The atmosphere was so eerie in an instant.

That look was like seeing a heinous serial murderer come home and gently cook dinner for the kittens.

Also holding the kitten, the cat barked with it.

Even though they were remnants of the past, the only remaining reflections of the gods, those vague outlines still uncontrollably showed astonishment and confusion.

It's hell alive.

But Tong Ji didn't care about those eyes, just casually opened the can of happy water, poured it in, and put a straw in it.

After taking two sips in a relaxed and happy manner, he opened his mouth.

"So, to get down to business—"

She said, "You've been dead for so many years, do you still want to be a stumbling block for me?"

Speaking of this, she showed a kind smile: "Although I love peace the most as a beautiful and kind big sister, I really don't want to do anything to the ashes of acquaintances."

But if you don't give me face, I have no other way but to praise you. ”

The cheerful atmosphere vanished and was replaced by tense hostility.

The killing intent of the gods intertwined, making the sweet wine bitter.

The happy water is no longer bubbly, and it has become a greasy syrup.

It was at the top of the banquet that a deep voice rang out.

"Forget it. ”

Zeus poured out the wine, "What can we gain from the struggle between the phantom and the phantom but to be broken? ”

"But you stopped it, didn't you? You changed the rules of the [God-to-God Duel]. ”

Tong Ji reminded expressionlessly: "You have chosen to stand on the opposite side of me...... It's like it used to be.

Even after so many years, you dead things can still do this spring and autumn dream here because of me, but you choose to take revenge and add to people's blockage?

"Isn't it the first time that Olympus has taken revenge, isn't it rare? Besides, we are gods, and is it a bit too harsh to demand that we be human?

If my memory is correct, our relationship was never friendly, no, but rather bitter as the sea. ”

Zeus made no secret of his actions, but calmly told her: "Since this is in front of the gods, then the duel in front of the gods must ensure fairness."

We're just doing our part, and you're on the side of your patron, aren't you?"

Tong Ji's expression suddenly became serious, and she raised a finger.

"To correct it, it is the 'contractor', not the 'patron'. ”

"What's the difference?" Zeus was puzzled.

"Of course there is, don't think of everyone else as you do?

You Olympus, a bunch of promiscuous maniacs, change wives like otaku exchange paper people, and you want to when you see a heifer with beautiful eyebrows, but you want to take care of a good-looking little boy...... We Dongxia are very serious and serious. ”

Speaking of this, the corners of her mouth hooked up into a sneer: "Besides, don't think I didn't see it, you guys in Olympus are all garbage people, after all, you just want to watch 'Troy' again, right?!

Zeus shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and did not feel the slightest sense of weakness in his mind when he was said to be careful, but justifiably reversed: "Don't you want to?"

He paused, and his smile became more and more strange: "Or, as a goddess, don't you care who the golden apple falls to?"

"Would you be interested in a boring outcome that was already predestined?"

Tong Ji raised her fingers, pulled a strand of black hair like brocade behind her shoulder, and calmly retorted: "Isn't that kind of thing like a golden apple a good woman like me right?"

After speaking, she paused and looked around: "There shouldn't be any little biao who likes to with me, right?

Sister Crow is under so much pressure, let Sister Crow take it first?"

“......”

As soon as the words came out, half of the figures in those vague outlines cast hostile and hateful glances towards this place, and they could not restrain themselves.

Those distant voices were full of wrath, but they could not travel through the long time to descend here.

Dreams that are too thin can no longer carry more.

Moreover, there are very few divinities left of them, and they cannot even show their original faces, only the instincts of the past remain, which are no different from the clay sculptures in the temple.

Only Zeus, the king of the gods, as the symbol of Olympus, was able to temporarily break free from the state of annihilation and descend here with a clear posture.

One can imagine how complicated his mood was when he saw his former opponent jumping alive and still jumping on his own grave.

And Tong Ji, as a villain, took a small cup and drank other people's wine, and then picked up the fruit plate on the table and ate it.

It's still pleasant, and it's a mouthful.

