I became the Great Old One

"The sun's rays are so cold and ruthless."

Kratos spread his arms, and his strong chest was exposed under the dim sunset.

"Goddess, I'm glad to see you again." Kratos took two steps forward, then half-knelt in front of Ergani. Looking directly into the goddess's pupils, he asked: "My memory is still before the outbreak of the war. Can you tell me what happened during these thousand years of sleeping?"

"Where is Zeus? Where are the gods of Olympus? Why can't I sense their presence anymore?"

Kratos's tone was full of doubts, anxiety and even unconcealable pain.

He once practiced hard with Achilles in order to control his own power and complete his revenge on the gods. However, when he woke up again, a thousand years had passed, and his former enemies had long disappeared without a trace. For Kratos, such a result was obviously unacceptable to him.

"The God King Zeus, the Titans, and even the entire Olympus pantheon have been wiped out in that war." Elgani said in a soft voice: "Now, you are the last of the Olympus pantheon. He is also the only god.”

The battle of faith spanned decades.

There were so many things that happened during this period that cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

Fortunately, Elgani has the wisdom and authority to directly condense the stories that happened during that time and instill them into Kratos' consciousness.

Kratos' pupils were dim, and he lowered his head and quickly browsed the knowledge and memories shared by the goddess. Pictures flashed in front of him, and he felt as if he was on a bloody battlefield.

The loud sound of swords clashing, the gurgling sound of blood spurting out from the cut throat, the sweet smell of internal organs mixed with dust...

Everything seems to be lingering around Kratos.

His skin was red, and his breathing gradually became heavier... If possible, he wished he could go back a thousand years ago and personally participate in that tragic war.

Kill your enemies one by one and cut off their heads. Trample those lofty gods under your feet and crush their dignity!

pity…

Time is like water, once it passes, it can never come back.

"Hateful!" Kratos was full of resentment and unwillingness and finally turned into a long sigh. Unknowingly, he found that his face was already bursting with tears, and the beautiful figure of Ergani in front of him was a little hazy.

Kratos was melancholy on the faulted glacier for a long time.

Ergani never left or spoke, just waiting for him silently, her slender body like an illusory light and shadow.

finally…

In the end, Kratos finally expressed the deepest question in his heart.

This is a fierce man who can rival the Old Ones. After being tempered by life and death, Kratos's strength has become even stronger. But at this time, there was hesitation on his face, and his voice was trembling slightly.

"Goddess, I want to know the whereabouts of my mother..." Kratos asked in a low voice.

After saying this, Kratos felt a little regretful.

Sometimes no answer may be better than a bad outcome.

Moreover, from the memory fragments the goddess shared with him, we can see how intense the battle was.

Elgani and the Quetzalcoatls faced not only the separate Olympus pantheon, but also the alien evil god Loki, the released Titans and Giants, and the ancient and powerful King in Yellow Hass. tower…

On such a cruel battlefield, the goddess may not be able to remember her instructions.

However, Ergani's answer was beyond Kratos' expectations.

"I remember this."

Ergani's beautiful pupils revealed a light of gentle compassion, and she said calmly: "It's just that your mother is in a very bad condition. The curse left by Hera on her body has permanently changed her body and soul, even if I can't cure it either... Are you sure you want to see her?"

"I'm sure."

Kratos nodded heavily.

What he cared about most in his life was his mother, otherwise he would not have knelt down to a weak mortal king.

"Okay then, be mentally prepared."

Ergani seemed to sigh slightly, her clear voice a little unreal.

In the next moment, a bright aqua blue vase appeared in the hands of the goddess. Drops of clear water dripped from the mouth of the vase, and the golden silk threads on the vase flickered with light.

"This is!?"

The moment he saw the vase in Elgani's hand, Kratos was stunned. Then he seemed to realize something, and his expression suddenly became ferocious.

"Those guys! How dare you!" A dull roar came from Kratos's throat.

He clenched his fists tightly, the bones all over his body creaked, and his eyes almost burst from anger.

Kratos had already used the worst thoughts to speculate on his mother's situation, but he never expected that the methods of the gods on the Holy Mountain of Olympus were even worse than his most extreme imagination.

The azure blue vase in Ergani's hand was clearly his mother.

The vicious curse destroyed the mother's body and soul, turning a living being into an object.

From then on, immortality was no longer a blessing.

But eternal damnation.

"Her soul has been destroyed by divine magic. I can't restore your mother to her original state. I wanted to free her from the curse, but she always wanted to see you for the last time. I can only preserve part of her consciousness and fall into a long sleep, waiting for this day to come." Ergani sighed softly.

Although Kratos' mother is just a mortal, such deep and passionate maternal love seems to have touched Ergani a little.

Kratos took his mother from the goddess' arms with trembling hands.

In a trance, the figure with long golden hair and melancholy appeared in front of him again, and a familiar and warm feeling rippled in his chest but soon disappeared.

"Kratos... my pride..." It seemed as if there was a whisper in his ears, and a gentle palm stroked his face.

Kratos reached out and wanted to grab the illusory figure in his hand.

But he couldn't do anything.

"Ah! Hera! I want to kill you a thousand times!"

Cratos' eyes were filled with blood and tears. He roared heartbreakingly and threw the vase in his hand heavily to the ground, smashing it to pieces. A tortured soul was freed, but Kratos fell into unprecedented confusion and pain.

"Goddess, what should I do?"

Kratos stared blankly at Ergani, the goddess of wisdom in front of him.

When Kratos first saw Ergani in the palace, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. The same long golden hair, the same gray-blue pupils... Ergani's figure and the shadow in his memory seemed to slowly overlap everything, and Kratos finally understood where the familiarity came from.

"If you feel confused, go outside for a walk." Ergani said: "Knowledge and experience will find you a new direction. It just so happens that the door to the starry sky has been opened by the forerunners, and a new era is about to come."