Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 145: The End of the Second Round Please Forgive Me for Being So Incompetent
"Beasts are the enemies of humans..."

Surren sighed quietly. He looked down at Greece and the entire Age of Gods with compassion: "But there are countless sufferings and no end in sight. Only the beast, only the evil, can save mankind."

"If I can't save the Age of the Gods in Greece, does that mean I can't save the end of humanity?"

"What I insist on, what I want to witness, is definitely not a vast white land of steel!"

Surren's paranoia all stems from the inevitable destruction of human history, which will end in 2016 and become the "Earth of Steel" or the "Moon Coral".

From ancient times to the present, from the distant Seres in the east to Greece and Rome in the west, Northern Europe in the north, Egypt and India in the south, etc.

All civilizations with ancient civilizations, with the protection of the Age of Gods and great gods, know that the future of mankind must be the end, but even the gods with infinite wisdom, infinite power, and infinite strength have all acquiesced to the final outcome.

It was as if they had unanimously acquiesced to the end of the Age of Gods, choosing to withdraw from this rich and beautiful era and return everything to humanity.

"It's not the right time yet... It's not the right time yet..."

Suerlun tried his best to curb his bestiality. He sat on the golden throne, and now only one hand could move. He was using his absolute will to refine his own body as a signpost, solidifying this era on the golden throne.

From then on, the Age of Gods was eternal, but the price was that Surlun could never leave the throne.

This is the final tyranny of the Golden King Surlun.

Like the omnipotent Zeus in the Lostbelt, he denied that humans were capable of creating a new future. He single-handedly determined the future of all Greece and all mankind, and kept the beauty, happiness, and peace of the Age of Gods forever in this moment.

From then on, the Greek Age of Gods would be passed down forever, people could be resurrected after death, fruits would grow again after being harvested, and rivers would always flow with the fragrance and sweetness of milk and honey. The peak of the Age of Gods had now ushered in true grandeur.
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"Sullen, the Human Survival Agency, the savior of Chaldea will arrive in this Lostbelt soon."

Suren was originally an eternal supporter, with Athena standing in front of him. In this unknown area beyond the world, beyond human history, and beyond time, only powerful gods can come and go freely.

"It's okay. I have refined the entire territory of Greece."

"I have infiltrated the entire earth with my spiritual will. Even if the world is destroyed, my spiritual power is enough to perfectly replicate and print a new era of gods."

After a while, Suerlun's voice sounded, and he said calmly: "I am observing the Greeks of the Age of Gods. This will be an anecdote that will be attached to human history and cannot be erased."

"The savior of Chaldea? Since she wants to destroy this Age of Gods, let her do what she wants..."

"After all, she is a child of mankind and the choice of mankind. Even if she points her sword at my throat, Suerlun is willing to love her."

"Ah, Suerlun..."

Athena looked at Surren with an expressionless face, and she really wanted to ask if it was all worth it?
Why not live the life the gods have given you and enjoy the beauty of the Age of Gods to the fullest?
You are making yourself suffer like this, yet you are still trying to sit on the golden throne. Who will understand you?
But looking at Surlun's eyes, Athena gave up the question, and she already had the answer in her heart.

Yes, it is precisely because of this kind of Surlun that he is the great hero she recognizes and chooses to follow, the King of Gold.
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Athena brought back Surlun's will. After learning of Surlun's attitude, the gods sighed and decided to withdraw from the Age of Gods, enter the outer world, and no longer interfere in this loss belt.

Without Suerlun's nod of approval, the twelve main gods are willing to protect this Lostbelt for which Suerlun has given everything. They will all be enemies of Chaldea, and a war with heavy casualties will break out...

But Surlun knew that the Twelve Gods had no chance of winning. Even the Almighty God in the Lostbelt who had not lost his body and had gathered the authority of all the Twelve Gods would still be surpassed by Chaldea.

