greek mythology stuff

Chapter 79 The Primordial Three Gods
"It is also because of standing at such a height that I can understand how arrogant I used to be."

"Only then will I understand... how difficult it is to achieve greatness in a wandering way!"

"We are not the weak who are wandering one step later, on the contrary, we are the ones who hunt and kill the prey."

Uriah looked surprised.Everything Kronos said was something he had never imagined.

He hesitated and asked: "Are you so sure that we are stronger than the people in front?"

Kronos laughed: "Old friend, you have doubts only because you stand at your own height, and all your responses to the great are based on your own guesses."

"But I am truly great."

"The altitude I am at determines my vision, and my vision expands my thinking."

"Trust my judgment, you can't be wrong."

Uriah is no pedant.He just thought about it for a short while, and the whole person was relaxed.

"Now that you have made up your mind, do it your way," he said.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes fell on the parchment on the ground, and he asked Cronus: "How to deal with it?"

"It's useless, keep it... or destroy it..."

Kronos was silent for a moment.

"Destroy it," he said.

Then he picked up the parchment and stood up, looking at the dim sky.

Those wandering eyes seem to be looking for the source of light in this world.

He turned his head and added to Uriah who stood up with him: "Although the predecessor's heart was good, but the method was too rough, which made it difficult for later people to discover it."

"Especially those who have just left this world and set foot on the road of wandering. They obviously need it the most, but it is the most difficult to find it with a calm attitude."

"I plan to destroy it and leave a new and better one for future generations."

Kronos walked slowly while holding the parchment scroll.

Uriah followed behind, slightly behind by half a body.

He nodded and said affirmatively: "I understand, leave this matter to me."

Kronos glanced at him, smiled and shook his head: "You don't understand."

Under Uriah's suspicious gaze, he continued, "I'm going to do this myself."

……

Very rough indeed was the arrangement left by the former strange god upon the golden apple tree.

He borrowed the remaining light of this world to stimulate the immortal power contained in the fruit of the golden apple tree, but only formed a halo that resisted the mighty power of time within a few feet.

When Cronus and Uriah talked, they had already stepped out of the halo zone.

Losing the protection of the immortal power of the golden apple tree, the power of time immediately descended on the parchment in Cronus's hand.

It was reduced to ashes in the hands of Cronus.The ashes slipped through Cronus's fingers, danced in the air, and gradually disappeared.

As the god of time, Cronus did not help the scroll escape its fate of dissipating.

Or, that's what he meant.

He stood where he was, with his hands clasped together.

Accompanied by a loud explosion that shook the sky, the infinite mighty power has shaken this dilapidated world with the dim sky.

There is no living being, and there is no intertwined authority and source interfering with each other.

The power of time is fully demonstrated in this broken world by the great god in charge of time.

Except for the light scattered in the sky, the time of the entire broken world is going backwards.

The wind is backtracking, the clouds are drifting, and the landscape is changing.

Countless boulders the size of islands and reefs rose from the bottom of the sea, and they gathered together to piece together a huge land under Uriah's gaze.

Outside the broken world, a small stream flows in the chaos. Its source comes from the broken world, but it rushes forward, following the ancient rules to join the great river in the chaos beyond countless worlds.

Its streams suddenly began to flow back, wanting to return to where they came from.

These streams are the blood of the broken world where Cronus lives, and they are an important force for the world itself to maintain its operation and vitality.To judge whether a world has really lost its value, it only needs to see whether its blood has been drained.

Now, Cronus, the master of time, took them back instead of this broken world.

but.

This world has truly fallen, and it is meaningless to reclaim its blood.

It also needs to inject new life force into it to maintain the operation of this dead thing.

These considerations have long been considered by Kronos.

This broken world itself is valuable, as long as it prevents the blood that symbolizes its power from continuing to drain, and gives it a force to move the world around, it can draw power from the chaos again, thus rejuvenating and making everything grow.It even breeds new powers and even weaker roots.

As... a dead world.

Uriah, who was watching from the sidelines, noticed something. He turned around ahead of time and looked at the golden apple tree that gave him a strange feeling.

Under Uriah's gaze, the power of time descended suddenly.Under its catalysis, the golden apple tree planted by a strange god countless years ago began to grow crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its root system goes deep into the earth, penetrates the island where it grows, penetrates deep into the seabed, and gradually connects with every inch of land in this world, absorbing nutrients and returning its own vitality to the world.It coexists with the world, and it also coexists with the world.

And its trunk began to swell rapidly, and Cronus and Uriah flew to the distant sky together to avoid it.

Looking at their masterpieces from a distance, they could see a giant tree standing in the vast sea, and they could see the towering canopy of the golden apple tree, which was covered with golden apples that could make mortals live forever.

Finally, the ever-growing golden apple tree split the sky, and some branches and leaves were able to reach into the chaos and withstand the erosion of chaos.This part of the foliage bears a unique golden apple.

It sends a unique, invisible ripple into Chaos, into the broken world community around it.

This is a message only a god can understand, and it contains precious knowledge about wanderers...

In the world, Uriah has already seen what Cronus is doing.Bringing a dead world back to life is truly amazing!
He looked at the sky, and the sky was sinking.This is caused by the thriving golden apple tree breaking the canopy.

With a casual wave of his hand, a majestic high mountain rose from the huge land in the distant sea, connecting the sky and the earth, propping up the falling sky.

Kronos on the side saw Uriah approvingly.

But one thing was beyond his expectation.

Lights went out……

Because he wields the power of time wantonly to change this broken world, so the already shattered authority of light can no longer bear it, and returns to chaos, and this world is completely darkened.

In the darkness, the only flame light is so clear.

The light came from a raven of flames, its claws gripping the wooden handle of a lantern.It is the messenger of the fire god, flying and circling over the sea.

I saw it flying towards the sky suddenly, and its figure became bigger and bigger. When it flew to the middle of the sky, it was already an extremely huge fireball.

Then it just stopped there, and it became the "sun" of this world.

The streamer was thrown from the sky by it, and it stopped in front of the two of Cronus.

A rift spanning the infinite world and successive worlds was opened by the clear light reflected by the streamer, and a god holding an ancient book stepped out of it.

He is Hephaestus, the god of fire.

The sudden exposure made Hephaestus a little uncomfortable. He smiled and waved to the two, and asked tentatively, "Meeting you for the first time?"

(End of this chapter)