You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"I'm a believer."

"before that."

"I am alone."

"who am I?"

"Where am I from?"

"Where am I going?"

A large amount of noisy information poured into the minds of the angels, and they couldn't help but feel panicked. They had never encountered such a situation before, but the sound like the tide would not stop, but kept coming wave after wave.

Heaven was trembling, hell was in chaos, and the fallen angels were clamoring, saying that they wanted to annihilate all souls.

"These wicked abettors."

They cursed loudly.

The angels don't know why this time, the tried-and-tested method has gone wrong. In the past countless years, as long as disasters fell from the sky, the believers would rise up, and it seemed to be like this every time.

seem?

It's like, like, they're scattershot looking for records of the past, carefully comparing the changes in humans over the past 1000 years, which seem to have stagnated most of the time.

Why did Hui Zhang suddenly explode now?

What is the problem.

Their rule over mankind has always been perfect, and every place and every cause and effect can be traced.

Unless there is some miracle.

Miracles, however, are accidents.

How many coincidences are there for today's earth-shaking and crisis-heavy event to occur.

The angels whispered and flew around non-stop, holding various classics and records for analysis and debate.

"They're probably going to turn hell upside down soon," said Tartarus. "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Moros said quietly, the black-haired God of Destiny stood up, and saluted him respectfully, "You have always taken good care of me these days."

"You're starting to leave your last words now?" Tartarus said in surprise, "I think you've failed in your duty at best."

"That is to say, being dismissed from the priesthood and being evicted." Tartarus said, "If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood."

"I know what I did," said Moros softly, "and I know what I did when I ruled my fate."

"If you are killed, there is no problem." He said, his black eyes drooping, as if he was thinking about something.

"Just pretend you don't know, and let it go," Tartarus said.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the shoulder of the black-haired young man, and shook it vigorously, as if he felt that his brain was full of water, "You are one of the three pillars of immortality, don't make yourself almost dead Like."

"I chose it myself." Moros said softly, "This is the first time in my life I have chosen something."

His black eyes seemed to reflect the clear sky light.

"I know you have had a hard time in the past 1000 years, but you haven't hit your head." Tartarus said, "You are okay."

Of course Tartarus knew what Moros had done.

He covered up the actions of the heretics in hell. They dug out the ancient ruins and pushed them up to the ground so that the living could see that the world of stagnant water had a trace of inexplicable waves ever since.

But now, the waves have become monstrous waves that can even shake the world of the gods to the point of collapse.

A butterfly flapping its wings can also trigger a hurricane.

This is reasonable.

Reasonable size, Tartarus thought, that was a miracle of some invisible accident.

And there is only one god in this world who is so meticulous that he can cut every accidental cut.

Only One has such power, only One has such patience, only One has such tenderness.

That is the God of Destiny, the guy who is always silent and always working rigidly.

Moros, whose power is destiny, or rather, destiny.

Each golden thread has countless ways to grow hair, and he is responsible for cutting off the excess branches, leaving a thick trunk to merge into a river and flow forward. This is the most boring and hard work among all the gods.

And thus Moros was born.

He is different from other gods, most of the other gods are endowed with powers after birth, but he had this job first, and then created him.

The God of Destiny who is always stern, always single-minded, and never lies.

He has no friends, no activities, no words or expressions.

Since he was born, he has been peaceful like a deep pool that has not changed for thousands of years on the snow mountain.

When he was given life, Tartarus knew that when Moros was given life, Gaia and Chaos cut off most of his things, making him a child with few choices and no preferences.

He was an emotionally stable kid who always followed the rules.

The Lord undoubtedly knew this secret, so he let Moros continue to cut his fate with confidence.

Moreover, he expressed his complete sincerity to the Lord. When the Lord sent the Son to follow his lover, he even offered her blood to facilitate the Son's pursuit.

Tartarus was seriously surprised for a while.

But he was frivolous by nature, and soon forgot about it.

