greek mythology stuff

Chapter 27 The Second Supreme God
Before dark, Hephaestus tries to negotiate with Erebus.

But the great god ignored him.

The boundless darkness lay there, and without extra actions, it was already a natural barrier for Hephaestus.

Hephaestus vaguely felt something was wrong.

He seems to have discovered a great secret.

Looking back at the world when I came back, the bodies of the other great gods lay quietly in the chaos, like a giant floating island of Gaia, the blue sky of Uranus, and the bottomless abyss of Tartarus. Eros in a cloud of mist is like Nix in black curtains.

But even Erebus's wife, Nyx, the goddess of the night who is closest to this darkness, is a little far away in the chaos.

What a coincidence!

Darkness, one of the original five gods, was isolated?
"Do not."

Hephaestus immediately overturned his conjecture.

"He's alone."

"He deliberately occupied this place."

"Everyone thought he was sleeping, but he was actually hiding it."

Hephaestus' eyes flickered, but no matter how drastically his expression changed, the darkness in front of him seemed to be really asleep, without any reaction.

He took a tentative step.

The obstacles remain strong.

"Block without warning."

"Do you want me to bypass him?"

Hephaestus looked at Styx, the River Styx. The river meandered in chaos and flowed quietly.

"Darkness is not the source of the river of oath."

"Its source is behind the darkness."

Gazing deeply at the darkness alone, this left a deep impression on Hephaestus.

He is not a loner, nor is he the first to discover and try to resist his fate.

He couldn't wait to verify this guess.

Escape into nothingness, return to the earth.

The authority of history allowed Hephaestus to know the recent changes on the earth, about gods, about human beings for the first time.

He shook his head, not paying attention.

Because everyone sees the world from a different perspective.

Gods appreciate the beauty of the grand, and humans appreciate the beauty of the subtle.

Different perspectives determine the level of vision, just like his enemy is fate, the twilight scene where the gods are destined to come, and Linkos' enemy is the gods.

Both are equally difficult, but there are nuances.

Linkos is a pawn on the chessboard, a sharp sword for him to exchange pieces. As long as Linkos lives and lives forever in the name of a human being, he has already interfered with fate to a certain extent.

If Linkos can do it, then he has the confidence to do it. If Linkos can't do it, it doesn't mean he can't do it.

No matter what Linkos does in the future, whether it is being coerced by fate or killing gods by mortals, for Hephaestus, it is a sure-fire deal.

So, don't worry.

Back at the Vulcan Temple on the island of Lemnos, streamers and time books float and rotate around Hephaestus, releasing mysterious light.

He wants to build an anchor point to prevent himself from getting lost in the chaos, and the temple that has been operating on the island for a long time is the best choice.

The vast divine power and the authority rooted in the rules exerted force at the same time, opening a rift leading to the depths of chaos in the small temple.

Like a piece of paper being folded, two points that should have no intersection touch together.

Unordered chaos began to exert influence on the orderly world composed of rules.

The scene around the temple gradually became illusory, and order would collapse and return to chaos at any time.

But no matter how illusory the scene around the temple is, it is impossible to complete the last step from order to disorder. The history books have firmly suppressed everything from the past.

Hephaestus walked into the rift, and the streamer that could illuminate the future floated on the rift, making it impossible to close.

……

The heaven and the earth have not yet formed, and what covers everything and fills the universe is called chaos.

Chaos is boundless, it is the beginning and the end of everything.

When the gods were just born and still in their ignorance, they believed that Chaos was the incarnation of an infinitely powerful creator god, and they called him Chaos.

But with the passage of time, the gods began to understand what kind of existence they were, and understood that chaos was chaos, that he was the confusion of all rules, and that he was the world of the gods, and this saying disappeared.

Hephaestus stepped out of the crack and came to the depths of chaos.

There is neither light nor darkness here, and time and space have lost their meaning in the depths of chaos.

Can only rely on divine sense to observe the surrounding secrets.

Like a blind man touching an elephant, he stretched his consciousness back and peered into a deep darkness.

Hephaestus breathed a sigh of relief, the place was right.

He expanded his consciousness to both sides, looking for the river of oath Styx that he guessed passed through the darkness and flowed into the underworld. It took a long time before he found the river flowing on the left side.

He searched along the direction of the river, and the more he walked, the more surprised he was.

"bright?"

Not only is there light, that light outlines a contour, like... the appearance of the world.

Closer, clearer.

Seeing the scene in front of him clearly, Hephaestus froze in place.

He found a world, a broken and decayed world, a world exactly like the one he was in.

The same land, the same night, the same abyss.

It's just that the world he lives in is thriving, and this world has come to an end.

Looking forward with the light from the fallen world, Hephaestus was shocked and inexplicable.

The fallen worlds piled up one by one, like corpses piled up by ants, endless.

From every shard of the fallen world was dripping a liquid like water, converging in the river of oaths that flowed below, winding its way into the depths of Chaos with no end in sight.

Hephaestus bitterly said, "Is the river of Styx the blood of the fallen world?"

He uses historical authority to see what happened in these worlds.

In the retrospective time, Hephaestus saw himself, saw Aglaia, saw Epimetheus, and saw all the gods that could be named.

They write their own stories, and let the world pass them down as epics.

But without exception, when stories became epics, epics became myths, and myths were all submerged in the years, they all encountered the existence at the end of the years.

Hephaestus was afraid that he would be noticed by that figure, so he didn't dare to look again.

He finds himself caught in a food chain.

Sheep eat grass, people eat sheep, and gods devour the value created by humans, and then repeat their lives, becoming prey to be swallowed by a greater being.

At the far end, the streamer lights emit brilliant light, and the light shines through the cracks into the chaos, illuminating the way back for Hephaestus.

Hephaestus calmed down and returned to the chasm.

The power of the streamer permeated the surrounding chaos, and he could already see things.

He inadvertently glanced at the location of Erebus that he found earlier with his spiritual sense.

Just one glance makes my scalp tingle.

He saw clearly the essence of Erebus, the god of darkness.

Darkness is just an appearance, it is the end of all things, the dead silence after everything returns to nothingness, the truly eternal and equal death.

He just needs to stand there without doing anything, and all things will come to an end by themselves and become a part of His power.

he is.

"Supreme..."

(End of this chapter)