"Do you have any other solutions to the heavens?"

In the middle of hell, next to a sapling that had grown to half a man's height in a short time, the avatar of Asmodeurs asked.

He himself came because of the things that happened to Hypnos. A long time ago, Ryan had already said that he would send a lord to the third hell to fight the abyss with Cleos, after all, it was not surprising that neither he nor the Lord of the Nine Hells would be able to personally intervene in this war between the two realms in the future.

As the pioneer of the Nine Prisons, Asmodeurs naturally needs to mobilize the power of the interface to resist the pressure of the abyss itself, and compared to Tartarus, the nascent Nine Prisons are still too weak. And the snake of the world may not be able to pull out, and he also has to deal with Moya, the mother of demons, who gave birth to many demon gods.

After all, it was impossible for the incarnation to mobilize the power of the spirit world to fight against himself in the body of another primordial god, so he could not sweep all of them with only the blessings of the three layers of hell.

Fortunately, the strength of the new god is not weak, and it is still enough to fight when he occupies a favorable position.

"I know what you're trying to say, but it's not a question of erecting a few more pillars in the West Sea."

"There is both an actual weight and a conceptual 'weight' in the sky, and the copper pillar can share the actual part, but the conceptual one can only be solved by the symbol of three points, which cannot be replaced by simple quantity."

Standing beside the Lord of the Nine Hells, Ryan's figure was a little illusory.

If you want to take it, you must give it first, and the nutrients that can make the sacred tree grow are naturally the power of the world itself. Now, its first taproot is rooted in the roots of the atrium, greedily drawing power.

Of course, this is only for the extravagant act of rejuvenating the sapling at the beginning, and in the future, whether it is the Oath Tree named 'Nordahill' by Ryan, or the 'Fountain of Leonor', it will have its own way of growing.

"What about refining an artifact?"

As soon as his thoughts turned, Asmodeurs thought of another solution.

In many cases, artifacts can exercise authority in place of the gods, and since the solar chariot was once built, it may not be impossible to follow suit now.

"That's okay, but the artifact that supports the sky must also have authority related to bearing, such as [Mountain], and [Strength]."

Shaking his head, Ryan said lightly:

"If Atlas is willing to give up all his power and turn it into an artifact to support the sky in his place, then I don't mind doing you a favor."

That being said, both Ryan and Asmodeurs knew that the Superintendent would not accept such an almost embarrassing escape.

Or, if he really knew how to be so flexible, he wouldn't refuse to surrender to Olympus. People with strong wills often have some aspects of paranoia, as was the case with Atlas.

If a single artifact requires the fit of authority, I'm afraid it may not be possible if there are enough of them."

There was a little silence, and Asmodeus didn't know what he was thinking. Artifacts can't be crafted casually, but listening to him, it seems that there is a way to obtain the raw materials for forging more than one artifact.

"Of course, after all, supporting the sky is not a confrontation with the sky itself, it is just a lift, and quantitative changes can still produce qualitative changes."

Nodding, Ryan said with a smile:

"But I have a better way, which might take some time."

"Huh? What do you want to do? ”

Asmodeirs didn't seem to be very enthusiastic.

"I can't talk about anything, it's just because of a prophecy."

Ryan didn't care about the slightly cold attitude of the Lord of the Nine Prisons.

"Prophecy?"

"Yes, prophecy."

Although it has been a long time since the so-called prophecy has been spoken, this time, it is actually a real prophecy. It's just that the prophet is not Ryan himself, but another existence that has a special relationship with the former second-generation god king.

He tried to divinate his future, and did get a revelation of fate, but he didn't know what it meant. He asks his teacher for answers, and Ryan listens to him.

In fact, Ryan thought that because of his destruction of fate, some things would not happen again, but now that he looks, the power of fate is still very strong. But it doesn't matter, he will continue to change it.

"I vaguely see that in the distant future, there will be a human being who will accomplish twelve feats that are inconceivable to mortals, and his steps will spread all over the earth, the seas, and the underworld, and ascend to the throne of God. But unfortunately, despite seeing this scene, I still don't quite understand why he could do it. ”

"So you're meddling in this?"

Looking at Ryan, the Lord of the Nine Prisons asked calmly:

"Then why don't you do it yourself."

"I'll do it too."

Shaking his head, Ryan said lightly:

"It's just an isolated case, I need samples from different angles, so that I can see what he has gained behind this so-called 'great achievement'."

"You can participate or not, it doesn't affect your plans to build artifacts, does it?"

Then let's talk about it then. Humans, humans, Mephistopheles will take care of them for me, and I have to say, at least for him, I see the wisdom of humanity. ”

It would be unwise to pin your hopes on an illusory future, so Asmodeurs paid little attention to it and didn't expect much from it.

Especially the prophecy, after experiencing the terrible fate of his own life, the Lord of the Nine Prisons was somewhat respectful of it.

