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Chapter 48 The Wandering Supreme and the God of Creation

When Nix, the goddess of the night, mentioned the word wanderer in the chaos outside the world, in a broken world not far away, a god suddenly turned his head, his eyes were sharp, and he stared at the direction of the world.

There are a lot of flowers around him, delicate and colorful blooming flowers and green vegetation cover the unsightly earth, the sky is blue, but there is no sun.

The light source of the entire broken world comes from a strange plant on the ground. The size of this plant is variable. Among them, the tall one is like a hill, and the short one is like an ordinary flower. The spherical fruit is transparent and emits a soft light.

This unknown deity showed some impatience, his figure suddenly blurred and appeared on the highest mountain in the broken world.

He looked at the chaos here, and an infinitely beautiful world seemed to emerge in his eyes. In that world, there were not only plants, but also creatures, who could talk to him; Fear him, and respect him, just like... the weak self.

He was a little excited: "This day has finally come."

"There must be wanderers from other eras who found that new world."

"Fortunately, I am not the same as before. I am standing at the pinnacle of the power of the gods. I am the most powerful supreme."

"However, we still have to hurry over there."

"If it's too late, it won't be good for that newborn world to be destroyed."

He stretched out his hand, and the blue sky rolled up from both sides, turning into a scroll-shaped artifact.

The scroll shrunk and fell into his palm, revealing the black and broken sky.

Then he stepped into the chaos without looking back, and walked in the direction of the world full of joy.

Behind him, the source of all prosperity was lost, and everything in the broken world withered instantly, revealing a terrifying land.

Because everything is false, and now it is just a return to the former truth.

This god seems to be full of confidence, because he firmly believes that the end of the god's power is the supreme, and the cowardly and evasive self in the past has passed away.

Now, he was going to "talk" with the people who harvested his own world.

But if you have never seen the scenery on a high place with your own eyes, how can you be sure that you are standing on a high place...
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the present.

A rift was opened in the Vulcan Temple, and the wounded Hephaestus walked out of the rift.

He immediately used his authority to look back at history, wanting to know what new changes had taken place in the world during his absence.

Immediately, his brows frowned.

A group of gods suddenly appeared on the earth. They were active everywhere to show their existence, and they claimed to be the children of Nyx, the goddess of the night.

In the part of Hephaestus that belongs to the concept of "human beings", the authority of these new gods is not very good.

Sarcasm, discord, deceit, evil, it seems that someone deliberately connected them with the living beings, allowing them to have impressive power in a short period of time, but also lowered their upper limit as gods, making them unable to leave the living beings , let alone step into chaos for a long time.

Hephaestus was a little puzzled: "Is it so fast?"

"Is it because I alarmed her?"

On the side, Clotho heard the sound and got up from the bed.

This crib originally belonged to Hephaestus, and now she also fell in love with the activity of sleeping.

After all, there are powerful people in front, so they can be so carefree.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Why so fast?"

"Did you find anything else in the chaos?"

Hephaestus didn't want to pay attention to her. Putting a bed in the temple is already very abrupt, and putting another one is unsightly. He sleeps directly in mid-air, but he always feels that he has lost his original taste.

He gave Cloto a blank look: "Sleep with you, I'll go out for a while."

Then he stepped into nothingness to the dwelling of Epimetheus.

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Hephaestus walked out of nothingness, just in time to see that Epimetheus was also traveling far away, he opened a rift leading to chaos, and explained some matters that need attention to Pandora.

Seeing Hephaestus coming, he raised his eyebrows and asked Pandora to go back to the house first.

Hephaestus asked him, "Where are you going?"

"Creation?"

Epimetheus's tone was a little lazy, and most of the time he had a decadent temperament: "How is it possible, that's all after I set foot in greatness."

"Now go find a good place in advance, so as not to be affected when the world is destroyed."

Hephaestus: "Do you believe this?"

Epimetheus made a haha: "You must try it."

"If you really can't escape, it's not too late to work hard with you."

He issued an invitation: "Want to come together?"

Epimetheus had a good idea. He found another way and forced a better one among the few choices.

Hephaestus decided to put aside the Knicks for the time being, and discuss the feasibility of this method with him.

He asked, "Where are you going? Any ideas?"

Epimetheus: "Look for it slowly, it must be as far away from this world as possible."

Hephaestus asked him tentatively, "Do you know the world that was destroyed before?"

The decadence disappeared, and Epimetheus showed his sharp side. He caught a key word, and the whole person became serious: "Once upon a time?!"

Hephaestus: "It seems you don't know."

He slowly told Epimetheus: "It is not a coincidence that the person at the end of time will appear, this is not the first world he harvested."

"Behind the body of Erebus, the God of Darkness, is full of corpses from the previous world."

"The number is temporarily unknown, and I haven't found the end of these worlds until now."

"They are like ants gathering together, extending along the river of vows flowing in chaos. Whenever a new world is born, a new member will be added there."

"I went back in time through authority and found that every world is telling the story of "us"."

"Maybe the direction of the story is different, but the protagonists of the story are all us."

Epimetheus was deep in thought, and he suddenly asked Hephaestus: "Do you think we are really ourselves? Or are we just someone's reflection, false?"

Hephaestus answered him, "I don't know."

"But I think I'm real, and I feel like it is."

"that's enough."

Epimetheus: "That makes sense."

"I think I understand what you mean. You mean that I should create a new world deep in those destroyed worlds."

"After all, it was destroyed, and it is difficult to be remembered and noticed."

Hephaestus was satisfied: "No, that's what you meant."

　Flushing Street Diary: When I walked through the village today, I found that there were red bayberry trees and peach trees in the courtyard, and some fruit-bearing branches protruded from the courtyard wall.How can you return empty-handed after entering Baoshan?Without further ado, I picked two peaches first. Unfortunately, the bayberry tree was a bit high and I couldn't jump.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)