Ten minutes ago, while Huai Shi and Haiglis were fighting each other.

The door of the heart of the perpetual freezing furnace was pushed open by the belated traveler. In the dark, the skeleton sleeping in the water tank seemed to have noticed it and moved gently in the divine wine.

But I am still immersed in the dreams of the past and never woke up.

Has anyone come?

I can't hear clearly, are they a passing guest?

Is he tired after a long journey? Maybe he should have been to entertain him for a break, but he is too sleepy and can't get up. Sorry, the food and water are all in the cabinet, please give yourself your own care.

In silence, Izzy took off the cigarette roll from the corner of her mouth and stared quietly at the sleeping skull in the water tank.

After a long time, I slowly knelt on the ground.

He lowered his head, as if facing the tall and powerful figure, and spoke respectfully: "Your Excellency, I come from the confrontation of the mountains and bring greetings from Moon Moon Moon Mamakiria."

Mamakiria?

I seem to have heard it somewhere? It is a familiar name, but I still can't remember it.

In the water tank, the skeleton's dark eye sockets were illuminated by the rising light outside the door.

A little uncomfortable.

I felt a little uneasy in my sleep.

Are you holding a banquet outside? Did my father and the others drink all night? Have you won again? Have you defeated the enemy again?

The light is too bright and too cruel.

Those feasts that are too indulgent, those cruel spoils, those honey wine with blood...

The skeleton is still immersed in the fragments of the dream.

The memories of the past seem to emerge again, but the distant outlines are too blurry to remember.

I only remember a burly figure sitting at the highest point, raising the wine glass of cow's horns, laughing loudly, and waving to him.

"My child."

The one-eyed man raised his arm and called proudly: "Come here! Come to my father!"

who is he?

Who am I...?

Can't remember.

After a brief wait, Izzy seemed to have finally plucked up his courage, raised his gaze, looked at the unresponsive skeleton in the water tank, and sighed helplessly.

Reach your hand into your arms.

"Please forgive me for offense."

He took out a small box from the inner bag on his chest, spread it out, and presented it to the skeleton.

In the box covered with brocade, there is a tender green branch. Under the precious preservation, it has not shriveled or withered, and it still has the bright color of the past, and the green leaves that are still exuding vitality.

It was a mistletoe that had never appeared above Helios!

In an instant, countless bubbles rose from the water tank.

A faint light appeared in the silent skeleton's eyes.

It seems that the long dream has finally ended.

He opened his eyes.

Finally recalling the past.

"Ah, so that's how it is?" The incomplete skeleton murmured softly, "I remembered..."

"So, am I not Purbulius?"

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"Enough! Enough! Don't get in the way!!!"

On the throne of the gods, Purbrus let out an angry roar, losing all his patience, and tyrannically exerting his own strength, causing Helios to tremble violently and the earth to roar.

Have enough.

This annoying obstacles and variables!

He raised his pupils, his cracked face was full of murderous intent, and looked at Huai Shi, who was stunned not far away, and wanted to completely eliminate all opponents who were blocking him!

No matter who it is, he cannot stop him from moving forward!

No matter who it is, he cannot change the results he gets!

So, Publius raised his right hand again, and between his empty five fingers, the alchemy that surpassed the Grand Master was once again displayed.

The endless high temperature gathered, forming a violent whirlpool.

The flame storm that was enough to destroy the entire city was compressed onto the palm of his hand, forming a wind tunnel as big as a table tennis ball, and even rapidly increasing its power.

Glow endless dazzling light!

"I am Prbulius!"

He held his right hand high and declared to the world: "I am immortal!"

"wrong……"

The skeleton in the water tank was murmuring dumbly.

"I am the god who exists in the world!"

Publius roared, cheering up his might, floating above Helios:

“——I am the Lord of the Sun, Apollo!”

"wrong……"

In the water tank, the skull was trembling violently, and in the dark eyes, there were continuous sparks flashing, just like those memories of returning.

"I'm not Purbrus, I'm not Apollo."

It whispered in chaos, tracing its origin: "I am...I am..."

At that moment, the last memory emerged from the rapidly repaired soul, which completely brought him the most important answer, the long-destined result.

"I am...Bader..."

He suddenly realized that he was swallowed by the sun wheel that fell from the sky.

He said:

“——I am, King of Light!”

So, at that moment, in the door opened by the heart of the perpetual freezing furnace, a brilliant sunshine burst out, shining all things.

The dark universe has brought immortal flames to light up.

Light comes!

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In the illusory temple, there was a sound of brokenness.

Zeus clenched his fists in a daze and crushed his wine glass, but then he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

He smiled and leaned back and forth, applauding the destiny of this destiny: "If you have something to gain, you will give up. So that's it, so that's it!!!"

What do you want to get.

You have to give up something.

This is the essence of alchemy.

If you want to gain the power and honor of the gods, you must abandon your body and body - for this reason, Publius will completely divide himself.

Blood, flesh, spirit, desire, and even...the bones that have lost their value!

So much so that he did not realize that his mysterious creation had been successful, and even before Huai Shi and his friends ascended to Helios, the real god had already arrived.

However, the one who was resurrected was not Apollo, who had long been annihilated.

The secret utensil that lost its target is still running, and eventually pointed to the only one in the same field that has not been contaminated by the rancher and still has the possibility of resurrection.

Before the power of the gods, the god's consciousness had descended and attached to the bones abandoned by Puruus.

But there was a confusion due to the nuances of the ritual, as if the head had hit the ground first when it came, and he could not even remember who he was. The consciousness of God and the incomplete memory of Puruus were mixed in the same place.

A brand new life was born.

A skeleton with the essence of God!
To be continued...