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"..." The smile on Yacintos' face froze slightly.

What's going on with this group of people, can't you hear the joke?

If it weren't for the hesitation on Athena's face that was too real, he would have wondered if the gods were making fun of him in turn.

Seeing Athena stretching out her hand tentatively, with the intention of dissecting the lightning pillar, Hyacinthus' face darkened: "Okay, that's not Zeus."

He reached out and slapped Athena's paw away: "This is a new thing I saw in Neleu's yard. I thought it was very interesting, so I brought it to Hephaestus."

The god of death didn't believe it, and for good reason: "Are you kidding, isn't Neliu a human being? How could there be such a thing that can emit lightning in his yard."

The gods nodded in approval.

"..." Jacintos rolled his eyes angrily, and threw the things that Neruto brought to Hephaestus, "The altar needs to be prepared, and we have to wait for a while. He asked me to bring these Brought to you, which records his accidental discovery while researching prosthetics."

He turned his head and clicked his tongue at Athena, who was still looking suspiciously at the lightning pillar: "Really. If it's really Zeus, I can't use him to blackmail your temple?"

"..." All the magicians were strangely persuaded, nodded one after another, and muttered in low voices, "This makes sense" and "Sounds quite believable".

Athena also looked relaxed, and then became nervous again: "How much did you hear what I said just now?"

"Not much, let's start with moving the bench." Yacintos gave the gods a pair of eyes again, crossed his arms, "How did you talk about this topic? I may not have heard everything."

"I asked Thanatos, Poseidon—oh!" Athena suddenly remembered, "Before I was patronizing self-certification, I haven't finished asking, how are you going to deal with Poseidon?"

"The Underworld doesn't have the habit of sending Hades to the bottom of the sea." Hades said lightly, "There won't be any in the future. After the reconstruction of the Underworld is completed, I will send him to Tartarus's men... to 'help'."

"..." The gods fell silent for a moment.

Everyone here is thorny, and few gods can make them fear.

Hades counts as one, the other two are the origin of the world, Chaos, the God of Chaos, and the other is the incarnation of the abyss, Tartarus.

The former sleeps in unknown place after the creation of the world, while the other guards in the depths of the underworld.

At this moment, under their feet, there are countless souls wailing in agony on the scorched earth of hell created by Tartarus, and the tears they shed gather into a crying river that surrounds the entire underworld.

In the abyss, there are still many gods of the previous generation imprisoned. Even if they are as powerful as the previous god kings, they have never been able to escape from the prison once.

Athena couldn't help but glanced at Hades.

What Hades said was not so much asking Poseidon to "help" Tartarus, but rather driving Poseidon into the abyss in disguise.

With the suppression of Tartarus, no matter how careful Poseidon is, he will never have the chance to see the sun again.

Athena paused for a moment, her pale complexion gradually eased from recalling the past, and then she showed an almost joyful smile with tears in it.

That's how it should be.

The villains who rape, rape, plunder and kill will fall into hell after death, but the gods rely on their longevity and power to act recklessly.

So is Poseidon, so is Zeus.

This humiliation and hatred is only remembered by the victim, which makes the victim's relatives feel heartbroken, but the perpetrator doesn't care, and pats the buttocks to start the next love affair.

"Then Harry Lotios—" Ares' eyes widened for a moment.

"Same." Hades understood the other party's psychology very well, and said briefly, "After the reconstruction of the underworld is completed, they will be transferred to the abyss. I will inform Tartarus in advance."

As for what to know... It is very simple to say, it is nothing more than the gods committing evil and committing the same crime as human beings.

None of them can escape the punishment they deserve.The tears of the river of lamentation should also have their share.

The room was quiet for a while, before Jacintos broke the somewhat oppressive atmosphere: "Where's Aphrodite? Didn't I send a message early to ask her to come and take Ares away?"

The gods who are still immersed in emotions: "..."

You still ask...!Aphrodite is so afraid of you that she would rather be a widow...!

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The misunderstanding of the lightning pillar was solved, and the gods left each other with thoughts about Athena's words. Hyacinthus also kindly took Akka away, and went to Styx to hear if there were any more bizarre stories during this period.

When they walked to the Styx River, they heard the troubadours shouting loudly: "Buy it and let it go! Buy it and let it go! Who will be the next god to fall for His Royal Highness?"

Hyacinthus: "...?"

It's time for Styx to rectify this trend. Is it okay to set up a bet in public?

Fortunately, the ferryman Charon was barely reliable, so he raised his pole to disperse the ghosts: "This is a ferry boat, not a casino."

