Half an hour ago, on the other side of Helios, an ethereal tower made of intertwined light and a blood-colored bone tower were facing each other from a distance.
It was just like a battle between gods and demons.
The sloppy man leaned back in his chair and drank wine. As one of the splits of Pubrus, he represented the existence of the grand master's soul.
Opposite him was Hades, who looked calm.
They were not at daggers drawn.
There was no killing intent between them.
"That was fast, Hades. Looks like those third-rate alchemists aren't useless after all."
The drinking alchemist commented on his former colleagues. He looked down on them, but there was no mockery or arrogance in his words.
He was just telling the truth calmly.
Even the translucent souls beside Hades did not object.
Those who played with words were destined to miss the true essence of alchemy. Alchemists who had reached this level knew where their limits were.
For the grand master, they were no different from trash.
There was no reason for him to be angry just because he told the truth.
They were already dead.
With their abilities and wisdom, this was the limit they could reach. With the support of Hades' temple, they managed to interfere with the operation of the [Showdown of the Gods] with great difficulty, barely bringing forward the duel between Hades and Pubrus by ten rounds.
And this was with Pubrus' cooperation.
"Be patient, Pubrus," Hades said. "If you want to succeed, you need some time."
As he spoke, the door under the tower opened with a bang.
Amid the gushing blood, a figure covered in luxurious golden ornaments slowly walked out. There were two curved scythes at his waist, and his scarlet eyes glanced at his opponent.
On the other side of the battlefield, there was a silent, burly giant.
Hercules.
The sound of metal clashing suddenly burst out. Sparks jumped out from the void, and the high-pitched screeching sound of metal instantly spread out.
Gala had unsheathed a scythe at some point, but Hercules still did not move. He just silently looked at his opponent who was provoking him.
Silently, a gap appeared on the scythe, and Gala's eyes turned gloomy.
He put away his weapon.
He just spat unhappily, "A second-rate product made by God, really useless."
He didn't know if he was talking about his weapon or his opponent.
Even though he had received Hades's warning in advance, he still ignored the taboo and provoked the enemy. In the end, he returned empty-handed, which made the Death Follower who was intoxicated in slaughter and blood extremely unhappy.
He couldn't fight to his heart's content.
It was not satisfying at all.
Alchemists, heh …
In silence, he slowly moved aside, revealing the darkness behind him.
In that darkness, under the protection of countless monsters, a girl with a black veil stood silently, silently waiting.
Jia Luo crooked his finger, indicating for the puppet to come forward. Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.
He pushed her to the center of the arena.
"Hurry up," Gala urged impatiently.
Hercules raised his head and looked up. After getting a signal from Pubrus, he got up from the ground, slowly took off his weapon and shield, and threw them on the ground.
Only a black box was left behind.
Step by step, he walked forward.
The strange aura hidden in the box was so strong.
Even if it only existed, it caused the surrounding scene to distort. The darkness wriggled and coiled around the box, turning into a layer of fog that drifted with the wind.
Illusory laughter and crying came from the dark fog.
It was filled with the aura of all disasters and chaos in the world.
The corner of Gala's eyes twitched, as if she recognized what it was. She unhappily took a step back, then another step back. She pinched her nose, unable to bear the "stench" left behind by the Gods.
Just like that, Hercules stepped forward and put the small box into Pandora's hand.
In an instant, all the strange phenomena disappeared.
It was as if everything just now was an illusion and had never existed.
But the girl holding the box clearly became more lively, as if she had a trace of life.
She was just an android created by Alchemists, an empty shell with the mark of God. But at this moment, when the eyes under the black veil moved, they glowed with an incredible spirit.
It was so tempting.
"Open it, [Pandora]."
Hades lowered his eyes, and a fanatical light appeared in his eyes. "I offer this unique sacrifice to the Gods who are paying attention to this place."
He said, "This is your fate …"
At that moment, under the command and control of Alchemy, the two completely different marks of God created by Grand Master Publius and Chief Hades of Helios merged into one!
The humanoid relic named Pandora and the box named Disaster merged into one, forming a terrifying tide that reversed the general trend and subverted all the rules.
Under the veil, there was suddenly an ear-piercing shriek.
It was like a child who had died prematurely and a woman who was about to give birth. It contained pain and despair, as if it was real, and it ravaged every inch of the eardrum. It made Hercules step back, unable to resist the strong soul poison in the voice!
It was a poison called "Hope"!
