repay this favor." Chiron said.

With just one sentence, he alienated the original close relationship between the two.

Uriah didn't talk much, he walked to the river and stood beside Chiron.

Chiron's gaze always followed Uriah's position and stayed on him.He waited, waiting for Uriah to speak his purpose.

There are reflections of the two on the gently flowing river, and the half-man, half-horse Chiron is much taller.

Uriah looked at the reflection, and he suddenly said: "You have grown up a lot, even taller than before."

"When your body doesn't grow, you must look like a mighty spirit, and you will be stronger than me."

Uriah's turn was too blunt, and Chiron didn't know how to answer his words.He was not familiar with Uriah, and most of what he knew about him came from gossip that was rarely passed down among the gods, knowing that there was such a person, that's all.

The only time they met was when Uriah and Cronus stood together in the sky. After that, they left the world.

Chiron chose to maintain his attitude towards strangers: "You are the oldest mountain god, and I dare not compare with you."

Uriah glanced at Chiron, and he looked out to the water, admiring the drooping willow branches.

"You're blaming Cronus." He said affirmatively.

He paused: "You should blame him too."

"I'm only disappointed if you let it go so easily."

"That proves that your spine has been broken, and you are a disabled person who cannot stand up."

"I didn't, the mountain god don't slander me." Chiron said calmly.

"Is it not, or dare not?" Uriah followed closely, his posture was calm, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

He also didn't mean to ask Chiron to answer: "I dare not, right? Because I'm here, and you don't trust me."

"But I can tell you, it doesn't have to be."

"No one knows you better than I do, and loves you more."

As he said that, he looked at Chiron: "Why do you think it is?"

Chiron couldn't understand why Uriah suddenly talked about this, he didn't want to hear it, and said another way: "Why?"

Uriah didn't answer directly, his eyes fell on the surface of the small river, and he slowly talked about another matter.

"Do you agree? Little Chiron. Even if we are gods, we are weak as babies."

"Only beasts and monsters can have the ability to live alone without their parents at birth."

"You know Hephaestus, the god of fire. If he had been thrown down on Mount Olympus, without Tesis, the goddess of the sea, and his adoptive mother Eurynome, he would have died long ago. Where did today's glory come from?"

"But you seem to be different from everyone."

"You were abandoned by your mother Ferula when you were born, but you can live without consciousness."

"But you couldn't understand it at that time, and you were going to challenge Helios' son Phaethon."

"I remember you dying in the hot sun."

"You should have died a long time ago, but you are still alive tenaciously."

"Little Chiron, why do you think it is? Are you a monster? Or a beast?"

Chiron didn't answer.

After a while, he laughed at himself: "It would be great if I were, with such a tenacious vitality, I will never be lost, and I will only use every ounce of strength to survive."

He was silent for a while, and slowly said two words to Uriah: "Thank you..."

The calm-looking Uriah looked away from the water and looked at Chiron.

He talked leisurely: "I have no heirs, and I watched you grow up little by little. You are my child."

"Although I didn't give you power and status, I taught you my most precious things."

"Now you can finally recognize yourself, and you can finally leave me and walk alone like an adult beast."

Uriah said that there was a turning point here, and he suddenly asked Chiron: "But I don't understand why you provoke Zeus, you should know that he will kill you without hesitation for the majesty of the god king."

Chiron chose not to answer.He stepped into the creek with four hooves, and broke a willow branch that fell into the water.

He held the willow branch upside down, like a sword, and stared straight at the outline of Mount Olympus in the distant sky.

He suddenly looked at Uriah, and suddenly raised the willow branch in his hand—the meandering river was separated, not a diversion, but a clean break.

At this moment, the determination he showed was the best answer.

Uriah was silent for a moment, he spread his hands, and two streams of water circled in his palm.

He took one of them, flicked his fingers, and the water disappeared in the direction of Mount Olympus.

He threw the remaining stream of water to Chiron: "It seems that I can't save you, and you don't need me to save you..."

"Take it, your father gave it to you."

The water is ever-changing in the air, like the intangible time itself, but when it falls into Chiron's hands, it is shaped into a battle axe.

Chiron held it, as if hearing the sound of time flowing.He looked ahead, and saw a big river meandering from a distance, entering his field of vision.

"Time..." Chiron murmured.

He seemed to feel the existence of another battle ax in the upper reaches of the long river of time, and that was the body of the battle ax in his hand.

He had a feeling that the battle ax in his hand could borrow the power of that battle ax.It seems to be able to sever the past, and the gods killed by it will no longer fall into a long sleep, but will face death, and there is no possibility of returning.

He turned to look at Uriah, only to find that he was no longer there.

Under the willow tree, he was already alone.

He couldn't help asking himself a question: "I don't seem to be very good at using an axe?"

Hephaestus sat on the slender branch of the willow tree and looked at him. With pen and paper in his hand, he had already drawn a sketch of the battle ax in Chiron's hand.

He chuckled lightly, regardless of whether Chiron could hear it: "Me neither!"

(End of this chapter)