Without waiting for Yacintos to be relieved, Charon said hoarsely: "Those who want to place a bet wait until the trial is over, and go to the tavern in Elysee's Spirit Land to gamble."

Hyacinthus: "...???"

Damn, there is still a fixed site here?

Hyacinthus snorted unhappily, and was about to step forward to beat the group of guys, when the ground under his feet suddenly shook.

"boom--"

The aftershocks continued, and the Styx became even more turbulent. Fortunately, Charon's boat hadn't left the shore yet. Hyacinthus and Aka hurried forward and tied the boat to the pier with Charon, so that the troubadour on top could not let go. they fall.

The ferryman cursed: "What's going on? Poseidon rebelled?"

Impossible, Poseidon's divinity is still firmly in the chest of Hyacinthus.

Hyacinthus looked in the direction of the sound source, and saw a flame in the distance: "—Hiss."

He suddenly thought of a possibility, could it be that Hephaestus tried Neliu's "worm repellent prescription"?

A pack of medicinal powder may not be a big deal, but in Vulcan's workshop, all kinds of furnaces and furnaces are constantly burning, and the volume is huge. If a chain reaction is formed, it will trigger a volcano connected to the inside of the workshop. ...

Jacintos wiped his face: "Go and see."

It doesn't matter whether you gamble or not. Yacintos pulled Aka and drove towards the Vulcan Workshop. Along the way, he met Brother Death with his feathers blown out. When he saw him, Thanatus yelled: "You He also said it wasn't Zeus! It must be Zeus, and it blew up our volcano!"

Yacinthos was speechless: "No, that should be another formula Neleu gave Hephaestus."

"Recipe??" Thanatos raised his eyebrows just like the previous Hyacinths. "You mean, there is a human who not only forged an instrument that can control lightning, but also made a volcano erupt with a prescription?"

It sounds ridiculous, but it is true.

Yacintos was too lazy to quarrel with Thanatos, and when he flew over the Vulcan workshop, he saw that the entire workshop had been blown up badly.

On the edge of the volcano, Athena and Ares knelt on the ground in shock. The divine power of Hephaestus enveloped the two gods who had lost their divine power, and the Vulcan himself jumped into the crater brazenly, gradually dispelling the surging magma. smoothen.

Hyacinthus landed in a hurry: "You didn't—no." He saw something in Ares' hands and couldn't help but touch his forehead. "In such a critical situation, you still remember to bring this stick?"

Ares scratched his head: "By the way... hey. It can be regarded as having experienced adventures with us this time, so let's keep it for the future?"

This is a dead thing, not a cat or dog, what is raising.

Hyacinthus was about to complain, when Hephaestus climbed out of the crater: "Zeus is all right—oh, fortunately, all is well. Neleu said in the letter that there may be a big mystery hidden in this pillar, maybe the prosthetics will have to Make it work."

"Aha! It really is Zeus!" The god of death pointed angrily, "You are also crazy, and you still want to raise Zeus? Could it be that fate has done something to you again?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

Tired, how can this misunderstanding continue to deepen?

Fortunately, Hephaestus explained this time: "No, it's not the real Zeus. Yassin was joking with us before? I think the name 'Zeus' is quite appropriate, so I plan to call it that in the future."

"Yes, our Zeus is not as cute as the one on the mountain? He can even touch his head." Ares stretched out his hand and scratched the ball emitting lightning from the top of the pillar.

Lightning seemed to be conscious. When Ares touched his hand, he immediately wrapped it around his fingertips reluctantly, looking cute and harmless.

...and honestly, kind of cool.

After all, thunder and lightning are the power of Zeus, and other gods can't understand it, but the feeling of lightning entanglement and following fingers gives Ares a pleasure as if he is riding thunder and lightning... Although this thing can't even kill a mosquito .

Athena sat on the ground and watched for a while: "...Give me a try."

Interesting, this, I haven't tried it before, can I still play like this?

Reaper: "??? Please look back at the workshop that is still burning - let me come next."

Hyacinthus: "..."

Aka: "..."

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Vulcan's workshop exploded and almost caused a volcanic eruption.

When this incident got out, people in the underworld quickly panicked. Everyone was worried about whether there would be any residual effects. What kind of dangerous artifact did Vulcan make to cause such serious consequences.

In contrast, the atmosphere inside the workshop is less enterprising and indulged in pleasure——

Hyacinthus heard that the workshop had been relocated, and when he visited the new workshop, he saw a bunch of gods gathering to play "Zeus".

Even Hades stood aside with arms folded, quietly watching the crowd take turns dancing on Zeus' bald head.

