To Four Thousand Years Later

As Tiberius' words fell, the pitch-black hurricane rolled up for no reason.

It was an icy storm that came from nowhere, like a dark wind from hell, with the smell of blood hidden in it. The black wind blocked the surrounding sunlight, surrounded the battlefield, and made the two people in the struggle appear blurred. The more outsiders are, the less they can see clearly the battle between **** and Apollo. All golden winds exposed to the winds of hell. Whether it's a helmet or a sword. They are rapidly decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye—dark red rust marks appear on the metal surface in an instant. Those sharp and fragrant sword blades rusted in the blink of an eye. The ones with slightly lower quality will even shatter out of thin air; and the armor and shields will also become rusty and stained in an instant, as if they have been placed for hundreds of years without maintenance. And amidst the black hurricane, several white gusts fell from the sky like pillars of pure white comets, easily splitting the earth like knives. It's like the end of the world is coming. The ground collapsed and fractured layer by layer, twisting and wriggling like a struggle, the land of different sizes fluctuated up and down, and viscous mud was pumped from the depths.

The earth is like a living swamp, filled with a wild and damp atmosphere. And before the bigger and bigger gap engulfed everyone. The shadow tentacles that had killed the assassins before came out from the depths of the lake, hugged the waists of passers-by, picked them up one by one and put them in a safe place.

"God is not merciful...in fact, that's why God is God. Gauge. So there is God.

"God is the interface for us to understand the world. It is the understanding of the world, the understanding and cognition of the world's hundreds of mysteries, and it is the most primitive philosophy.

But now, Solomon has given them wisdom! They too have long been accustomed to wisdom—a mature philosophy has been born! Instead of relying on gods, we can also explain the unknown of this world without relying on magic, and can also protect itself from the invasion of barbarians and natural disasters. "Therefore I say, you are guilty! You are arrogant because you were born to be gods And guilty! Not only you, not only the Roman gods, but all the gods and demons, they are all guilty!"

The voice of **** was like thunder, rumbling in the air: "You don't come to rescue people when they are suffering, and you don't come to rescue when the country is in danger, but you want to stop Rome when it is reborn? You ask What is it? What you want is to protect Rome. Or to protect yourself? If you don’t come to protect Rome, what do we trust you to do?!”

"It's better to believe in ourselves!"

That was a very bold statement.

The people around couldn't help being dumbfounded.

…Man, man dare to rebuke God? But Jesus' rebuke did not stop, "What have you gods done? We entrusted our lives and souls to you, and how many people have you saved from wars and disasters? How many people have lived because of you?" Yes, he asked loudly, with a forceful voice: "What have you brought us? What did you take away? "

"They may have forgotten, they may not have seen it, they may not be there...but I remember! I saw it! I care!"

"Times have changed, Apollo! We don't need gods anymore! Don't look down on us like this!" As he shouted loudly, the shining chains fell from the sky and penetrated into Apollo. the back. And Apollo gritted his teeth, pulled up his silver longbow, and shouted angrily: "Bold!"

The golden glow was bound into arrows, and unimaginable heat escaped from the arrows of sunlight.

Then, headed towards the ground with a bang! Every time the arrow landed on the ground, a piece of swamp was evaporated, and sticky scorching hot air flowed close to the ground.

And **** was not afraid. He tenaciously moved back and forth on the ground for a short distance, avoiding the light arrow. An arrow can hit him. But even so, it is very thrilling. As long as **** made a mistake, he might be directly killed by Apollo!

It's no wonder that when they first met Apollo, they were indeed ecstatic. That kind of joy even surpassed the joy of seeing Augustus resurrected. Or...although they miss Augustus very much, but thinking about it carefully, that's it. Who rules them doesn't really make much difference to the common man. But the gods are different. People can clearly perceive it. They think that this **** is superior to that god, or that **** is stronger than this god. Because they are far enough away from themselves, people can make evaluations and dare to make evaluations. It's like how people feel about idols.

People love God, but they don't know why, they don't know where it starts, and they don't know where it ends.

And at the moment when **** and Apollo scolded, confronted, and fought...the **** Apollo also turned into a reality. Like an idol coming to your side. They raised their hearts tightly, and although they dared not shout out loudly, they also cheered for **** in their hearts.

An Augustus wins, which pleases them more than the gods win.

Individually, people realize that they don't really love God, nor do they need God to exist. It's just that no one has ever reminded them of this before.

It was the first time that human beings rebelled against the gods—it was not the humble words of the abandoned people of the gods who said that the grapes were sour. Instead, it is truly great people who have truly created almost eternal value. Those who are remembered, respected and loved by no one, even the priest who was once the closest to God, said such words...

"Augustus, you are dead!" Apollo yelled angrily, and kept shooting arrows at Jesus. Dozens, hundreds, and thousands of silver bows, golden light arrows poured down like a waterfall, the speed became faster and the attack became more ferocious. But except for Apollo's hands. The iridescent chain behind him made a crisp clang sound, winding round and round, wrapping around his body. bound in the air.

"You are wrong, Apollo! I will never die!" Jesus' voice resounded through the sky: "For love and wisdom are with me. With his words, the rainbow-colored chain tightens. Hang Apollo in the air, at every turn.

Straight after. A monstrous black flame rose from the ground like a waterfall against the current, completely engulfing Apollo's body. After dozens of seconds, the flames dissipated. **** exhaled repeatedly, and nodded slightly towards a corner above the sky.

Thanks for your hard work. Barbatos. **** shook his head slightly and thanked Barbatos again. Looking at the silent street. A silent crowd. The corners of Jesus' mouth raised slowly.

They won't guess it. It is from today. It's from this time...the age of God. It's finally coming to an end.