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Chapter 85 Going In A Different Direction, Wandering

A weak force came from the magic box in his hand, and the god in charge of fire let go of his hand.

It flew into the hands of Epimetheus.

Epimetheus opened it, and the power that robbed and bound the box escaped.

Most of them symbolize the dark side of the world and human nature. From the perspective of mortals, the gods in charge of them are undoubtedly evil gods.

But for the gods, including Hephaestus, there is no good or bad power, only light and dark.What matters are friends and enemies, strengths and positions, not what is outside of them.

It is undoubtedly naive to distinguish allies and enemies by the inherent light and dark attributes of power, and will be ridiculed by the gods.

The same is true of mortals.It's just that some people, with the passage of time and changing circumstances, repeat the same words, and they believe it.

But in today's world, with the popularization of faith and the end of gods who wait and see, mortals divide gods into two types.

One is a good god, which is widely spread by mortals and has many believers.One is the evil gods, they have actively resisted, and the spread of belief is difficult.

This is the unique and brilliant wisdom of mortals.

In fact, bustling is nothing more than a word of profit.

Those who are good or self-interested will spread and believe; those who are altruistic or even unfavorable will be left in the pile of old papers.

This is a mortal choice.

In order to guard against the gods who stand in the sky and are higher than them, this has become a tacit understanding among them without resorting to their mouths.

Perhaps most people do not have such clear insights and ideas, but this is an instinctive choice.

The instinct of survival, the instinct of yearning for beautiful things, and the instinct of yearning for a bright future are their source, given by Epimetheus, the weak and foolish man in front of Hephaestus.

At this moment, the power dissipated by the bound authority in the magic box, which is defined as absolutely evil in the eyes of mortals, all flow to this god who has been active since ancient times.

He was doing better and the blood was gone.

Then an illusory tiny world appeared in front of him, which was dilapidated.

Driven by Epimetheus, the evil power flows to the illusory tiny world again, wanting to repair it.

Unfortunately, with little success.

Hephaestus still remembers the original appearance of this world.The sun, the moon, the stars, birds, beasts, fish and insects, humans and gods... everything in this world is available in this tiny world.

Today, this tiny world may be on the brink of destruction.The sun and the moon fall, the stars disappear, people disappear, and the gods also usher in their twilight.

If Epimetheus, the creator, did not try his best to maintain it, this tiny world would come to an end in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Hephaestus asked him: "You paid such a high price just to dissuade me from Hermamene's entanglement, why?"

Epimetheus's chest thumped, and he set off a storm to suck the power escaping from the magic box into his belly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stopping the pain and heartache.Then he said to Hephaestus: "Hemamene's decision is beyond common sense and has problems."

"From the many powers she bestowed on her children, it can be seen that in her former world, hidden paths were not uncommon, and she is the master of this path."

"She is willing to hand over the power of plunder to her conceived heirs, I can understand. After all, nothing can replenish and restore the former power faster than faith."

"However, she wants to run into me at any cost, I can't understand."

"From the moment she made a decision, she should have known that her children would not be able to stay. Because you will definitely return, and you will definitely be able to end all of this."

"I don't understand, but I know she's the enemy."

"What she wants to do is what I want to stop."

Hephaestus raised his eyebrows: "Just because of speculation, because of uncertain consequences, you just choose to pay the biggest price?"

Epimetheus twitched his face, showing a wry smile: "What if?"

Then he said seriously: "The wisdom brought by age is immeasurable. I believe that it is not accidental that Hermamene can survive for so long."

"I would rather pay any price I can pay at this time than give her the chance to cause me to suffer unspeakable pain in the future."

Hephaestus expressed his understanding: "I understand."

But he quickly said again: "But you are still reckless. There must be a better solution."

Epimetheus nodded in response: "There must be. But the matter is urgent, and the price is something I can bear, which is very good."

In the sky not far away, Pyrrha, the daughter of Epimetheus, flew back here.

The two stopped talking and looked at her.

Her mother, Pandora, stood quietly by the side, quietly waiting for the two gods who were honored as His Majesty to finish their conversation.

Pilar noticed that Hephaestus and her father were looking at her, and for a moment she felt stressed.

She deliberately stopped behind her mother, Pandora, and greeted Hephaestus: "Your Majesty..."

The two "Your Majesty" looked at each other.

Epimetheus then turned his head and reprimanded Pyrrha, "Call me uncle..."

……

in chaos.

As if in the deepest part of the flowing endless deep night.

Hermamene stands in the dilapidated temple and looks at the world not far away.

The place where her eyes fell was the place where Vulcan and the Knower met.It was blocked by two ancient gods together, and she couldn't see anything.

Among them, Epimetheus's long-planned outbreak left her originally luxurious and restrained temple with ruins.

However, she herself was not injured.And on the contrary, her breath at this moment was unprecedentedly "pure".

In those ancient years, some roots and powers that came from dabbling and plundering through hidden paths in those ancient years were eliminated by her in a non-violent way.

To this she put into it the doom and doom which had been severed from her own roots, along with Moroes.

It's a pity that the person who is recognized as ignorant in this world reacted at the last moment, and he was indeed decisive enough...

Hermamene knew that she was left with a possible weakness, a hidden connection with her offspring, which would one day be exploited.

but.

Innocent.

She is the goddess of karma and destiny who has survived for countless years and witnessed the opening and ending of countless worlds.He even sent away many worlds with his own hands.

She once walked on the root path, and abandoned the root to defend the secret. She also wandered and was believed in.

Getting lost on a certain path is just a lost choice for her.

Ever since she saw the supreme power of her "husband" Erebus, her sense of crisis has made her want to return to the supreme.

In a short period of time, it is difficult.

It's not impossible...

Hermamene shook her head slightly in the temple, and then let go of her thoughts.

She spread her hands and lightly closed her fingertips, holding the phantom of a blood-colored flower in her palms.

This is the secret of her long-term survival, and it is also the phantom of the last power of the Misty Immortal Flower.

The form of the Misty Immortal Flower has been destroyed by the "husband" Erebus himself. Since then, there is no god in the world who can survive forever and cross the world to escape the end.

Hermamene, she is the last witness and user of this power.

The moment the misty immortal flower phantom was condensed by her, her power belonging to the goddess of causal fate blended with the night power of the Hanna Temple.

After giving up the power of stealth and plunder, causal fate and night, these two belong to the name "Nix", and the power from the same source will no longer be separated from each other.

Night poured into the temple, enveloping Hermamene.

She is about to transform!In a vagabond way!

This is the wisdom of endless ages.Wandering is not always going forward, there is only one way to go for the self who used to pick up waste, and the people who come in later generations also have this name, don't they?
Even though... the gods who fell in this world never really died, it is still possible for them to return.

Even though... Nyx, the Goddess of the Night, never really died, she still looks forward to returning.

Even if... "husband" Erebus, the god of darkness, will one day see through the dust in front of him and know the truth.

But by then, everything was settled.

The root of the night will merge with the root of causal fate to become a new root, no longer separated from each other.There can only be one will at the helm of this root, the other will be history.

The premise is that you need to temporarily hide from your "husband"'s sight, and you need to take a little risk.

Under the cover of night, Hermamene raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

all the best……

(End of this chapter)