Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Ten minutes ago, while Huai Shi and Hercules were fighting each other.

　　 The door to the heart of the Everfreezing Furnace was pushed open by the belated traveler. In the darkness, the skeleton sleeping in the water tank seemed to have noticed it, and moved slightly in the wine.

　　 Can still be immersed in the dream of the past and never wake up.

　　Is anyone here?

　　 Can’t hear clearly, is it a passing guest?

　　 A long way, is he tired? Maybe he should be entertained for a rest, but he is too sleepy to get up. Sorry, the food and sleep are in the cabinet, please do it yourself.

　　 In silence, Izzy took off the cigarette at the corner of his mouth and quietly stared at the sleeping skull in the water tank.

　　 for a long time, slowly half kneeling on the ground.

　　 He lowered his head, as if facing a great figure above him, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, I came from the place where the mountains clash, and I bring gold and the greetings of the mother of the moon, Mamaquilia."

　　Mamaquilia?

Where does 　　 seem to have heard? It's a familiar name, but I still can't remember it.

　　 In the water tank, the skull's dark eye sockets were illuminated by the rising light outside the door.

　　 is a little uncomfortable.

　　 felt a little uneasy in his deep sleep.

　　 Is there a banquet outside? Father, are they drinking all night again? Was it another victory? Conquered the enemy again, right?

　　 light, too bright and too cruel.

　　 Those too indulgent banquets, those cruel spoils, those honey wines are bleeding...

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

　　 The memories of the past seem to resurface, but those distant outlines are too vague to remember.

　　 I only remember that there was a burly figure sitting on the highest point, raising a wine glass with horns, laughing loudly, and beckoning to himself.

"my child."

　　 The one-eyed man raised his arm and called out proudly: "Come here! Come to my father!"

Who is he?

Who am I?

Can not remember.

　　 After a short wait, Iz seemed to have finally plucked up his courage, raised his eyes, looked at the unresponsive skeleton in the water tank, and sighed helplessly.

　　 reached out his arms.

　　 "Please forgive me for your offense."

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

　　 In a box covered with brocade, lies a tender green branch. Under the cherished preservation, it has not shriveled and withered, still glowing with the bright color of the past, and the opposing green leaves still exude vitality.

　　 That is a mistletoe that has never appeared on Helios!

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

　　 A faint light appeared in the silent skull eyes.

　　 Like, the long dream is finally over.

　　 He opened his eyes.

　　 finally recalled the past.

　　 "Ah, is that so?" The mutilated skeleton whispered softly, "I remember..."

　　 "So, am I not Publius?"

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

　　 Above the seat of God, Publius uttered an angry roar, had lost all patience, swayed his power violently, making Helios tremble violently, and the earth roared.

　　 has had enough.

　　 This annoying obstruction and variable!

　　 He raised his pupils, his cracked face was full of killing intent, and he looked at Huai Shi who was sluggish not far away, completely eradicating all the opponents blocking him!

　　 No matter who it is, there is no way to stop him from moving forward!

　　 No matter who it is, he can't change the result he got!

　　 Then, Publius raised his right hand again, and between the empty five fingers, the alchemy above the Grand Master was once again revealed.

　　 Endless high temperatures gathered, forming a violent whirlpool.

　　 The flame storm that could destroy the entire city was compressed on the palm of the hand, forming a wind tunnel the size of a ping-pong ball, and even rapidly increasing its power.

　　 glows with endless dazzling light!

　　 "I am Publius!"

　　 He held up his right hand and declared to the world: "I am immortal!"

　　 "Nothing..."

　　 The skeleton in the water tank whispered sluggishly.

　　 "I am the **** of the world!"

　　 Publius roared, lifted his might, floating above Helios:

　　 "——I am the lord of the scorching sun·Apollo!"

　　 "Nothing..."

　　 In the water tank, the skull trembles violently, and in the dark eye sockets, there are continuous strands of sparks flashing, just like those returning memories.

　　 "I am not Publius, I am not Apollo."

　　 It whispered chaotically, tracing its origin: "I am... I am..."

　　 At that moment, the last memory emerged from the quickly repaired soul, making him completely usher in the most important answer, the long-destined result.

　　 "I'm... Badr..."

　　 He suddenly realized that he was swallowed by the sun wheel that descended from the sky.

He said:

　　 "——Wonao, the King of Light!"

　　 So, at that moment, in the door opened by the heart of the Everfreezing Furnace, glorious sunlight gushed out, illuminating everything.

　　 made an indelible flame light up in the dark universe.

　　 Bright, come!

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　　 In the illusory temple, a broken voice sounded.

　　 Zeus clenched his fists blankly and smashed his own glass, but after that, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahahaha!!!!"