I also sighed, that's the taste, authentic!

"Ah, by the way, the family just needs to be neat. ”

She threw grapes into her mouth, and looked at the only empty seat in the banquet, "Why are so many people here, but Apollo, the main master, is not here?"

"Wasn't he dead a long time ago?"

Zeus drank his wine and said calmly, "Killed by your own hands." ”

"Hey, it's all in the past, when we were young, everyone was ignorant, and it was normal to make some mistakes, but at that time, people were still young and still a child.

You see I've put it down, why can't you let it go?"

is so unscrupulous to provoke the former gods, without the slightest fear that they will attack themselves desperately in anger.

Tong Ji tilted her head, spit out the grape seeds in her mouth, and said casually:

"Speaking of which, you should thank me......"

The corners of her mouth curled, and she no longer hid her mockery: "I let him avoid the 'great benefactor' who ended up like you." ”

The cold winter winds, the icy moonlight as sharp as an arrow, the roar of the god of war, and the hostility of the Inquisitor......

At that moment, under this humiliation, the projection of the gods of Olympus emerged as a fiery scarlet.

Zeus's eyes flashed with a ray of angry thunder.

"Do you want to go to war?"

The former god-king said coldly: "You have come to Helios without our permission. Now we have entertained you, invited you to a banquet, and all you have brought is mockery and humiliation.

Our bones are not yet decaying to the point of decay, if you want to go to war. ”

"No, isn't that a humiliation for yourselves?"

Tong Ji coldly held her cup, "You have destroyed everything you have created with your own hands, because of your greed, you have fallen to this extent.

Wouldn't I, the man who was packing his hands, be allowed to complain?

Why do you think you can keep your temple now, and why are you still here? Zeus, if it weren't for the fact that Helios is still of some use, do you think I'd waste my time talking to you?"

Tong Ji raised her eyes and calmly told all the gods here: "You are to blame for your fate. From the time you wanted to turn your back on this world in order to get rid of your destiny, this was doomed. ”

"The White Crown King has seen the risks of this, and he has warned you, but no one has listened. He can only fly away and cut ties with you, but he is still implicated by you, and the evening is not guaranteed. “

"It's called 'self-employment,'" she said.

Not only the Olympian gods here, from Rome to Egypt, from the Americas to the Eastern Xia, in her opinion, the gods who once fell, without exception, are to blame.

This is the consequence of hoping for hell.

INTERVIEWER Is there something wrong in seeking the future in the abyss?

This is what Tong Ji never said to Huai Shi - the second half of the so-called 'social history' about the gods, the cause of the fall of the gods hundreds of years ago.

The divinity born from the pillar of divine essence has betrayed the destiny of heaven, and the god who has ascended from the present realm has betrayed his duty.

Unwilling to live with a mere thousand years, unwilling to be restrained by the mandate of heaven.

This never-ending greed in human nature has become the source of countless explorations......

Through blood, through favor, through gifts, through orders and punishments, to break free from the shackles.

Therefore, there will be many demigods, and the power of miracles will be transmitted to the hands of mortals. Because of this, the existence of the genealogy is formed, competing with each other, fighting and changing each other.

Rome, Eastern Xia, Egypt, Tianzhu, America......

The war has swept every inch of the present land, causing floods and disasters that have brought the entire world to the brink of destruction several times, even if the rational people have tried to redeem it, but in vain.

All the efforts put in are just a drop in the bucket.

Until half of the gods have fallen, the survivors who remain have learned their way and tried to find a second way out of the strife.

Since war does not serve its purpose.

Then the only way left is 'union'.

The first to make a change was the Pantheon, where the three Fathers of Thunder, Rome, Greece and Northern Europe were the first to conclude a covenant - since the gods exist to share the destiny of heaven, why not simply unite more?

Again, in order to get more modifiers, why not simply be neat and enrich the Mandate of Heaven on top of the same being?

Whether it is thunder, sun, or moon, wine, art, punishment, guarding, war, love, fertility, curse, hunting, planting......

