"O all-pervading fate, I call you with the voice of the child of destiny, and manifest before me your posture that runs through the heavens and the universe......" Kratos' voice was mysterious and distant, and a mighty river quietly appeared in front of him.

"The long river of fate rolls forward, I stand at the head of the tide, grasp the past, change the present and the future!"

This time, the power of fate was exerted, and Kratos's life instantly burned most of his life. And under this mysterious and great power, the divine fire that Hercules has extinguished has been incredibly ignited, the depleted divine power in the body has appeared out of thin air, and the former Hercules has crossed time and space and appeared in the impossible present and future.

Roar!

Hercules vented all his resentment, unwillingness, and anger in this roar, and the power closest to the gods exploded within him, directly squeezing the surrounding enemies into pieces.

From mastering power and ruling over millions of followers of the Cult of God, to becoming a mortal and suffering humiliation and remorse, when reborn in the scorching flames, Hercules took a step that was impossible to cross in his original destiny and completed an incredible transformation.

The Law of Hercules continued to improve, and finally condensed into a flawless Law Array. Hercules actually deduced the law to the extreme in an instant, reaching the pinnacle of serving the gods.

At this time, a mysterious force runs through the long river of fate, linking Hercules's blank future with the present and the past.

The severed river began to flow again, and Hercules felt more clearly than ever before that his destiny existed, and that it was his own future, completely free from the fate of being manipulated.

Almost at the same time, the sky of the kingdom of Serifos, located on the peninsula of Asia Minor, was illuminated with golden light, and a baby boy with a miracle was born in the royal palace. Legend has it that the baby boy was born standing and walking around and saying his own name.

This baby boy is known as the son of the gods, from the moment he was born, there has never been a natural disaster in the kingdom of Serifos, all the beasts and monsters in the territory dare not invade the village, and unprecedented happiness permeates every inch of the kingdom of Serifos.

His name was Perseus......

Kratos watched Hercules and the beautiful dancing goddess hug each other in the slaughter field full of stumps and severed arms, and he already knew that this goddess was actually the daughter of the god-king Zeus, the goddess of youth who symbolized eternal youth, Heber.

Turning over and riding on the ram, Kratos condescended and said to Hercules: "Your fate has broken free from the ancient suppression, if you want to reverse your fate, the only way to reverse your destiny is to transcend fate and complete 13 great feats that have never been achieved in the past, your first goal is the Lion of Nemea, call my name when the time comes, and I will help you." ”

With that, Kratos rode away on a ram, and as he disappeared into the sky, a pair of quaint lion-headed fists fell into Hercules' hands.

Touching the rough surface of the Nemea gloves, Hercules couldn't help but have a premonition in his heart that one day he would have an inescapable fight with the body of this boxing.

After regaining his divine powers, Hercules did not choose to leave his tribe, but invaded the enemy's territory with the remnants of his people, and with absolute power, he beheaded the enemy's leader and became the new king of the territory.

He urgently needs more faith in order to ignite the divine fire to break through to the realm of the god of nature, and the moment when the divine pillar is burned and calcined, and the godhead is condensed to achieve the immortal true god, that is when he begins to accomplish great feats.

After changing the fate of Hercules, Kratos rode a ram and continued to patrol the Balkans, specially going to the poor mountains and bad waters, and the miasma was rampant.

Beasts and monsters are brutal by nature, and all living things are equivalent to food in their eyes, so Kratos will not condemn them for slaughtering humans. All the monsters he encounters will be trained by him with absolute violence, restrained by the majesty and power of the beast god, and will never dare to invade the human village again.

More than a month later, the deeds of the beast god hunting have spread in the Balkan Peninsula, and these natives who worship the strong have recognized the identity of the beast god, and have personally experienced the power of Kratos, and even erected simple stone statues in the village. In any village where there is a stone statue of the beast god, the nearby beasts and monsters no longer dare to come to invade, and some natives even began to try to communicate with the beasts and monsters, and have mastered the ability to tame beasts.

Kratos finally reached the edge of the Balkan Peninsula, where the four peninsulas meet, a majestic and magical mountain range standing in the middle of the four peninsulas, and the mighty Eurotas River cascades down from the sacred Mount Olympus, and finally divides into four tributaries to form the boundary between the peninsulas.

