"Are we really going to do this?"
While Ryan and the other two were thinking about their own things, Momon was a little nervous in the temple dedicated to Hestia, the goddess of fire and protection.
Even though the Creator was standing right beside him, and even though he was reluctant to part with the tribute he was about to offer, he still felt uneasy.
After all, Prometheus had told them more than once in the past how they shook the mountains and made the rivers and seas flow backwards when the gods were still walking on the earth in the last era.
"Don't worry, Momon. Her Highness Hestia is one of the kindest goddesses among the gods. Even if she finds something wrong, she will only warn me first instead of punishing you directly."
Standing at the door of the temple, the tall Prometheus comforted the people around him.
He had never tried it before, and his own strength was not enough, so the Foresight did not know whether the powerful god could detect something wrong across the vast earth with just the meager divinity on the statue. So it was not until today that he dared to try it, and the target was Hestia.
This goddess was fearless in battle, but was approachable in normal times. The Illuminati believed that if it was her, even if something was discovered, it could still be salvaged.
Although this was a bit like bullying a good person, Prometheus still had to do it for the sake of his creation. He secretly decided that if he could succeed this time, he would increase the praise for Hestia among humans and let her gain faith second only to the King of Gods.
"Orson, you should be the first one to go."
Seeing that the time was almost right, Prometheus no longer hesitated and spoke to a thin human.
The Illuminati has an impression of each of their creations, but there are also different levels of depth. When Ossen was created, he was given intelligence by Epimetheus, and perhaps his blessing took effect, he was also very intelligent, so Prometheus often took him to his side to teach.
In fact, the people who followed him on this trip were the people whom the Forerunners valued the most. They all possessed talents far superior to others in wisdom. If this trip was successful, the Forerunners decided that they would be responsible for the main priests of each temple.
Prometheus had even thought of a name for them: those who were in charge of offering sacrifices to the gods would be called "priests."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Nodding in agreement, Orson felt a little nervous, but also somewhat excited. Deceiving the gods was unthinkable in the past, but he had no sense of reality. After all, Orson's only testimony to the greatness of the gods, apart from occasional blessings, was the Creator's narration.
But in Prometheus, he did not see that kind of omnipotent greatness.
"call--"
Taking a deep breath, Orson stepped forward under the gaze of everyone and took out the offerings he had prepared in advance.
That was a cow. Cows produce milk, their bones make soup, their beef and butter have their uses, and they are and will always be one of the most valuable assets of mankind.
In the past, humans often offered the best parts of the cow to the gods during sacrifices, and kept the internal organs and bones for themselves, but this time, with the support of the Creator, Orson would not do so again.
Taking out the copper knife, Orson skillfully cut the cattle into pieces and then sorted them out. One pile was all beef, covered with cowhide; the other was all cattle bones, wrapped in cow fat.
From the outside, the second pile is much larger than the first.
Putting down the knife, Orson placed the two piles on the altar in the temple for sacrifice. The most critical moment had arrived, his heart was pounding, but for some reason he was a little excited.
Kneeling on the ground, Orson chanted aloud.
"O immortal of Olympus, Hestia!
Holy Hestia!
I will sing your praises loudly!
Majestic daughter of Kronos!
Holy goddess!
Daughter of fertile Rhea!
Guardian of the sacred fire!
That is you - noble Hestia - the eldest daughter of Kronos and Rhea! The
eldest of the Olympian gods!
You are always chaste!
You are a glorious and holy flame!
You are the guardian of peace!
Oh!
Glorious goddess!
Listen to my song!
I and other hymns will remember you!"
Simple poetry, plain meaning. When the hymn came to an end, Orson seemed to feel an invisible gaze coming from the statue.
That was the gaze of the goddess, cast by the divinity and faith in the statue. He had felt it more than once in the past.
Suppressing his nervousness, Orson worshipped the gods as usual and prayed for blessings. He told the gods how hard it was to work, but he was still willing to give everything for the gods. Finally, he walked up to the altar openly, took away the small pile of beef, and left the big ones.
Time passed by minute by minute, until Prometheus signaled the next person to come forward to offer sacrifice, and nothing happened.
"It looks like the result was a success!"
"My guess is correct. The gods are very observant, but they cannot go to the mortal world to check in person, so naturally there will be omissions."
When everything was over, the Forerunner smiled widely. He looked at the humans surrounding him and said happily:
"Then follow today's process from now on. Each of you will be responsible for a temple. Momon, Osen, and the temple of the God King are the most important. You two will be in charge of that place together."
"From now on, the sacrifices will be made by you, not by each person who comes to offer sacrifices. This way, the matter will not be spread, and our purpose will be achieved."
"But you must remember that the offerings to the gods can be kept, but the faith in the gods cannot be lost. So afterwards you must return these offerings to everyone under other names, but don't let them know."
"Of course, Your Highness, how dare we really blaspheme the gods."
With an excited look, Orson glanced at his future partner, but felt a little emotional.
It turns out that the gods on Mount Olympus are not that great. They cannot even distinguish things that are right in front of them.
But it is also true that the Creator once said that humans are the leaders of all things and the creatures closest to God in the world. Perhaps the difference between God and humans is only in strength and life.
He had seen power, but he could not understand life. Prometheus had told humans about death, but Orson, who was strong, felt no fear at all.
"That's it, you guys think about it carefully, I'm going back now."
Although he didn't know what the human in front of him was thinking, Prometheus was in a good mood.
Before he came here, Epimetheus had advised him that deceiving the gods was unacceptable, but the foresighted man scoffed at it.
If he was as stupid as his brother, there might be mistakes, but how could he act rashly? First try it in the Temple of Hestia, and then promote it one by one. This is the wisdom of the foresight.
Moreover, all of this was done at his instruction, and ordinary humans were completely unaware of it. Even if it was exposed, it had nothing to do with the bronze humans.
Thinking of this, Prometheus couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Many times, he also hoped that his silly brother could learn something, but unfortunately, this probably couldn't be realized.
After all, gods are like this. They are what they are born to be. Unless there is a major change in the future, it is basically difficult to change.
Sitting on the stone chairs, Ryan and the other two watched in the round mirror in front of them how Prometheus and his human students deceived the gods.
I have to say that in terms of execution alone, the Forerunners are still very good.
He knew how to avoid risks, how to test, and how to keep secrets, which were rare abilities among the gods. Ryan could almost foresee that if he were a human instead of a god, he would be able to live most of his life safely with this, and then mock the stupidity of the gods when he died, and he didn't see through his little trick.
