greek mythology stuff

Chapter 64 Anther Church
The relationship between the gods is extremely chaotic and complicated.

If we judge the closeness and distance between them based on the concept of the existing human beings on the earth, we will find that most of them can be traced back to the same ancient father or mother god.

But they will still turn against each other, draw allies according to their personal preferences, and fight against anyone or anything they don't agree with.

So human concepts do not apply to gods.

What can be recognized by them is only strength, power and their own hearts.

Gein, no matter it is five years, ten years, a hundred years or even thousands of years, compared with their long life, it is just an insignificant scratch.

Such a short period of time cannot be called an age gap.

As far as they are concerned, only the strength in their hands can make them behave a little more calmly.

Therefore, in addition to the essential roots that they were born with or possessed, they have all more or less set foot in the fields of other gods, mastered some secret "means", and have also plundered or been plundered.

This is a secret war between the gods, and it is also a carnival that belongs exclusively to the gods.Although it was not as grand as the two wars between the gods and kings, it never stopped.

But the gods are willful, and all the beasts or things in the world that have been stained with divine brilliance are drawn into the vortex of this hidden war by their singing.

While despising these ferocious beasts flowing with the blood of the gods and the strange things with divinity, they danced with them enthusiastically, ready to devour their value or be trampled under their feet.

including humans.

This result has been doomed from the moment of human birth.

At that time, human beings were only men, and there were already more enthusiastic and open goddesses who contacted them and selected valuable pawns, spouses or lovers from them.

The three identities can be transformed anytime, anywhere, randomly, and can be owned at the same time.

Until the last moment, the chosen one will never know where he is in the heart of the goddess, or if he is nothing... not even a dog.

After the flood destroyed the world, the number of newborn humans began to expand again. Among them, there were men and women, scattered all over the land.

Once the number increases, there will be all kinds of people, and if there are ugly ones, there will naturally be beautiful ones.

For the gods, good-looking skins are also a manifestation of value, and they are more willing to favor these good-looking skins.

Moreover, at this time, human beings no longer only have men, but also women.

This means that enthusiastic and open male gods can also enter.

They have a surprisingly tacit understanding with the goddesses, and work hard together to spread their blood in the world.

With the increase and participation of miscellaneous gods, the turbulent vortex of the hidden war among the gods has become uncontrollable and unstoppable.

Hephaestus was born relatively late, less than a thousand years ago.

During this period, there were beautiful goddesses who came to Lemnos Island to show off their heads and look at them secretly, but they always refused to give substantive expressions. What they coveted was nothing more than his status as the eldest son of Hera.

So he hasn't answered anyone clearly so far.

Over time, the goddesses all knew that the god in charge of the flames was unwilling to get involved, at least on the surface.He was just ugly, but not stupid, so he stopped coming.

At that time, in order to avoid these beautiful goddesses with impure purposes, Hephaestus also specially built a hidden shelter for himself.

The name of the shelter is "Frontier", and it is hidden in the sea beside the island of Lemnos.All the artifacts made by Hephaestus are stored in it, and it is his real family property.

The "works" circulated outside the "border" are only a very small part of it.

On the golden sandy beach of Lemnos Island, Hephaestus had a dark face precisely because of the "border" issue. Someone bypassed the entry ceremony he set up and slipped in quietly.

This greatly disturbed his mood and schedule.

He originally wanted to meet with his good friend Epimetheus in person, ask Metis about the news and contact him by the way, but now that the house has been stolen, it is important to catch the thief.

However, he didn't enter the "border" immediately, but picked a red maple leaf in the woods by the coast, used the leaf as a letter paper, and wrote on it.

On the leaves he detailed his dreams and what he supposed to be about the struggle between Metis and his mother Hera.

After releasing the leaves, he stepped out of Lemnos Island and walked on the sea.

A flat reef rises from the ocean floor, its mottled textured surface exposed offshore.

Hephaestus took out a candle, lit it, and placed it in the middle of the reef.A beam of solid firelight shot out from the center of the candle immediately, opening an illusory channel above the reef.

Put away the candles, step into the passage, and the grand and simple palaces unfold in front of your eyes.

The sky is an old yellow, like the pages of a yellowed book. The earth does not exist here, and the palace is supported by countless floating islands.

A big fireball hangs in the middle of the sky, emitting a dim light, but it is not dazzling when viewed directly, just like a painting.

Hephaestus floated like the undead in the underworld, shuttling and patrolling among the floating islands.

He placed the strength and guts of the visitor in a very high position, so he checked extra carefully.

Even so, no trace of the person was found.

The dazzling collections in various palaces lie quietly on the shelves, and nothing is missing.

Not only that, but there is something more here...

Hephaestus straightened his mind and looked at the fireball in the sky with wide eyes.

That fireball was part of his power, and it was separated very early to serve as an oil lamp for this small world.This is also one of the very few divine powers that he has not regained after reaching the peak of the power of the gods.

Now it is covered with invisible threads, on the one hand, it is turned into fuel to fuel its power, and on the other hand, it is also slowly changing its nature.

Hephaestus laughed, but said nothing.

Since he learned of the existence of faith in the world and understood its nature, he isolated himself from everything, and he did not ask for anything.

He easily recognized that the silk thread was faith, produced by mortals, but could enhance the power of gods.

It's just that I don't know who wrote it, is it a show of favor or ulterior motives?

In an instant, Hephaestus had gone through countless replies in his heart, but he never showed it on his face.

It's just a thought that followed the opposite direction of belief to find the past. If you want to trace the source, you have to scare the snake.

His thoughts come to the place where the source of belief is the most.

This is a temple, an extremely lively temple, and thoughts are attached to the candles used to illuminate the temple, so Hephaestus can see the whole picture of the temple.

The men and women who come and go are all believers, and they worship together the statue with a blurred face in the center of the hall.

Hephaestus stayed for a moment and had already figured out the situation.

Doubt flashed in his eyes: "It's interesting."

Although the prayers of these believers are ambiguous, they are extremely clear, and there are many references to the first flame, the only flame, and other words.

Based on these two items alone, no matter who their god is, their prayers and faith can only reach him, because he is the original and only Vulcan, the real source of fire.

And I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the people who built this temple called him the great god who is in charge of the sun, fire and light, not only blurring the face of his statue, but also misrepresenting his name, calling him Anser-the sun God Ancer!
In the "border", the body of Hephaestus raised his eyebrows.

Whether it was intentional or whether the wandering remnants of the previous world were real, he would soon find out.

In his eyes, the believers in the temple, whether men, women or children, were all traced back to the past to point him to the truth.

He soon discovered that those believers were monogamous regardless of their power and status.This is rare.

Hephaestus couldn't help exclaiming secretly: "Mother?!"
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ps: Some things have been deleted, so be it.

(End of this chapter)