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Chapter 66 Killing the Sun

Watching the messenger of Epimetheus go away, Hephaestus closed the "border" and came to the world after a little planning.

He descended in the quaint and bright temple of Anser Church. The clay statue on the altar seemed to know that he was coming, and silently made room for him.

He just sat cross-legged on the altar like this, but none of the believers who came and went below noticed anything strange. They didn't know that Anser, the sun god they devoutly believed in, had visited their holy place in person.

The history books recording the past appeared in the hands, and the yellowed pages were read one after another. Those legends that shocked and incredible to mortals are just the words of today's Vulcan to pass the time.

After a while, there was the sound of hasty footsteps in the temple. The steps were hurried, but they were deliberately light, accompanied by heavy panting.

It was easy to tell from the panting that the person who came was very old.

With a gentle voice, he dispersed the believers in the temple, and then closed the gate of the temple.

It was a physical job, and he spent a lot of time on it.

But his condition is very good, and there is even a kind of youthful vitality that should not appear in his aging body.

The visitor should be very prestigious in the Anser Church. Faced with the unprecedented event of closing the temple and closing it, although the believers were puzzled, they did not rush against him.

After finishing what he thought he should do, he stood still under the altar.

He also seemed to be particular about the position he stood on. He deliberately stood on the left side of Hephaestus close to the pillars in the temple. It was neither far nor close to Hephaestus, as if he was standing right in the heart of Hephaestus. promise him his place.

He bent his waist, lowered his head slightly, and stared at the ground peacefully with his eyes.

He didn't speak, and Hephaestus naturally wouldn't take the initiative to talk to him. For a while, there was only the sound of pages turning in the history books in the temple.

After looking through the past of the current sun god Helios, Hephaestus was puzzled.

He looked up the history, and the fragmentary past of this person was very clear, but he didn't even find his wife's name, as if this person never existed.

Where has she gone?

Hephaestus was absolutely sure that she had lived, maybe not a spectacular life, but she had lived.

Is she dead?Completely dead?
Hephaestus roughly had the answer in his mind.

Taking advantage of his spare time, he raised his eyes and looked at the current Anser priest who was standing aside for a moment.

This is a kind old man, wearing a simple custom-made priest costume, with very few accessories on his body, most of which are made of wood, and the surface has been polished, simple but very clean.

The square face is covered with wrinkles, although the expression at the moment is humble and solemn, but somehow gives people a feeling of benevolence and kindness.

He just stood there quietly, not appearing inferior in his inferior position.

Hephaestus found this man very interesting.

He had sealed off the place early on, and it was certain that no god would send a message to the old man, but he still came.

Assuming he didn't know his coming, his behavior was irrational.

But if he knew he was coming, how did he know?

He... is just a mortal.

Hephaestus knew his origin, his life was unremarkable, he was chosen by the first priest of Anser by chance, it was as simple as that.

He is now the second priest of the Church of Anser.

It seems that his intuition and self-confidence are not bad, and he also knows how to be humble and seize opportunities, which is very good.

Suddenly, the walls around the temple began to become mottled and blurred, becoming unstable.

Hephaestus knew that it was his mother Hera who had arrived.

He stepped down from the altar, and there was sacrificial wine in front of the altar.

Conjuring a wine glass out of thin air, he poured one for Hera and another for himself, and placed it on the corner of the altar.

Then the stone altar moved aside by itself.

When the surrounding walls were no longer mottled, Hera was already sitting on her golden throne, truly descending here.

Her throne is in the place where Hephaestus used to be.

Hephaestus didn't give a damn, he smiled at Hera and said:

"Mother, it's not a good thing to travel through time."

"You've lost a valuable experience forever."

Hera frowned, and looked at Priest Anser who was standing beside her.

"Why is he here? What do you mean?"

"Are you willing to follow my arrangement to absorb the faith?"

Hephaestus glanced at the old man and organized words in his heart.

He thought for a moment before realizing that he had forgotten his name, but it didn't matter.

He explained to Hera: "No, he discovered it himself."

"He felt that I was here, and he just believed in himself, so he came to serve."

"Actually, he neither sees nor hears."

"Let him stay here. After all, it's rare to meet such a peaceful and devout person. He doesn't have the blind obedience of fanatics, and he doesn't just object like unbelievers."

"He's very nice."

Hera nodded: "Then let him stay here."

She would agree, but the old man standing below actually bowed to the altar and left voluntarily.

He walked to the door, trying to open it again with great effort.

Hera was surprised. "It's very good," she said.

Immediately with a movement of his fingers, the two gates of the temple opened by themselves.

The old man was not surprised, but seemed more pious.

When he went out, Hephaestus closed the door.

Then he looked at Hera, without any intention of speaking first.

Hera picked up the original words. She looked at Hephaestus and said, "It's not that I want to jump for a while, it's just that there are too many things that bother me."

"Since your battle with Hades, good and bad things can't find you, so you have to come to me."

"Fortunately, you've grown up, so I don't have to look at you anymore."

"Speaking of which, are you interested in the position of the Sun God?"

Hephaestus smiled wryly, "Didn't you arrange everything?"

"Not only has Anser Church been arranged, but you also know the "border" that I thought was secret."

"Should I say that I am worthy of being the one who watched you grow up?"

Hera gave him a meaningful look: "I have indeed made arrangements, but this is all I can do."

"I'm just your mother, I can't force you."

"I can only say, I hope you become the sun god, and I hope you walk on the path of faith."

"Because it is foreseeable that faith will be the beginning of another hidden war."

Hephaestus asked her back slowly: "Then what about Helios? After losing the power of the sun, what role can he play?"

Hera replied indifferently: "Has there ever been such a person as Helios?"

"I watched you grow up, and I know that you secretly hold the authority of history, but can you find any history about Helios' wife?"

Hephaestus raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "You want to kill him?"

Hera sneered and replied, "It is "we" who want to kill him."

(End of this chapter)