But he is a god, so his behavior is not smart at all. He is destined to be punished one day in the future, whether it is far or near.
"Your brother is coming back."
After putting away this advanced artifact that contained the authority of [Space], Ryan glanced at Epimetheus standing beside him and said goodbye.
"But please rest assured that we will remain confidential about everything we saw today."
It has to be said that when divine power cannot be used, the effects of these artifacts are suddenly magnified a lot.
"Then I won't send you off."
Looking at the two people who were about to leave, Epimetheus hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
"However, Your Highness, in your opinion, how will the King of God punish my brother in the future?"
He had never seen these two strange gods before. Maybe they came from the underworld, the starry sky, or the depths of the spirit world, but the fact that they appeared here by such a coincidence undoubtedly proved that they were not ordinary.
"Well, I guess. He won't punish Prometheus."
With a slight smile, Ryan looked at Lyanna beside him.
"Tell me, why is this?"
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Suddenly faced with a problem, Lyanna thought for a while. She was not very good at this, but she still tried to say:
"Because Prometheus is still useful?"
"No." Ryan shook his head: "When he created humans and passed down the knowledge of the last era, it was no longer valuable."
"Even the 'wisdom' that he is so proud of, the God King has other ways to achieve this besides consuming more divine power."
".Is it because of his status?"
Lyanna guessed again.
"That's not right." Ryan rejected it again: "The status and power of the Titan God Iapetus have never been high, so how could Zeus be afraid of him?"
"Besides his father, Prometheus' wife is just an Oceanid who is even weaker than him, and his only powerful brother is still holding up the sky in the west."
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Lyanna fell silent. She had always been a good executor, able to do everything Lyanna asked her to do, but that didn't mean she was good at thinking about these things.
Shaking his head, Ryan looked at Epimetheus who first asked the question.
"So what do you think, the god of hindsight?"
"Perhaps it's because my brother hasn't offended enough, and humans haven't made enough mistakes."
Following the previous conversation with Lyanna, this famous fool seemed to have understood something.
"The God King wants to get rid of my brother once and for all, the creator of the bronze man, instead of just giving him a minor punishment. He has the merit of creating humans, and even if he deceived the gods, it has not affected the faith of humans after all. Therefore, the God King cannot punish him too much, otherwise it will affect his prestige."
With a sigh, the fool figured out the cause and effect. He felt the divine power rising in him. As gods who created humans together with Prometheus, the faith gathered in them was actually much greater than that of Zeus.
So not only his brother, but even he himself would have to bring some disasters to mankind.
"Thank you for your wisdom, strange god. I wonder if I have the honor of learning your name."
Epimetheus asked, standing up and bowing slightly.
However, opposite him, Ryan rejected him.
"No need. To be honest, I don't really like you."
Standing up, Ryan could vaguely see Prometheus coming.
"If your brother is confident in his intelligence and always does things he shouldn't do, you are the exact opposite. You can change something, but you don't want to change it at all."
"I have nothing to blame you for, because this is the difference in everyone's attitude towards the world. But a god like you may be able to take care of yourself, but you are destined not to be the kind of life I need, the kind that can accomplish extraordinary achievements."
Shaking his head slightly, Ryan greeted Lyanna, then turned and left. Behind him, Epimetheus seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't.
As this strange god said, in the past, he seemed to have advised Prometheus and Atlas, but in fact it was just a formality.
"Man's work is not yet done, but fate has already been waiting for it" is the most perfect description of him. Perhaps because he felt that his ability was limited and he could not change these things, he simply chose to go with the flow and escape with his life.
"well--"
Epimetheus sighed, leaned back in his chair and continued to be in a daze.
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"It's really hard to understand, but it's very logical."
Walking on the compacted dirt road, Ryan felt a little emotional.
As for why Prometheus would do such a thing, he was very confused at first. Could it be that the foresighted people had never thought that there were gods who suddenly came to the mortal world to witness the sacrifice of mortals in person?
But later, Ryan thought about it carefully and felt that Chaos' gods and humans seemed to be like this.
The fire thief who deceived the God-King, the king who killed the God of Banquet, the mortal who openly declared that his skills were superior to those of the gods. These people or gods were not isolated cases, but were common.
It seems that these beings who have a little bit of wisdom like to prove themselves by challenging authority, and then be used as negative examples to show the greatness of those in power.
"And my old friends, it seems they are a little restless."
After a little thought, Ryan perceived that in addition to the gods of Olympus, with the birth of bronze humans, some people also had different reactions.
For example, following the perception of spiritual authority that ignores distance, Ryan can sense that his special incarnation has been touched. Obviously, a remnant of the old era has also become interested in the new humans, or in other words, their souls, and he is now trying to test Ryan's attitude.
For example, in the spiritual world, a "good kid" who has been obedient for many years is also secretly doing some little things of his own.
But he probably didn't know that the angels in the spirit world called Ryan "Your Highness", which didn't mean that he was really two different beings from the spirit world itself. It can only be said that because he was not born early enough, it did cause a lot of misunderstandings to the other party.
"So, Lyanna, you are still good."
Nodding, Ryan suddenly praised.
"ah?"
Lyanna was confused but happy to be praised for some reason.
"I will continue to believe in you as always, Your Highness."
"Haha, okay."
With a chuckle, Ryan responded. Under the effect of [Secret], the two passed by Prometheus who was returning in a hurry.
This wise man with foresight had already seen his younger brother waiting in the distance. He walked towards him with a smile on his face, not noticing that two ancient gods had just walked by his side and then merged into the crowd that dispersed due to the end of the sacrifice.
He just tilted his head, feeling as if he had missed something, and then immediately attributed it to an illusion.
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Since the first deception of the gods, the position of "priest" was born among the bronze humans.
In the past, bronze humans' sacrifices to gods were performed by individuals, but now, priests appointed by the Creator have taken on this responsibility, and they only need to offer sufficient tributes.
The Bronze Men were very satisfied with this because the priests saved them time and often bestowed food or other things on behalf of the gods; the gods were also very satisfied with this because the sacrifices performed uniformly by the priests undoubtedly saved them time and energy.
The priests were also very satisfied, because they no longer had to work and only had to keep the common secret. Although some of them were still a little worried that the gods would discover the truth one day, no one objected in the end.