At this moment, two lines of blood and tears snaked down from Pandora's eyes, and in her hands, the dark box cracked inch by inch.
The taboo sealed in the darkness gushed out.
It was not Disaster, nor was it terror, but a pure golden light.
It was so bright and so glorious, as if it was the epitome of all the beauty in the world, and it made people yearn for it. Just looking at it made people want to rush forward regardless of their own safety, and it was difficult to restrain their greed.
They wanted to get it, they wanted to get it.
It was an apple that looked like it was carved out of gold!
At this moment, along with Pandora's movements, terrifying flames rose from her body, incinerating every inch of her body and flesh. However, she seemed to be unable to feel any pain.
Behind the burning black veil, there was the first smile since she was born.
It was so happy, but also so vicious.
Vengeance against the high and mighty Paragons!
She finally spoke, and her soft voice echoed above Helios, resounding in every inch of space, and echoed in every temple, replaying the prelude that had once caused the turmoil of the Gods!
"With this humble offering, to the most beautiful Goddess …"
At that moment, Pandora was completely burned out.
Instead, the terrifying light emitted by the Golden Apple soared into the sky, tearing apart all the mystic instruments, and shrouding the entire Helios.
What was triggered was a riot that completely overturned the Showdown of the Gods!
The love and hatred between the Gods were replayed once again.
Countless high walls of fog dissipated, and the bells in all the temples rang again. The symbols of the Gods, who were originally harmonious on Olympus, suddenly became alienated and cold at this moment.
The balance was broken.
Under the curse of the Gods!
Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Persephone, Hecate … even the Three Graces, the Nine Muses, and all the Goddesses of Olympus were instinctively rioting under the temptation of the Golden Apple.
They attacked each other, repelled each other, racked their brains, just to monopolize the meaningless bright light.
This was a disaster that existed in history and was even predestined, the fuse that triggered a huge war that swept across the entire Mediterranean world.
After a hundred years, it was replayed in the vast space!
After a long period of planning and brewing, the Grand Master Publius finally launched a counterattack against the invaders. In an instant, the Showdown of the Gods collapsed without any attack!
"Then, let us challenge the Gods again …"
In the tower of light, the prototype of God, who was operating in the fierce light, looked up and whispered, "Just like a hundred years ago … Just like two hundred years ago!"
After experiencing countless failures and setbacks, after enduring a long period of imprisonment and torture, after suffering endless humiliation and disgrace, he once again launched an attack towards an unattainable realm!
This was the destiny and dream passed down by countless alchemists for hundreds of years.
"One day, I will master the truth and surpass the Gods …"
At this moment, along with his words, the blood-red hand tore apart the mystic instruments of the Showdown of the Gods and stretched out its palm toward the sun in the sky.
And all the showdowns stopped.
The participants looked at each other blankly, not knowing what had happened. They only saw the blood-red meandering in the field and converging toward the giant tower of light.
Among them was Huai Shi, who had unknowingly returned to his human form.
"Oh my god, Tongi, come out and see the Gods!"
But Tongi did not go to see them.
Unknowingly, she had disappeared without a trace.
It was as if she had fallen into another sudden dream.
She did not resist. Instead, she obeyed the call of that will, passing through the ancient times and arriving at the dazzling palace.
When she raised her eyes again, she was already sitting in the center of the long table. She was like an uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared at a joyous banquet, causing the original laughter and happiness to disappear without a trace.
"Oh my, how have you been, everyone?"
Tongi looked up and looked at the blurry figures around her. Finally, she looked at the clearest old man at the head of the table and smiled. "How have you all been?"
At this moment, the burly old man with white hair and beard held a wine cup, raised his head nonchalantly, and drank it in one gulp.
"They are all obsolete goods who have been dead for god knows how many years. What's good or bad about them?"
The remnant that was once known as Zeus calmly put down the wine glass. "Instead, it's more complicated to see the enemy of the past dancing in front of our graves."
"Really, they are all dead. Why can't you be more generous?" Tongi waved her hand indifferently and looked around. "Aren't you going to give me a cup? You are so cold. "
"This is the banquet of Olympus. Outsiders are not welcome."
"It's okay. I brought my own."
Tongi turned her hand, and a teacup with a pink pig's head printed on it appeared. She shook it proudly. "My contractor bought it for me. Are you jealous?"
In an instant, the blurry figures around her looked at her strangely.
It was as if they had seen a ghost.
Contractor?
You?
Are you serious?
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