Ten minutes ago, at the same time as Huaishi and Hercules were fighting each other.

The door of the permafrost hearth was pushed open by the belated traveler, and in the darkness, the skeleton sleeping in the tank seemed to be aware of it, and moved gently in the divine wine.

But he was still immersed in the past dreams and never woke up.

Is anyone coming?

I can't hear clearly, is it a passing guest?

Is he tired after a long journey? Maybe I should treat him to rest, but I'm too sleepy to get up, sorry, the food and sleep are in the cupboard, please take care of yourself.

In silence, Izzy plucked the cigarette from the corner of her mouth and stared silently at the sleeping skull in the tank.

After a long time, he slowly knelt on the ground.

He bowed his head, as if facing a great man on high, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, I have come from the place where the mountains meet, and I have brought greetings from Mamakiria, the mother of gold and moon. ”

Mamakiriya?

I think I've heard it somewhere? It's a familiar name, but I still can't remember it.

In the tank, the skeleton's pitch-black eye sockets were illuminated by the rising light outside the door.

A little uncomfortable.

I felt a little uneasy in my sleep.

Outside, are there a drinking feast? Father, are they drinking all night again? Are they winning again? Defeating the enemy again?

The light, too bright, too brutal.

The feasts that were too indulgent, the cruel booty, the blood in the mead......

The skeleton was still immersed in the fragments of the dream.

Memories of the past seemed to resurface, but the distant outlines were too vague to remember.

I just remember a burly figure sitting on the highest place, raising the wine glass of the horns, laughing loudly, waving to himself.

"My child. ”

The one-eyed man raised his arm and proudly called, "Come here! Come to Father!"

Who is he?

I...... And who?

Can't remember.

After a short wait, Izzy seemed to finally muster up the courage, raised her gaze, looked at the unresponsive skeleton in the tank, and sighed helplessly.

Reach into your arms.

"I beg your pardon for the offense. ”

He took a small box from the inner pocket on his chest and unfolded it in front of the skeleton.

In the brocade-covered box, there lies a tender green branch, which has not shriveled and withered under the cherished preservation, but still glows with the bright color of the past, and the green leaves still exude bursts of vitality.

It was a mistletoe that had never been above Helios!

In an instant, the sound of countless bubbles rising from the water tank sounded.

A faint light appeared in the silent skeleton's eye sockets.

Like, the long dream is finally over.

He opened his eyes.

I finally remembered the past.

"Ah, is that so?" the mutilated skeleton muttered softly, "I remember......"

"Turns out, I'm not Publius?"

"Enough! Enough! Don't get in the way anymore!!"

On the throne, Publius roared with rage, having lost all patience, and violently unleashed his power, causing Helios to tremble violently and the earth to roar.

Enough has been fed.

This annoying obstruction and variability!

He raised his pupils, his cracked face was full of murderous intent, and he looked at Huai Shi, who was sluggish not far away, and wanted to completely eradicate all the opponents who stood in front of him!

No one can stop him!

No one can change the outcome he gets!

So, Publius raised his right hand again, and between the empty five fingers, the alchemy that surpassed the great master was once again revealed.

The endless heat converged, forming a vortex that swirled violently.

The firestorm that was enough to destroy the entire city was compressed into the palm of his hand, forming a wind tunnel the size of a ping-pong ball, and even rapidly increasing its power.

Glowing with endless dazzling light!

"I am Publius!"

He raised his right hand and declared to the world, "I am immortal!"

"No...... right"

The sluggish murmur of the skeleton in the tank.

"I am the living God!"

Publius roared, invigorated and hovering above Helios:

"—I am Apollo, Lord of the Scorching Sun!"

"No...... right"

In the water tank, the skull trembled violently, and in the dark eyes, wisps of sparks kept flashing, just like those memories of returning.

"I'm not Publius, I'm not Apollo. ”

It murmured in confusion, tracing its origins: "I am...... I'm ......."

At that moment, the last memories emerged from the rapidly repaired soul, and he was completely ushered in the most important answer, the result that had already been predestined.

"I'm ...... Badr ......"

It dawned on him that he was swallowed up by the sun wheel that fell from the sky.

He said:

"—I am, King of Light!"

So, at that moment, in the door opened by the permafrost hearth, there was a brilliant sunlight gushing out, shining all over everything.

Ignite the dark universe with an inextinguishable flame.

Dawn, Come!

In the illusory temple, a broken voice sounded.

Zeus clenched his fists in distraction and crushed his glass, but then he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaha!!!"

He smiled and leaned back, applauding the unfolding of this wonderful fate: "There must be giving, so so, so it is!!!