So from this year on, under the manipulation of the priests, the bronze humans began to reduce their offerings to the gods in various ways, but from the surface, the offerings increased. At the same time, because ordinary humans did not know the secret, their belief in the gods did not change dramatically.
Therefore, human life became better and better, and God's blessing never ceased. The priests could not help but marvel at the wisdom of the Creator. It was just a simple trick, taking advantage of the gods' contempt for mortals, but the effect was always effective.
Several years passed like this. Until this day, perhaps due to the advice of the goddess of justice or the spontaneous warning of the throne of the gods, Zeus suddenly announced on Mount Olympus that he would marry his sister, the goddess of fertility, Hera.
This will be witnessed by the Lord of Justice and Law, who will share authority with the new Queen of Heaven in the name of the God-King, even the thunder that he wields will be no exception.
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The relationship between the God-King and his sister was not without signs. In fact, in recent times, if it were not for the faith that was accidentally discovered, the emotional problems of the God-King would have been the most concerning issue for all the gods.
In recent years, as his throne has become more stable, Zeus has gradually become less concerned than before. He began to do things according to his own wishes and wandered between more than one goddess. So his sudden announcement of marriage to Hera, although surprising, was not so difficult to accept.
In comparison, the promise made by the God King surprised the gods, even Hera herself. At first, she was unwilling to accept this relationship, until the God King used a trick to possess her, and then Hera reluctantly accepted this situation.
But the promise Zeus made immediately afterwards completely moved her. For a king of gods, nothing could better symbolize his feelings than power.
"Under my witness, you will share your divine power with each other. No matter how the future changes, this oath will never change."
Inside the great hall of Mount Olympus, standing above, the Goddess of Law held the [Golden Balance] in her hands and spoke with a serious face.
Unlike before, at the request of Zeus, the authority of the King of Gods is now bestowed on the artifact, and combined with the vast divine power of Themis, this artifact that measures all things can release unprecedented power.
At this moment, as the goddess spoke, an invisible force extended from both ends of the scale and connected to the two gods in front of her.
One is the king of the gods, and the other is naturally his sister. Hera wears golden shoes and a golden crown decorated with lily lace on her head. Her long hair hangs down from the golden crown and falls on her bare arms.
In later generations, the name of "White-armed Hera" became widely known, as was the reputation of the Queen of Heaven as a cruel and jealous woman. But now, she is still a young goddess immersed in the beauty of marriage.
"Yes, I am willing to do so under your witness."
Nodding, the golden crown shook, and when Hera's voice fell, an unknown force followed the invisible connection and placed her divine power of "fertility" on one side of the scale.
"Of course, fair judge, under your witness, I will share my authority with my future Queen of Heaven."
He also agreed. When the God King lifted the restrictions, his authority of "royal power" and "thunder" was connected and placed on the other side of the scale.
Instantly, the Golden Scale swayed, and the side belonging to Zeus sank significantly. The king of gods obviously had more than Hera, so after a moment, it returned the excess to its owner impartially until it returned to a balanced position.
"In that case, I wish your marriage to last forever."
The voice was not loud, but the words of the Goddess of Law seemed to have a kind of power that resonated with the authority of the King and Queen of Gods, and then turned into new laws.
This is more of a "rule" than a blessing. When the Queen of Gods in charge of fertility returns to her position, the order of "marriage" is perfected. It has no power, but the act of the King of Gods and the Queen of Gods sharing authority gives it power.
From now on, marriage will make the couple have a connection, not just a name as in the past. They will influence each other, but the weaker one will be subordinate to the stronger one.
Following Themis's announcement, the powers on both sides of the scale overlapped, then split into two and flew towards their respective masters.
This is similar to the act of a subordinate god borrowing divine duties, but not entirely, because there is no distinction between the two gods. This is a great feat accomplished with the help of the special authority of the King of Gods and the Queen of Gods. From then on, Zeus can also touch "fertility" and Hera can also control "thunder".
The gods present were surprised by the deep affection of the king of gods. They couldn't help but sigh that although Zeus was a playboy, he probably truly loved Hera. Only the goddess of law who presided over all this noticed something was wrong.
His nephew was not that kind of person. If he was willing to share some of his authority, it could only be because he had gained more.
Themis felt somewhat comforted when she thought of this.
If it can be artificially influenced, it may not be a bad thing. At least in this way, it may be possible to stop the bloodshed between the God King and his children.
With a clear sound, the Queen of Gods completely returned to her position. Hera's still somewhat immature face glanced proudly at the gods, especially the goddesses, where she stayed for a long time.
She knew that Zeus had had relationships with other goddesses, such as Leto in black, but now she didn't care. Zeus shared his authority with her, which was more important than anything else for a god king.
"Hmm? That is."
Just as he was preparing to commemorate this day with a grand banquet, Zeus suddenly looked towards the east.
"A new god?"
His power as a god king had some subtle reaction, which seemed to be related to another god king in the past. With just a little guess, Zeus locked on the only target. Uranus, the blood that gave birth to the three goddesses of vengeance was about to give birth to a new god, which he had known for a long time.
"Zeferos, the embodiment of the west wind."
So standing on the high platform, Zeus smiled and said:
"On the eastern sea, a new god is about to appear because of my marriage to Hera. Please invite her to Mount Olympus, where she deserves a place."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He bowed, and although he was somewhat unhappy about having to run errands on such a day, Zephyrus did not show it. He turned into an invisible stream of air and went eastward, and behind him, Zeus announced the start of the banquet.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
At the wedding banquet of the God King, the gods began to feast. But in a remote part of the temple, a goddess surrounded by three other goddesses suddenly looked ferocious.
Her hands dug into her flesh tightly as she looked at the new diva who was being hailed as the center of attention, anger boiling in her heart.
Of course, there is also fear and panic.
".nothing."
With a forced smile, Keto was actually mentally prepared for Hera to become the Queen of Heaven, and she was not angry about it.
After all, although she had seduced the God-King before when he traveled to and from the sea, the former mother of sea monsters knew very well that with her divine power and authority, it would be impossible for her to become the Queen of Gods.
But she had already suppressed her jealousy, but just now, she was the only person besides the God King who knew who the new God was.
Aphrodite, the embodiment of love and beauty, was born from the blood of Uranus. She was born because the goddess of fertility took the throne of the queen of gods. When she was born, Keto could feel that the divine power of beauty that he had stolen was trembling slightly.