Mount Olympus is like a pillar of heaven, on the peak that can not be seen in the sky, is the temple of the gods ruled by the twelve main gods, neither mortals nor gods dare to build a city or temple near Mount Olympus, because it is known as a holy place that cannot be desecrated, unless it is a god recognized by the temple of gods, otherwise there is no qualification to approach.

Before he could get close to Mount Olympus, Kratos flipped off the ram's back and walked on foot in this sacred land, from where only Kratos, who held the title of beast god, could enter, and Mars the ram could only wander nearby, waiting for his return.

After walking through the mountains and forests and through the meadows, he walked for ten days and ten nights, and finally came to the foot of the mountain, where Kratos held the inconspicuous wooden thorn in his hand, which was used as a wooden staff to open the way.

Kratos stops and stops every step of his way, looking around carefully before moving on, as if even he doesn't know where he's headed.

Luckily, he didn't have to go far, and in the end, Kratos found his target under a towering tree, a nondescript thatched house.

In this holy place, which is known as a place that cannot be desecrated, someone dares to build such a simple thatched house here.

As soon as Kratos reached the thatched house, the door opened, and a man with six fingers stepped out of it and sat straight on a wooden root outside the thatched house, which was a simple table and chair without any carving.

The six-fingered man's dark eyes glanced at Kratos calmly, but when he glanced at the wooden thorn in Kratos's hand, a look of shock finally bloomed in his eyes, his body moved slightly, and then he was forcibly suppressed again, and raised his hand to make an inviting gesture towards Kratos.

Kratos sat down in front of the six-fingered man as if he had seen an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, threw the wooden thorn in his hand to his feet at will, and then placed the fresh fruit he had picked along the way on the wooden table, and after arranging it, he took the lead in picking up a red peach and eating it himself.

Seeing Kratos' casual appearance, the six-fingered man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and also picked up a peach and bit it, and the abundant water splashed on the clothes, and he didn't notice it at all, but ate it more with relish.

After eating the fruit, the six-fingered man licked his lips and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"Because of your invitation, I came. ”

When he was in Cilicia, the six-fingered man did leave a sentence of "see you in Olympus" before leaving, and Kratos did not know whether this was a specific reference to this place of meeting, or to the fact that he had finally come to Olympus.

After answering, Kratos began to ask rhetorically, "You are the ancestor of ancient humans, who survived the Great Flood, and I don't know if you have a name?"

The six-fingered man didn't answer and asked, "Didn't fate tell you my name?"

Kratos replied unhurriedly: "Fate is vast, and I can't find a grain of sand in the endless river." ”

"You can, it's up to you to pay the price. ”

Hearing this, Kratos lowered his eyelids, looking like he was looking at his nose and nose.

The six-fingered man stopped talking, picked up a strange fruit with a hard shell and barbed bones, looked at it carefully for a while, and then pinched his fingers, and peeled off the shell entirely, and the crystal flesh inside was not damaged at all.

After eating the flesh in three or two bites, the six-fingered man pinched the pits left and played with the pits left around, then walked to the open space in front of the thatched hut and buried it in the soil, as if he liked the fruit and wanted to grow it with his own hands so that he could enjoy it again in the future.

"Even if all the plants in the world are eaten and wiped out, they can still leave a glimmer of life for them to grow again in the future, but I don't know if the World Tree has left a glimmer of life in the Great Flood. ”

The six-fingered man sat back in his seat, listened to Kratos's words, and couldn't help but glance towards the wooden thorn that was randomly thrown on the ground, and then replied: "My name is 'Yan', you don't have to be surprised, at that time, we humans were born and self-sufficient, and never became pigs raised by the gods, and your current name is also given by the gods, passed down from generation to generation, but it has also erased the human surname, and the glory of freedom." ”

Kratos was silent, just picked up the wooden thorn on the ground, placed it on the table, and pushed it to the opposite side.

The six-fingered man looked at the inconspicuous wooden thorn in front of him in a daze, and a look of remembrance gradually appeared on his face, and even his eyes fell into a fog.

After a long time, he slowly reached out and gently stroked the rough surface of the wooden thorns. The hand that was able to grasp Darius's butcher's knife unscathed was easily scratched by the roughness of the wooden thorns, and pure bright red blood flowed out and dripped onto the wooden thorns.

The strange thing is that the wooden thorn, which is invulnerable to water and fire, and cannot be eroded by the River Styx, was actually infiltrated by this drop of blood, but after the blink of an eye, there was no trace, as if the blood was just an illusion.