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Chapter 161 "Walking" Hephaestus

Lemnos island.

Hephaestus did not go to the supper where the gods drank with the mortal kings.

Of course he won't go.Tantalus is a drama in the first place, his fate has already been determined, and he is powerless to resist.

This is a pity.

Secondly, Tantalus did not invite him, and the god who invited him was not the host of the banquet, so there was no need to go.

Clotho went, already giving enough face.

Now Clotho is opposite, telling him what everyone said and did at the banquet.

After telling about Hera's arrangement, she added one last sentence: "Demeter can eat human flesh, I don't like it."

"What are you doing with her?" Hephaestus asked in surprise.

Clotho said: "Because I don't eat human flesh, and I don't eat meat either. I always think that there is no difference between gods and creations. Although there is less wisdom, the essence is the same."

"But that doesn't stop you from looking down on them from a high place." Hephaestus took over the words. "You are Clotho, you don't need to care about her, and them."

"I'm not just talking about gods or creations, I'm talking about everyone."

"You can't change them, you can only tolerate them."

Clotor said coldly: "Then I can choose not to tolerate it."

Hephaestus laughed.

"But you're putting up with it. You're restraining yourself, and allowing them to exist is the proof."

"You don't like Demeter, but you used to ignore her."

"Has something happened? My love."

Clotho didn't speak. After a while, she finally let out a breath and said, "You are very sharp. But I don't know."

"I only know that when I stood in the middle of the palace and threw the dishes made by the children of Tantalus into the brazier, the gods joined me."

"I went to see Demeter again, she was eating meat by herself."

"I don't know if it was her or me who was arrogant, but I was almost angry at the time, and I suppressed it."

Hephaestus thought about it when he heard the angry word.

His will sank into the illusory ocean of flames in an instant, exploring the source of the symbolic flames in his body.They were indeed aroused.

He asked Clotho: "Is it normal that you get angry?"

Clotho said: "This is normal, of course I will be angry. I am a god, not a plant."

Hephaestus shook his head and said, "Maybe it's not normal."

"Did you forget, you lost your power, and I share it with you."

"Now it seems that you pay attention to history but ignore my essence."

"Anger and mania are part of the fire, you have to learn to control it."

Cloto looked suspicious: "Then why are you not affected? Is it really your problem?"

"You look very sensible, much more sensible than me."

Yeah, why am I not affected?
Clotho held the lamp in his hand, and the clear light of the streamer illuminated Hephaestus' slightly narrowed eyes.

He whispered: "Maybe I'm not unaffected, reason is a cloak, and madness is my nature."

Hephaestus suddenly took Clotho's hand and placed it on his heart, he said, "Look for yourself."

In an instant, Clotho caught a glimpse of a world of flames, a polarized world of flames.There seems to be an invisible boundary in the center of the flame world, and the flame world is separated, half arrogant, half lazy.

The flame world only flashes for a moment, but it is the talent of gods to seek eternity in a moment.

Clotho saw it clearly, so he was a little puzzled: "Why is your divinity so strange, half twisted and half upright, and it looks chaotic and harmonious together."

"Like a complete part, but also like two completely different properties."

Hephaestus shook his head: "You didn't see clearly, look again."

Clotho's palm was placed again on the beloved's heart.She will look more carefully now.

She saw that there was a figure in the flame world, and that figure was her appearance.She is standing in arrogance.

She couldn't help being surprised, and called out: "Me!?"

"Is she me!!!"

She broke away from the world of flames, went to look into the eyes of Hephaestus, and questioned with the light and reflection in the eyes.

Hephaestus nodded, without denying it: "It's you," he said.

Clotho was quiet for a while, and she kept staring at Hephaestus, as if there was some secret hidden in those eyes that she had seen countless times and had become accustomed to.

"What should I do?" she asked suddenly.

The voice was extremely low, like a gentle summer evening breeze.

Hephaestus answered her: "Maybe you can go a little bit in the middle, stand between distortion and integrity, and find a delicate balance."

Clotho moved, "Can I find it?"

The streamer in her hand emitted a clear light, which suddenly burst into a very bright light, much brighter than usual.In a very short time, the shadows in the temple were dispelled, so that the shadow of the flames could not be seen, and the two could only see each other.

The brilliance soon faded.

Hephaestus took the lantern from Clotho, and the lantern became peaceful.

He affirmed: "Of course you can find it. This is not a difficult thing for you."

He said and walked out of the temple.

"Where are you going?" Clotho asked him behind him, his tone was a little high, and he seemed more eager than ever.

Hephaestus turned around upon hearing this, and threw the lantern in his hand at a distance.

Clotho caught it firmly.

"Walk." Hephaestus said.

Clotho watched him from behind.Instead of opening the rift to Chaos, he went straight to the sea.

He went down to the depths of the sea, into the shadows of the sea.

He was dressed in black, with a hood covering his face.

In the depths of the sea, someone is already waiting for him.But not Pontus, the first god of the sea who lived at the bottom of the sea.

Pontos couldn't find him, and the person waiting for him was Gaia, the goddess of the earth.

Hephaestus had long wanted to see her.The goddess is so sensitive that no matter what kind of trick she tries, she will eventually be confronted.

Hephaestus also wanted to weigh her weight in advance to prepare for the subsequent head-on confrontation.

History is abandoned and disguised, and replaced by a weak force like flowing water, like the gurgling flow of time.

He held an ancient longbow in his hand, and the mortal iron arrows were set on the bowstring, inlaid with the tail feathers of Mount Olympus in the heaven, lingering in the lonely coldness deep in the night.

He walked forward and got very close to the goddess who controlled the earth, almost face to face.

Only then did the iron arrow leave the string and shoot at the right chest of Gaia, the goddess of the earth.

This arrow is too fast, and the distance is too close. The other kind of time power and the deep arrogance of the night are added to it, but only one will is given to it—center!

Faced with such a swift arrow, Gaia only greeted him with a sneer.

If the other party didn't show up, she didn't overweight.She just stretched out her slender fingers to pick it up, like a mortal lifting a boiling kettle on the stove without effort, and she easily grabbed the iron arrow without showing any strength.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

What responded to her was a chant: "For the glory of the Empress of the Underworld..."

Another iron arrow was shot at her left chest.

The timing of the arrow was good and sudden.Gaia held the blocked iron arrow in one hand and could only catch it with the other hand.The arrow almost hit her chest.

When she squinted her eyes, the figure in front of her had disappeared into the bottom of the sea...

(End of this chapter)