She didn't know that if it wasn't for Ryan, if it wasn't for the symbol of 'uncertain fate' who had said it himself, given the stability of fate in this world ten thousand years ago, she wouldn't be able to obtain the twisted divine power even if she drank the blood of God. She only knew that her nemesis was coming.
Just as she had always feared, all gods would be deceived by her 'false beauty', but the true goddess of beauty would not. Aphrodite only needed to wave her hand lightly, and others would see through her disguise and see her true side.
If other gods or even the king of gods saw her true appearance, Keto could already foresee what would happen to her. Zeus was not his brother. He was at most interested in normal life, not half-human, half-monster existence.
"I feel a little uncomfortable. Do you want to leave with me?"
Looking at the three goddesses of vengeance beside him, Keto asked.
The three goddesses were a little hesitant. Thousands of years of getting along had already made them understand each other. They immediately heard that the "leave" mentioned by the other party would definitely not be a short while.
But they were reluctant to leave Olympus, and in the end, only the goddess of jealousy, Mecera, agreed.
Because Keto's twisted theocracy was already mixed with the power of jealousy, the attraction between the theocracy made them naturally close.
No one noticed their departure, and Keto took Mecera away from Olympus. But standing between heaven and earth, she felt like she had nowhere to go.
She doesn't want to live in seclusion, she enjoys popularity and delicious food, but where else in Olympus can satisfy her?
"If the God King of Olympus can't tolerate you, why not join us?"
"who!"
With a sharp shout, Ketuo suddenly turned around. The person who came did not hide his tracks. Behind her, a handsome young man was standing there.
"Who are you to say such things around the sacred mountain?"
With divine power circulating in his body, Keto was ready to take action, but the stranger opposite him seemed to have no intention of taking action.
His smile was very friendly, which made Keto let down his guard a little. Looking at Olympus in the distance, the young man slowly said to Keto:
"Don't worry, ma'am. My name is Mephisto. Today's meeting is just a coincidence."
"I didn't come here for you, but for another purpose. But I think, due to our unexpected encounter, I might be able to solve your current troubles. However, let's talk about the details on the way, as this place is still too close to Olympus."
"To be honest, I haven't seen the god who favors humans for a long time. Under his care, I don't know whether it will be easy to kill the bronze humans."
With a smile, the young man who called himself Mephistopheles waved his hand, then turned his back to Keto and flew further east.
Looking at the other person's back, Ketuo hesitated slightly, but ultimately did not take action, but followed.
Unless she hid in the underworld or deep in the starry sky, she would always have to deal with the goddess of beauty, but Keto did not want to go to those places.
The desolation of the underworld and the emptiness of the starry sky were all known to the gods. If she had no choice, she might have just accepted her fate. But now that she had unexpectedly met such a guy, she was more or less willing to listen.
Unlike this world, in the otherworldly world dominated by chaos, time is always blurred.
Maybe fast, maybe slow, it's hard to tell. Even after the birth of "order in chaos", it can only slow down the change and "anchor" it, but it cannot completely erase it.
So thousands of years have passed since the giant snake that surrounded the atrium fell asleep and his "spirit" walked the world in the form of a human.
There is no life in the atrium because its master does not allow it and there is no one qualified to set foot here, so this is also the only interface in the Nine Hells where there are no demons.
In the sky of the interface, there were islands floating there. Most of them were empty, maintaining their original appearance. Only the one in the center had a simple wooden house, which did not seem to be worthy of the title of "the center of the world".
Right here, Ryan's incarnation sat back in his chair, his eyes looking through the barrier of the interface, at the demon god in the outside world whose vitality was becoming more and more obvious.
The Demon Mother had not yet been born, because the existence of the Nine Hells had caused some of the nutrients that should have been given to her to be diverted. But the Chaotic Abyss did not care about this, and He had already let His creations perform their duties in advance.
Therefore, the part that I don't know if you can tell is the 'abdomen' gradually bulged up, and some of the power flowed into it. Of course, Ryan couldn't actually recognize Moya's body structure. He could only barely tell that it was the Demon Mother's abdomen based on the bulging position.
The premise is that if Moya really uses his abdomen to conceive offspring.
"How many demons will there be in the first batch? Will there be twelve like the Titans?"
The voice came from the side. Unknown to him, Asmodeus had come to the stone table in the wooden house.
The barrier of the interface also could not block his gaze. Looking at his destined future enemy, the Lord of the Nine Hells asked calmly.
His intuition told him that the moment Moya woke up, the first batch of abyss demons would be born.
"No, only about six."
"The world is one, so there are twelve of them. But Tartarus is only the core of the world outside, and six is more in line with His status. In fact, I still doubt whether the demons bred by Him have the essence of immortality, except for Moya, who was a Titan before."
"Of course, all of this is my guess. If there are more, it may not be a bad thing. After all, the power is limited. He can create six powerful first-generation demon gods, but it is difficult to create twelve. If he forces it, it may make him weak."
After drinking from the glass, Ryan was not surprised by Asmodeus's arrival. After all, he had already noticed it. In fact, just as he could not enter the other six levels without his permission, the other party could not enter and exit his level at will.
The biggest connection between the two sides is that the roots of the Nine Hells are still one. Just as if the present world collapses, the outside world will also collapse. There can be strengths and weaknesses between the two sides, but one side cannot be completely lost.
Of course, Ryan didn't think it would come to this. Although he would be restrained by Tartarus' will when fighting against the abyss, the reborn Asmodeus was more cautious and wise than he was before. Perhaps for some people, the position of God King is indeed just a shackle.
"Six. I hope Crius can complete the transformation before they are born."
"When the time comes, I will follow the agreement and seal the first layer of hell to him. With the advantage of the terrain, he should be able to face six demons suppressed by the power of the interface -"
In the end, Asmodeus also had some doubts.
After all, the transformed Titan gods were no longer the same as before, and the [Weather] priesthood granted to Crius in the present world was not only useless here, but also affected his transformation into a devil. So after some bargaining, the God of Weather, who was exiled to the abyss with nowhere to go, finally gave up his identity as a worldly god.
In fact, given a choice, Crius would rather his boss be a ruthless worldly will than a thoughtful Lord of the Nine Hells. So even if there was no other way out, he still asked Asmodeus to make enough guarantees.
After that, the three parties reached a consensus. Ryan used the Well of Samsara to wash away the earthly part of Crius, so that he would not have to bear the priesthood, and like Mnemosyne, the predecessor of the demon mother Moya, he would complete the transformation in millions of years under the distorted time.
