Chapter 47 Wanderer?

Hephaestus Shiran walked into the temple.

The temple is very dilapidated. After countless years of baptism, even the once supreme residence has lost its glory.

Shadows were everywhere, and a small amount of cold, slippery night power filled the temple.

They fought against the divine radiance emitted by Hephaestus, but were squeezed out of the temple because it had no source.

Without an enemy to fight against, Qinghui immediately occupied the entire temple, and the soft light swept away the gloomy atmosphere of the temple.

Hephaestus stood in the center of the temple, looking around with interest.

The owner of the temple is still alive, and he does not dare to directly pry into her past using historical books. Seeing with his eyes and listening with his ears are the few feasible methods for him.

The murals on the walls have lost most of their colors, revealing stone walls that have become rough and sharp under the carving knife of time.

Hephaestus approached the fresco.

He was very close, wanting to see more clearly, wanting to find the secrets buried by the years.

It's a pity that the mural is too badly damaged. It's something that's missing. No matter how close you are, you can't get what you want.

But this did not trouble Hephaestus.

He raised his hand, and his figure seemed to overlap with the unknown god who stood here countless years ago, holding a paintbrush in his hand.

With four fingers together, leaving only one index finger exposed, he used a pointing pen to draw on the rough wall following the rhythm of the man countless years ago.

As the fingers crossed, clear carvings were left on the rough wall.

The mural was reproduced.

Hephaestus nodded with satisfaction.

This is the good thing about historical authority. As long as he is willing, nothing that happened in the past will be a secret to him.

Although the restored murals have no color, their charm is the same as before.

It is obvious that what is wanted to be represented in the painting is a woman.

The woman stood above the clouds, looking down at the beings below. Her figure was unusually tall, occupying half of the mural.

Her face was expressionless, and the indifference in her eyes was shocking even through the mural.

Below are the worshiping gods and creatures.

The more powerful the god, the closer he is to her and the clearer the painting, but compared with her figure occupying half of the mural, they are nothing more than ants.

As for the infinite creatures, simply replace them with dense black dots.

"Huh?" Hephaestus suddenly said in surprise.

I hadn't noticed it before when I was painting, but now I suddenly discovered that there was a flower floating in the air next to the woman.

The flowers are in bloom, the same size as the gods worshiped in the painting, but the details of the painting are vivid.

Compared with the people below who are kneeling and worshiping, this flower looks very abrupt.

The person who painted it seems to have done it intentionally to highlight the importance of this flower to women.

"It seems to be a clue." Hephaestus thought to himself.

But this alone is not enough. At present, it is not information that can determine the outcome.

Hephaestus had the worst plan, that is, Nyx, the goddess of the night, had already begun preparing for the next reincarnation. She would travel across time to a new world at the cost of the destruction of one world.

As for her power...

Hephaestus couldn't see clearly.

Is she great or supreme now?

Logically speaking, the person who knows her best should be Erebus, the God of Darkness, but why doesn't he take any action?

Are you unable to bear to do something to your former wife, or are you...preparing for a retreat?

"Alas." Hephaestus sighed, his voice echoed in the temple, but no chaos could be heard.

No one can truly understand another person, because interests are united and interests will naturally be dispersed.

The person who challenges the end of time is a war with no hope from the beginning, and there is nothing wrong with leaving a way out.

It's a pity that he has too many ties and can't get out of the game.

Moreover, it is not his character to just run away.

It seems that the only one you can rely on is yourself.

Hephaestus walked out of the temple, and took one last look back at the temple.

The statue of Nyx stands in the center, with gods of all sizes standing on both sides and below. She is like the king of the gods without a crown, ruling everything in the world.

The whole world should kneel at her feet and humbly offer everything it has.

Standing in the chaos, Hephaestus walked forward without looking back. He waved his hand, and the temple behind him turned into smoke and dispersed, swallowed by the surrounding chaos.

Tearing open the wall of the broken world, Hephaestus entered the world.

The pouring rain soaked him.

Standing in the rain curtain, he stared at the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the world, and saw the curtain-like night outside the present world.

Nix must die. If she doesn't die, the whole world may be sacrificed by her, and the future is out of the question.

"Backtrack!" The broken world suddenly echoed Hephaestus's roar.

For the first time, the power of history was fully demonstrated.

Time flows backwards and the past reappears.

At this moment, the illusory past and the real present are intertwined.

A supreme will was pulled out from the past, and a bloody flower floated in front of her.

The petals are layered one on top of another, countless in number.

But Hephaestus saw clearly the essence of the flower at just one glance. Every petal represented a miserable dead creature.

In that flower, he also saw the power of dreams.

Are there signs of being forcibly taken from it?!!

Countless illusory beings who appeared from the past were whispering, and they told Hephaestus the secrets he wanted to know.

"The goddess of cause and effect...Hermamene..."

"Sacrifice..."

"Misty Eternal Flower..."

"..."

Suddenly, a great will followed the mysterious connection and descended on the illusory supreme figure.

The illusory figure instantly became real.

"Go back." Hephaestus groaned.

As soon as the great will came, Hephaestus didn't even see the appearance of Hephaestus, and the illusory figure she was attached to was put back into the past by Hephaestus.

But Nyx was indeed a person who had experienced hundreds of worlds alive. Although time was short, she still subconsciously struck a blow in the direction of Hephaestus.

The power of darkness like flowing water swept over him, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of Hephaestus' mouth as he took the blow forcefully.

But he laughed.

Because he saw clearly the true nature of the Knicks.

"Great!" The broken world echoed his words to himself.

…

Chaos beyond this world.

Nicks, who was in the dark night, frowned beautifully.

"Wanderer?"

Nyx, who has experienced hundreds of worlds, knows about the existence of wanderers, and has also witnessed gods becoming wanderers.

These people choose to abandon everything and hide in the broken world to survive, in order to escape their destined fate.

If not many people choose to escape, the being at the time of harvest will not pay too much attention.

So every few epochs there will be one or two lucky people.

She snorted coldly and said, "The ants should just stay in the garbage dump."

"Why do you always want to restore your glory?"

"Next time, let's see if you die!"

Street Diary: I climbed a mountain today. There is a village on the top of the mountain, and there is a girl hanging clothes at the end of the village. The weather is very hot, and she is wearing cool clothes. The legs of her trousers are rolled up, revealing her delicate white calves. What a pair of beautiful feet.

! The car moved forward, but I ignored her and turned my head to look at her. I was almost hit by the trailer behind me. Everyone said that Yungui Sichuan produces beauties, and it was true.
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