Chapter 64 Ancer Church

The relationship between the gods is extremely confusing and complicated.

If we judge the closeness and distance between them based on the concepts of the existing humans on the earth, we will find that most of them can be traced back to the same ancient Father God or Mother God.

But they will still oppose each other, recruit allies based on their personal preferences, and fight against anyone or anything they do not agree with.

So human concepts do not apply to gods.

The only things they can identify with are strength, power and their own hearts.

Whether it's five years, ten years, a hundred years or even a thousand years, compared with their long lives, it's just an insignificant scratch.

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

For them, only the power in their hands can make them behave a little more calmly.

Therefore, in addition to the essential roots 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 all plundered or been robbed.

This is a secret war in which the gods understand each other, and it is also a carnival that belongs only to the gods. Although it is not as grand as the two wars between the gods and kings, it has never stopped.

The gods are willful, and all the beasts or things in the world that have been stained by the glory of the gods are drawn into the whirlpool of this secret war with their joyful singing.

While they despised these beasts with the blood of gods and magical objects with divinity, they raised the corners of their mouths and danced with them enthusiastically, ready to devour and plunder their value or be trampled under their feet.

Including humans.

This outcome has been doomed from the moment human beings were born.

At that time, there were only men among humans, and there were already relatively enthusiastic and open-minded goddesses who came into contact with them and selected valuable chess pieces, spouses or lovers from them.

The three identities can be transformed randomly at any time, anywhere, or at the same time.

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

After the flood destroyed the world, the number of new human beings began to expand again. Among them were men and women, scattered throughout the earth.

Once the number increases, there will be all kinds of people, some are ugly, and some will naturally be handsome.

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 had men, but also had women.

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

They have an amazing tacit understanding with the goddesses and work hard together to spread their bloodline in the world.

With the increase and participation of miscellaneous gods, the turbulent whirlpool of secret wars between gods has become uncontrollable and difficult to stop.

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

During this period, beautiful goddesses kept coming to Lemnos to flirt with her and flirt with her, but they always refused to give any substantive expression. What they wanted was nothing more than his status as the eldest son of Hera.

So he hasn't given a clear reply to anyone yet.

Over time, the goddesses all knew that the god in charge of the flames was not willing to get involved, at least not 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 sanctuary is "Border", which is hidden on the sea next to Lemnos Island. It stores all the artifacts created by Hephaestus and is where his true family fortune lies.

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

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

This greatly disrupted his mood and schedule.

He originally wanted to meet his friend Epimetheus in person, ask Metis for relevant news, and at the same time keep in touch with each other. Now that his home has been stolen, he needs to catch the thief.

However, he did not enter the "border" immediately. Instead, he picked a red maple leaf from the woods on the coast, used the leaf as letter paper, and wrote on it.

On the leaves, he described in detail his dreams and his speculations 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 seabed, with its mottled textured surface exposed to the sea.

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

Put away the candles, step into the passage, and the magnificent and simple palaces unfold before your eyes.

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

A large fireball hangs in the middle of the sky, emitting a dim yellow light. It is not dazzling when you look directly at it, just like it is painted on.

Hephaestus floated like the undead in the underworld, patrolling between floating islands.

He placed the visitor's strength and courage at a very high level, so he checked them very carefully.

Even so, no trace of the person was found.

The dazzling collections in various palaces lie quietly on the shelves, and not a single piece is missing.

Not only that, 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. It was separated very early and used to serve as an oil lamp in this small world. This was also one of the very few divine powers that he did not take back after he reached the peak of his god's power.

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

Hephaestus laughed but said nothing.

Ever since he learned about the existence of faith in the world and understood its nature, he isolated himself from everything else and did not seek outside.

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

I just don’t know whose hand it is, is it a sign of goodwill or has an ulterior motive?

In that instant, Hephaestus went through countless thoughts in his heart, but it never showed on his face.

Just a ray of thought followed the belief in the opposite direction. I wanted to trace the source, but also to alert the snake.

His thoughts came to the place where faith has the most sources.

This is a temple, an extremely lively temple. The thought is attached to the candles used to illuminate the temple, and Hephaestus can have a full view of the temple.

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

Hephaestus paused for a moment and figured out the situation.

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

Although the prayers of these believers are vague, their direction is extremely clear, and the words "the first flame" and "the only flame" are mentioned many times.

Based on these two items alone, no matter who the god they believe in is, their prayers and beliefs can only come to him, because he is the original God of Fire and the only God of Fire at present, the true source of fire.

And I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The person who built this temple called him the great god in charge of the sun, fire and light. This not only blurred the face of his statue, but also misrepresented his name, calling him Anser-Sun.

God Anser!

In the "border", Hephaestus's true form raised his eyebrows.

Whether it was intentional or whether the wandering remnants of the past world really existed, he would soon know.

In his eyes, the believers in the temple, whether men, women, old or young, were recalled to the past and pointed out the truth to him.

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

Hephaestus couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: "Mother?!"

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