Chapter 903 The King of Light

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

The door to the heart of the eternal freezing furnace was pushed open by a belated traveler. In the darkness, the skeleton sleeping in the water tank seemed to be aware of it, and moved slightly in the divine wine.

But he was still immersed in the dream of the past and never woke up.

Is anyone coming?

I can't hear clearly. Could it be a passing guest?

It’s been a long journey, is he tired? Maybe I should treat him to a rest, but I'm too sleepy and can't get up. Sorry, the food and water are in the cabinet. Please help yourself.

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

After a long time, he slowly knelt on the ground.

He lowered his head, as if facing a high-ranking figure, and spoke respectfully: "Your Excellency, I come from the place where the mountains meet to bring greetings from Mamakiriya, the mother of gold and moon."

Mamakyria?

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

In the water tank, the dark eye sockets of the skeleton were illuminated by the rising light outside the door.

A little uncomfortable.

I felt a little uneasy while sleeping.

Is there a banquet being held outside? Father, are they drinking all night again? Another victory? Have you defeated the enemy again?

The light is too bright and too cruel.

Those too indulgent feasts, those cruel trophies, those meads dripping with blood...

The skeleton is still immersed in the fragments of dreams.

Memories from the past seem to resurface, but those distant outlines are too vague to recall.

I only remember a burly figure sitting at the top, raising a horned wine glass, laughing loudly, and waving to me.

"my child."

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

who is he?

Who am I?

Can not remember.

After a short wait, Izzy seemed to have finally mustered up the courage. He raised his gaze, looked at the unresponsive skeleton in the water tank, and sighed helplessly.

Reach out into your arms.

"Sorry for the offence."

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

In the brocade-covered box, there lies a tender green branch. Under the cherished preservation, it has not shrunk or withered, but still glows with the bright color of the past, and the opposite green leaves still exude bursts of vitality.

That is a mistletoe that has never appeared on Helios!

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

A faint light appeared in the eyes of the silent skeleton.

Like, the long dream is finally over.

He opened his eyes.

Finally recalled the past.

"Ah, is that so?" The mutilated skeleton murmured softly, "I remembered..."

"So, am I not Publius?"

"That's enough! That's enough! Stop getting in the way!!!"

On the throne of God, Publius let out an angry roar. He had lost all his patience and violently swayed his power, making Helios tremble violently and the earth roared.

Enough is enough.

These annoying obstacles and variables!

He raised his eyes, his cracked face full of killing intent, and looked at the sluggish Huai Shi not far away, intending to completely eradicate all opponents who stood in his way!

No matter who it is, no one can stop his progress!

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

As a result, Publius raised his right hand again, and between the empty five fingers, there was once again an alchemy that was superior to that of the great master.

The endless high temperatures converged to form a violently swirling vortex.

The fire storm that was enough to destroy the entire city was compressed on the palm of the hand, forming a wind tunnel the size of a table tennis ball, and it was even rapidly increasing its power.

Glowing endless dazzling light!

"I am Publius!"

He raised his right hand high and declared to the world: "I am immortal!"

"wrong……"

The skeleton in the tank murmured dully.

"I am the God of existence!"

Publius roared, invigorating his power, and floated above Helios:

"——I am Apollo, the lord of the blazing sun!"

"wrong……"

In the water tank, the skull was shaking violently, and in the dark eyes, sparks kept flashing, just like those returning memories.

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

It murmured in confusion, tracing its origins: "I am...I am..."

At that moment, the last memory emerged from his rapidly repaired soul, allowing him to completely usher in the most important answer, the already destined outcome.

"I am...Badr..."

He suddenly realized that he was swallowed up by the sun falling from the sky.

He said:

"——I am, the King of Light!"

So, at that moment, from the door opened in the heart of the eternal freezing furnace, brilliant sunlight burst out, illuminating everything.

The dark universe lit up with eternal flames.

Light is coming!

In the illusory temple, there was a broken sound.

Zeus clenched his fists in confusion and crushed his own wine glass, but then he couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahahahahaha!!!!"

He leaned forward with laughter and applauded for this wonderful unfolding of destiny: "Every gain must be given up, so that's it, that's it!!!!"

