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Chapter 123 Controlling the Fallen World

Lemnos island.

Hephaestus basked in the blazing heat and heat of the volcano.

He is forging, and occasionally stands on the throne of history and looks at the future, to see if the end is closer to them.

It is expected that he will not be able to make a move in the end, he is much more daring now.When looking out, he tried his best to see the farther future, to see the new life after the destruction beyond the final barrier.

But the end is like a cloud of fog, drawing a line between the present in front of him and the future after him. He seems to be provoking all the gods who can predict-you know that I am coming, but what can you do?You... can you face me?

Escaping from the end and defeating the end has become the ultimate puzzle for all outstanding prophets.

Hephaestus had the misfortune to foresee him, and he was fortunate enough to foresee him, and there is no doubt that he is the enemy.

Suddenly, Hephaestus, who was forged in the volcanic magma, put down the black hammer in his hand.He turned his head, his eyes passed through the sky and fell outside the world.

He was a little surprised: "Uriah? What is he doing back here..."

After thinking about it, he decided to temporarily put down the work in his hand.He wants to see if Cronus and the others have made new discoveries.

What you think is what you do.

Hephaestus threw the black hammer in his hand into the magma, and then pulled the mystery of history to cover up his figure.Having done all this, he becomes a ghost, a ghost that does not exist in earthly matter.

He walks in history as if walking in the reflection of the world.

He stays in history again, as if he exists forever in the last moment of this world.

When he was waiting for Uriah to return quietly at the end of the world, the original mountain god passed through his body without knowing it.

This is history - it cannot make people really go back to the past, but it can make the past time appear at this moment.

Hephaestus walked openly, shoulder to shoulder with Uriah, and their figures overlapped occasionally.

Hephaestus believed that in such a state, even if Uriah took precautions against him, it would be useless.

Because apart from himself, no one knows the whole of "history" better than him.

Even Cronus, the former god king, can only conjecture and guess about his power.

Cronus can use the passing "time" to figure out the passing "history", but he is not "history" after all, not Hephaestus.

So Hephaestus can hide without being careful, he can even stand in Uriah's position, pretending to be one with him, and think about his thoughts from his perspective.

……

Chaos before March.

Cronus, the former god king, and Uriah, the original mountain god, sat opposite each other.

They enjoyed melons, fruits and fine wine, discussed what they had seen and heard in the broken world, they peeked into the past from the fragments of words and broken earth and rocks left over from the years, and they also argued whose name was stronger and who was the one who could best surpass the limits of his own name .

At the end of each session, they would look at each other and smile, and then boast about each other, making the discussion end in laughter.

After leaving this world, they lived a life of mutual boasting for most of the time.

but.

They don't do nothing.

They are on the move all the time.

If there is a god who can look down on the cluster of broken worlds in the chaos, he can see an extremely shocking scene-a broken world has broken free from its eternal state, and it is moving!

It's Cronus.

He drives a world with his might, making it unstoppable.Any world corpses that stand in their way are shattered to pieces and dust.

They have been moving forward all the way, slamming savagely!
There is neither a deep understanding of the past world nor rest and dwell.

They had early insight into the truth of so-called wandering-killing faster and accumulating more power.

There was a valley beside the stone platform where they usually sat and praised each other, and there were a few corpses scattered here and there.

These corpses have the same appearance as Cronus and Uriah, but have different temperaments.They are wanderers and pioneers in the very ancient times, and they also have the two names of Cronus and Uriah.

Now they are all dead, and they have become food for those who survive to climb upward.

Suddenly, Uriah, the mountain god, stopped drinking the wine.

In the blink of an eye, he drank the fine wine that was brought to his lips.He told Cronus on the opposite side of the stone platform: "Little Chiron has struck again, this time the target is Plutos, the God of Wealth."

"This new god has a lot of connections with Demeter."

"Little Chiron is still hiding in a cave, using me to avoid Zeus's search."

Kronos curled his lips: "How much connection can there be? Could it be my grandson?"

Uriah smiled: "Not necessarily, it may be true."

The disdain on Kronos' face disappeared.He got serious: "What's going on?"

Uriah smiled and said, "I'm not sure either. This new god came out of nowhere."

"He expanded around and provoked a lot of people. Demeter did defend him."

"Half and half, there is no news about who his father is."

"What is the truth, maybe only Hephaestus, who has the history in his palm, knows."

Kronos was silent for a moment.He stood up, walked to the side of the cliff and looked down the valley. There were several corpses lying in a mess, with different death patterns.

This is a very strange feeling - looking at these corpses that are exactly like him, it is easy to think of his own death.

Kronos said to Uriah on the cliff: "The last time Triton died, I ignored it, and I didn't let you make a move."

"Should I ignore it this time?"

"It's strange for you to say that when I was here, no matter how much you fought in this world, everyone could live well."

"As soon as I left, they fought among themselves."

"Old friend, do you think I should take care of it?"

Uriah stuffed a grape into his mouth: "You can't control it."

"They have been stable for too long, and they all feel that their wings are full, and they all want to fight for more."

"Not only do you have to fight for yourself, but you also have to fight for your sons and daughters. If you control them, do you want to control their sons and daughters as well?"

"In the future, your son will have a grandson, and his grandson will have a grandson. How long do you plan to take care of it?"

"According to me, you just need to be optimistic about Little Chiron. Those on Mount Olympus are all successful and famous."

"Only little Chiron, you didn't give anything at the beginning. He has no talent, so he can only do nothing."

"If I hadn't watched him in the early years, he would either be fed to the wolves, or he would be killed by that idiot son of Helios."

Kronos thought for a while and asked, "Will Chiron feel better if Ferula is unsealed?"

"It's useful and it's useless." The original mountain god replied Cronus. "Fillula is too thin. If she had the heart, she wouldn't have abandoned Chiron when he was born."

"Chiron is not supernatural, this is to kill him!"

"It was indeed too thin at that time." Kronos sighed, as if he meant something.

As he said that, he showed the long river of time, and drew two rivers of water from it and handed it to Uriah: "Old friend, I can only trouble you to take a trip."

Uriah raised his eyebrows: "Who are they all for?"

Kronos turned around: "My poor son, and... Rhea."

(End of this chapter)