All in one.

It's like a mortal raising funds to buy shares, and several 'enterprises' have joined forces to form a real monopoly group!

Long before the term 'syndicate' was coined in economics, its entities emerged from the hands of the gods. By bringing together all the authority as means of production, and giving divine grace and divine power as property, they gave a non-existent 'legal person', and in this way, created an 'idol' that did not exist in the world.

A so-called omniscient and all-powerful 'public account' and its owners, 'angels'.

The lineage of the Holy Spirit, born from this!

It was an unprecedented gamble, and then, an unprecedented success!

More and more gods joined in, abandoning war and choosing win-win. There are even people who follow the same example and start anew......

When the first person ate the crab, all sorts of new ideas came up one after another.

The gods behind the scenes, like shareholders on the board of directors, receive a steady stream of corrected dividends and gain vital freedom.

It was a golden age that was heavenly.

The whole world is moving at a rapid pace, and the whole present is growing at a high speed, just like Eden, which does not exist, with milk and honey in the river, figs on the trees, and water as sweet as wine.

Even if someone sees the hidden dangers, no one cares.

Even if the actual executor, the chosen CEO, the vice president of the kingdom of heaven warns the shareholders' meeting, but the gods who are addicted to and profit still don't care.

Even though this intoxicating beauty is rooted in hell, even if the era of flowers in front of us is overdrawing the present life.

The law of conservation of miracles is left behind.

No one cares what a terrible hell such a miracle will create in the abyss. And what a huge reflection will be formed by the empty shell of omniscience and omnipotence, and what kind of evil roots and seedlings will be planted.

It's as if before the subprime mortgage crisis, every investor would not pay attention to the rumors.

The risk is manageable.

Everybody says so.

But no one cares about the unknown risks.

Until one day, disaster struck without warning.

After a long gestation, the consequences finally sprouted from hell - overnight, an unprecedented storm spread rapidly to everyone involved, even the innocent who did not participate.

Only a few lucky ones survived because of their sleep, fake death and protection, or last-minute substitution and salvation.

The end recorded in the book of Revelation comes.

The end of the name 'Apocalypse'.

Solidification, fall, dusk, heaven and man, what is called is actually so-called, and it is no different from 'death'.

Under the terrifying gravitational pull from the abyss, decay and collapse spread rapidly.

Returning the Mandate of Heaven to the present, leaving authority in the world, throwing miracles into the world, and having lost everything, the dead gods fell from the heavens, through the present, and into the abyss.

A spectacular desperate place called the Fountain of Reflection was formed.

In the deepest depths of hell, the last remnants of divinity usher in the final distortion and solidification, converging into one in accordance with the gravitational pull of the abyss.

Thus, the reflection corresponding to the omniscient and omnipotent being, the only true God and the Supreme Lord that survives in this world, is finally born from the deepest hell.

With the first cry of the loud sound of the collapse of the present situation, the element of destruction known as the 'rancher' opened his eyes.

I looked at the world of my own.

For the first time in my life, I felt the so-called 'hunger'!

To this day, the thing in the world that is most qualified to call itself a god is still continuing that ugly and unsightly appearance, constantly devouring.

The calamities and poisons that have been caused are proof of this sin.

"Don't you regret it?"

Tong Ji looked at the gloomy faces, curious, "Have you never been ashamed of this?"

In the silence, Zeus suddenly chuckled softly, so mockingly.

The old god-king raised his head and drank the cursed wine in his cup, but he was full of unconcerned: "Is there any difference between you and us?

Or do you want me to remind you, 'Taiyi'?

Even if you can know in advance that your success is only for a moment, and that everything you do will lead to rebellion, will you stop what you do?

If 'unity' is the sin we have committed, then the war that preceded the union was not the one you caused!"

"Who's to say it isn't?"

Tong Ji responded calmly, lowered her head, looked at the pink porcelain cup in her hand, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps, this is the price I paid." ”

In the silence, no one spoke.

In the face of ignorance, the gods themselves are silent.