Everyone ignored what Moros was doing because even 100 years later it was hard to see anything.

Only Moros can do this, and only one million times of cuts can be exchanged for a possibility, a possibility that is barely visible, and only one of 100 million times of disappointment will fail.

Everyone's fate is carefully cut by him, and he accumulates it with countless boring and silent days for every possibility.

Tartarus knew that Moros might be the most unfree guy in the world, because his work was so complicated and boring, requiring a lot of time and patience, that he didn't even have the time to leave his room most of the time.

He is a prisoner in chains of duty in the Tower.

He should probably spend his whole life spinning and twisting threads in towers, machinery like a vassal of fate.

But he met someone when he was young.

"You understand," Moros said softly, "I like her."

Tartarus was silent for a moment.

He suddenly laughed.

"I know, I've always known," he said with a smile.

This guy's liking is just like himself, stable and boring.

"I used to be very curious that a guy like you would be liked by people." Tartarus said softly, "You are extremely boring. Compared with all the gods, you can say that you have no advantages at all."

"I don't even know how to give a girl a little flower."

"I did," Moros retorted.

"I used to think that girl was pretty and interesting, but maybe it's just that you were fresh and rebellious for a while, and in fact, she didn't feel worthy of you at all."

Tartarus covered his eyes, "I talked with Lord Chaos the day before yesterday, and I said that you are finally not attached to her, maybe you can get married and add a little fun to our place."

Moros listened in silence.

"I also feel that I am very different from her," Moros said softly.

But he likes her.

He likes it so much that in the countless working days, as long as he thinks of her, he will feel that he can persist. He will think of many things, remembering that when he was sitting under the tree eating apples, she stretched out her hand frankly and asked , "Can I have one?"

According to the Bible, if they eat the same apple, they will be the dearest accomplices from then on.

He actually didn't know why she came to him to play, was it because of boredom, or some kind of curiosity.

After all, I have no friends, and everyone doesn't understand me. If you look at how boring that guy is, it's really likely to be the reason.

She taught herself how to distinguish edible mushrooms, and told him that mushrooms can be preserved for a long time when dried, taught him how to raise grapes and goats, and how to make various things to eat.

"If one day I run away, you have to take care of yourself." The girl said with a smile, she bent her eyes, looking irresponsible and absent-minded.

"You don't want this expression, I'm running away, and you can't sit still." The girl said righteously, "You can even marry a beautiful goddess and have a few children."

"I can also help you think of a few names in advance to express my guilt and regret for this matter."

He covered her mouth with a smile.

"What do you think of me every day?" Moros said softly.

She is born with a broad mind, enough to accommodate countless worlds in this world.

However, he is narrow-minded and can only do one thing and remember one person in his life.

He was a bird in a cage, even a caged bird with its wings and desire to fly cut off.

Later he learned that there is a kind of freedom in the world that can only be born in prison, and there is a kind of love that can only be born in death.

Such was the story of Moros's life, a man who was nothing more than a lackluster man.

However, he also knew that he was not alone when he was doing this, because countless mortals were also helping him, and he would sometimes think of the man whose head was hung on a high pole.

Sometimes I think of the warriors who fought fiercely in their hometown, and sometimes I think of the poet who presented the laurels.

He sometimes feels a warm force holding his wrist, which is human desire.

The most burning, most instinctive desire.

Please cut that one.

Moros has always been a god without believers, but the girl said, you should be loved.

She is the most powerful prophet in this world, so what she said should be correct.

He suddenly felt a certain feeling of being loved.

No matter how long the night is, it seems to be bearable.

Even in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, it seems that you can continue to breathe.

This so-called, my way is not alone.

Tartarus let out a long sigh.

"I see." He said softly, "Actually, it's not a big deal now." The God of the Abyss showed a frivolous smile.

"You know, I'm an idiot. If I see who is going to win, I will support who." Tartarus played with his fingers. "Let me see."

"It looks like a miracle."

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