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Chapter 154 Rejection from the Former King of Gods

Lemnos island.

Clotho has not yet returned.

After a long time, Hephaestus wanted to contact Cronus.

He feels urgent recently, and Gaia seems to be a sharp sword hanging over his head, and it will cut off at any time.The treasure bottle of life is an extremely unstable factor, and Gaia will master it at any time to drive its power.

And the Aquarius of Life... Even if he is the best at casting among the gods, he still has to admit its incredible personality.

You don't need to witness it with your own eyes, as long as you hear it, you can know that it is the king of artifacts. Even if you own thousands of treasures, it is not worth even half of it.

As time passed, the future became more and more chaotic, like a puddle of paste.

When Hephaestus stood on the throne of history and looked at the future, except for the clear and vague figure of the "scythe", everything else sank in the river of time.

He also asked Clotho, and Clotho said she couldn't see anything.She is just a weaver now, except for being able to manipulate the thread of fate, all the future has nothing to do with her.

Hephaestus thought it was fine.The future that can be seen has become a reality, how desperate it is.

Now even he can hardly see the direction of the future. How many people in the world can have brighter eyes than him who is in charge of history?
Almost gone?

So the first thing to do is to contact Kronos.

Because the "scythe" is too far away, but Gaia is close.

Sitting on the threshold of the temple, looking for the direction in which Cronus went away, the invisible ripples of history swayed from the veins, seemingly slowly but quickly, and passed through countless broken worlds in a trance.

Hephaestus looked puzzled.

"So fast?"

"how is this possible?"

It's no wonder that Hephaestus was puzzled. He had met Cronus before, and felt that although there was a gap between the two, it would never be too big.He knows how far Cronus and Uriah can go in the chaos in a year, and where they are now.

But when the ripples of history swept by, the location of the two was never found.Hephaestus looked forward again, but still nothing.

He suddenly had an idea and focused on looking for the traces of the two of them.He saw that world again, the giant trees in the sea, the mountains supporting the sky, and the flaming birds emitting infinite heat instead of the sun.

But apart from the world restored by these three people, the huge chaos can no longer find the traces of the previous god king Cronus and the oldest mountain god Uriah. Erase in general.

but.

Where did the ancient god come from?
They are all ancient gods!

Hephaestus understood.

"Hide from me?"

"Can you hide?"

Clotho returned just at this time.

Hephaestus didn't talk nonsense, he took the history book and the streamer light from Clotho, and hurried out.

"I'm going out!"

Clotho only had time to stare at his back: "What's the hurry?"

……

Hephaestus went to a great mountain that later became famous among the gods.

The belly of this mountain had locked the previous king of gods for thousands of years.

The gods feared the cruel god-king, even after he was gone.They voluntarily distanced themselves from this mountain and isolated it from the earth.

This is convenient for Hephaestus.

He penetrated into the mountainside, walked along the gorgeously decorated and dusty promenade, and found the pool deep in the mountainside.

On the edge of the pool, he held the history book in one hand and the streamer lamp in the other.The clear radiance from the streamer illuminates the pool, revealing the last reflection of the former god-king Cronus on the edge of the pool, and also pulling Hephaestus into a period of history.

He has been here before in this period of history.

But now there is nothing here.

There is light at the end of the void, like the exit of a cave.

Naturally, Hephaestus was not afraid, he walked forward along the light and walked into the light.

Contrary to but similar to the dark nothingness, here is a blank space, like nothingness.

No, there is one thing!
In the blank space to the left of Hephaestus, a high mountain was suddenly erected, and four large characters were engraved on the high mountain.

This mountain is like a stone tablet, born to serve the characters engraved on it.

It said - never again.

Hephaestus was not consciously happy, Cronus is really a man of one word!
It's a pity that he won't get what he wants.

Under the will of Hephaestus, the waves of history slowly spread in this blank world starting from him, looking for the artificially hidden history of this blank world.

Where is that hidden spot?
Oh!It turned out to be right in front of me.

Hitting the waves of history, the mountain in front of me will collapse at the touch of a touch, turning into powder and disappearing in smoke.

The historical images gathered under the mountain are thus exposed.

At the same time, this blank world became wet in an instant.

Hephaestus looked down and could see the rippling water under his feet.In the distance, a great river has no source, no river bed, meandering from the sky of the blank world, it is the river of time.

In time, it took exact form according to the will of an ancient god.

It hit Hephaestus, like waves beating a ship, gradually pushing Hephaestus away from this blank world.

Hephaestus is the god in charge of history, but in the face of this river of time, he can only delay the speed of leaving this place, and it is still inevitable to leave this blank world.

Because although this place is in the past and in the history, it belongs to the previous generation of God King Cronus, and it belongs to his time.

Only when this former god-king is involved, can time stand against the current history.

But once Hephaestus involved him, the former god king would always have the upper hand in his time.

Hephaestus called out to him in his inevitable return: "Cronus, take it easy."

"You should know the vase of life, you, like Uranus, are created from it."

"Of course, so do I. I am still a continuation of creation."

"But don't you realize it's time to end it?"

"Or are you willing to leave your weaknesses? Thinking of dedicating everything to Gaia without reservation one day?"

"Are you right to reverence her? Because she is your creator?"

The long river of time paused for a moment, and then there was a more determined rejection.

A calm response came from the river: "I knew that one day you would find the vase of life. This is no secret."

"Fortunately, I was on guard against you and blocked my past in advance."

"So sorry, I'm not interested in your proposal."

"I hope you can get rid of that bottle next time we meet, if there is a next time."

"Then... goodbye!"

The image of history fades away, and Hephaestus returns to the pool...

(End of this chapter)