　　 He leaned forward and backward with a smile, and offered applause for the unfolding of this fate: "If you have something you have, you have to give up. That's it, that's how it is!!!"

　　 What do you want.

　　 you must give up something.

　　 This is the essence of alchemy.

　　 If you want to gain the power and respect of the gods, you must abandon your own physical body-for this reason, Publius will not hesitate to completely divide himself.

　　 Blood, flesh, spirit, desire, and even... bones that have lost their value!

　　So that he didn't realize that his mysterious ritual had been successful long ago, even before Huaishi and the others ascended to Helios, the true gods had come.

　　 It’s just that the resurrected Apollo is not the long annihilated.

　　 The mystery that lost the goal is still running, and finally, it points to the only one in the field that has not been polluted by the rancher and has the possibility of resurrection.

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

　　 But because of the nuances of the ritual, he was confused, as if his head hit the ground first when he came, and he didn't even remember who he was. The consciousness of God and the incomplete memory of Pubulus were mixed in the same place.

　　 was born a whole new life.

　　...A skeleton with the essence of God!

　　 Zeus suddenly asked: "Did you know it from the beginning?"

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

　　 Tongji raised her eyebrows: "After all, I am quite impressed."

　　 In this world, there are only a few sun gods who have never fallen with the gods or killed by their own hands.

　　 and it’s so salty...

　　 There is only Him, right?

　　 The alien species among the Nordic gods not only violently demonstrated their authority, but brought warmth and laughter, happiness and peace to all things in the world...

　　 Regrettably, the principle that good people don’t live long doesn’t work among mortals.

　　 is also popular among gods.

　　Even before the fall of the gods, before Tong Ji killed his kind, he had been killed by the trick of the **** of conspiracy, and died in the hands of his uncle.

　　 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 was born, his death was doomed.

　　 To investigate its root causes, it is necessary to return to the "sociological history of 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 things others do not want to do.

　　 It seems that when the company is building, the newcomer must be responsible for carrying the bag, the boss always has the younger brother who needs to go to the back when the boss is committed, the class is cleaned after school, and there is always a group of people to clean the toilet.

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

　　 Like the hapless child Hades in the Greek gods who was brutally calculated by his brother, there are always people who are out of luck.

In Eastern Xia, it was Taishan Mansion with a great sense of responsibility. In Egypt, it was Osiris, who was half-dead. In Northern Europe...everyone promoted the democratic voting system-here it means that everyone puts work on the team. The most suspicious person in this.

　　 Rocky.

　　 In order to appease their hapless brother, Odin and Loki made an agreement, and Loki will temporarily take over the management of Hell and hand it over to his daughter in the future.

　　 As a reward, his son will make a marriage contract with her as the **** of light.

　　 But, the Norse gods don’t know that these people talk like farts.

　　 From the beginning, Odin never thought about fulfilling his promise.

　　 Especially, when he discovered that the goddess of Hades had prepared a marriage palace for his son in hell, he was determined to violate his promise.

　　Frija, Queen of Heaven, asked all things in the world to swear an oath that they would never harm the **** who brings light and warmth to the world, and all things have faithfully fulfilled their promises as promised.

　　 There is only one thing missing~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mistletoe.

　　 Because of this, Badr died under Loki's calculations.

　　 Cause of death: Uncle's daughter is not good-looking, and can't find the target, so I can only make do with him.

　　 Regrettably, in such an early age, the story of divorce has not yet been born.

　　 What a pity.

　　 Since then, joy and sunshine have been lost in the world, and the gods have lost the sun **** who allowed them to trust and feel at ease.

　　 This is the origin of "Dusk is coming".

　　 And when Odin tried to play tricks again and sent a messenger to Hades to demand the soul of Badr, he was blocked by the maid of the goddess of Hades.

　　 The two parties made an agreement again.

　　 If, as Odin said, everything in the world mourned for Badr's death, then the goddess of Hades would let Badr return.

　　 The result is regrettable.

　　 When everything is mourning the passing of Badr...

　　 Zeus couldn't help but looked to his side.

　　-There was a crow who ‘passed by accidentally’ said that he was very happy, it’s okay, it doesn’t matter, it’s okay, the new year’s people are dead, they are still children, for his benefit...

　　Mourning? What to mourn, what to mourn?

　　 Didn't you see that I was having fun?

　　 To this, Tong Ji has always been indifferent!

　　 So, just like that, I stabbed the heart of the Nordic gods severely until so many years passed...

　　 "If you agree to do it, I don't think there is anything wrong with it. Hey, it's all past things. Drink tea, drink tea."

　　 Tongji smiled, held up the pink tea cup, and blinked triumphantly.

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