greek mythology stuff

Chapter 47 Wanderer?
Hephaestus walked into the temple shyly.

The temple is very dilapidated. After countless years of baptism, even the once supreme residence has lost its glory.

Shadows lingered everywhere, and a small amount of cold and slippery night power permeated the temple.

They fought against the divine light emitted by Hephaestus, but they were squeezed out of the temple because they had no source.

Without an enemy that could fight against it, Qinghui immediately occupied all of the temple, and the soft light swept away the gloomy atmosphere of the temple.

Hephaestus stood in the center of the temple, looking around with great interest.

The owner of the temple is still alive, he dare not use the history books to directly spy on her past, seeing with his eyes and listening with his ears are the few feasible methods for him.

The murals on the wall have faded most of their colors, revealing the stone walls, which have also become rough and sharp under the carving knife of time.

Hephaestus approached the fresco.

He was very close, and wanted to see more clearly, and wanted to find the secrets buried by the years.

It's a pity that the murals are too damaged. It's something that is missing. No matter how close you are, you can't get what you want.

But that didn't bother Hephaestus.

He raised his hand, and his figure seemed to overlap with the unknown god who was also standing here countless years ago with a paintbrush in his hand.

The four fingers were closed, leaving only one index finger exposed, and he used it as a pen, following the rhythm of the man countless years ago to paint on the rough wall.

As fingers slid across, clear scratches were left on the rough walls.

The murals were reproduced.

Hephaestus nodded in satisfaction.

This is the good thing about historical authority. As long as he is willing, everything that happened in the past will not be a secret to him.

Although the reappeared murals have no color, their charm is the same as before.

It can be seen that what is intended to be represented in the painting is a woman.

The woman stood above the clouds, looking down at the sentient beings below. Her figure was unusually tall, fully occupying half of the mural.

Her face is expressionless, and the indifference in her eyes is shocking even through the murals.

Below are the worshiped gods and creatures.

The more powerful the god, the closer to her, and the clearer the painting, but compared with her figure occupying half of the mural, it is nothing more than an ant.

As for the infinite creatures, they simply replaced them with dense black spots.

"Huh?" Hephaestus suddenly cried out in surprise.

I didn't pay attention when I drew it before, but now I suddenly found a flower floating in the air beside the woman.

The flowers are in a blooming posture, which is the same size as the gods worshiped in the painting, but the details of the painting are clearly visible.

Compared with the people kneeling down below, this flower looks very abrupt.

The person who painted it seems to have done it on purpose to highlight the importance of this flower to women.

"It seems to be a clue." Hephaestus thought to himself.

But only these are not enough. At present, none of the information can determine the outcome.

Hephaestus had the worst plan, that is, Nix, the goddess of the night, had already started preparing for the next reincarnation.She wants to travel to a new world across time at the cost of destroying one world.

As for her strength...

Hephaestus couldn't see clearly.

Is she great or supreme now?

It stands to reason that the person who knows her best should be Erebus, the God of Darkness, but why didn't he act?
Could it be that he couldn't bear to do anything to his former wife, or... was he preparing to retreat?
"Ah." Hephaestus sighed, his voice echoed in the temple, but there was no chaos.

No one can really know another person, because interests are united, and naturally they will be dispersed because of interests.

The person who challenged the end of time was a war with no hope from the very beginning, and it was understandable to leave a way out.

It's a pity that he has too many entanglements and can't get out of the game.

Moreover, it is not in his character to run away blindly.

It seems that the only one you can rely on is yourself.

Hephaestus walked out of the temple, and he glanced back at the temple for the last time.

The statue of Nix stands in the center, and the sides and bottom are full of gods, big and small. She is like a king of gods without a crown, ruling everything in the world.

The whole world should prostrate at her feet and humbly offer everything she has.

Standing in the chaos, Hephaestus walked forward without looking back. He waved his hand, and the temple behind him turned into smoke and was swallowed by the surrounding chaos.

Tearing off the boundary wall of the broken world, Hephaestus entered the world.

The pouring rain drenched him.

Standing in the rain, he stared at the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate through many worlds, and he saw the curtain-like night outside the world.

Nix must die. If she does not die, the whole world may be sacrificed by her, and there will be no future.

"Backtrack!" Hephaestus' roar suddenly echoed in the broken world.

For the first time, the power of history is on full display.

Back in time, the past reappears.

At this moment, the unreal past and the real present are intertwined.

The supreme will was pulled out from the past, and a bloody flower floated in front of her.

The petals are layered on top of each other, and there are countless numbers.

But Hephaestus saw the essence of the flower clearly at a glance. Every petal meant a tragic death.

In that flower, he also saw the power of dreams.

Are there signs of forcible seizure? ! !
Numerous illusory creatures from the past were raving, and they told Hephaestus the secrets he wanted to know.

"Goddess of karmic fate... Hermamene..."

"Sacrifice..."

"Mist Immortal Flower..."

"..."

Suddenly, a great will descended on the illusory supreme figure following the connection in the dark.

The illusory figure instantly became real.

"Go back." Hephaestus snorted.

As soon as the grand will came, Hephaestus didn't even see her appearance, and the illusory figure she was attached to was put back into the past by Hephaestus.

But Nix deserves to be a person who has lived and experienced hundreds of worlds. Although the time was short, she still subconsciously struck in the direction of Hephaestus.

The power of the night like flowing water swept in, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Hephaestus' mouth, who received the blow.

But he laughed.

Because he saw the details of the Knicks.

"Great!" The broken world echoed his soliloquy.

……

Chaos beyond this world.

Nix frowned beautifully in the dark night.

"Wanderer?"

Nix, who has experienced hundreds of worlds, knows the existence of wanderers, and has also seen gods become wanderers with his own eyes.

These people chose to abandon everything and hide in the broken world group to linger on their last legs, so as to escape their destined fate.

If there are not many people who choose to escape, the existence at the time of harvest will not care too much.

So every few epochs there will be one or two lucky ones.

She snorted coldly and said, "Ants should stay in the garbage dump."

"Why do you always have the idea of ​​wanting to restore your glory?"

"Next time, let's see if you die!"

　Pujie diary: I climbed a mountain today, there is a village on the top of the mountain, and there is a girl drying clothes at the head of the village.The weather is very hot, she is wearing very cool clothes, her trousers are rolled up, revealing her delicate and fair calves, what a pair of beautiful feet!The car was moving forward, but I didn't care about it. I turned my head to look at her, and was almost hit by the trailer behind.Everyone says that beautiful women come out of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, and it is true.

　　
　
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