The Lord of the Nine Hells was responsible for giving him a new life, and made an oath to the Styx in the name of the Lord of the Interface. As long as Crius swore to be loyal to him forever, Asmodeus would never ignore his interests and would assign the first layer of hell to him to rule.
As for the stripped-off [Weather] priesthood, 70% of its source power was converted and injected into the first layer of hell, making this layer of hell second only to the ninth layer.
The remaining three floors were taken away as handling fees, which is why the Lord of the Nine Hells was suspicious.
After all, in this situation, the newly born Crius is probably only at the level of level 15 divine power. Even if he can go further with the power of the hell interface, it remains to be seen whether he can fight six alone.
"It will be okay. It won't be long before my third level of hell welcomes a lord."
"The two of them together are enough to stop the other. Besides, it's hard for me to imagine that the gods born from Tartarus can always stay united."
Ryan responded casually, and couldn't help but think of that restless guy.
Except for the atrium, Ryan had no intention of keeping the other two layers of hell.
Canonizing them saves time and effort.
Perhaps some beings are not born to stay in too comfortable places. Ryan believes that here, they may be able to truly display their strengths.
"Speaking of which, compared to those demons, I am more interested in the Styx."
"As early as the last era, I noticed that Styx's body had penetrated into Tartarus. But I really didn't expect that the power of His oath could be effective here, and the effect is even stronger."
On the side, Asmodeus had a different opinion. He didn't care why the River of Oath was so special, as long as it was useful.
"It's really interesting that the 'oath' took effect in the chaos, but this is also a good thing. After all, if it weren't for her, Crius might not believe my promise."
Asmodeus was a bit unimpressed. After all, this goddess had never had much presence. He then asked,
"I heard that she gave birth to three children on her own, released the explosive side of her character, and let them serve my rebellious son on her behalf?"
"That's true. Some people also say that she gave birth to a Titan god. But from what I saw, there were no other traces of divinity in the bodies of those gods."
Violent Bia, brute Kratos, and their two sisters. There are true gods and demigods, but they only have the blood of Styx.
"If there is an opportunity in the future, I would like to let them serve me."
"The Goddess of Oath, her power is a perfect match for the Nine Hells."
Asmodeus was silent for a while, feeling a little regretful. Finally, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle in front of him.
On one side of the circle was the atrium; on the other side, tens of thousands of demons were gathered together, bowing down to an altar.
It's a pity that these evil lives don't even seem to be pious to the Lord of the Nine Hells.
"Faith. Golden humans seem to have had this kind of power, but it's a pity that I didn't pay attention to it in the past. After all, compared to the power of the God King, my time and space divine power at that time was still too insignificant."
Asmodeus sighed, feeling somewhat regretful.
If he had discovered this secret earlier, perhaps he could have reached greatness on his own. But the current result doesn't seem to be bad.
After losing the dark source of mind distortion, the reborn souls of the Silver Humans gained freedom. Now, their "evil" is more due to the environment and past memories here, rather than the result of forced modification.
This also gave rise to sufficient faith in them, and because of the strength of their individuals, they even seemed to have more power than a single human being. Therefore, the Lord of the Nine Hells actually discovered this earlier than Zeus.
But he also has to face two problems: first, the demons are not really pious, so the faith that can be obtained from them can directly cut off the part of "pious worship", which is equivalent to losing more than half.
But this is acceptable. After all, as the master of hell and one of the creators of the devil, as long as they are still alive here, they will inevitably provide faith to Asmodeus. But another problem is difficult to deal with.
Because the reincarnation was not connected to the Nine Hells, Tartarus did not welcome the intervention of the spirit world, so he only had so many souls here. The faith brought by a few hundred thousand intelligent beings was considerable for beings below the middle level of divine power, but for Asmodeus, the effect was really limited.
"The Nine Hells also have a part of you. Why are you unwilling to devote your soul to this place?"
The Lord of the Nine Hells asked even though he knew the answer.
"Because on the one hand, the spiritual world is my foundation, and on the other hand, the souls of the mortal world will eventually return to the spiritual world. If the gods of Olympus dare to intercept a large number of them, then I can directly cut off their source, but the devils of the Nine Hells will not do that."
Shaking his head slightly, Ryan once again rejected Asmodeus's request for the soul. It was almost impossible for a devil to die naturally, as they were born in an alien environment. However, the price was that they had almost no ability to reproduce.
"Unless they die in the outside world, even if they die in a fight, your souls will only be used as materials for breeding new devils until they are completely worn out. How can I be willing to do something that only takes in but not out?"
"you're right."
As if he had already anticipated Ryan's refusal, the Lord of the Nine Hells spoke slowly.
"In that case, I'll figure it out myself. As long as you don't try to stop me personally, that's fine."
"No problem," Ryan nodded and looked at his old friend beside him: "But aren't you already doing it?"
Under the authority of the spirit, there was no barrier between this special incarnation and the original body. The figure who had passed through the underworld and finally rushed to the earth had always been within his perception.
"I remember his name was Mephisto, right? He was once one of the leaders of the Silver Humans."
"Yes, a very capable guy. In order to select the best talents among these silver humans, I gave them the same starting point. Only the best ones can stand in front of me, and he is one of them."
"The remaining few relied on force to some extent, but he never used force once, so I sent him out and promised him that within a thousand years in the outside world, the more satisfactory the answer he could bring me, the higher the reward I would give him."
He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp. The Lord of the Nine Hells thought that perhaps this drink was not inferior to wine.
"He told me that the people who understand humans best are humans themselves. Although he is from the Silver Generation and is not the same as Bronze Humans, I reluctantly believed his explanation."
"Let me see what kind of answer he can give me, and whether he can win half of the interface from me as he claimed."
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"You are not a god."
The shock he felt when they just met faded away, and anger gradually surged into Keto's heart.
Although the farther away from Mount Olympus, the weaker the divine power he could use, but after calming down, Keto was still able to find out the details of the existence in front of him.
But the result surprised her. Although the other party also had divinity, that divinity did not seem to come from authority. This power made her feel a bit like a local god.
But she was sure that she had never seen this kind of regional god before - not a river god or a lake god, not a star god or a mountain god, but a kind of aura that she had never come into contact with, and much more powerful than the former, but it seemed that the other party was vaguely rejected by the world.
This feeling was a bit like the situation Keto experienced when he crossed the edge of the sea, the long river that encircled the world, and came to the point beyond the jurisdiction of the present world.