Want to get something.

You have to give up something.

This is the essence of alchemy.

In order to gain the power and dignity of the gods, one must give up his physical body, and for this, Publius did not hesitate to divide himself completely.

Flesh, Spirit, Lust, and ...... Worthless bones!

So much so that he didn't realize that his mystical ritual had been successful a long time ago, and even before Huaishi and them ascended to Helios, the true gods had already arrived.

It's just that it was not Apollo who was resurrected long ago.

The secret ritual that has lost its goal is still running, and in the end, it points to the only one in the same field that has not been polluted by the rancher and still has the possibility of resurrection.

Before the power of the gods, the consciousness of the gods had descended, attached to the bones abandoned by Publius.

However, because of the nuances of the ritual, it was as if his head hit the ground first, and he did not even remember who he was, and the consciousness of the god was mixed with the broken memory of Publius.

A whole new life was born.

A ...... A skeleton with the essence of a god!

Zeus suddenly asked, "Did you know from the beginning?"

"Guess a little, after all, I had that dream. ”

Tong Ji raised her eyebrows: "After all, I'm quite impressed." ”

In this world, there are few sun gods who have never fallen with the gods or have not been killed by their own hands.

And it's so salty......

He's the only one, right?

The alien species of the Norse gods are not constantly violently asserting their authority, but are the beings who bring warmth and laughter, happiness and tranquility to all things in the world......

Unfortunately, the principle that good people don't live long doesn't work among mortals.

It is also prevalent among the gods.

Even before the fall of the gods, before Tong Ji killed his kind, he had died at the hands of his own uncle by the tricks of the gods of conspiracy.

No, it should be said that even without Loki, he would fulfill his destiny and usher in such an ending, right?

From the beginning, before Badr's birth, his death was doomed.

To get to the root of it, we have to return to the 'social history of the gods' that Tong Ji once told Huai Shi.

The essence of the existence of the 'divine system' is the union of the gods, and the gods must have their own responsibilities in it. However, there are always some of them that others are not willing to do.

It seems that the newcomer must be responsible for carrying the bag during the company's team building, there is always a younger brother who needs to carry the pot when the boss makes an accident, and the class is cleaned after school, and there is always a group of people who have to clean the toilet.

The present situation is so beautiful, who is responsible for guarding hell?

Like Hades, the unlucky child of the Greek gods who was miserably calculated by his own brother, there are always people who are unlucky.

In Eastern Xia, it was the responsible Taishan Mansion King, in Egypt, it was the half-dead Osiris, and in Northern Europe...... The democratic voting system was practised – in this case, everyone gave the work to the most annoying person on the team.

Loki.

In order to appease his hapless brother, Odin and Loki made a pact that Loki would temporarily take charge of Hell and give the future to his daughter.

In return, his son will make a marriage contract with her as the god of light.

However, who of the Norse gods does not know that their people talk like farts.

From the very beginning, Odin did not think about fulfilling his promise.

In particular, when he found out that the goddess of Hades had prepared the palace for her son in hell, he decided to break his promise.

Frigga the Queen of Heaven pleaded with all things in the world to swear that she would never harm the god who brought light and warmth to the world, and all things faithfully fulfilled their promise.

There was only one thing missing.

Mistletoe.

It was for this reason that Badr died under Loki's calculations.

Cause of death: The uncle's daughter is not good-looking, and I can't find a partner, so I can only make do with him.

It is a pity that in such an ancient era, there was no birth of a divorce flow story.

It's a pity.

Since then, the world has lost joy and sunshine, and the gods have lost the sun god who they can trust and reassure.

This is the origin of 'Twilight is coming'.

And when Odin tried to play tricks again, he sent an envoy to Hades to ask for Badr's soul, but was stopped by the maid of the goddess Hades.

The two sides made an agreement again.

If, as Odin said, all things in the world mourn Badr's death, then Hades will let Badr return.

The results are regrettable.

When all things mourn the loss of Badr......

Zeus couldn't help but look to the side.

- There is a crow that 'happened to pass by' and said that he was very happy, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's okay, it's okay, it's the New Year, everyone is dead, it's still a child, for his good......

Mourning? What is mourning, what is mourning?

Don't you see I'm having fun?

Tong Ji has always been indifferent to this!

So, just like that, he stabbed the Norse gods in the heart until so many years passed......

"If you say yes, you will do it, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Hey, it's all in the past, drink tea, drink tea. ”

Kirihime smiled, picked up the pink teacup, and winked triumphantly.

"After all, everything is part of fate, isn't it?"

(End of chapter)