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Chapter 84 The Ancient God Who Abandoned His Children

And beyond the world weighed by vastness, in the depths of distant chaos.

The endless and deep night and the endless illusory vast world are still fighting.

Several qualified spectators are on the sidelines.They gather together, symbolizing the vast body of the world, piled up one by one to form heaven and earth.

No one has any plans to persuade a fight.

They are interested, paying close attention to the endless illusory world in the center of the battlefield.

Because Epimetheus, who is a god who has walked firmly on the path of the root, has no authority, neither benefit nor plunder.

Everything about him originates from himself, not only from himself, but also radiates into the world he created, benefiting all the spirits conceived by the world he created.

He is the source of the world, but the end of the world can never reach His height.

Therefore, He deserves so much attention from bystanders.

Even, these onlookers hoped that He would be stronger, and that he would be able to stand in an eternal stalemate with the infinitely deep night in front of him.

In this way, more of the magnificent road He created, walked, and set foot on the root can be displayed...

But the gap between strength and weakness is insurmountable after all.

Lost the ally Vulcan who is the horn of each other, even though he is Epimetheus, even though he has walked on his own, correct root path, in the face of an ancient great, even a once Such a gap cannot be crossed even by the Most High.

All he did was to support himself.

In the infinitely deep night like a millstone, he tried his best to shrink and maintain the stability of the world he created.

Hermamene, the goddess of karmic destiny, is also worthy of her ancient age. In such a peak battle of gods, authority and rules have been actively abandoned by her.

To bully the small with the big, to strengthen the weak with the strong, to oppress a latecomer who has not taken a step on the path of the root with the root of being born more lofty, and to put an end to the endless talents and means of the latecomer on the path of the root, Force him into a fight where he has an advantage.

This is a kind of means and wisdom, and it is also a necessary quality for a supreme god who has gone through ancient times.

This scene was seen by Hephaestus, the god of fire who was located in the world and stood above the sky.

He came back, no matter what the outcome, everything should be settled.

The onlookers can clearly see that this is not because Vulcan is so irresistible or irresistible, but because when he entered the game, it was the general trend.

He is balance.

The "sun" in the world can dispel the deep night, or you can choose to let go, making the world fall into the dark night forever.

Because, only Hephaestus, the god of fire, is the only qualified "sun".

Under the cold eyes of the onlookers, Hephaestus who mentioned the "sun" finally let go of his hand.

Yet the sun did not die, or rather, it never did, nor will it ever die.

Even if the god who held it let go of his hand, it will still hang in the sky.

It's just a lamp, a lantern.The wooden sticks and lines are suspended with lights, and the straight poles and vertical lines still maintain the appearance when the gods let go. Everything seems to have been stabilized, only the light that shines on the earth remains.

The onlookers watched coldly.

It's all... as expected.

Two colluding, gangsters.

And above the earth.

The shining sun is a gift to mortals.It symbolizes the power of new life, the promise of an ancient god, and the cornerstone of all mundane things becoming gods in this world. It dispels the haze and darkness of night, and brings light and warmth.

Not so with the new gods conceived by Hermamene, who symbolize the dark side of the world.

It was destruction in its purest form, a rage that consumed all.

They couldn't care less about continuing to fight with the woman holding the magic box in front of them.They're... dying.

The sun shines on their bodies, like the early sun on the snow.Maybe it can still compete in a short period of time, but if you don't do something, if you don't go to a backlit corner, it will definitely melt.

As the spectator Hephaestus thought, they could only seek more from Hermamene, the source of their power.

Whether active or forced, they need more to counteract the destructive power over them.

And every time their strength increases, the destructive power over them will become stronger, and in the chaos, the power of Hermamene, who trapped Epimetheus, the latter-knower, will become weaker.

This gave Epimetheus a difficult respite.

He was overjoyed, knowing that the allies had returned.

But soon his heart sank again: don't kill them, don't kill those new gods!Hermamene did it on purpose!
He began to frantically operate the law principles in the vast and endless illusory world he created, forcing it to expand and spread, trying to open a hole in the deep and cruel night before his eyes.

But the woman hiding in the deep night just let out a soft hum, responding forcefully to his stronger pressure.

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In this world, the new gods bred by Hemamene are already in a very difficult situation, but the ever-increasing destructive power in their bodies forces them to ask for more from the source of power.

Like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Whether to die immediately or offend their own mother god to gain a chance of survival, they have made their own choices.

Suddenly, in an increasingly tense tug, the thread snapped...

The power that flowed continuously from the source disappeared without a trace.

Everything happened very suddenly, and Hephaestus couldn't hold back in a hurry, and accidentally crushed a group of people to death.

The wooden box transformed by Epimetheus in Pandora's hand opened automatically, and the authority granted by Hermamene to these new gods who were accidentally killed by Hephaestus flowed into it.

The rest of the new gods were slightly stronger grasshoppers, and hurriedly fled around dragging their seriously injured bodies.

There are also those with poor concentration and immature minds who stay where they are.

They murmured repeatedly without spirit, as if they had lost their souls: "The Mother God has abandoned us...the Mother God has abandoned us..."

Hephaestus descended from the sky, and took the magic box from Epimetheus' wife, Pandora, who calmly held her hands aside.

A dangerous cold light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

For enemies that have lost their use value—eliminating all evil and doing everything, cutting grass and root is his consistent principle.

The magic box in his hand has absorbed the authority of the fallen new gods and closed it.

But Hephaestus had foreseen it - when he opened the box, it would all be over.

Including the battle of gods in the distant chaos.

Just as the "bystanders" commented on his fear in their hearts - when he returns, everything will be settled.

But to Hephaestus' surprise, the magic box in his hand opened by itself.

He looked out of the world, and Epimetheus returned from the blood with a broken arm.And the night that was forcibly opened a hole has receded like a tide.

Epimetheus' voice sounded weak, and he must have paid a high price.

He said to Hephaestus, "Don't kill them, Hermamene did it on purpose."
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Q: Is my writing broken?
Answer: Oh, it's always broken, full of bugs.

Re: That's all right.

(End of this chapter)