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On the earth, in the blink of an eye, the sun and the moon have rotated several times, and the tide in the eastern part of the continent has risen higher and higher.

The low peaks were flooded by rivers or widened, or diverted; The torrential rain continued and seemed to have no end.

But in the midst of the rolling waves, there was a small exception, and that was a simple raft. The tide stopped around it, and the beast avoided its presence, and it drifted aimlessly through the flood, carrying the two men above it.

There was no water on the raft, because the rainstorm in the sky had avoided it, and the sea had no drink; There is no food on it, because the birds in the sky have drowned in the water from exhaustion, and there are no fish or shrimp in this unnatural tide.

Fortunately, the two people on the raft were not mortals, they were the children of the gods, and although the divinity contained in their bodies was almost non-existent, making them not much stronger than mortals, but it saved them from dying of hunger and thirst.

So in the midst of wandering, another few days passed. The sea seemed to be showing signs of abating, and on this day, after an unexpected collision, the raft docked on an unknown mountain peak.

Exhausted, Decalion and Pyrrha climbed to the only land they encountered during their wandering, but when they reached the top of the mountain, they saw something incredible.

With this mountain as the boundary, the sea came to an abrupt halt, as if some invisible force had cut it off. On one side of the mountain is a vast plain where not a drop of sea water falls, while on the other side is the endless waves that crash against the mountain and cause a loud rumbling sound.

It can be vaguely seen that on the plains, there are still some creations that are not natural.

"This is the Parnassus Mountains, so we've been drifting for that long?"

Finally recognizing his own location, Diocalion was still shocked in his embarrassment.

He had heard of it, and even seen images of it, which his father, Prometheus, had told him. Originally, it was just myths and legends to him, and to this day, he stands here himself, looking at this ancient land from afar.

Perhaps it is this place that can stop the monstrous floods, because this is where the Great Temple of Delphi is located, the place where Mother Earth sleeps. The Golden and Silver Age began here, and it bears witness to the history of the Second Age, which is an extraordinary sacred place.

"Anyway, we survived."

Coming back from the shock, my mind went from tense to relaxed. Decalion smiled bitterly, his father had been captured, and he had to live with his uncle's family, but not long ago, Epimetheus and Pandora did not say goodbye.

When he and Pyra returned to the garden residence, it was just the two of them. They were confused for a while, but just as Diocalion had accepted all this, the flood came again.

Now, the tiredness of being forgotten came to him, and he sat on the ground without an image, and beside him, Pyra was already leaning against a boulder at the top of the mountain.

Looking at the tide cut off by the mountains, Deucarion was a little confused. Even if the flood waters receded, how would he and Pyra live?

However, just as he was thinking, a subtle and hesitant voice came from his side.

"It Was Fulfilled"

"What did you say it was fulfilled?"

Diocalion turned his head to see that it was Pyra muttering to herself. The fact that the girl was left with her parents soon after such a disaster made her extremely insecure.

"Disaster. My father had said that one day, the Divine Court would send a catastrophe to destroy the Bronze Humans and the traces of their existence. I always thought it was something he was saying to scare me, but now-"

Looking at everything in front of her, Pila's face turned a little pale.

"What?"

For his uncle Epimetheus, Deucarion still knows about it. He was known to the gods for his foolishness, but now that he had foreseen this catastrophe?

Maybe it was an accident. It's also better to be accidental. Decarion comforted himself that it was not that he could not accept that Epimethes was not stupid, but that he thought of more.

If the other party had known that the human race would be destroyed, did it mean that this catastrophe was actually premeditated by the gods, and whether it was the bronze human, or the mortal things on the earth, even he and Pyra were just insignificant victims and pawns.

If this is true, it means that they are still in danger, and the danger of death is never far away.

"Did he say anything else?"

Calming down, Diocalion asked again. Hearing his words, Pyra was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to suddenly remember something.

"He seems to have said that. Her Royal Highness Themis is the god of justice, the embodiment of justice, and if one day encounters an irresistible disaster, we may be able to ask for her help, because she is the most trustworthy of the gods. ”

"Is it the most trustworthy?"

Her heart sank again, and under the protection of her parents, Pyra had never encountered hardship before, so she was not sensitive to these things, but Decalion heard the meaning.

Why look for the most trustworthy god to ask for help, because the others are not worth trusting. Perhaps his own guess was right, the real danger for him and Pyra was yet to come, and only the testimony of the Lord of the Law could avoid the worst.

"Then do it, Pila, and trust your father, for his words to you will be useful."

Barely smiling, Diocalion said.

"Okay."

Pierra, who had long been out of her opinion, nodded immediately, and she and Deucarion knelt on the ground and began to pray silently.

"Themis, O goddess whom all spirits revere and who illuminates all directions, thy thoughts are always pure, and thy judgments are not false."