Cupid, who is a little more relaxed, is waving his fingers and playing with the lightning between his palms, while lowering his head slightly in a deep posture: "I am the lord of the gods, Zeus, the god of thunder—"

Hyacinthus: "..."

Aka, who was standing behind him, stared at Cupid for a long while, then moved his eyes away, with a slight embarrassment in his eyes.

"Cough." Jacintos cleared his throat, interrupting the atmosphere of indulging in fun, "You all have nothing to do?"

More than half of the people jumped up on the spot.

Cupid slipped the fastest, with the demeanor of his own mother who wanted to protect himself.The others also dispersed like birds and beasts from the Zeus Pillar, each with a straight face, as if they had regained the seriousness of their work.

Athena made great use of her super adaptability as the Goddess of Wisdom. At this time, she bravely stayed where she was, and said to Hyacinthos with a solemn face: "Do you know what these formulas and machines mean? ?”

Jacintos raised his eyebrows: "Gathering a crowd to be lazy?"

Athena almost didn't hold back her acting skills, and bit the bullet and finished the line she had planned long ago: "...means weapons, war. The stronger the weapon, the more powerful the weapon may not necessarily bring peace, but it may bring more blood."

Hyacinthus nodded: "Yes, I saw it. How long has Ares touched Zeus today? He is still bleeding from the nose."

Athena: "..."

Too capable of dismantling the stage, the aura that Athena held up suddenly disappeared.

She said aggrievedly: "I want to say that I don't want a war to happen because of this. Hephaestus and Neliu are researching prosthetics? I am willing to join them. I hope that what they research is used to heal injuries, isn't it? used to disrupt the peace."

Hyacinthus glanced at Athena, and wanted to say thank you, but he knew that the other party's initiative to show kindness clearly had other intentions.

According to the story that Athena told before, the request that the girl kept silent but frequently hinted at was that she hoped that Hyacinthus could help her get rid of Zeus and save her mother.

Emotionally speaking, Hyacinthus also hopes that Zeus can get out and be with Poseidon, but objectively speaking, he has not yet figured out how to control the golden thread, and he cannot guarantee Athena.

The more sensible way is that as long as the other party does not come to the door, it is best to avoid the edge for the time being and try to understand how to manipulate the golden thread...

Jacintos couldn't help but laugh a little.

He was actually seriously thinking about how to overthrow Zeus and kill Destiny. Obviously, at the beginning, his only request was to defeat the God of West Wind and protect himself.

But then again... Hyacinthus stroked his chin and asked Athena, "Are you familiar with Zephyrus, God of the West Wind?"

For such a long time in the past, he met gods one after another, and he really forgot about Zephyrus.

It's strange to say that, according to Zephyros' vengeful character, he hasn't shown up until now.Could it be that after hearing about his relationship with Hades, he rationally chose to protect himself?

"The God of Zephyr?" Athena repeated in confusion, frowning disapprovingly, "I don't know him well. All I know is that he once robbed Cloris."

She didn't really want to discuss these unpleasant people, and she happened to turn her face to see Ares carrying a big shelf into the door: "What is this?"

Yacintos followed the trend and turned around, and saw Aka holding the edge of the iron frame. Although his expression was still calm, there was a bit of joy on his slightly relaxed lips: "Reincarnation Gate."

——This is not a bit happy, A-Ka would take the initiative to talk to other people, and his tone was quite peaceful. It could be seen that A-Ka was very happy because of this iron frame.

Ares lifted the shelf proudly, with one hand on his hips: "I saw this on Hephaestus's workbench. I don't understand what you are discussing, but I still know how to forge irons." -"

"Strike the iron??" Hephaestus's tone was the same as when he caught the traitor back then, his brows were raised high, and his face was so unbelievable that he seemed to have been humiliated for his faith, "Yes??"

How beautiful is the reincarnation gate he drew on the blueprint, this damn thing looks like a vine climbing frame, can this fucking be called "knowing how to forge iron"?

Aka was in such a good mood that he even tried to persuade him to fight: "The point is not the appearance, but the effect."

Ares obviously worked hard on the reincarnation gate. Although he failed to restore the beauty of the design, he diligently completed all the functional structures that Hephaestus dismantled and carefully marked on the drawings. restored.

Hephaestus snorted reluctantly, and just about to hold back, Ares kicked the steps that Akka gave him: "Why is appearance not important anymore?"

The tough guy is confident: "This black iron, straight lines, what's more, smooth! Heroic! Simple is beautiful, what decoration is needed? The most important thing is that the existing design cannot achieve reincarnation?"

After working in the workshop for such a long time, Ares can still see the way from the drawings. Regardless of whether Hephaestus is satisfied or not, he is satisfied anyway: "I will install it in the Elysering The most beautiful valley in the land, if reincarnation can be realized in the future, I hope that the dead souls can start their new lives in the most perfect place."