It was a feeling of being out of place. Although there was no rigid suppression, it seemed that many powers in the world were not very useful there.
"Of course, ma'am, I am not a god. I wasn't in the past, I'm not now, and I don't plan to be in the future."
He turned around and smiled politely, but when he saw Mephisto's smile, Keto felt that the other party was laughing at him.
He is not a god, but he deceived me with just a few words. Does this make him very proud?
"So you are teasing me, teasing the children of the great Lord of the Sky, the King of All Gods, Uranus!"
The little remaining divine power surged up and crushed Mephisto in front. But in the next moment, this special "regional god" blocked the temptation.
The black mist lingered around him, dissipating a little, but not completely collapsing. It wasn't that easy for the opponent to block it, which proved that his strength was not strong. But it wasn't that difficult either, which proved that the opponent did have a power close to that of a true god - even if it was only at the level of divine power level 1.
"Although I was born not long ago, my lady, the King of the Nine Hells told me about the past of the present world before I left."
Turning around, Mephistopheles stopped. He planned to persuade the goddess in front of him before continuing on his way.
In the past, he had talked to his old friends about how he might be able to convince the gods if given a chance. Now, it was his turn to prove himself.
"As far as I know, the King of the Gods was replaced as early as the last era. And Uranus, the god of heaven, never had a child like you."
"If I'm not mistaken, you or the lady next to you should - ahem."
Seeing that the other party looked like he was about to take action, Mephisto raised his hand, indicating that he could change the subject.
"Well, anyway, on the day when the God King was marrying the God Queen, not only did you not go to Olympus, but you left alone. I'm afraid it has something to do with a certain upcoming god. I guess I'm right."
".Why, can't it be that I have a conflict with the other gods on the sacred mountain, or have something to do?"
Keto was sure that, except for himself and the King of Gods, no one else could notice the birth of Aphrodite across half a continent, so how did this guy in front of him know what he was thinking as soon as they met?
"The former is unlikely," Mephisto shook his head slightly and remained calm. "After all, the gods invited by the God King must have been notified in advance. If you have a grudge against a certain god before, you would not come at all."
"If it is a recent feud - excuse me, ma'am, you probably don't have the ability to make a feud with someone on the day when the God King is getting married, and then ruin the God King's banquet and leave safely."
"So the only possibility is that there is someone who shouldn't have come but was invited at short notice, and she probably doesn't get along with you, and you're afraid of her."
"As for the latter," Mephisto blinked and said with a smile, "If you really had something to do, why did you follow me here after I tested you before?"
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Unknown to him, the anger in his heart had faded. Although he seemed to have been fooled by the other party's casual words before, Keto now felt a little curious and expectant.
Since the other party sees things so clearly, and since he dares to call me here, he must have a way to help me.
"So who is behind you, the 'Lord of the Nine Hells'?"
"Among the powerful gods in the world today, I don't think I have ever heard of this existence."
Chaos's circle of gods was not large to begin with, so it was theoretically unlikely that a god that had never been heard of would suddenly appear. Moreover, Keto did not think that powerful divine power could make a non-god become a god.
As for the original god, although the name "Nine Hells" reminded her of Tartarus, all gods knew that the abyss had no wisdom.
"Haha, I will tell you slowly about the greatness of the Lord of the Nine Hells later. But now there is one thing you can do with me if you are willing."
As his mind turned, Mephistopheles made an inviting gesture.
"Bronze humans, you've heard of them, right?"
"Yes, it is a mortal thing that the God King has attached great importance to recently."
Nodding, Keto had no idea why the other party would bring this up.
"Then come with me. I will show you why the God King is so concerned about them and what secrets humans hold."
Although he was dissatisfied with the other party's practice of leaving only half of what he said, Keto today is no longer the same as it was thousands of years ago.
Now, her wild side has been suppressed a lot, and she is more like a deity.
And it must be said that what the mysterious man named Mephistopheles said was indeed very tempting. Who wouldn't want to know the secrets of the God King?
"You better not lie to me."
"I'll keep an eye on you!"
It was a cold threat, and Keto knew without even looking that the other party didn't take it seriously at all.
Soon, the three of them took off into the air again and flew quickly towards the east.
Chapter 169 Temptation
"It's another wonderful year."
As the sun sets in the west, people gradually return home. Orson and Momon also walk out of the temple dedicated to the king of gods Zeus.
It was heard that the King of Gods was about to marry the Queen of Heaven, so the bronze humans prepared extra and more generous sacrifices. Similarly, the gods also bestowed more rewards for Zeus's sake.
But just like every time in the past, the two priests easily deceived the divinity left by the God-King and kept the sacrifice.
After closing the heavy door of the temple, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the earth, making the temple in front of the two people more brilliant and solemn. But they didn't even look at it, but turned around and walked towards their own house, discussing tomorrow's "work" by the way.
"As usual, we each take a little bit, and then we can give back the rest with any excuse we want."
"Speaking of which, it's quite interesting to see how grateful others are. But recently everyone seems to have gotten used to us bestowing supplies on behalf of the gods, and their reactions have become much calmer."
As they walked along the road, Orson said casually that he had no intention of taking more tributes, not because he was a noble person, but because it was unnecessary.
Without women, there would be no family. Although there is private property, there is no concept of inheritance.
Even commerce was still limited to the primitive state of barter. After all, there was an absolutely honest and upright Creator above, and people didn't need too many private properties. If they really encountered difficulties, they would be solved naturally, and there was no need to store or accumulate anything.
Therefore, apart from leaving some high-quality food for themselves to satisfy their desires, the two priests actually had nothing else to embezzle.
"Okay, then the old rules apply."
"But speaking of which, I feel like the gods on Mount Olympus have been paying less and less attention to us lately."
Momon said casually as he agreed.
He had a reason for saying this, after all, as a priest, Momon could feel the gaze of the gods every time he offered sacrifices. But recently, he found that the gods would occasionally miss it, or just glance at it and leave it alone.
"This is normal. After all, gods can get impatient too. Besides, it's the wedding banquet of the King of God right now, so he probably has no interest in paying attention to us."
"If I were a god, I wouldn't want to watch 'ants' offering sacrifices to me all day long. It's okay to watch this kind of thing occasionally, but it's meaningless if you watch it too much."
Although he called himself "Ant", Orson smiled happily, and there was not much respect in his words. If ordinary bronze humans still believed in God, then for these priests, they had taken the gods less and less seriously in recent years.
