greek mythology stuff

Chapter 125 The Thirty Thousand Years Stolen

As soon as he returned to Lemnos, Hephaestus began to forge.

During the period, Hera sent news that the goddess of time, Rhea, had left Mount Olympus to relax on the earth.

Hephaestus didn't have time to pay attention to the goddess. Recently, he spent a lot of time on forging.

He hung the sketch of the Cronus battle ax on the cliff of the volcano, and he had to take a look at it from time to time, and then carefully conceived and figured out the shape of the battle ax power.

Cronus' battle ax can erase the past, making it impossible for the gods killed by it to return.

It's just that the power forms of the gods are ever-changing, and this kind of "killing" is not thorough.

Even if some powerful gods lose their past, their will will not die.After a long time, there is always the possibility of them returning.

Even... At that time, no one remembered them anymore.

Because the previous generation of God King Kronos cannot completely erase a person's past, or in other words - the past of a god.

As long as they can resist Cronus, even if they can only persist for a while, Cronus can't really kill them.

Because as long as they can resist, it means that the gap between the roots is not absolute. If the power of time wants to erase their will, they must crush the roots they symbolize.

So it's easy to defeat, but hard to kill.

For powerful gods, defeat is useless, but an alternative form of long sleep.

Their will will be sheltered by the root, waiting for the next return until the world is destroyed and the root is lost.

As long as—they think they are eternal, don't think they die in a long sleep, and then sleep forever, sleep...

But in this world, how many people can resist the great Cronus?

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the current battle ax is still in the hands of Cronus, it will still be one of the top artifacts in this world.

Hephaestus wanted to reproduce it, or rather - imitate it.

Hephaestus does not grasp the power of time. In order to make the imitation Tomahawk closer to the real one, he has added the power of dozens of different authorities to it.

He even added history, just to breed enough excellent and weird authority.

Such gestation is not one time, but many times.

Because each time, what Hephaestus built was just a part of the imitation battle axe.Just for the handle of the axe, he split it into dozens of pieces to cast.

These parts will eventually be pieced together to form a complete battleaxe with different newly born powers.

This imitation battle ax is the most cumbersome artifact Hephaestus has ever built. It is just an ax, but it has to carry hundreds of different powers.

Compensating for quality with quantity, Hephaestus hopes that its power can reach the level of the real thing, even if it is only enough in terms of destructive power.

He began to look forward to this battle ax being held tightly by someone. If that person can go one step further and grasp all the authority carried on the battle ax, and then go one step further and unify all...

Such a scene is unimaginable!

The vortex of flames surging in the volcano subsided, and Hephaestus intended to rest for a while.

On the way, Clotho sent a wooden tray floating on the lava, with rose wine and exquisite pastries on it.

Hephaestus took a sip of the fine wine, and as usual used history to peek into the future and the end.

"Huh?" Hephaestus asked in surprise.

He saw that the distance between the end and the present was getting closer—He would come sooner.

This distance is still getting closer!
Someone is stealing time from the future!

Hephaestus looked along the ripples in the long river of time, and immediately found the vortex rooted in the present world.

The face of a goddess is reflected in the vortex, which is Rhea, the goddess of time.

"What are you doing? Think you didn't die fast enough?!"

Hephaestus didn't hesitate, he—he came!

But he wasn't the one who got there the fastest.

In the barren mountain temple, some gods arrived first.

Still two.

Hades stood in the temple with his black cloak and mist covering his face tightly. Wherever he walked, the dying cold of Hades covered the ground with frost.

And in the corner of the temple, although there were no figures, the darkness that had come to life was squirming.

Hades and Erebus did not hide anything at this moment, their power was brilliant, wantonly revealing their roots.

Opposite them, Rhea, the goddess of time, is holding a mirror, looking at Hades with great interest, looking at... her son...

The mirror in her hand has no mirror surface, the original mirror surface has become a vortex, and the other side of the vortex is the river of time.

Hephaestus entered the temple, and immediately attracted the attention of Rhea, the goddess of time.

She burst out laughing, and called the three of them one by one: "Erebus, the end of all things, Hades, the imminent death, and Hephaestus, the history."

"It's all one thing in the open, and another in the dark."

Rhea said here smiling and looking around in the temple: "Is there any more?"

"Is anyone else coming?"

Hades answered her words slowly: "No more, mother."

"You should stop, you have no idea what you're doing."

"I don't understand? You mean the one with the sickle?" Rhea smiled, her tone half helpless and half self-deprecating: "How could I not understand?"

"Both your father and I symbolize time, he is the past of time, and I am the future of time."

"The one with the sickle, I discovered it long before you. I probably discovered it before you were born."

"The one who doesn't understand should be your father!"

In the creeping darkness in the corner, Erebus, who is in charge of the darkness, suddenly interjected: "Then you are asking for trouble."

Hephaestus stared at the scene in front of him coldly.He discovered the key point - Rhea is not a powerful god, she fell to the bottom, but did not choose to get up.

He asked the graceful goddess in front of him: "Grandmother, what is your purpose? If I remember correctly, Uriah went back to this world and gave you the time allocated by Cronus."

"You don't need any time in this world to get back to the top."

"So why don't you use it?"

Rhea, the goddess of time, didn't panic at all: "If I use it, how can I steal the time in this world if I am perfect?"

Such an answer is surprising.

Hephaestus' face turned cold for a moment: "Grandma, I've already given you enough face..."

Hades, who was also standing in the temple, was more direct. He had already clenched the spear in his hand, and his eyes under the hood gleamed with a faint cold light.

The tense atmosphere in the temple seems to have nothing to do with Rhea, she just smiled: "I probably have had enough, in the river of time, the ever-changing future has no tributaries like the established past."

"I am the future of time, and this result is too disappointing for me."

As she said that, she looked at Hades: "My eldest son, I want to escape from here. It's so lonely in the chaos. Do you mind if I take away a 'little' time in this world?"

Hades snorted coldly: "It's close to 3 years!"

Rhea's bright smile became more cheerful: "So what, if I don't restrain myself, it will be more than 3 years."

"Or...do you want to kill your mother?"

"Dare you? Do you know the time?"

Her provocative gaze swept over the three of them one by one: "Before you send me to eternal sleep, do you think I can bring the one with the sickle back to the present?"

"How much time in this world do you think I can devour?"

"Want to gamble with me with your life?"

There was silence in the temple.

Creeping darkness was the first to recede: "You can't stay weak forever."

"There's always a day when you can't help it."

"Beware of me, even in chaos."

"The day you return to the top is the day when you will die."

Hephaestus is the second.

He sighed: "Riya, 3 years is the bottom line..."

(End of this chapter)