Want to get something.

Something must be given up.

This is the essence of alchemy.

If you want to gain the power and status of a god, you must give up your physical body - for this reason, Publius did not hesitate to split himself completely.

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

As a result, he didn't realize that his mystical instrument had been successful long ago. Even before Huai Shi and the others boarded Helios, the real gods had already arrived.

However, the one who was resurrected was not Apollo, who had been annihilated long ago.

The secret ritual that had lost its target was still running, and in the end, it pointed to the only existence in the same field that had not been contaminated by the rancher and still had the possibility of resurrection.

Before the power of the god, the god's consciousness had descended and attached itself to the bones abandoned by Publius.

However, he was confused because of the nuances of the ritual. It was as if his head hit the ground first when he arrived. He couldn't even remember who he was. The consciousness of God and the incomplete memory of Publius were mixed in the same place.

A new life was born.

A skeleton...possessing the essence of God!

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

"You guessed it, after all, I had that dream."

Tong Ji raised her eyebrows: "After all, I'm quite impressed."

There are only a few sun gods in this world who have never fallen with the gods, nor have they been killed by themselves.

And it's so salty...

It’s just Him, right?

The aliens among the Nordic gods do not violently demonstrate their authority, but bring warmth, laughter, happiness and peace to all things in the world...

Unfortunately, the principle that good people do not live long does not apply to mortals.

It is also prevalent among the gods.

Even before the gods fell, before Tong Ji killed his own kind, he had already lost his life to the trick of the God of Conspiracy and died at 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 Baldr's birth, his death was doomed.

To investigate the root cause, we have to go back to the "social history of gods" that Tong Ji once told Huai Shi.

The essence of the existence of the "gods" is the union of gods, and the gods must have their own responsibilities in it. However, there are always some things that others are unwilling to do.

It's like when a company team is built, new members have to carry bags, when the boss makes a mistake, there is always a younger brother who has to take the blame, and when the class is cleaned after school, there is always a group of people who have to clean the toilet.

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

Just like Hades, the unlucky child in the Greek pantheon who was tricked by his younger brother, there are always people who are unlucky.

In Eastern Xia, it was the responsible Prince Taishan, in Egypt it was the half-dead Osiris, and in Northern Europe... everyone promoted the democratic voting system - here it means that everyone delegates work to the team The most annoying person in the world.

Loki.

In order to appease his hapless brother, Odin and Loki made an agreement that Loki would temporarily take over the management of Hell and leave the future to his daughter.

In return, his son will make a marriage contract with her as the God of Light.

However, who among the Nordic gods doesn’t know that people like themselves talk like farts?

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

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

Queen Frigga implored all creatures in the world to swear an oath never to harm the god who brought light and warmth to the world, and all creatures faithfully fulfilled their promises.

Only one thing is missing.

Mistletoe.

It is precisely because of this that Baldr died under Loki's calculations.

Cause of death: The uncle's daughter was not good-looking and could not find a suitable partner, so she had to make do with him.

It is a pity that in such an ancient era, there is no story about the break-up of an engagement.

What a pity.

Since then, the world has lost joy and sunshine, and the gods have lost the sun god who gave them trust and peace of mind.

This is the origin of ‘Dusk is Coming’.

And when Odin tried to cheat again and sent a messenger to Hades to ask for Baldur's soul, he was stopped by the maid of the goddess of Hades.

The two sides made an agreement again.

If, as Odin said, everything in the world mourns Baldur's death, then the goddess of the underworld will let Baldur return.

The result is regrettable.

When everything mourns the passing of Baldr...

Zeus couldn't help but look to his side.

——There happened to be a crow that "accidentally passed by" and said that he was very happy. It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It was fine. People who were celebrating the New Year were all dead and they were still children. It was for his own good...

Mourning? What to mourn, what to mourn?

Didn't you see that I was having fun?

Tong Ji has always been indifferent to this!

So, just like that, I stabbed the Nordic gods in the heart, until so many years later...

"You have to do what you promise. I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Hey, it's all in the past. Drink tea, drink tea."

Tong Ji smiled, picked up the pink tea cup, and blinked proudly.

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