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Chapter 68 The light that fills the whole world

Time unknowingly came to midnight.

Hera had gone, and Hephaestus was alone in the closed door of the temple, thinking deeply.

For the first time, he felt that the gap between himself and those ancient gods was much bigger than he imagined.He underestimated the power of time, and the gods who stood out in countless battles.

Although their strength may not be so strong, their experience is much better than his.

Now, with the support of an ancient god, he has finally caught up.

The inside of the temple was dark, and the person responsible for the daily maintenance of the temple and lighting the lights of the Anser Church did not come tonight. Maybe he got instructions and understood that this place does not belong to mortals tonight.

Hephaestus stepped down from the altar, holding a flame in his outstretched palm, and walked slowly in the hall.

He tried to forget the divinity he had been accustomed to for a long time, recalling the memories of his mortal days in his mind.So he slowly raised his hand, and the flame in his hand turned into a torch.

The light from the torch could only illuminate Zhang Xu in front of him, so the bright temple immediately dimmed.

Hephaestus looked at the murals on the walls of the temple with the help of firelight.

The murals are painted, and the mottled walls are also rough, but it does not affect the viewing.

In the painting, he is imagined by mortals, walking on the high sky, with infinite light and heat radiating from his body.He is God, the beginning of the world.It was because of his birth that the world began to work, not because of the birth of the world that he appeared in the world.

While He treats mortals kindly, he is clearly distinguished from them because... He is God.

Let go of the torch in your hand, and the light in the temple disappears and returns to dim.

Hephaestus pushed open the door of the temple in silence and looked out at the sky.

The outside world is raining.You can't see raindrops at night, you can only hear the patter of water droplets beating the leaves.

The divinity reappeared in the corners of Hephaestus' eyes, and at this moment, he was Vulcan.

Powerful gods don't fight their hearts, they always follow it.

Just now, Hephaestus has confirmed that the mural depicts the sun god Anser, not the fire god Hephaestus, and everything here has nothing to do with him.

Whether it is doctrine or belief, it has nothing to do with him.

I can only say sorry to my mother Hera, and when Apollo takes over the position of the sun god, he will give her a satisfactory answer.

After all, the sun god chariot is his thing, not exclusive to the sun god.

Just like what he said to Hera, if he doesn't nod, no one should think about the position of the sun god.

Now, he only cares about two things, Metis' method against Hera, and...whether the root cause is the path after the Supreme!

He looked towards the distant Olympus mountain in the human world, and he didn't want to spend any more time with Metis in his heart.

Wisdom was never his strong suit, and neither was finding things.He will compromise, but he simply doesn't like noise and doesn't like exposing himself to the sun.

However, he has always had this strength.

For this reason, the only one who can ignore him is Erebus, the God of Darkness.

The rest, whether Gaia the Earth, or Tartarus the Abyss, or Hermamene, the remnant of the ancient, must look straight into his glory.

This is an undeniable fact.

It's just that he was unwilling to reveal himself in the past, and only wanted to be a neutral person with a tendency to drift outside the vortex of power and disputes among the gods.

However, from the moment he enters the vortex, no matter whether he is a mortal or a god, he must face him, think about him, and then, respect him!

Hephaestus, who made the decision, looked stern, opened his hands and slowly rose into the sky from outside the temple of Anser Church.

His eyes turned golden, and his whole body was shrouded in mist and flames. It was obvious that he had completely liberated himself as a god.

He is ready for the possible battle of the gods, and any god who sees him now can understand his strong determination in an instant.

Because of his ascension, the dark night was dispelled, the rain and clouds were evaporated together, and the whole world was filled with light.

Not bright, but flooded.

On the ground, mortals opened their doors in horror and rushed out of their homes, but all they could see were patches of whiteness.

They can hear, feel, but not see.In this light, they are like being in the dark night, no, it is more terrifying than the dark night.

After all, there is still fire and light in the dark night, but in this light, they have no choice but to bear it.

The gods fared slightly better.

They could see the moon in the sky and recognized the "sun". They were fortunate to witness the spectacle of the sun and the moon shining together.

But that's all.

The powerful gods were afraid to see Hephaestus preparing to go to war, and the weak gods had no choice but to suffer.

Even in the deepest seabed, in the bedroom of the ancient sea god Pontos, this ancient god's territory was also filled with light, but he just silently took out a cloak from the palace, and threw it away with lingering fear...

No one wants to face the serious Vulcan, he will really lose control at any time...

Hephaestus has been watching the reactions of the gods with cold eyes, and seeing that no one has any objections, he went straight to action.

His will is connected with the present world, and the divine power in his body gushes out like infinity. They spread to the sky, the earth and the sea. Wherever they go, the gods shrank and died.

The time history book appeared on its own, its pages were opened, and words and pictures appeared continuously in the blank spaces, and some places that had been recorded long ago were also being modified and inserted.

Before the history of the world was fully recorded, Hephaestus found the backhand left by Metis.

Those are two long spears, co-cast by the three cyclops brothers who are the children of the god Uranus, and they are in the same line as the "lightning" in the hands of the god king Zeus.

They hide in a cave deep underground.

The place where they are displayed is very clean, the tip of the gun is still shining coldly, it looks like someone is taking care of it from time to time.

Hephaestus reached for it in the sky, and suddenly, a divine light of unknown origin hit him.

There are gods taking risks!

The composition of his attack power is quite complicated, it should be that he didn't use his fundamental power, and Hephaestus couldn't identify who he was for a while.

It's just... weaker.

Just as he was about to respond, two bolts of thunder fell from the sky accompanied by a sneer of disdain, one shattered the divine light, and the other shattered the black hand that was reaching out to the underground cave in the dark.

Seeing this, Hephaestus shrugged his shoulders, took away the spear that Metis used to kill Hera, and also took away his own light, disappearing from the sight of the gods.

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On the ground, there is a side hall beside the temple of Anser Church.

Hera looked back at the sky in the side hall, turned her head and said to the respectful Priest Anser behind her:

"To add one more thing, he is also the god in charge of history and records."

"After you set up your own family, watch and edit it yourself."

"Remember, you have nothing to do with me or him. You are just a mortal who admired you and happened to become a god after death."

"Do this well, and I will speak well..."

(End of this chapter)