Greek Mythology: God Of The Gods

this day.

Inside the dark Temple of Opportunity.

Poros is full of strong root power.

The power of hope is the core, and the root power of light, dreams, life, truth, and falsehood.

Majestic to the extreme lingering.

The dense light, like abstract lines, outlines incomparably real.

Interweaving dreamy scrolls.

Among them, a seed-like crystal-clear light cluster was spinning endlessly in the depths.

The power of the various roots that make the intricate.

They are combined in every corner of the scroll in an orderly manner to form a complete scroll.

Dreamlike brilliance surrounds the room.

Stars and stars hummed and spread out from the pitch-black temple.

The dark and cold underworld.

Suddenly it vibrated slightly.

Many gods and countless dead souls raised their heads in astonishment.

He looked surprised at the dreamy light that suddenly fell from the sky.

Gradually, it came to their minds.

Suddenly, it seemed to be illuminated by a bright light.

There are all kinds of good things in the past and many hopes for the future.

The surrounding dark environment suddenly faded, becoming no longer cold and uncomfortable.

The heart is filled with light and warmth.

Under this indescribable beauty.

Unconsciously, they naturally whispered reverently:

"Great Lord of Hope, One and Only, O Most Holy and Good Poros!"

"You are opportunity, you are hope, you are beauty, you are the future, you are the way, you are salvation..."

with their prayers.

The vibrations of Hades became more and more violent.

The dreamy picture scroll outlined by abstract lines, roaring and trembling, more vigorous power.

Intertwined and swayed on the land of Hades.

Shrouded in this dark space, every strand of land, every living and dead body.

Outskirts of Tartarus.

Moros, who has been able to walk out, is chatting with Nyx and Erebus.

The three suddenly raised their heads in surprise.

Looking at the majestic root power of the underworld.

Erebus said in a low voice:

"What a grand power of the root, it seems to have surpassed the law of the root.

"It's more than just transcending the root law!"

Moros, who used to be the highest, shook his little head.

Staring in amazement at the dark sky.

The slightly immature voice said to Nyx:

"Mother, you are a cheap child, because people are surprised.

I can feel that the strong root power intertwined in the underworld at this moment has implicitly harmonized with each other and formed a system of its own.

It's almost exactly the same as when I first reached the root vortex. "

He paused, seemingly annoyed.

"But from what you can tell, he seems to have been born only a few hundred years ago?

Damn it, I was the first genius in this age of ignorance to be a god, and I was completely inferior.

Nix glared at him, tapped his head, and said with satisfaction:

"In my heart, he has always been my child, no different from you."

In a quiet voice.

The hazy figure of the Goddess of the Night quietly gazed at the distant sky with eyes as bright as stars.

The beautiful face is full of softness.

She still remembers it.

The scene when Prometheus was holding the blond-haired silver-eyed baby that day and found her.

At that time, she was attracted by the other party's distinctive eyes, and vaguely saw the outline of Moros, so she kept him as her son.

But she never thought of it.

In just a few hundred years.

The once immature and weak baby has completely surpassed her now.

"Gaia, do you feel it?"

"He's ready.

Stepping over your dead body, he will be the greatest king of the gods who ever lived.

Zhu Yuanchu will bow before him, and Dusk will be defeated by us under his leadership!"

Gazing at the vast land and sky beyond Hades, Nyx's quiet voice was full of firmness.

And with the continuous expansion of the abstract picture volume.

The strong root power soon spread from the deep underworld to the vast land, sea and sky.

From the kingdom of the dead to the world of the living.

The beauty and hope are also sprinkled in the hearts of every hopeful life on the earth.

Moist tears dripped from the corners of their eyes.

They gaze eagerly at the sky, at the earth, at the vast and vast world.

In touch with the greatness that symbolizes hope in the dark.

Vaguely, they seem to have heard the common prayer of thousands of dead souls from the kingdom of the dead:

"You bestow the future on all the living and the dead, you guide all the ignorant who are ignorant and lost, you light up the darkness without light..."

...... You are the Lord of all the dead, and you will also be the king of all the living in the future!"

"Lord of all the dead, king of all the living?"

All the beings under the sky muttered these words in a daze.

In a trance.

They seem to have seen a tall and tall Wang Nai with blond hair and silver eyes.

Exudes a dreamlike supreme brilliance, overlooking the boundless world.

Climbing step by step to the supreme throne located on the top of the gods!

He is coming.

About to sit on his throne!

On Mount Olympus.

Zeus, embedded in the gate of ignorance, let out a hoarse roar.

It's him, he's coming!"

"Take away my throne, my world!"

His roar of anger and despair.

Let Shudnos, Valati, Prodognos, and Physis sit in front of the grand gate.

And Moirai, goddess of fate.

They all opened their eyes abruptly.

Frowning, he looked down at the trembling vast world.

"It's amazing root fluctuations. In a short period of time, that Poros has improved so much?"

Already looked like a child.

Restored to the four originals of four handsome and beautiful teenagers, the girl's original water, the master of the starry sky, the master of death, and the goddess of nature.

Sensing the powerful source power that is much stronger than the source power they just recovered.

They all looked a little horrified.

And 623 was at the side, with the help of the four of them, he finally managed to get rid of the injuries in his body.

Moirai, who was restored from the three goddesses of fate to the goddess of fate, said indifferently:

"What are you afraid of, what you should worry about most now is Gaia.

And we hold the door of ignorance.

Regardless of the outcome of the two of them, we have basic guarantees.

They can't do anything to us. "

Moirai's words reassured the four of Shudnos.

He nodded and said: "The sixty-year period is approaching, it depends on who can win, Poros or Gaia.

It is said that the winner will be the leader, and they will fight against the dusk together.

But what will happen at that time, whether we are obedient or not, still depends on our mood. "

They glanced at the magnificent and tall gate of ignorance behind them.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Only Zeus on the door was still madly cursing.

"Poros, you are finally here!"

"I'm not willing, I'm not willing!"

Fate Moirai frowned at him.

She didn't tell the four of Shudnos.

Not long ago, she seemed to have vaguely felt a familiar aura associated with the Gate of Obscurity.

Suddenly emerged from the depths of Hades.

That made her a little uneasy.

It seems that the real owner of this door of ignorance has returned.

"It's impossible, Moros will never come back, this door of ignorance is already ours.

No one can take it away!"

She gritted her teeth in her heart. .