Chapter 84 The ancient god who abandoned his heirs

And outside the world weighed by vastness, in the depths of distant chaos.

The endless deep night and the endless illusory vast world are still fighting.

Several qualified spectators were standing aside. They gathered together, and the huge bodies that symbolized the world were piled up one by one to form heaven and earth.

No one had any intention of breaking up the fight.

They were interested and paid close attention to the illusory world at the center of the battlefield.

Because Epimetheus is a god who has already walked firmly on the root path. He has no authority, nor benefits or plunders.

Everything about Him originates from Himself, but it is not limited to Himself, but also radiates into the world He created, nurturing all the spirits nurtured by the world He created.

He is the source of the world, but the end of the world can never reach His height.

Therefore, He deserves such attention from onlookers.

In fact, these onlookers hoped that He would be stronger and be able to stand in an eternal stalemate with the infinitely deep night in front of them.

In this way, more of the magnificent path He created, walked, and set foot on can be revealed...

But the gap between strength and weakness is ultimately insurmountable.

The God of Fire has lost his horned ally, even though he is Epimetheus, even though he is already walking on his own, correct path of origin, facing an ancient great, or even a former

Even in the time of the Most High, such a gap could not be crossed.

All He could do was to endure hardships.

In the infinitely deep night like a millstone, he tried his best to shrink and maintain the stability of the world he created.

Hermamene, the goddess of cause and effect, is worthy of her ancient age. In such a peak divine battle, she has actively abandoned authority and rules.

Using the big to bully the small, using the strong to win over the weak, using the inherently more advanced roots to oppress a latecomer who has not yet taken steps on the road to the roots, and to prevent this latecomer from having endless talents and means on the road to the roots.

Force him into a battle where he has an advantage.

This is a method and wisdom, and it is also an essential quality for a supreme god who has experienced ancient times.

This scene was seen by Hephaestus, the God of Fire, who was located in the world and stood above the sky.

He's back, no matter what the outcome is, everything should be settled.

Onlookers could clearly see that this was not because Vulcan was unpowerful or irresistible, but because when he entered the situation, it was the general trend.

He is balance.

The "sun" within the world can drive away the deep night, or it can choose to let go and plunge the world into darkness forever.

Because only Hephaestus, the god of fire, is the only qualified "sun".

Under the cold gaze of the onlookers, Hephaestus finally let go of his hand after mentioning the "sun".

However, the sun has not disappeared, or in other words, it has never disappeared and will not disappear in the future.

Even if the god holding it lets go of its hand, it will still hang in the sky.

It is just a lamp, a lantern. The light is suspended from wooden sticks and wires. The straight poles and vertical wires still maintain the appearance when the gods let go. Everything seems to have been fixed, only the light shining on the earth.

The light remains.

Onlookers watched with cold eyes.

It's all...expected.

Two guys who are colluding with each other.

And above the earth.

The shining sunshine is a gift to mortals. It symbolizes the power of new life, is the promise of an ancient god, and is the cornerstone for all mortal things in this world to become gods. It dispels the haze and darkness of night, bringing light and peace.

warmth.

But this is not the case for the new gods conceived by Hermamene and symbolizing the dark side of the world.

It was the purest destruction, a furious flame that burned everything.

They couldn't care less about continuing to fight with the woman holding the magic box in front of them. They... were going to die.

The sunlight shining on their bodies is like the first sun shining on the snow. Maybe they can resist it for a short time, but if they don't do something and don't go to a backlit corner, they will definitely melt.

As Hephaestus, who watched with a cold eye, thought, they could only seek more from Hermamene, the source of their power.

Whether active or forced, they all need more to contend with the destructive power overpowering them.

And every time their power increases, the destructive power over them becomes stronger, and in the chaos, the power of Hermamene, who has trapped the late-knower Epimetheus, becomes weaker.

This gave Epimetheus a difficult respite.

He felt happy, knowing that his ally had returned.

But soon his heart sank again: Don't kill them, don't kill those new gods! Hermamene did it on purpose!

He began to run wildly about the legal principles in the vast and endless illusory world he had created, causing it to expand and spread forcefully, trying to open a hole in the dark and cruel night in front of him.

But the woman hiding in the deep night just snorted, responding forcefully to his stronger pressure.

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In the present world, the new gods conceived by Hermamene are already in a very difficult situation, but the destructive power that is increasing all the time forces them to ask for more from the source of power.

It's like drinking poison to quench thirst.

They have made their own choice whether to die immediately or anger their mother goddess in order to gain a chance of survival.

Suddenly, amid the increasingly tense tugging, the thread broke...

The power that continuously flowed down from the source disappeared without a trace.

Everything happened suddenly. Hephaestus couldn't hold back his hand in a hurry and accidentally crushed a group of them to death.

The wooden box transformed by Epimetheus in Pandora's hand opened automatically, and the authority given by Hermamene to these new gods who were accidentally killed by Hephaestus flowed into it.

The remaining new gods were all slightly more powerful grasshoppers, and they hurriedly fled in all directions, dragging their seriously injured bodies.

There are also those with weak concentration and immature minds who stay where they are.

They muttered over and over again, as if they had lost their souls: "The Mother Goddess has abandoned us... The Mother Goddess has abandoned us..."

Hephaestus descended from the sky and took the magic box from the hands of Epimetheus' wife, Pandora, who was calmly holding her hands aside.

A dangerous cold light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

For enemies who have lost their use value - eradicating all evil and eradicating the roots is his consistent principle.

The magic box in his hand has absorbed the authority of the fallen new gods and closed it.

But Hephaestus had foreseen it - when he opened the box, everything would end.

Including the battle of gods in distant chaos.

Just as the "bystanders" feared him in their hearts - when he returns, everything will be settled.

But to Hephaestus's surprise, the magic box in his hand opened by itself.

He looked in the direction outside the world. Epimetheus came back covered in blood, with one arm broken. And the night that had been forcibly opened had receded like the tide.

Epimetheus's voice sounded very weak, and he must have paid a high price.

He said to Hephaestus: "Don't kill them, Hermamene did it on purpose."

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