Especially now, Chaldea's master, Fujimaru Ritsuka, the child recognized by Surlen, has become even more powerful and invincible with the savior gift given by Saint Kelar.

The enemy's core and commander are as powerful as the main force, so is there any need to fight?
In this situation, Surlun could only make the helpless decision to reconcile. He was not sure that he could replicate the twelve main gods as perfectly as he replicated all mankind.

In order to avoid the death or injury of the twelve gods, Surlun asked them to leave the loss belt.

At this point, Hercules is the only one with the strongest combat power in the Lostbelt.
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"Hercules, the greatest hero of ancient Greece, was an unrivaled warrior who completed the Twelve Trials."

Fujimaru Ritsuka had a sword on her waist, which made her look heroic. She looked at the giant standing in front of Chaldea and made an ultimatum: "Can you please get out of the way so that I, Chaldea can completely cross this world?"

"The King of Gold has given me his full trust."

Hercules lifted up the Golden Sky, and his huge figure loomed over the Chaldeans, but it gave people a feeling of the setting sun. He laughed and said, "Visitors from outer space, from now on, we have only a battle to the death."

"If you really want to cut off this era that the Golden King has tried so hard to preserve, then you must first surpass the leader of the Emperor's guards!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Hercules' immense strength that could support the heavens, his archery skills that could kill hundreds of heads, his fists and feet that were almost godlike, and his nearly unlimited physical strength all made this hero a very difficult enemy.

It can be said that with the blessing of the Age of Gods and the Golden King Surlun, Hercules already has the strength of the King of the Lostbelt.

Unless the crowned Heroic Spirit dies, the normal ceiling Heroic Spirits are no match for Hercules, especially Surlun's weapon, the Golden Supreme Heaven. The divine bow that can shoot arrows that can destroy the world is even more magical in the hands of Hercules.

His archery skills were the best in Greece, only slightly inferior to Suren.

Hercules has given up everything and is doing his best to protect the legacy that Surren left to the world.

But under Chaldea's continuous attacks, even the heroes who hold up the sky will eventually meet their doom.

In the end, Chaldea's servants were killed and reborn countless times, until Hercules' power was completely exhausted, but he still couldn't defeat Chaldea.

The human survival organization, the last line of defense and counterattack force in human history, any single loss belt or singularity will only end up being crossed.

Hercules, who had been knocked down for the umpteenth time, lay completely on the ground. He no longer had the strength to stand up.

Until the end, he didn't know why he could hold on for so long. Hercules even felt that if he had been so good at fighting before, even Suren wouldn't have been able to defeat him.

"Maybe... because of you?"

"My master, my king..."

"Hercules... I am guilty... I cannot complete the task you assigned to me." "If I could see you again..."

"Please... forgive... such an incompetent... me..."
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Suerlun lowered his eyelids and sighed softly, "Has the end of the Age of Gods finally come to an end?"

"But I don't regret it. I already know all this..."

"Perhaps I know the way to save humanity."

"Thank you Zeus, thank you Hera, thank you Athena, thank you Hestia and all the gods who support me. Thank you for letting me have such a beautiful dream."

"But the dream will eventually end, and I should do what I should do."

Hestia's arms stretched out from behind Suren's head, her slender and soft arms wrapped around his neck, and the blazing holy fire ignited Suren's body and illuminated his spiritual world.

All the sacred fire of Olympus flows in Surren's body like blood. Now Hestia has given all her strength and power to Surren.

"Do what you should do, my golden king."

Hestia's voice was gentle. She smiled and said, "You belong to human history, and you should not be bound by this world... Just like before, I am still willing to support all your ideals, because I have witnessed a noble corner of you."

Hestia, the goddess of fire and goddess of the hearth who holds the sacred fire of Olympus, is an idealist who cannot be extinguished, just like her power. Her will is as strong, hot and indelible as the ever-burning sacred fire.

If she cannot change the turbid world, she will choose to turn a blind eye, but if she has the opportunity to create a better world, she will be more active than any god.

