Half an hour ago, at the other end of Helios, the ethereal tower of light and the blood-colored bone tower were far away.

Just like the wars and duels between gods and demons.

The scruffy man leaned back in his chair, leaning his head and drinking wine, as one of the splinters of Publius, representing the existence of the soul of the Grand Master.

And just opposite him was a calm-looking Hedi.

And there was no sabre-rattling.

There is no killing intent towards each other.

"It's so fast, Hedi, it seems that those third-rate goods are not useless. ”

The alchemist who drank so lightly commented on his former colleagues, condescendingly, but without mockery or arrogance.

Just calmly tell the truth.

Even the translucent spirits beside Hedi had no objections.

Those who play with lips and tongues are destined to miss the essence of alchemy, and who among the alchemists who have come to this level does not know where their limits are?

For the great master who is high up, it is no different from garbage.

It doesn't make sense that he will be furious because he told the truth.

Dead are dead.

With their abilities and after gathering all their wisdom, what they could reach was such a limit - with the support of Hades' temple, they struggled to interfere with the operation of the secret ritual of the [God-front Duel], and barely advanced the duel between Hedi and Publius by ten rounds.

This is again under the initiative of Publius.

"Be patient, Publius. He said, "It takes some time to get things done. ”

As he spoke, the door under the tower burst open.

In the midst of the rush of blood, a figure shrouded in ornate gold ornaments slowly walked out, carrying two curved scythes at his waist, and his scarlet eyes glancing at the opponent in front of him.

On the other side of the battlefield, the silent burly giant.

Hercules.

The sound of gold and iron suddenly burst out, sparks leaping out of the void, and in an instant, the high-pitched steel hiss spread.

At some point, Gala had drawn a scythe in her hand, and Hercules remained still, just silently watching her opponent who was provoking her.

Silently, a gap appeared in the scythe, and Garo's eyes darkened.

Put away your weapons.

just took a sip unhappily, "The second-rate goods made by God are really useless." ”

I don't know if I'm talking about my own weapon or the opponent on the other side.

Even though he had been warned in advance, he defied the taboos and provoked the enemy, only to be in vain, much to the displeasure of the followers of Death, who were intoxicated with killing and bloodshed.

You can't have a hearty fight.

It's just not fun.

Alchemists like that, huh......

In silence, he slowly moved out of the way, revealing the darkness behind him.

In that darkness, under the arch of countless monsters, a girl covered in a black veil stood silently, waiting silently.

Garo hooked his fingers and motioned for the shelled puppet to step forward, then tugged at her arm and stepped forward.

Pushed her into the center of the field.

"Hurry up. Gala pressed irritably.

Hercules looked up, glanced upward, and after receiving a wave from Publius, he got up from the ground, slowly took off his weapon and shield, and threw them in place.

Only a black box remained.

Step by step, step forward.

The strange aura hidden in that box was so strong.

Even the mere presence distorted the surrounding scene, and darkness wriggled and coiled on it, turning into a layer of mist that drifted with the wind.

Laughter and weeping were heard hallucinating in the dark mist.

It is filled with all the calamities and chaos of the world.

The corners of Gala's eyes jumped, as if she recognized what it was, and she took an unpleasant step away, and then another step, pinching her nose, unable to bear the 'stench' left on it.

With that, Hercules stepped forward and put the little box into Pandora's hand.

In an instant, all visions dissipated.

It's as if what was just now was an illusion and never existed.

But the girl holding the box clearly became vivid, as if she had a trace of vitality.

It was just an artificial human created by an alchemist, an empty shell with a miracle mark attached, but at this moment, when the eyes under the black veil flowed, they glowed with an incredible look.

So tempting.

"Open it, Pandora. ”

Hedi's eyes were lowered, and a fanatical light appeared in his eyes: "Present this unique sacrifice to the gods who are concerned about this place." ”

He said, "This is your fate—"

At that moment, under the alchemic order and control, two completely different miracle seals created by Grand Master Publius and Chief Helios Hedi merged into one!

The humanoid relic called Pandora and the box called Calamity combine to form a terrifying frenzy that reverses the tide and subverts all rules.

Under the veil, a shrill scream suddenly rang out.

Like a child who died and a woman who was about to give birth, it contained pain and despair, like a substance ravaging every inch of the eardrums, and Hercules retreated step by step, unable to resist the poison of the soul so strong in the voice!

