The atmosphere was so weird in an instant.

The look in his eyes was like seeing a heinous serial murderer returning home and gently going to cook dinner for a kitten.

Still holding the kitten cat and nyanya barking with it.

Even though it is the remnants of the past, the only remaining reflections of the gods, today, those vague outlines still show uncontrollable consternation and confusion.

It's a **** of a life.

But Tong Ji didn't care about those gazes, she just removed the can of Happy Water, poured it in, and put a straw in again.

After a couple of happily slurped mouthfuls, he said yes.

"Then, let's get back to the subject--"

She said, "Everyone has been dead for so many years, do you still want to be my stumbling block?"

Having said this, she showed a kind smile: "Although as a beautiful and kind big sister, I love peace most, I really don't want to do anything to the ashes of acquaintances.

But if you have to give me face, I have no other way besides raising you. "

The joyous atmosphere disappeared without a trace, replaced by a raging hostility.

The killing intents of the gods are intertwined with each other, making the sweet wine bitter.

There are no bubbles in the happy water, and it becomes a greasy syrup.

Until the top of the banquet, a deep voice sounded.

"You today? Forget it."

Zeus poured out the wine and said, "What else can you get from the fight between the phantom and the phantom besides being broken? We are not going to stop you."

"But you stopped it, didn't you? The rules of [Before God Showdown] were changed by you."

Tongji reminded her expressionlessly: "You guys, you have chosen to stand on the opposite side of me...just like before.

Even after so many years, you guys who are dead can still have this big dream here are thanks to me, but in the end you choose to avenge your grievances and add obstacles to others? Are you human? "

"It's not the first time Olympus avenge revenge. Isn't this rare? Besides, we are gods. Is it a bit too harsh to demand us with humanity?

If I remember correctly-the relationship between us has never been friendly, no, it should be said that it is a deep hatred like a sea. "

Zeus made no secret of his actions, but calmly told her: "Since this is the front of the gods, then the confrontation in front of the gods must be fair.

We just fulfilled our responsibilities. Instead, you stood side by side with your patrons, didn't you? "

Tong Ji's expression suddenly became serious, and she raised a finger.

"Correct a little, it is a ‘contractor’, not a ‘favorite’."

"What's the difference?" Zeus puzzled.

"Of course there is, don't you want to be like everyone else?

You Olympus group of promiscuity change wives to be like otaku changing paper people, you want to **** it when you see a heifer with a handsome face, but everybody who meets a good-looking little boy wants it. Take care...We Dongxia are very serious and serious. "

Having said this, the corner of her mouth sneered: "Besides, don't think I didn't see it. You guys from Olympus are all trash guys. After all, you just want to watch'Troy' again, right? ! Dead, why do you still like to make troubles so much?"

Zeus shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He didn't feel the guilty conscience of being said to be careful. Instead, he justified and said: "Don't you want it?"

He paused, and his smile became more and more weird: "Or, as a goddess, don't you care who the golden apple flower is?"

"Are you interested in the boring results that are already destined?"

Tong Ji raised her finger and pulled a strand of brocade-like black hair to her shoulders, and calmly said, "Isn't something like golden apples supposed to belong to a good woman like me?"

After she finished speaking, she paused and looked around: "There shouldn't be any Xiao Biao who likes messing around with me? No? No? No?

Sister Ya is so stressed, let Sister Ya take it first? "

"..."

After saying a word, half of those silhouettes cast hostile and hateful gazes from those vague outlines, and they couldn't restrain themselves.

Those distant sounds are full of anger, but it is difficult to pass through the long time to arrive here.

Dreams that are too thin have no way to carry more.

Moreover, the divinities they retain are few and far between, and they can’t even show their true colors. Only the previous instincts remain, no different from the clay sculptures in the temple.

Only Zeus, the king of the gods, as a symbol of Olympus, can temporarily get rid of the state of annihilation and come here with a clear posture.

It is conceivable how complicated he felt when he saw his former opponents jumping alive and dancing at his own grave.