The gods who were still pretending to be sitting and doing their own business suddenly looked over, and Brother Death followed closely: "Wait a minute, let Hephaestus decorate... At least let us go with you to choose a location."

As far as the aesthetics of Ares are concerned, they are very scared. Don’t choose a swamp or miasma at that time?Thinking about it carefully is also in line with the aesthetics of God of War. The former is full of the stimulation of death, while the latter is full of the miasma of hazy beauty.

Yacintos couldn't help laughing, and glanced at Aka's expression, thinking that it was rare for the other party to care about it, so he had to follow him for a snack: "I also—"

He originally wanted to say that I would follow, but in the middle of speaking, a certain opening in his chest suddenly loosened.

The godhead belonging to the sea god overflowed with a bit of divine power, as if he was drunk, he stumbled out, sometimes sank down, and sometimes rose upward as if being pulled by an invisible force.

After several struggles, the divine power finally succumbed, suddenly lifted up, leaped out of the gate of the underworld, crossed the high mountain Daiyue, plunged into the sea, wrapped in fragments of the godhead, and flew into the Sea God Temple. Amphitrite, who was handling affairs as usual chest.

At first, this conscientious sea queen didn't realize it. She was reviewing the official document, and only raised her hand to caress her chest casually. After writing a few words, the tip of the pen suddenly stopped.

The pure, unadulterated godhood of fate, prying and manipulating, stayed safely in her chest, and the ocean-like vast and soft divine power slowly spread, driving away the fatigue caused by her spinning around behind the desk, and also dispelling the exhaustion that enveloped her. Fog in the mind.

The unwillingness in the past, the struggle in the past, the step-by-step secret insertion of chess pieces, and the exhaustion of every night, all returned to Amphitrite's mind.

Unable to control herself, she stood up suddenly, knocked over the long table in front of her with uncontrollable force, and glanced at the guard standing at the door.

They had pledged allegiance to her, they were not fair for her, and they had accepted orders in confusion, stationed by Poseidon's side for a hundred years.

They were waiting for a dutiful king, for a protective umbrella that had promised to keep their wives and children from being at risk, but it has not been opened as promised.

But she forgot it completely, completely. Even though Poseidon had been trapped in the underworld and could not come back, she still stayed in her position behind the sea dully, never moving a step.

Outside the Sea God Temple, the luminous pearl simulating the sun and moon slowly goes out and then lights up again, symbolizing the change of day and night, the rising sun on the sea, and the arrival of a new morning.

The leader of the guard came to her side with steady steps, raised the table suspiciously, and lit up the night pearl beside the table for her every morning in the past hundred years: "Your Highness Amphitrite, there is rain in the west today, do you want to Don't want to travel? We can hold an umbrella for you."

When there is no loss of memory, she responds tirelessly: not yet.

We need to be more prepared.

Prepare to go to all the places where Poseidon's power spreads throughout the ocean, there will be her army.

Prepare until the moment the uprising starts, all the despicable people who cause trouble and do evil in the name of Poseidon will be trampled into the mud immediately, and they will never recover.

Prepare enough to build an airtight "curtain" over the entire ocean, so that no news of the shocking changes in the sea area can be revealed to Zeus or other gods.

Such conversations will happen on time every morning until returning from the island.

She forgot all her plans and promises, and was confused by the greeting from the chief guard:

"What? Why am I traveling? There are still many things in the main hall that I need to deal with."

"...Well, I know it's raining again today. When will the world stop raining? Don't tell me next time."

"You just don't know how to give up, do you? All right, but be careful, Poseidon won't like his captain of guards coming to greet me every day."

But it's okay.

It doesn't matter.

Even if she forgot her purpose of overthrowing Poseidon, even if she forgot her promise to the chief of the guard, she still instinctively seized every share of power and planned every inch of sea area under her own hands in the past hundred years .

In the center of the main hall, the chart was lit up a little bit by her sleepwalking every night, and then a little bit brighter.Gradually connecting into a line, converging into a piece, covering the entire blue sphere.

Just waiting for the umbrella to open.

"?" The chief guard at the side took care of the scattered documents, but did not hear Haihou's response, "What's wrong with you?"

Amphitrite lightly touched the chart that she placed in the main hall with her own hands many years ago.

The azure light flickered, and suddenly shone brightly: "The umbrella is ready. How about you? Are you ready to travel with me?"

"..." The guards at the door all cast their gazes.

After a moment of silence.

The resounding response echoed in the azure main hall: "——Always be prepared!"