"Listen to me:"

"The earth has lost its life, and we are the only ones who remain. I have lost my way forward, and I ask you to show me the way. ”

Her voice was not loud, but it was in the vicinity of the oracle, where all the gods had left their mark, and her voice was transmitted. For a long time, just when Pyra thought that the goddess did not want to pay attention to her, a voice sounded in her heart.

"I see. Wait where you are, descendants of Iapetus, for the guidance you need will soon come. ”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Pyra couldn't help but laugh, but beside her, Decalion's eyes flashed with the look of the aftermath.

The wisdom inherited from his father was especially effective in difficult situations, and in the course of prayer, Decarion vaguely guessed something.

They survived the catastrophe as a joke, and the monsters that were more powerful than them were devoured by the Krakens, leaving him and Pyra unscathed. This is by no means the good intentions of the gods, but because they are still useful.

But just because it's useful now doesn't mean it's always been useful. The existence of the goddess of justice may be able to escape when they are 'useless'.

After all, they are not gods, and a weak existence like them can be erased by the gods because they are troublesome, and naturally they can also be separated by the attitude of another god.

As for their own attitudes, no one cares about that, just as no one has ever cared about the mortal things that died under the flood.

Humanity has finally received attention, and the rest of the life, the gods don't even bother to look at it.

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Squeak————

- Bang

On Mount Olympus, the gate of the shrine slowly closes. The gods took their seats one by one, but the atmosphere became more strange.

The Ocean God and his wife had already left, and although Zeus had invited them to the banquet out of politeness, neither Okeanos nor Ctesis had any uncomfortable thoughts left.

After today, the relationship between the two sides, which was originally harmonious, is no longer what it used to be, but the Ocean God couple doesn't care. Zeus's ruthlessness towards Metis had made them understand the nature of the new god-king, and for him, interests were obviously more important than feelings.

In that case, there is no need for them to maintain this superficial relationship.

On the other hand, in the face of the adoptive parents who were famous and implicitly threatening, the God King finally compromised.

He did not give up his rights to the sea, even if he did not want to defend Poseidon's interests. But no matter what he thought in his heart, Zeus had no choice but to allow the Ocean God System to interfere with the faith, even if it was an extremely great threat to him.

The river gods and lake gods of the ocean god system are all over the land, and although they have experienced several wars, most of the newly born rivers in the world today do not have corresponding regional gods, but their descendants are still quite numerous. Zeus could almost have foreseen that his adoptive father would be able to spread his influence to new humans.

But he did it anyway, because if he had chosen to abandon Poseidon first, not to mention how many gods would have stood with him in the great Olympus, Hades alone would have completely lost contact with him. And this time, Hestia will probably never be on Zeus's side.

So even though he had a lot of opinions about Poseidon, Zeus refused another request from the goddess of raw water, and then ate this bitter fruit alone.

"It's really unstable, I thought the god king was saying the same."

Sitting in her place, Aphrodite propped her chin up, her bright face as charming and seductive as ever, but compared to the smile on her face, her thoughts were diametrically opposed.

The original beauty god thought how powerful the god king was, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

"This is normal, except for the first generation of god kings, there has never been a king who truly rules the world. Although Zeus discovered faith, I was not very optimistic about him. ”

Bewildered by the charm unintentionally displayed by the god of beauty for a moment, the sun god actually echoed in a low voice. However, he quickly reacted and looked up at the God King above.

Fortunately, I don't know if I didn't hear it, Zeus didn't seem to look at him.

"Well, it's over, anyway, the old humanity has perished."

On the throne, as if sensing the wavering of people's hearts, Zeus said in a deep voice:

"Now that everything is done, it's time to start a new era."

"Phoros."

"Your Majesty, please command."

Standing up from his position, the wind god received his orders respectfully as always.

"When the waters of the world reced, go and find the children of Prometheus and Epimetheus, and by their means give birth to a new human race. But remember—"

Staring at the God of the West Wind, the God King said lightly:

"The new humans don't need guidance, let them complete their first understanding of the world on their own. The land after the flood will not be so dangerous for a short time, they will not suffer heavy casualties, but it is enough to realize the difficulty of survival. ”

"And your majesty, what about Decarion and Pila?"

Respectfully, Ferros asked again.

"They. Humanity doesn't need them, humanity just needs the gods. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Zeus finally gave an ambiguous reply. However, looking at the god of Zephyr who understood it, he believed that the other party would know what to do.

Nodding yes, Feros turned away, and the hall was quiet again. This time, though, Zeus could see that their spirits were much more concentrated.

Compared with the fact that the God King was frustrated in front of the Ocean God, it was still their vital interests that they paid more attention to. But before that, there's a little thing to deal with.

"Poseidon, my noble brother,"

A smile finally appeared on his face, and Zeus felt the depression in his heart soothe a little:

"I wonder if you remember the bet you made earlier?"

(End of chapter)