And Tong Ji, as a wicked guest, took the fruit plate on the table and ate it after drinking her wine in a small cup.

Mouth happily.

I also sigh, this is the taste, authentic!

"Ah, yes, a family has to be neat and tidy."

She threw grapes in her mouth, looked at the only empty seat at the banquet, "Why are so many people here, but Apollo is not here?"

"Didn't he die long ago?"

Zeus drank the wine and said calmly: "I was killed by your own hands."

"Hey, it's all from the past. When we were young, everyone was ignorant and it was normal to make mistakes. At that time, they were still young and still a child.

You see I have let go, why can't you let go? "

Such unscrupulous provocations against the gods once did not worry that they would attack themselves desperately under their anger.

Tong Ji tilted her head, spit out the grape seeds in her mouth, and said casually:

"Speaking of which, you should thank me instead..."

The corners of her mouth curled up, and she did not conceal her mockery: "I let him avoid the'great benefactor' who ended up like you."

The cold winter wind, the icy moonlight as sharp as an arrow, the roar of the God of War, and the hostility of the Judge...

At that moment, under this humiliation, the projection of the Olympus gods appeared fiery scarlet.

A ray of furious thunder appeared in Zeus's eyes.

"Do you want to go to war?"

The former **** king said coldly: "You came to Helios without our permission. Now, we have entertained you and invited you to the banquet, and all you have brought is ridicule and humiliation.

Our remaining bones have not decayed to the point of unbearable trend, if you want to go to war, you can just say it. "

"No, isn't this because you are insulting yourself?"

Tong Ji held her cup indifferently, "You destroyed everything you created with your own hands, because your greed has fallen to this level.

Don't you allow me, the one who cleans up his hands, to complain?

Why do you think you can still keep your temple now? Why can you still be here? Zeus, if it weren't for Helios, you thought I would waste time talking to you? "

Tong Ji raised her eyes and calmly told all the gods here: "You are responsible for your fate. From the time you wanted to abandon this world in order to get rid of your destiny, you have been destined for this result. "

"The King of the White Crown has already seen the risks of this set. He reminded you, but no one listened. He could only fly far away and cut his relationship with you. As a result, you were implicated in it, and the night was not guaranteed."

She said, "This is what is called-'self-employed'!"

Not only the Olympus gods here, from Rome to Egypt, from America to Eastern Xia, in her opinion, the gods who have fallen, without exception, will be blamed on their own.

This is the consequence of hope in hell.

——Is it wrong to seek the future in the abyss?

This is what Tong Ji never said to Huai Shi-the second half of the so-called "social history" about the gods, the inducement for the fall of the gods hundreds of years ago.

The divinity born from the pillar of the gods has abandoned the destiny, but the gods ascended from the present state have abandoned their duties.

Not reconciled to a life span of a thousand years, not reconciled to the control of destiny.

The endless greed in this human nature has become the driving force for countless explorations...

Through blood, through care, through gifts, through commands and punishments, I want to break free from the shackles.

Therefore, there will be many demigods, and the power of miracles will be passed on to the hands of mortals. And because of this, the existence of the pedigree is formed, competing with each other, fighting and changing with each other.

Rome, Eastern Summer, Egypt, Tianzhu, America...

The war spread and swept through every inch of the current land. The floods and disasters caused have brought the entire world to the brink of destruction several times.

All the hard work put in is nothing but a drop in the bucket.

Until half of the gods fell because of this, the remaining survivors learned from the pain and tried to find a second way beyond the dispute.

Since the war cannot achieve its goal.

Then the only way left is ‘union’.

The first thing to change was the Pantheon. The three thunder fathers of Rome, Greece and Northern Europe took the lead in concluding a covenant. Since the existence of the gods is to share the destiny, why not simply unite more?

The same is to obtain more correction values, why not just be a little bit more neat and enrich the destiny with the same existence?

Whether it is thunder, sun or moon, wine, art, punishment, guard, war, benevolence, fertility, curse, hunting, planting...

All come together as one.

It's almost like ordinary people raising funds to buy shares. Several ‘enterprises’ are united in one place to form a genuine monopoly!

