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Chapter 54 Pulling back the curtain of chaos

Epimetheus ignored Hephaestus' ridicule, and he controlled Hypnos' body to continue into the night.

Through the perspective of Hypnos, he can also see the inside of the night outside the chaos. There are no stars or moons here, which is similar to groping in the dark, but the essence of the two is different.

In the darkness is the silence of death, which is the end and destination of all things.Although the night is equally quiet, there is a sense of prosperity.

"Huh?" Two doubtful voices sounded almost simultaneously.

But the two things seem to be puzzled by different things.

In the illusory dreamland in the corner of the underworld, the illusory body of the sleeping god Hypnos subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see more clearly.

Although the will and the body are separated, he can still connect the will and the body through the unique authority and the blessing of dreams, so as to peek into the outside world.

His face became serious, and the frequent blinking of the corners of his eyes revealed anxiety.

Make no mistake, Mother has changed, her essence has changed.Although the night seen by the physical body is still quiet, it is mixed with something different, which has a taste of madness.

"In the end what happened?"

In the chaos, before the night.

Hephaestus looked to Epimetheus. "What happened?" he asked.

Epimetheus frowned, controlled Hypnos' body and walked forward for a while, trying to verify his guess.

But wherever he went, nothing but silence was still.

He said affirmatively to Hephaestus: "We have been discovered."

"It is impossible that Hermamene has not come to guide her child for so long."

"She's waiting for us to go in."

Hephaestus twisted his head and wrist, making a crisp creaking sound: "Then go in."

"We've already been mentally prepared, haven't we?"

Epimetheus nodded, and the two walked straight into the night.

Said casually to Hephaestus as he walked Epimetheus: "Where did you learn this, I mean neck twisting and wrist twisting."

"This habit is not good, it seems that you are naive."

Hephaestus smiled: "Let's enhance the atmosphere."

"If we don't do anything, wouldn't it look like the two of us are stupid."

"I came here from a long distance, but it seems like a believer who came here on purpose for a pilgrimage."

"After doing this action, Hermamene will know that I'm here to mess things up."

Epimetheus narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then he also turned his head and wrist, making a crisper sound.

"Mine is louder than yours," he said.

The two looked at each other and laughed happily at the same time.

Ahead is the temple floating in the dark night. At this point, no one will retreat, and there is no chance to retreat.

Walking into the temple openly, Hermamene has been standing in the temple waiting for a long time.

There is a statue of herself behind her, and below the statue are countless statues of other gods who are shorter.

Supporting the temple are ten massive columns with a painted dome above it.

Epimetheus stretched out his finger and pointed in one direction, and Hypnos' body walked over, hiding behind the pillar like a powerless puppet.

Hermamene has not moved, just looked at them from above.

When the two of them looked directly at her, she said, "My opponent is not you."

"Leave Hypnos, and then leave my temple, I can forget the past."

What responded to her was Hephaestus' sarcasm: "Stupid thing, you have lived too long and your brain has rusted."

Needless to say, the war has begun.

Epimetheus glared, a grand real world appeared in the chaos, covering the eternal night from top to bottom, Hephaestus followed closely, the history books and streamers appeared in his hands, Countless broken worlds bloom one after another, appearing in the night.

In this world, countless gods were terrified, and they looked at the direction of the loud noise coming from the chaos.

It had been many years since there had been such a big change. Some gods were so arrogant that they were challenging the authority of the original gods.

They were terrified, their bodies trembling with fear, but they never dared to look away.

In the sky, broken illusory worlds continue to fall, accompanied by the damaged part of the night and mountains and rivers, flowing fire across the sky, igniting the earth, and pulling the curtain of chaos.

Newborn humans and birds and beasts fled frantically on the earth, trying to avoid this sudden disaster.

"Fire...fire..." they cried and roared.

There are burning flames and thick smoke reaching the sky everywhere. Forests, grasslands, houses, farmland, everything that has been built with hard work has been burned.

There are constantly beings being crushed by the rocks falling from the sky, the night and even the illusory world, and they can no longer make a sound.

They yearn for miracles, dreaming of a strong man standing upright, who can easily lift the mountains and even the world falling from the sky.

But a miracle is called a miracle because it is impossible to achieve.

Pandora looked at all this blankly. She worried about her husband's life and death, and felt sorry for her compatriots on the earth.

She wants to do something.

So she fell to her knees and prayed helplessly to Hestia, the goddess who had helped her.

Among the gods, she trusted only one goddess, except her husband Epimetheus.

The prayers and appeals of the favored are always quickly known to the gods who care about her.

A gentle sigh resounded throughout the world.The flame subsided, and the falling rocks and the broken illusory world slowed down, as if being gently held by a pair of hands, and then gently placed on the ground, the broken fragments of the night were also blocked from the world.

……

The goddess of glory, Aglaia, couldn't believe it. She actually felt the breath of her brother Hephaestus in the falling fire from the sky.

Regardless of the strange eyes around her, she rushed back to Lemnos like a madman.

On the island, the temple of Vulcan stands alone.

The decoration in the temple is monotonous and looks very empty.So whoever is missing can be known at a glance.

Clotho, the former fate weaver, knelt in the temple, with a newly molded statue in front of him.

What kind of mood does a god have to pray for another god, willing to lower his status to become his believer, Aglaia doesn't know.

She took a deep breath to calm down, and knelt down beside Clotho.

Their beautiful and solemn humming sounded in the temple:

"Noble and mighty Hephaestus, tireless fire!"

"Spirits shining in the fire, shining for mortals."

"You bring the light, you are the immortal craftsman with firm hands."

"Master of fire, the unimpeachable fundamental element of the universe."

"You are the supreme god who devours, conquers, and consumes everything."

"The sky, the sun, the stars, the moon, and the clear light all show mortals your share."

"You haunt family communities, city-states, and crowds, and you dwell on people, rich and powerful."

"Listen, God of Bliss, please accept this holy sacrifice."

"Come kindly, that we may have the joy of our labors, and the wrath and madness of the tireless flame."

"Because of you, the fire of nature burns within us."

(End of this chapter)