The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

"Why didn't you leave suddenly? Judging by your face, what are you thinking about? Are you smiling so treacherously?" At this moment, Yuu, who stepped up the steps, turned his head to the side, looked at Shiroyasha very strangely and asked.

Bai Yasha's face froze, and then forced himself to laugh and said:

"It's nothing, we were wondering what that old Kronos would look like when he knew he was alone and helpless."

"Forget it, it's not that far. If you don't have one or two underdogs in that kind of series, do you think you can believe it?" You rolled your eyes, with a bit of fear in your tone.

However, at this moment, pillars of light descended from the sky, and thousands of stars fell down. In an instant, the entire Little Garden fell into the vision of stars and sun shining together.

And within the vision, huge annual rings spanned the sky and the earth, covering half of the sky above the Little Garden.

Bai Yasha stared blankly at the scene in the sky, and said dumbfounded:

"Master, open your mouth in Buddhism!"

Chapter 347 The Awakened Star Beast

[12] Outer door.

A lake not far from Mount Olympus.

Hesiod with a beard was sitting on an oval stone bench, holding a stack of parchment in his hand, flipping through it quietly.

The stack of parchment was only the size of two palms, and the surface of the paper was rough and withered. If you got close to it and smelled it carefully, you could smell a slightly pungent, limey smell like the shell of a preserved egg.

The sound of trampling horseshoes came from behind, and Hesiod didn't look back. Under the sense of spirituality, he 'saw' the centaur youth behind him, and saw the pale face of the other party.

Breathing out lightly, Hesiod rolled up the parchment, held it in his hands, and stared at the towering Mount Olympus in the distance.

"Is this the one?" Chiron behind him asked a little hesitantly. He looked at the crude parchment rolled up in Hesiod's hand, and said with some doubts on his face: "The cosmology of the Greek gods, you wrote The [Theogony]."

Hesiod was silent for a while, then nodded slightly, and admitted: "Yes, Your Highness Chiron, although it took a lot of energy, I still wrote it with the assistance of His Majesty Kronos."

"You will die, even if you are one of the creators of the cosmology, but you do not have the characteristics of the Lord of the Gods. If you are a godhead, if you use this, you will probably be backlashed by the cosmology in the first place, right?"

Chiron looked at Hesiod in confusion, as if he didn't know why the other party chose this path of death.

Hesiod narrowed his eyes, and then said in a low voice:

"That's why that majesty will give me the poet's spiritual status. Only a poet who tampers with the legal principles of the world with poetry can drive the ultimate secret treasure of the gods with the essence of not being the lord of the gods."

"I will die." Chiron replied in a low voice. "After the father's plan is completed, you have no value, and your value is only to drive the gods and define the stars."

After a moment of silence, Hesiod sighed softly:

"You are right, my value lies here."

Chiron opened his mouth and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him silently. Only then did he realize that the sideburns of the other party had turned white, and his whole body was much older than when he first met him. This is very important for a godhead For some poets who have been included in the ranks of gods and Buddhas, it is a strange phenomenon.

Thinking of the matter that Kronos asked him to cooperate with the experiment, and thinking of Hesiod's current situation, Chiron's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but speak. "I've always been curious about why the gift of 'poet', which has the power to change the world, can be used by you as if there is no price to use it."

"Have you noticed? With your eyesight, Your Highness, I'm afraid you can become a pretty good shooter." Hesiod raised his hand, stroked his white temples, and then said with a dumb smile.

Looking at Hesiod in front of him, and at his already bent back, Chiron closed his eyes and said with a bit of unbearable:

"Can't we escape the tricks of fate after all..."

"not necessarily."

Hesiod said with a light smile, his words were somewhat decisive, as if this was the truth, this was the truth.

Chiron opened his eyes and looked at Hesiod in astonishment. At this moment, the poet laughed happily.

"Although destiny is powerful, it is not invincible. It can be distorted, tampered with, and even killed. This is what I firmly believe in after seeing that existence."

He paused, chuckled and said:

"The poet who sang fate died because of his resistance to fate, and the powerful and noble fate was shattered because of a small deviation. This is a pretty gorgeous script. Don't you think so, Your Highness?"

"Hesiod...don't you..."

Chiron's pupils shrank greatly, and he looked at Hesiod in disbelief. Until then, he realized that there was something different about the other party than himself, which was the courage to 'resist' that he didn't have at all.

"Is this the will of human beings?" the centaur and demigod said in amazement.

"Wrong, it's just a belated rebellious period of a poet who was teased by fate." Hesiod smiled and stood up from the stone bench, looking at the magnificent mountains in the distance.

"Time is up."

He muttered softly, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Chiron on the side watched this scene silently, watching Hesiod's figure disappear in front of him.

On the majestic and wide lake, a gray-haired old man with a goatee crossed his legs on the water, looking at the sky indifferently.

At this moment, Hesiod, who was holding the theogony, walked out of the circles of ripples, and stood on the swaying water.

"It's time, let's start." The god sitting on the lake didn't look back, but ordered indifferently.

"Yes!" Hesiod lowered his head, and then spread out the parchment in his hand calmly but with a bit of fanaticism, injecting divine power and spiritual power into it.

Buzz.

A ripple spread out from Hesiod as the starting point, and then spread in all directions, like a spider web being weaved, spreading continuously, deepening into the void, touching the root law and reason.

A piercing beam of light appeared in Hesiod's eyes. The poet's brows and eyes were bulging with veins, his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his whole body was swollen like a balloon stuffed with too much air.

Then, the poet struggled to hold the tone, and sang vertically, as if reciting a great poem:

"Chous (Chaos) was born first, and then Gaia—the broad-chested earth..."

There was a humming sound, and the earth was turbulent in the poem, as if it was breathing, and made a small low sound, as if it was responding to the poem.

"The dead heroes turned into stars, shedding eternal brilliance on the world."

Wow! The stars in the sky are shining, and the eighty-eight constellations sprinkle their brilliance on the world and every corner of Little Garden.

"That radiance is a beast, a symbol of dominance, the incarnation of stars, and the gathering of legal principles."

Pillars of light descended from the sky, and in the beams of light, deep beast roars echoed between the sky and the earth.

Hesiod's hair gradually became as white as snow, there were many old people's wrinkles between his brows and eyes, and thick age spots appeared on his firm skin. The breath of the whole person continued to weaken, and soon became weak Like a candle.

He squinted his eyes, looked at Kronos on the lake, raised the corner of his mouth, slowly opened his mouth, and said silently:

"That great and noble king of the gods, be afraid of your heir, be afraid of your youngest son, he will take your life, devour your flesh and blood, and knock your soul into the boundless abyss..."

After muttering, the old Hesiod leaned back and fell into the lake with a plop.

The old man with the goatee who was cross-legged on the lake ignored this, and instead chuckled and said: