To Four Thousand Years Later

With the call of Jesus, sighs sounded.

"I don't want to wrestle with you... the wise king of the East.'

It was a warm voice: "Phoenix seems to have a crush on you. And this familiar feeling... Are you a descendant of Murray?"

An exceptionally handsome man with a star-like brilliance appeared in front of Jesus. His long, fragrant, slightly flowing hair falls to his shoulders, a crown of bay leaves and myrtle is woven on his head, and a bow-like harp is carried on his back. As Apollo landed on Earth E, the surrounding air became sluggish. Sounds were shut out, people's movements became sluggish - only Apollo and **** could speak with normal voices.

"That's right." **** replied seriously, "I don't want to be your enemy either. I have a follower, and he is your son. I have a lot of respect for you.

"Jacob? Ah, I love him too. Apollo smiled gently, then frowned, and said softly: "I feel...your powerful psychic power. I have never seen such a burning soul, and I can be sure that you are not human. But do you know that you only have a few years left in your life? **** nodded, and said peacefully: "If you want to act like a god, you have to deal with demons. This is a natural price. But if there is no magic power guarding me, maybe I have already been killed by the assassins of the Senate. ?'

"Don't be nervous, King Xian. I have been watching you... When you are in crisis, I will come to rescue you. This is what Phoenix asked me to do. Apollo carefully replied: "Please You have to trust me. Everything I do is for you humans. So you don't need to be so cautious and hostile to me. Because there are some things that really cannot be exposed to you too early.

"No, no hostility."

Jesus Yao shook his head and immediately explained: "I understand very well. Religion is a kind of philosophy, and philosophers just explain it in different ways. The world... the priests are the same.

"The pressure of people's survival is gradually reduced, trying to find an answer... a question about where I come from, what I am living for', where am I going to end up' and so on. That is, to seek an answer. But the problem It's...but one question, sir. I mean, you may not know...we all understand the doubts you have now. Facing Jesus' questions—or questioning, Apollo just said hesitatingly: "You are already Very great wise man. But our understanding of this world is beyond that of a mortal in this world. What kind of era you will experience, what kind of test you will accept, and what the future of this world will be...we all know. When it is time to let you know, we will naturally let you know; when it is time for us to exit, we will naturally exit.

For example, how to train psionics, how to survive after touching the veil, why did the five gods leave, how can humans enter... and what is the ultimate secret of this planet? **** asked peacefully, "Will you tell us all of these? "A look of shock appeared on Apollo's face for the first time, and he stammered, "How...how did you know?" I foresaw the future. **** turned against the guest and said solemnly: "But your name is not in it, Hopolo." Even if the bodies of demon gods are strong enough to resist time, you already have physical bodies. Sooner or later the spirit becomes decadent and dies away. Your dreams of the past will be forgotten, and your fears of today will be obliterated. And your bones will be dust, like mine—like me, a frail mortal.

"Because this world doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to me. It doesn't belong to the gods and the devil, and it doesn't belong to those who came before... This world belongs to future humans. It belongs to those who are not yet born, full of possibility and hope. **** peace talking about his own death.

He stretched out his right hand to Apollo, took off the glove and showed his ring: "Look, what is this?"

Apollo recognized the ring immediately. His eyes became serious.

...you, Solomon? "Jesus laughed and said in a low voice: "Baimon, Asmodeus,...and my wife. Yastaru, they are all demon gods under my command. In addition, there are Amon, Fix, Agares and others. If you want, I think we can have more in-depth exchanges. Most importantly, I can save your life.

it is good. "

Apollo was silent for a long time, and replied bluntly: 'Then I surrender, no need to fight. I really didn't expect you to be resurrected—if I knew it was you, I wouldn't have come to protect you at all. With Moli around, you can't die at all.

"In that case, maybe I will go to you." **** glanced at him. "I came back to earth just to kill the gods and end the age of gods. Of course. If you want, you can play with me." A play is also possible.

He was also very surprised at Apollo's surrender so simply and neatly.

"Don't worry too much. ... My friend Metatron came to inform me before. He prophesied to me that a good king worthy of my service will come before me. I have been waiting for a long time. Apollo As he spoke, his body also gradually shrunk. The original appearance of a teenager in his teens became a refreshing boy of thirteen or fourteen, and the bow behind him became a zither.

"That was a necessary sacrifice, Apo... the aristocratic republic and slavery will be eliminated. And this is the course of history.

Jesus replied earnestly: "I know you are a good god. But not all demon gods are as reasonable as you. Human beings don't have the courage to challenge gods, and as their productivity increases and killing machines become more sophisticated, gold If the city is turned into a sharp blade, then the believers who wield it in the hands of the demon **** with ulterior motives will eventually form an increasingly terrifying force.

"So, I have to release people from the gods before they can recognize the world... I think you should understand me, Hopolo.

"I know it's Dong... the demon gods of the barbarians are like this.

Little Apollo sighed. The obedient 5 replied: "Okay, then I have no problem. Will I also call you king in the future?"

"Yes. What is your name as a demon god? I shall call you by that." **** asked Apollo.

The handsome young man plucked the harp and replied casually: "My serial number is Barbatos, so you can call me by that name. Do you have a script? I want to see your script for beating me... I don't want to die Tai Wu ugly.

"Of course, let's check the script first." **** said seriously, "I think this will be a big surprise for the Senate.