In the eastern part of the Roman Empire, in the town of Poplar in the province of Clovio, there is a temple dedicated to Kronos, the king of the Titans.

After the end of the war in Rome, people converted to Christianity in the east, adjacent to the Kingdom League, and the once bustling Great Temple was deserted.

Locals are bewitched by Christian priests to demolish the temple that has been around for a long time after the Magnolia Festival.

Even the stubborn old men were sure that no one would enter the abandoned temple again, unless that person wanted to be tied up to the town's church by the fanatical faithful and burned alive on a cross.

Yes. Faith Battle...... It's that cruel!

But today, the temple, which was supposed to be abandoned until the day it was demolished, welcomes a mysterious traveler on a rainy day.

He walked in the drizzle, lightly climbing over the townspeople's makeshift wooden walls of gray stone and wood, through the lifeless gardens that had been left untended, and pushing open the temple's dusty doors.

The moonlight gradually filled the temple as the gate opened, and the statue of Kronos faced the door, and the idol's expressive eyes looked in the direction of the traveler, as if to question why he was disturbing his slumber.

Of course, Kronos was imprisoned at the bottom of hell by Zeus in ancient times, and it was impossible for him to reappear in the surface world through a river of Styx and the obstruction of many gods.

The traveler gently closed the gate, walked to the center of the temple, looked around, disposed of the scattered wooden tables and chairs that had been dismantled by the mob, placed them on the stone floor that had not yet been wet by the raindrops, and took out the flint and steel from his pocket to make a simple bonfire.

It was only by the faint light of the fire that he was wrapped in a dark blue cloak, which was made of fine material and had a silver-trimmed ornament that symbolized nobility. He pulled hard and threw it away, revealing the whole person.

He was a middle-aged man with lifeless gray hair and brown eyes.

His hooked nose and signature scar from the cleft ear to the corner of his mouth make anyone who knows a little bit about the contemporary history of the continent exclaim when they see him, Ebel......

Abel is a legendary powerhouse of the Kingdom League and a master assassin, who has left behind various legends, such as assassinating the "Wolf of the Steppe" who ruled the steppe for nearly a hundred years alone, immortalizing three legions before the Duchy of Griffons was defeated by the Empire, and accepting the Empire's commission to cooperate with the legendary powerhouse Kane to slay three dragons in a row......

And now, from him, there is no majesty of the legendary powerhouse at all, perhaps because of the long journey, or because of the dense wounds under his leather armor......

Abel hastily tended to the wound, pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from the gap between the leather armor, dipped it in the blood that remained on the leather armor, and wrote in the faint light of the fire.

"Dear Arla, my sister, I can't remember how long it has been since I have written to you. Please forgive me for being selfish, but there are things that have to be done by me...... After that damned battle, the Holy See seems to have reached some kind of agreement with the gods of Rome. Now, even within the borders of the Roman Empire, Christian missionaries are everywhere. ”

The crackling of burning wood echoed through the empty temple, perhaps feeling some warmth, and Abel lay down, leaned against the marble pillar, found a comfortable position, paused, and continued to write.

"I continued to follow my master's orders and search for the whereabouts of the artifact 'Horn of Chaos', but the cruelty of reality forced me to temporarily stop my journey. Before that, I wondered if the gods had given up on us...... Or are they all already ...... to Christianity But just ten days ago, just as we were about to give up, a mysterious priesthood appeared......"

At this point, Abel couldn't help but pause, and there was a rare fear in his eyes, like the fear that a mouse has for a cat.

"He stopped us from continuing our search for the ruins, unleashing a magic I had never seen before, and I only felt a cold wind blowing, and my followers fell one by one, and I, too, became weak and weak...... I have the fighting spirit in me like I've never had it...... Immediately after, he pulled out a staff engraved with intricate inscriptions from the spatial ring, and the dead in the ruins, who had long since turned into skeletons, suddenly seemed to be alive at that moment, and rushed towards me with their swords...... I desperately escaped from the ruins, but the followers who had followed me for decades remained there forever...... I'm sure we've met the necromancer......"

"I still remember the terrain of the ruins, but to get my hands on the Horn of Chaos, I'll need an entire Empire's legendary legion to help me stop those damn skeletons...... and the assassins who helped me kill the spirit mage, but unfortunately, this is not possible, and the legendary legions of the empire, I can still find it through the connections left by my master...... Even if I'm a member of the Kingdom League, there will still be people willing to help me as long as the price is enough...... Or, a well-trained mercenary group should be up to the job, but the Assassins ......"

At this moment, a dark green portal suddenly appeared in front of the statue of Kronos, illuminating the entire temple, and Abel was so frightened that he hurriedly stood up and hid in the shadows behind the marble pillars.

The portal only stayed for a moment, and Abel vaguely saw something fall out of the portal, and only after the magic fluctuations when the portal closed disappeared did Abel poke his head out tremblingly.

The escape for more than ten days had made him fussed, but if he hadn't been so vigilant, his soul would have been taken away by the necromancer who was chasing after him.

"How long has it been since you have sent down a miracle for me, gods above...... Wait, this is ......"

Abel didn't realize that the gods and the Titans in his mouth were two different things—he was too surprised now......

Because, lying quietly on the ground, a roll of parchment with the remnants of the breath of destruction!

Abel glanced at the statue of Kronos in disbelief, then stood solemnly and bowed deeply to the statue.

At this moment, he was sure that the gods had not given up on themselves...... Although Kronos belonged to the long-dead Second Divine Line, he sensed his thoughts and responded, which meant that the Titans had chosen him as the spokesman of the human realm!

Don't...... Are the Titans coming back?

Abel swallowed, took the parchment roll in his hand and opened it, only to see a bunch of obscure words written on it, which were obviously very obscure, but he understood the contents at a glance.

......

"You will be me, the only believer in the world...... Travel to the north, to the new home of the Holy Clan. Find their leader, Richard, and tell him that the great Kronos will come to earth on the night of the Blood Moon's reappearance...... Ask him if he's ready...... Be prepared to pay the price for deceiving the gods!"

......

Even though it was just a short pile of obscure ancient texts, Abel still felt the wrath of Kronos!

Deception, Holy Family, Richard?

Wait a minute...... Abel's eyes widened - he seemed to know some great secret!

However, Kronos, the King of Titans, is about to return...... I don't know, when that day really comes, the gods who fought for their faith on this continent, and the ...... What happens to the guy who calls himself God......

The tiredness on Abel's face vanished, and he looked down in contemplation for a moment, then suddenly began to laugh...... His laughter was full of hatred and pleasure......

"Hehehe...... Yahweh, and ...... The Gods of Rome...... You will surely kneel at the feet of the Titans and beg for life!"

After saying that, Abel stood up, and he continued to write with a quill on the unfinished letter paper he had just written.

"My dear sister, I may have to change my schedule...... I'm going to go north, to the north of the empire! and I'm going to look for a man named Richard there! You'll probably never believe what I'm going through today...... The king of the Titans of ancient times, Kronos did not die in the divine war against the Titans...... He gave me an oracle...... I'm going to the north!I'm going to the north of the empire!If you see this letter I've left behind, remember that I'm always with you!and...... Our kingdom should not be decided by a god on high!"

When he had finished writing, Abel sighed, carefully folded the parchment, and placed it under the most conspicuous idol in the temple dedicated to Kronos, and bowed respectfully to Kronos before walking out resolutely!

Abel clearly sensed that the wounds on his body had almost healed, and in his battle qi, there was also a trace of destruction - this was the power of Kronos!

......

Not long after Abel left Kronos's temple, an inconspicuous fly suddenly flew to the center of the temple, and a cloud of black mist instantly enveloped the interior of the temple.

However, this black fog comes and goes quickly.

When the black fog was blown away by the wind, a pale-faced Loki appeared above this clearing!

"Oh? Loki...... Why are you here?"

"Because, I perceive your awakening......"

"So, are you ready to be destroyed in the kingdom of God?"

"No...... Master Kronos...... You shouldn't be in this world again, ......"

"Rocky ......"

In the temple, the voice that suddenly appeared and was full of majesty, and after a slight murmur at the end, it disappeared again......

Loki's face turned even paler, because, just a moment ago, he had seen the scroll of parchment that Abel had left behind under the idol!

He's still a step slower!

Kronos, having unleashed his divine powers, sheltered the Chosen One, kept him away from his senses, and quietly left the ......