To Four Thousand Years Later

The **** Apollo fell before the Romans. In the war between humans and gods, humans will win in the end?

That invincible sacred existence was defeated so easily?

Moreover, he was killed by their beloved Augustus, the first citizen of Rome, Octavian himself! This is a scene that will definitely be recorded in the history books. But even those who saw it with their own eyes didn't really feel it in their hearts. Even they themselves are confused about this... If it is not the sadness of the god's fall, at least they should feel the ecstasy of no longer being shouted and drank by the priests, right?

But in fact, they have almost no special feeling. It's like "Oh, I'm dead, ah Na Ting Hao Na Ting Hao" such calmness.

- All of this is what **** expected. He still remembered his black boss who was always smiling cheerfully and told himself a joke before.

It is said that a president of the United States came to power, and some people danced wildly with joy, telling passers-by that the United States is saved, and heaven on earth is coming! Then he fired his boss and went home happily. Some people lamented that the world was about to end, and they bought a lot of necessities for survival and ran to caves far away from the city. Intending to survive the coming end of humanity.

However, the next day, the resigned found that everything was the same as yesterday, the only difference was that he lost his job. And the person who got into the cave emerged after a few days, and found that the world was fine and not destroyed. But life had to go on as usual, so they rushed back in disgrace. Only the confused who don't know how to make their lives better will entrust all their hopes and lamentations to others. The same is true of one what effect. Neither wake up the next day into heaven, nor open your eyes and fall into hell. The same is true for changing a god, or even cutting a **** completely.

People love their **** Apollo so much. But without him, life is still the same.

But they don't know that history has quietly changed at this moment, and this time there is no obstacle. **** took but this did not allow **** to be intercepted by the guards. The hostility of all the palace guards dissipated quickly after they came into contact with Jesus' burning eyes. They were shocked, and the few guards who were priests immediately felt the familiar aura of Augustus from Jesus.

"I am back.

Jesus showed a gentle smile they were familiar with, waved slightly to them, and said boldly, "Citizens of Rome! I'm back!" It was such a familiar brilliance—even though his appearance had changed, the brilliance in his eyes No leg color at all. Even more intense and dazzling than the impression! They immediately gave up their arms, knelt on the ground and shouted ecstatically, "He's back!"

"Augustus is back

More guards with swords and shields came, and then retreated; they came and bowed down. As **** met more and more people, the guards in the inner court also knelt down neatly on both sides.

They called out again.

"Augustus is back!"

The cheers superimposed on each other like roaring waves, becoming louder and louder.

The guards who came to intercept and kill Jesus, without exception, all defected. Seeing the "resurrection of Augustus" and personally standing up against the Senate, they immediately made their own choices. Originally they were puzzled. They clearly saw that Augustus was killed by Egyptian assassins with ice spikes. Why did the Senate claim that he was poisoned? The most amazing thing is that the Senate actually found out the murderer who poisoned Augustus! This confused the guards.

Obviously the murderer didn't exist at all. How is it possible to find an answer to a question that has no answer?

But if it is said that the assassin was sent by the Senate...then all problems have the same explanation. **** pushed the door and entered the Senate. The rows of tables and chairs surrounded by concentric circles were full of people. When they saw **** coming in, they were already very disturbed and immediately became flustered and terrified.

Arguing, cursing, begging for mercy,... many voices mixed together and became very noisy.

But **** stepped forward and stood in front of the podium in the middle of the hall like Augustus Sunday.

"You can keep silent, or you can continue to make noise. You can defend yourself. You can also confess your sins and obey the law, and you can tell the truth to outsiders. Or... try to kill me. **** held the podium and said calmly : "But before that, I want to say one thing to everyone. Proclaim something to the senators of Rome.

"All the elders and all the newcomers, kill Apollo.

After the words were spoken, the Senate immediately fell silent. Even become dead silent.

They looked at **** with the eyes of a lunatic or a fool, and some even had mocking expressions on their faces. But **** didn't show any expression. He just said plainly: "I think. You probably don't believe it. That kid, he bragged that he killed a god! What an obscene and absurd joke, right?" Everyone around burst into laughter. But just at the moment when their mood became playful and relaxed, an incomparable fear spread from the bottom of their hearts.

The body suddenly became cold. Back numb. The temperature below the knees was instantly lost, and the intense emptiness made people feel uncomfortable and wanted to cry.

Countless shadowy hands crawled up from the ground, emerged from the shadows of the elders, strangled their throats along their spines. **** appeared on the stage with a smile on his face, as if he was telling an interesting story: "At that time, I grabbed his throat with a shadow like this! I fixed his body in the air with a hurricane, and then used a hurricane from hell. The flames burned his soul to the ground—as he narrated, a young man pointed by his right hand suddenly turned blue and covered his neck, struggling desperately, and wailing. The part below his chest was like a stone, unable to move.

A black flame instantly rose from the ground, engulfing that exceptionally young elder in an instant. In less than a second, the flame dissipated, and the man disappeared among the crowd. However, the wooden table in front of him and the seat under him were not ignited at the same time. There wasn't even white smoke coming out. Only one person evaporated. He seemed to disappear from the world out of thin air and fall into the abyss.

"Well, it's like this. Burn the last son of old Brutus.

Jesus Saint Pine said: "Very spiritual power. Isn't it?"

He looked around, glanced at everyone's face, and found the fear floating in his eyes.

"As you can see, mortals are mortal...and so are gods.

"There is nothing permanent in this world. Laughter is not long, desire is not long, life is not long, death is not long, sowing is not long, reaping is not long. Embraces are not long, neither are embraces nor long, wars are not...reconciliation Not for long.

After **** finished speaking, he put his hands on the table and said in a low voice: "Times have changed, old men and new comers of Rome. Your time to rule Rome is very short, but unfortunately, it will not last long. When" from today rise, the Senate, dissolve. "