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Chapter 28 The Rebels
Return to the present world, in the Vulcan Temple.

The rift leading to the depths of chaos has been closed, making the huge temple appear empty.

There are no gods in the temple, this is the home of Hephaestus, who would put his own statue in his own home?

He walked back and forth in the hall, puzzled.

"Erebus...how could he be the supreme divine power..."

"Shouldn't be."

"How did he do that?"

"Could it be... related to those fallen worlds."

Hephaestus suddenly looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the blue sky, through the deep darkness, and see those fallen worlds.

He carefully recalled all the details of the meeting with Erebus, and was shocked by the fact that Erebus was supreme at the time, but after careful consideration now, he found that every move of this god had deep meaning.

"Hinting me to find the truth, but not daring to show it."

"You are supreme, the strongest god in existence."

"Do you even have to hibernate?"

"It's really...unacceptable."

In the temple, Hephaestus opened his arms and fell back. He was floating in the air, his mind completely immersed in the past history.

On the side, the time history book suddenly appeared, as if opened by a pair of invisible hands, the pages of the book were frantically flipped forward, tracing the secrets buried by the years.

Sort out the context of history and check out the rumored news.

Hephaestus gradually had a clue.

Erebus, the god of darkness, should not have been the supreme divine power in the beginning, and his essence was just pure darkness, never involving the end of all things.

He has a very clear demarcation point in history. Before that, he and his wife, Nix, married and conceived children. After that, he disappeared and was gradually forgotten.

He should have traveled through the chaos at that demarcation point, discovered the secrets about the origin of the world and Ragnarok, and then used his huge body to block the way to those fallen worlds under the guise of sleeping.

In thousands of years of solitude, he stepped into the authority of the end of all things through those damaged worlds, and then stepped into the highest place, truly becoming the end of this world.

The history books fell into the hands of a pair of big joints, and Hephaestus returned from a wandering mind.

He understands that Erebus is accumulating power. When the existence at the end of the years harvests the world, the prelude to the end of all things will also be opened. Erebus will go one step further on the basis of the supreme divine power and obtain Qualifications to compete.

Hephaestus frowned and pondered: "Does he have a chance of winning?"

"There should be."

"Although that existence harvested those fallen worlds, Erebus is the end of everything. No matter how those worlds fell, they will eventually become part of his power."

"It's just that, even if he wins, he will be left alone in the end."

"He needs an ally, and I happened to find it."

"He sees potential in me and thinks I'm qualified?"

Hephaestus frowned, thinking about it.

The answer lies in those fallen worlds.

Since Erebus can reach the highest level with the help of those broken worlds, it proves that the value of those worlds has not been fully utilized.

Whether it is the existence at the end of time or Erebus, they can only take the part that they have the ability to take. This part may be very important to a world, and it can even indirectly lead to the fall of the world, but the world itself is A synonym for all-encompassing, the remaining power is enough to pile up countless similar existences.

He opened the history book, and the vivid illustrations and annotations came into view.

"Someone took away the fate of the world, and someone took away the end of the world."

"Then I'll take away the history that represents the past."

"The history of countless worlds converges on me."

"As long as I live, someone can prove that they existed."

With a goal, the road ahead suddenly becomes clear.

Hephaestus intends to rework the history books of the years.

Although this artifact is the most outstanding among the works he forged, it is obviously not qualified to record the past of countless worlds. Judging from his now broadened horizons, the history books as a companion treasure, no matter the selection of materials Or conception, they are all inferior works, which cannot support him to travel too far.

Fleeing into nothingness, Hephaestus descends into the underworld.

Revisiting the old place, no one is needed to lead the way anymore. He is carrying a streamer, and it is almost impossible for anyone except Hades to find him.

And he and Hades are both powerful gods, so he still has the face of self-confidence.

Coming to the shore of the river Styx, Hephaestus began the process of refining the history books of the years.

Three life-threatening flames appeared on the shoulders and the top of the head, wrapping the history books of the years, and the materials that could not withstand the power of the flames were burned, making this artifact dilapidated, and the words and illustrations recorded on it were naked because they lost their support. floating in the air.

The river of Styx raised several streams under the will of Hephaestus, rushing to the broken books of the years, they filled the missing parts that were burned, and became yellowed pages under the action of the rules.

Hephaestus already knew that the water of Styx, the River Styx, was in a sense the blood of the fallen world. Throughout history, he couldn't find any better material than this.

The time history book created with painstaking efforts is because the selection of materials is not strict enough, and now it takes a lot of trouble. On the contrary, the streamer lamp with a flash of inspiration has achieved perfection by mistake.

Thinking about it, I find it ridiculous that the best things are all around me, but I choose to turn a blind eye because I don’t have enough vision.

Hephaestus sat on the bank of the river for nine days, and the history books were reworked.

The words and illustrations floating in the air fell on the yellowed pages, and this brand-new artifact returned to Hephaestus.

It has changed drastically.

The original recorded history was moved to the very back, and the front pages were all blank. The first page was the most special. The text written on this page would be automatically moved to the back, and it would remain blank forever.

Added an illustration on the cover, which is a broken world with countless stacks.

Putting away the history books, Hephaestus squinted his eyes and looked around. Someone was spying on him, and he was unscrupulous, which lasted for seven days.

His first reaction was Hades, only the master of the underworld had the power to match his guts.

Hephaestus looked into the depths of the underworld, and it was indeed him.

Wearing a black robe and a hood, Hades stood in a palace without any risk of being discovered.

The dead air enveloped his whole body, Hephaestus couldn't see him clearly, but he could hear the voice.

Hades said, "Hello, kind."

Perhaps because he had seen more shocking and inexplicable scenes, his vision had been improved, and Hephaestus discovered the magic in Hades.

Under the link of death energy, Hades' power has penetrated into every inch of the underworld, and he is gradually turning the underworld, which represents the dark side of the world, into his own private property. His power seems to have faintly reached a certain limit, and he began to use The river of fire all over the underworld erodes the river Styx, wanting to render the river its own color.

Hephaestus chuckled lightly: "Hi, fellow traveler."

He faded into nothingness, ending the brief meeting.

(End of this chapter)