Poison called 'Hope'!

At this moment, two lines of blood and tears snaked down from Pandora's eyes, and in her hands, the pitch-black box cracked inch by inch.

The taboo sealed in the darkness erupted.

It was not a calamity, nor a terror, but a pure golden light.

So bright, so brilliant, it seems to exhaust all the beauty in the world, it makes people yearn for it, just looking at it, it makes people want to step forward desperately, and it is difficult to restrain their greed.

Want to get, want to get.

It was an apple carved out of gold!

At this moment, with Pandora's movements, terrifying flames rose from her body, burning every inch of her body and flesh in every hole, but she didn't seem to feel pain.

After the burning black veil, the first smile since birth emerged.

So pleasant, and so vicious.

- Revenge on the High Rulers!

She finally spoke, and the soft voice echoed above Helios, resounding through every inch of space, echoing in every temple, re-enacting the prelude that had caused the upheaval of the gods!

"With this meager offering, I would like to offer it to the most beautiful goddess—"

At that moment, Pandora burned completely.

Instead, the terrifying light emitted by the golden apple rose into the sky, tearing apart all the mysteries and enveloping all of Helios.

What was caused was a riot that turned the duel before God upside down!

The love-hate and resentment between the gods are re-enacted.

The walls of the mist dissipated, and the bells of all the temples rang again. The symbols of the gods who had been living in harmony with Olympus suddenly became alienated and cold.

The balance was broken.

Under the curse of the past!

Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Parsephine, Hecate...... Even the three goddesses, the nine muses, and all the goddesses of Olympus were all tempted by this golden apple to cause an instinctive riot.

Attacking each other, repelling each other, racking their hearts and minds, just to monopolize the meaningless bright light.

This is the catastrophe that has survived in history, and even has long been predestined by fate, triggering the fuse of the huge war that has swept the entire Mediterranean world.

After a gap of 100 years, it will be staged again in the vast space!

After a long period of planning and brewing, Grand Master Publius finally launched a counterattack against the invaders - in an instant, the [God-front Duel] was self-defeating!

"So, let's challenge the gods again—"

In the Tower of Light, the rudimentary form of the god running in the blazing light raised his eyes and whispered in a deep voice, "It's like it was a hundred years ago...... It's like it was 200 years ago!"

After experiencing countless failures and setbacks, after a long period of imprisonment and torture, and suffering endless humiliation and reluctance, he once again launched an attack on the unattainable realm!

This is the fate and dream that countless alchemists have passed down for hundreds of years.

"One day, I will master the truth and be above the gods......"

At this moment, along with his words, the blood-colored big hand tore through the secret ritual of the duel in front of the gods, and stretched out his palm again towards the sun wheel above the heavenly dome.

And all the duels stopped.

The participants looked at each other blankly, not knowing what was happening, only to see the blood in the field meandering towards the giant tower of light.

Among them, it also includes Huai poems, which have unconsciously restored their human form.

"Mom, Tongji, come out and see God!"

But Tongji didn't look at it.

At some point, she disappeared without a trace.

It's like falling into another sudden dream.

She did not resist, but obeyed the call of the will, and walked through the old times to the top of the golden palace.

When she raised her eyes again, she was already seated in the center of the long table, like a sudden uninvited guest at a happy banquet, and the original laughter and pleasure were gone.

"Oh, don't come unharmed, guys. ”

Tong Ji raised her eyes, looked around at those blurred figures, and finally, looked at the clearest old man at the top, and smiled: "Are you okay?"

At this moment, the burly old man with white hair held a wine glass, raised his head nonchalantly, and drank it all.

"It's all obsolete goods that have been dead for I don't know how many years, what's good and bad?"

The remnants of the former name 'Zeus' put down the wine glass indifferently, "It is even more complicated to see the former enemy still dancing in front of our grave." ”

"Really, people are dead, why can't you be more generous?" Tong Ji waved her hand indifferently and looked around: "Don't you give me a cup?" ”

"This is an Olympian banquet, but outsiders are not welcome. ”

"It's okay, I brought my own. ”

Tong Ji flipped her hand, and a teacup printed with a pink pig's head appeared, and shook it proudly: "My contractor bought it for me, are you envious?"

In an instant, the vague outlines of the eyes around him became strange.

It's like seeing a ghost.

Contractor?

You?

Are you serious?