Chapter 28 The Resistors

Return to the present world, in the Vulcan Temple.

The rift leading to the depths of chaos has been closed, leaving the huge temple empty.

There are no statues of gods in the temple. This is the home of Hephaestus. Who would put a statue of himself in his home?

He walked back and forth in the hall, puzzled.

"How could Erebus... be the supreme divine power..."

"It shouldn't be."

"How did he do that?"

"Is it... related to those fallen worlds?"

Hephaestus suddenly looked up at the sky, his gaze seemed to be able to see through the blue sky, through the deep darkness, and see those fallen worlds.

He carefully recalled all the details of his meeting with Erebus. At that time, he was shocked by the fact of Erebus's supreme power. Now after careful consideration, he realized that every move of this god had profound meaning.

"I was hinted to find the truth, but I didn't dare to show up."

"You are the supreme, the most powerful god in the world."

"Do you even have to hibernate?"

"It's...unbearable."

In the temple, Hephaestus opened his arms and leaned back. He was floating in the air, his mind completely absorbed in the past history.

Beside, the history book suddenly appeared, as if it was opened by a pair of invisible hands, and the pages of the book were flipped forward crazily, tracing back the secrets buried by the years.

Sort out the context of history and check out the news that catches the wind and shadows.

Hephaestus gradually got clues.

Erebus, the God of Darkness, was not a supreme divine power at the beginning, and his essence was pure darkness, and was never involved in the end of all things.

He had a very clear dividing point in history. Before that, he and his wife Nix lived together and had children. After that, he disappeared and was gradually forgotten.

It was probably at that dividing point that he traveled through Chaos, discovered the secrets about the origin of the world and the Twilight of the Gods, and then used his huge body to block the roads leading to those fallen worlds under the guise of sleep.

In thousands of years of loneliness, he got involved in the authority of the end of all things through those damaged worlds, and then set foot on the highest, truly becoming the end of this world.

The history books of the years fell into a pair of big, sharp-jointed hands, and Hephaestus returned from his wandering mind.

He understood that Erebus was accumulating power. When the existence at the end of time harvests the world, the prelude to the end of all things will also begin. Erebus will go one step further based on the supreme divine power and obtain

Qualifications to compete.

Hephaestus frowned and thought: "Does he have a chance of winning?"

"There should be."

"Although that existence harvested those fallen worlds, Erebus is the end of everything. No matter how those worlds fell, they will eventually become part of his power."

"It's just that in this way, even if he wins, he will be the only one left in the end."

"He needs allies, and I happened to find them."

"He saw my potential and thought I was qualified?"

Hephaestus frowned, thinking about it.

The answer lies in those fallen worlds.

Since Erebus can reach the highest level with the help of those broken worlds, it proves that the value of those worlds has not been fully utilized.

Whether it is the existence at the end of time or Erebus, they can only take away the part they have the ability to take away. This part may be very important to a world and can even indirectly lead to the fall of the world, but the world itself is

An all-encompassing synonym, the remaining power is enough to accumulate countless similar existences.

He opened the history book, and the vivid illustrations and annotations came into view.

"Some people have taken away the fate of the world, and some have taken away the end of the world."

"Then I will take away the history that represents the past."

"The histories of countless worlds converge on me."

"As long as I live, someone will be able to prove they existed."

With a goal in mind, the road ahead suddenly becomes clear.

Hephaestus plans to re-reproduce the history book.

Although this artifact is the most outstanding among the works he has forged, it is obviously not qualified to be used to record the past of countless worlds. From the perspective of his now broadened horizons, the history book as a companion treasure, regardless of the selection of materials,

Regardless of the intention, they are both inferior works and cannot sustain him across time.

Escaping into nothingness, Hephaestus descended into the underworld.

When he returned to the old place, he no longer needed anyone to guide him. He was holding a streamer, and it was almost impossible for anyone to spot him except Hades.

And he and Hades are both powerful gods, so he still has the reputation of being confident.

Arriving at the shore of Styx, Hephaestus began the process of refining the history books of the ages.

Three life-threatening flames appeared on the shoulders and the top of the head, wrapping the history books in them. The material that could not withstand the power of the flames was burned, making the artifact become dilapidated. The words and illustrations recorded on it were left naked because they lost their support.

Floating in the air.

Under the will of Hephaestus, several streams of water rose from the river of Styx, rushing towards the broken history books of the years. They filled in the missing parts that were burned and became yellowed pages under the influence of rules.

Hephaestus already knew that the water of the River Styx was in a sense the blood of the fallen world. He looked at history and could not find any better material than this.

The history book that has been painstakingly created is because the selection of materials is not strict enough, so now it has to go through a lot of trouble. Instead, it is a flash of inspiration, a mistake, and a perfect achievement.

It seems ridiculous when I think about it. The best things are obviously around me, but I choose to turn a blind eye because of my lack of vision.

Hephaestus sat on the river bank for nine days before refining the history book.

The words and illustrations floating in the air fell on the yellowed pages, and this brand-new artifact returned to Hephaestus' hands.

It has changed drastically.

The originally recorded history has been moved to a very far back position, and the front pages are all blank. The first page is the most special. The text written on this page will automatically move to the back, and it will remain blank forever.

A new illustration has been added to the cover, which shows countless stacked broken worlds.

Putting away the history books, Hephaestus squinted his eyes and looked around. Someone was spying on him, and he was doing so unscrupulously, for seven days in a row.

His first reaction was Hades. Only the Lord of the Underworld has the power to match his courage.

Hephaestus looked into the depths of the underworld, and sure enough it was him.

Hades was wearing a black robe and a hood, standing in a palace without any risk of being discovered.

The aura of death enveloped his whole body, and Hephaestus couldn't see him clearly, but he could hear his voice.

Hades said: "Hello, kindred."

Perhaps because he had seen more shocking and inexplicable scenes, his horizons had been improved, and Hephaestus discovered the miraculous power of Hades.

Under the link of death, Hades' power has penetrated into every inch of the underworld, and is gradually turning the underworld, which represents the dark side of the world, into his own private property. His power seems to have reached a certain limit, and he has begun to rely on

The rivers of fire that spread throughout the underworld eroded the River Styx, trying to give the river its own color.

Hephaestus chuckled: "Well done, fellow traveler."

He escaped into nothingness and ended this brief meeting.
Chapter completed!