They even had a vague sense of superiority. After all, compared to other humans who knew nothing, they were so close to the truth.
"Unfortunately, as humans, we don't have the same powerful powers as gods. This should be the only difference between gods and humans."
Shaking his head, Orson was somewhat envious of this.
He also wanted to experience soaring in the sky and controlling nature, but unfortunately that was exclusive to gods.
"What about death?"
Momon had a different view:
"The Creator once said that in addition to strength, there is another difference between mortals and gods, that is, mortals will grow old and die, although I don't know what aging is yet."
Momon had seen death, of course, but that was the death of wild animals. Apparently, few humans in this era could empathize with food.
"Who knows? The Creator also said that the golden humans were devout believers in the gods, so they ascended to heaven after death; the silver humans arrogantly despised the gods, so they were wiped out of existence. But I think that no matter how devout the golden humans are, they probably won't be as 'devout' as me."
Orson curled his lips and said disdainfully:
"My level of 'religion' is as religious as I want to be."
"According to this logic, not only will I be able to ascend to the sky, but I'm afraid that even the sun and the moon will have to share one with me."
"Hahahaha, I am dying of laughter~"
"who!"
"who!"
Their faces suddenly changed. Despite their arrogant words, Orson and Momon knew to some extent how terrifying God was.
Apart from anything else, their creator Prometheus claimed that he was mediocre among the gods, but he still possessed power that bronze humans could not achieve. According to what the other party said, that was when he did not use his divine power.
They didn't know what would happen to humans and the Creator if the gods knew what they had done, but they would definitely not have a good ending.
However, the two of them stared nervously for a long time, but no figure appeared.
"What was it just now?"
The two looked at each other.
One person could have misheard, but how could two people have misheard? But since he hadn't been punished yet, it was very likely that the person who passed by just now was not a god.
According to the Creator, right beside humans, on the other side of the material world, there is a world of "spiritual" life. Most of the life there is not intelligent, but a few can communicate.
And most importantly, those who are wise don't seem to be very friendly to the gods.
"Walk."
Mo Meng shouted softly, and the two of them walked towards their respective houses, no longer daring to speak casually.
No matter what life was around them before, they were frightened out of their wits. At this moment, they just wanted to return to their room and warm themselves with the fire.
The flame that contains a mysterious sense of protection can bring them a sense of security.
The two left in a hurry, but what they didn't know was that right where they were standing, two goddesses who were hiding their bodies were watching their every move.
I originally came here to witness the so-called "wisdom" of mankind, but now that I have seen it, it just feels a bit ridiculous.
"Selene, hurry up and punish them! These two guys just tried to steal your moon~"
Hecate, wearing a familiar red dress, smiled mischievously. She stretched out her finger and poked the moon goddess' cheek.
"Aren't you afraid? I'm almost dying of laughter anyway~"
"Isn't it your moon now-"
Selene puffed out her lips and knocked Hecate's hand away, somewhat dissatisfied.
Beside her, Hecate knew why she was unhappy. Under the guidance of the stone tablet, she built a tower on the moon as a place for the two of them to live in daily. It was different from the palace of the gods and could also conduct some witchcraft research. Selene actually liked it very much, but the problem was that there were other people there now.
Although the Moon Goddess did not discriminate against Centaurs, she did not like them very much. Or rather, in her little world, she did not like any existence that she was not familiar with.
"Alas, if I hadn't been teaching that stupid fellow, I wouldn't have brought him up here. You wait a little longer until I have finished teaching him what he should be teaching. Then I will let him teach all the witchcraft and other things in the future."
"According to the slate, when witchcraft is integrated into humans, I can also gain 'faith' from it, but I feel that's all."
"If all human beings are like them, I don't want such faith."
Waving her hand, Hecate thought of the two humans again.
"Hmm, but bronze humans are indeed more interesting than gold humans. I didn't expect them to dare to trick that golden-haired guy."
"I just don't know what kind of punishment they will receive then?"
Although she said 'interesting', the Moon Goddess could see that in her friend's heart, these bronze humans were nothing and she was just watching for fun.
In fact, Selene didn't think these little cleverness of humans would last long. The gods didn't notice it now, only because the faith provided by mortals to them had not decreased, not for anything else.
But this won't last forever. Mortals are still too weak compared to gods, and with just one small accident, their secrets will be exposed to the gods.
No one knows why Prometheus, who is known for his wisdom, did this. Anyway, the Moon Goddess thought that his behavior was stupid.
And although she also didn't know much about faith, Selene always felt that if such a "blessing" lasted for a long time, humans might not be able to remain pious.
Just like her, she was very happy for a long time at first every time she learned a magic trick, but now she has gotten used to it. When humans get used to the blessings of God, they may also be like this.
"Forget it, leave them alone."
Pulling the sleeve of the Moon Goddess, Hecate felt that this so-called "human wisdom" was really nothing to see.
"Let's go, Selene. Divination tells me that I might be able to meet someone I know on earth this time."
"But to be fair, besides the golden retriever, who I know a little bit, do I have any other acquaintances?"
After thinking about it in confusion for a while, Hecate decided to give up thinking and said happily:
"Let's go west. I lived there when I was a kid, and I don't know what it's like there now."
"But the sacred mountain has collapsed - I hope there is something left there~"
"Where did you live when you were a kid? That's worth a visit."
Selene nodded, looking forward to it. She decisively put the two mortals and Prometheus behind her, and then headed west with Hecate.
However, just as Orson and Momon did not notice them, they also did not notice that three sneaky figures had just passed by.
Of course, the other party didn't notice them either.
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"Aging. Death"
Lying on his back on the wooden bed, Momon was immersed in thought.
After he separated from Orson, he was still terrified for a while, fearing that the person who just passed by was actually a god, but ignored them and went to settle accounts with the Creator. But as time passed, he gradually put his mind at ease.
Since no disaster has fallen from the sky, there is probably no problem. Now, as he lay alone on the wooden bed, Momon, who had relaxed, began to have wild thoughts.
Unlike Orson, the other party is like the creator, confident in his extraordinary wisdom and fearless, so he is also the most loved by Prometheus, but Momon always thinks more.
To fool the gods was simply because they were not in front of him. When his soul came face to face with the gods who controlled death on the day of his death, would they still be deceived by him?
He thought that they probably would not. Although Momen did not know who the god he would face after his death was, he believed that it must be a great god.
After all, as a true God, the Creator once said that granting mortals eternal life is a priceless thing. Unless this god controls life or death itself, he can use alternative ways to make mortals immortal.