However, the light of this ever-burning sacred fire can ultimately not compare to the dazzling light of celestial bodies, and idealists are often attracted by more lofty ideals.

The star named 'Hestia' was eventually attracted by the celestial body with stronger gravity and was willing to become the other party's satellite.

Athena supported Surren's upper body and said, "Surren, believe in our strength and leave this place to us..."

Surlun turned his head slightly, and the other main gods stood behind him. So far, only one person has achieved the miracle of unifying the opinions of the twelve main gods, making all the twelve main gods willing to support him.

Until now, they are still willing to support his dream, which has been shattered.

The golden throne controlled by Surlun contains the entire Age of Gods, especially after the anomalies of the Age of Gods that bordered human history were destroyed by Chaldea, his will replaced the heaven and earth and became the rules for running the entire Age of Gods.

Surlun's spiritual will needs to coordinate everything in the entire Age of Gods, such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning, rivers, lakes and seas, and even when crops grow in the fields. As long as it is everything related to nature, it all needs to be regulated by Surlun's will.

At the same time, he also needs to mobilize almost 90% of his strength to suppress the beast in his heart, so as to prevent himself from completely burning the Age of Gods into infinite magic power without paying attention.

It is precisely because of these two burdens that Surlun is unable to leave the Golden Throne.

But now, the twelve main gods have left the Age of Gods and can obviously go to the outside of the world and never interfere in the human world again. They can still live forever and still live the same life as in the Age of Gods.

But the twelve gods were willing to stay here for Surlun and protect his broken dream.

Suerlun was silent for a moment, and a smile gradually emerged on his calm face. He couldn't help laughing and said, "I am the last person in the Age of Gods Greece. I have witnessed all the glory of the Age of Gods Greece. As long as I am here, the Age of Gods will not perish."

"Gods, you will never be forgotten, because I still remember you..."

"Put everything on the future, Athena, Hestia, Artemis. If you are still willing to believe in me, then we will meet again in the future. I promise you that we will meet again..."
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"…Hmm, is the simulation finished?"

Su Kai opened his eyes and couldn't help stretching. He felt his body was getting stiff from having to sit alone on the golden throne like a statue for eternity.

“It’s really nice to be able to move your body.”

Su Kai couldn't help but sigh. He stared at the sky, as if he could still see the shadow of the Age of Gods floating above human history.

"A golden era of peace and prosperity... What a beautiful dream. It's also thanks to the gods that they know the outcome but are still willing to pamper me!"

Su Kai couldn't help but let out a knowing smile: "It's a pity that there are no beautiful dreams in the world. I should give up this naive and ridiculous idea."

If the Age of Gods can’t even save itself, how can it change the course of human history?

"What a pity Hercules, ah... I just asked you to do your best, watch if you can, and forget it if you can't beat me, but who knew you would be so stubborn and really feel guilty about it."

Su Kai shook his head. He did not think that Hercules was unworthy of his trust. Instead, he thought that he owed Hercules a commendation.

"I don't know... How are the gods of the Age of Gods doing now?" Su Kai couldn't help but open the simulator, wanting to get the answer from this universal wishing machine.

[The Golden Age of Peace, the Age of Gods, the supreme Greece, the simulation is complete. 】

[Dear players, please explore all subsequent developments on your own. ]

[The Golden King Sulun template has been automatically obtained, please adapt yourself. 】

"As expected of you, a simulator who knows nothing!"

Su Kai shook his head and turned off the simulator.

Although the power of the simulator is omnipotent, it is still not as powerful as the old Golden Finger system. You need to explore everything by yourself, and you need to exercise your strength by yourself. It is not as good as the furnace system, which knows everything. Moreover, you can log in and sign in, and click to get a simulated star creation map.

"System, when will you send me the simulated star creation map?"

Su Kai sighed, "I've clocked in at so many world-famous attractions, where's my sign-in reward? Did you take it for me?"

Simulator: **
(End of this chapter)