Long before the term "syndicate" was born in economics, its substance had already emerged from the hands of the gods. Collecting all authority as a means of production, using divine grace and divine power as property, and granting non-existent ‘legal persons’, thus creating ‘idols’ that never existed in the world.

A so-called omnipotent ‘public account’, and its owners ‘angels’.

The lineage of the Holy Spirit is born from this!

It was an unprecedented gambling, and then achieved unprecedented success!

More and more gods joined in, abandoned the war, and chose a win-win situation. There are even people who have done something to learn and start anew...

After the first person ate the crab, all kinds of new ideas emerged in an endless stream.

The gods hidden behind the scenes, like shareholders in the board of directors, have received a steady stream of correction value dividends, and have obtained vital freedom.

It was a golden age that was so beautiful as the kingdom of heaven.

The whole world is developing rapidly, and the entire present realm is growing at a high speed, just like Eden, which does not exist, with milk and honey in the river, figs on the trees, and the water as sweet as wine.

Even if someone sees the hidden dangers, no one cares.

Even if it was the actual executive, the selected CEO, the vice-prince of Heaven warned the shareholders meeting, but the obsessive and profitable gods still didn't care.

Even though this fascinating beauty is rooted in hell, even though the age of flowers and brocades before us is overdrawing the present life.

The law of conservation of miracles was left behind.

No one cares how tragic **** will be created in the abyss by such a huge miracle. And the empty shell of omniscience and omnipotence will form what a huge reflection and what kind of root seedlings will be planted.

It's as if before the subprime mortgage crisis, every investor would ignore the rumors that were catching the eye.

The risk is controllable.

Everyone says so.

But no one cares about the unknown risks.

Until one day, the disaster came without warning.

After a long period of incubation, the evil fruit finally sprouted from hell-overnight, an unprecedented storm spread quickly and spread to everyone involved, even the innocent who did not participate.

Only a few lucky ones can survive due to sleep, suspended animation and blessing, or replacement and rescue at the last moment.

The ending recorded in the book of Revelation has arrived.

It is called the end of ‘Apocalypse’.

Solidification, fall, dusk, and five decays of heaven and human beings. Whatever you call it, it really matters, and it's no different from ‘death’.

Under the terrifying gravity from the abyss, decay and collapse spread rapidly.

Returning the destiny to the present realm, leaving the authority in the world, and throwing the miracle into the world, after losing everything, the dead gods fell from the heaven, passed through the present realm, and fell into the abyss.

A magnificent despair called the Fountain of Backlight was formed~lightnovelpub.net~ In the deepest part of hell, the last remaining divinities ushered in the final distortion and solidification, conforming to the gravitational force of the abyss, and gathered into one body.

Thus, the reflection that corresponds to the existence of omniscience and omnipotence, the only true **** and supreme lord remaining in this world, is finally born from the deepest hell.

With the loud noise of the collapse of the present situation as the first cry, the element of destruction known as the "rancher" opened his eyes.

Look at the world that belongs to me.

For the first time in my life, I felt the so-called ‘hunger’!

To this day, the thing that is most qualified to call itself a **** in the whole world is still continuing that ugly state of unbearable purpose, constantly devouring it.

The disasters and poisoning caused are all proofs of this sin.

"Don't you ever regret it?"

Tong Ji looked at the gloomy faces, curiously exploring Ke, "Don't you ever feel ashamed of it?"

In the silence, Zeus suddenly laughed softly, so mocking.

The old **** king raised his head and drank the cursed wine in his cup, and said nonchalantly, "Is there any difference between you and us?"

Or, do you want me to remind you, ‘the One’?

Even if you can know in advance that your success is only that moment, everything you do will cause people to betray your relatives, would you stop what you did?

If the ‘union’ is our sin, then the war before the union was caused by you, isn’t it? "

"Who said no?"

Tong Ji calmly responded, lowered her head, looked at the pink porcelain cup in her hand, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps, this is the price I paid."

In the silence, no one spoke.

In the face of ignorance, the gods themselves are silent.