"Forget it, it should be a long, long time."
"I don't know what it feels like to grow old. When that day comes, will Orson still be able to confidently say, 'Death is nothing more than this?'"
Talking softly to himself, Momon felt sleepy coming over him and he prepared to take a nap.
"Probably not. After all, you haven't seen your own kind die, let alone what it feels like to grow old. Once you've really seen it, you'll know how to be afraid."
"who!"
The sleepiness disappeared instantly. Mo Meng really didn't expect that he would encounter unknown existence twice in a row in just half a day.
And judging from the situation, this second arrival was probably not just passing by, but was heading straight for him.
He grasped the short bronze sword that had been placed beside him. Although it was probably of no use in front of the newcomer, it could at least bring some psychological comfort to Momon.
With sharp eyes, he glanced left and right, but in the light of the burning fire, there was nothing.
"Don't be afraid. As a 'priest' chosen by Prometheus, I won't do anything to you."
"After all, if his vigilance is aroused, it will be difficult to deal with."
With a slight laugh, a figure slowly emerged. He looked no different from a young human, with a gentle smile on his face.
If they had met by chance during the day, Momon would probably be happy to make friends with such a person. But now it seemed that the other party was most likely not even a human.
"Who are you? This is a place that the Creator is paying attention to. It's not too late for you to leave now."
Momon turned over and sat up on the wooden bed, holding the sword in his right hand, with an alert look on his face.
He had secretly made up his mind that if the other party could be frightened by the name of the Creator, he would immediately seek protection from Prometheus.
But in fact he also knew that his idea might not be realized.
As expected, under his gaze, the stranger opposite him had no intention of retreating. He just raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile:
"Prometheus, he can't even protect himself, why do you think he can protect you?"
"You don't really think that blasphemy can be exposed so easily."
With a bit of ridicule, before coming here, Mephistopheles thought that he would have to spend a long time looking for an opportunity, but what he never expected was that in just half a day, he found that the god of foresight, with whom he had once dealt, had actually done such a thing.
For some insignificant tributes, he deceived the gods. Whenever a god personally passed by a human tribe, his little tricks could not be hidden from others. Mephistopheles even secretly wondered whether this foresighted wise man was overrated or had become so inflated that he forgot who he was.
Does he think he is one of those great beings who are above the gods?
But it was also good this way, as he no longer needed to think about how to kill humans on a large scale - after all, he only had one chance, as the Lord of the Nine Hells told him that the ruler of the spirit world might turn a blind eye to his behavior of plundering the souls of mortals, but that did not mean that other beings in the spirit world would do the same.
He used to be worried about how to "eat his fill" all at once, but now he just needs to watch humans destroy themselves, and before that, just sow enough "seeds".
In one or two hundred years at most, everything will come to an end.
".You are not a god?"
After a short silence, the stranger on the other side suddenly revealed Momon's biggest worry. Strictly speaking, many priests were like him, immersed in the beauty of the moment, but afraid of the day when they would be exposed.
He didn't know what would happen to the Creator, but as a priest who deceived the gods, Momen felt that he would not have a good ending. Fortunately, the second unknown existence he met today did not seem to be a god either.
"Of course, I am not a god. In the past, I was also a human being. However, I was a silver human being who was destroyed by God."
"What?"
Momo was shocked.
He had heard of the Silver Humans, a generation that was ungodly and sinful. They all died at the junction of two eras, and their souls disappeared.
But the strange being in front of him not only claimed to be a silver human, but also possessed a power that no ordinary creature could master. This made him feel unacceptable. Could it be that the Creator had lied to him?
"Hehe, in the eyes of most people, silver humans are indeed a thing of the past, but the great Lord of the Nine Hells has given us a new life."
As if he could see what Momon was thinking, Mephisto explained casually.
"As for your creator Prometheus, he is a god that is difficult to evaluate. He once contacted us, but eventually gave up."
Shaking his head, when his thoughts were no longer affected by the source power, Mephisto didn't know how to evaluate this god.
Without him, the former silver humans might not be able to learn even the most basic knowledge, but now, the two sides are obviously standing on opposite sides.
"So what are you here for, you want me to do something bad to the Creator?"
Trying to calm himself down, Mo Meng knew that there must be something he could use for the other party.
After searching everywhere, he felt that he had only a relationship with the Creator that was worthy of the other party's attention.
"No, I have no interest in God."
However, to Momon's surprise, the other party denied his idea with a smile.
"In fact, Momon, I'm more interested in you."
Reaching out his hand, in front of Momon, Mephisto took out a small bottle from his arms.
The bottle was crystal clear, and it was not something that could be created with current human technology. Inside, dark red liquid was slowly rolling.
"This is my blood. After drinking it, you can jump higher, be stronger, have sharper senses, have some extraordinary powers, and of course, most importantly, live longer."
"But I don't need it."
His tone was stiff, and Momon had no interest in drinking anything the stranger offered.
"Maybe, you really don't need it now."
Putting the vial on the table, Mephisto said with a smile:
"But in the future it will."
"See with your eyes, feel with your body. When you see your fellow humans getting old, when your eyes are no longer clear, when you feel scared, drink this, and you will be able to gain more time."
"And, I hope you understand,"
Standing in the shadows, Mephisto's expression seemed very sincere.
"We were all human once. Humans can understand each other, but humans are different from gods."
"What they need is human belief, not humanity itself. No matter how much you contribute to them, if you don't believe in him, the result will be no different."
"So remember, Momon, never ask the gods for eternal life. Otherwise, you will regret it."
With a mysterious smile, Mephisto's figure gradually receded, dispersing into a cloud of black mist and then disappearing. Momon was on guard for a long time, until the moon reached the zenith, and then he gradually relaxed.
He looked at the small bottle on the table and hesitated. Momon had intended to tell the Creator what happened today and let him deal with the contents of the bottle, but in the end, for some reason, he hid it under the bed.
He didn't intend to use it, nor did he trust this strange silver human. If he could deceive God, how could others not deceive him?
And thinking about the other party's last words, Mo Meng couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.
"Pray to God for eternal life. Oh, doesn't he know that this option is not included in the blessings bestowed by the gods?"
"Even if I wanted to do this, there is no promise from the gods."
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Although he didn't plan to tell the Creator, Momon still decided to secretly observe the other priests tomorrow, especially Orson.
He was not sure that this mysterious man was only looking for him.