Long...

Boom——!

The door opened and closed, and a ray of sunlight briefly shone into the temple.

Most of the twelve tall statues were swept by the light, especially the God King in the center.

Kronos, the king of time and space, perhaps because he once conquered the sun, so in the arrangement of statues, Hyperion's position is implicitly paying homage to him.

Of course, there are people on Titan whose positions will never be exposed to sunlight, such as Koos, which is located in the corner.

He hid in the shadows, even standing far away from Phoebe.

It was as if they were not husband and wife, but strangers who had separated long ago.

"You are like this, and so am I."

"What do you think, Koeus?"

The Lord of the Nine Hells spoke softly, as if he was talking to someone.

However, no one responded to him and the temple was completely silent.

This is normal. Few people have come to this temple dedicated to the Titans since its inception.

Humans who know of their existence do not dare to offer sacrifices to them, and those who do not know of their existence do not know why they should offer sacrifices to them.

In the end, although it continues to exist, it does not change its desolation.

Asmodeus smiled and shook his head, not caring about the silent silence.

He just walked forward slowly and looked at the statue that belonged to his past.

The tall stone statue is rugged and wild, yet it truly depicts some of the spirit of the God-King.

After pondering for a moment, the Lord of the Nine Hells realized that in order to uncover the mystery behind this temple, he still needed a "certification", something that only Kronos could possess or know.

But just as he was ready, a familiar sharp aura suddenly came from the edge of the town.

"That's... that sickle."

He was surprised at first, then a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

As its first bearer, no one knows the Nameless Scythe better than Asmodeus.

Even though he had abandoned the past, if he wanted, he could always find this artifact and bring it back to hell.

But looking at its aura at this moment, the Lord of Nine Hells did nothing.

He just looked over there quietly, with only a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

"His Majesty."

After a while, Mephistopheles spoke softly and bowed slightly:

"If you don't want to retrieve the artifact yourself, I might be able to do it for you."

"In three days at most, I can make it appear in front of you."

The voice was calm, as if describing a very ordinary event.

Although in terms of pure strength, Hestia, holding the [Nameless Scythe], can easily hang him up and beat him with one hand.

But at this moment, neither the speaker nor the listener had any doubt about this matter.

With Mephisto's ability to deal with Hestia, he can definitely think of a hundred ways to save the country.

However, in front of him, Asmodeus shook his head slightly and rejected the proposal.

"No need, just leave it there."

"It's useless to me now."

"And if that day ever comes in the future...it can always be returned to my hands."

That day, naturally, refers to the day when Uranus wakes up.

If that time really comes and the other party can still recognize him, the Lord of the Nine Hells would not mind trying it himself to realize his former nightmare and the insurmountable peak in his eyes.

After all, for the holder of [patriarchy], the power of this sickle is unparalleled.

Even a creation artifact like the [Well of Samsara] pales in comparison.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

"Since you won't come to see me, let me come to see you."

Looking away, Asmodeus knew that the goddess who controlled the passage of time was in the valley thousands of miles away, where he could reach with just a step.

But he did nothing, just reached out and pressed the tall statue.

The next moment, a space-time fluctuation came from it, and the middle-aged man's figure disappeared immediately.

In this empty temple, Mephistopheles was the only one left.

"Huh...it's really complicated."

Feeling emotional, Mephistopheles couldn't quite understand Asmodeus' behavior.

After all, with such power, you can just do whatever you want. Why make it so complicated?

As the first generation of devils transformed from silver humans, Mephisto cannot empathize.

As for the emotions of most gods and humans in the world, he simply analyzed, exploited, and even laughed at their flaws from a rational perspective, but he had never experienced them himself.

In the past, he always thought that his king was like this.

As the creator of demons, he should be the same as them, or even more supreme and pure than them.

But now it seems that there was something wrong with my judgment.

"Tsk...wait—who's there?"

In an instant, in the center of the temple, the originally relaxed expression suddenly changed, and Mephistopheles felt as if facing a great enemy.

Vaguely, he seemed to sense that something had come into the temple, but he could not find any exact trace of it.

This kind of power...is it some special authority?

[Secret], [Space], [Shadow], or the mysterious and invisible [Fate] and [Time]?

Black fog filled the air, and the devil's innate power spread in the temple.

Mephisto pointed forward, trying to mobilize a hidden card he had.

No matter what it is, since I can still detect the other party's whereabouts, it proves that the power between the two parties is not as insurmountable as the gap between the true God and the great divine power.

With the preparations I have made over the years, I may be able to seize it.

But the next moment, before he could use his own methods, Mephisto suddenly stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, as if he had thought of something.

There was no rush to act, just observation.

He found that the intruder ignored him but did nothing either.

She seemed to have come just to take a look, or to search for the time that had long passed.

"..."

"Ahem... Maybe I saw it wrong just now."

After a moment of silence, Mephisto withdrew his hand.

After just a moment's thought, he quickly found the crux of the problem.

The reason why I saw it wrong was probably because my power was too weak, so I could even get such a small thing wrong.

How could this be allowed? When he returned to Hell, he would definitely find a way to mention this matter and let the Lord of the Nine Hells notice his weakness and the mistakes he had made.

In this way, perhaps I can share more of the dark power...

Well, think about the enormous power that has been continuously poured into the Nine Hells in recent days. Even if you know that there will probably be a share of your own power in it, if you can get more, who would refuse?

……

hum...

Time changes and space is twisted.

The moment he placed his right hand on the statue, Asmodeus sensed a familiar power.

That is the power of time and space, the power of Kronos, the former god of time and space.

It originated in the Second Age, when he was still the King of Gods and left behind some power when he went to the starry sky to visit Coeus in order to deal with the sun god Hyperion.

This power itself is not strong, it is more of a testimony, a token of trust.

But the only person who can control this power is the owner of this power itself, except for the God of the Lightless Celestial Body who has been living with it for no less than ten thousand years.

There is no doubt that this is a silent test, a key to verify a certain identity.

Whoever can unlock it, even if it is not Kronos himself, must be closely related to him.

"Very clever trick...you know where that is."

"So you guessed that I would go check and eventually find what you left behind."

"You are so roundabout, Koeus."

"No one will even remember you exist unless they have to."

His expression was indifferent, with no apparent changes.

In fact, it was just as the other party expected.

Asmodeus had discovered this temple long ago, after all, it was built near the valley where Rhea lived in seclusion.

The only ones who can do this are a few Titans of the same era.

As for the other primitive gods, they probably don't have time to build any temples for them.

However, the Lord of the Nine Hells at that time ignored it, because although he saw the purpose of Koos building this temple and knew what he wanted, he was unable to give these things at that time.

And for them, it is unlikely to get something for nothing.

So he just made a note of the incident and ignored it.

Time flies, years pass, and thousands of years have passed in a hurry.

Until recently, this situation has finally changed.

Asmodeus found what the other party wanted, and at the same time, he also needed Koos's existence.

The combination of these two factors led him to come here today to visit his former brother.

He believed that the other party would not let him down.

hum...

wow...

Light and shadow flickered, and when the Lord of the Nine Hells returned to the world again, what appeared before him were rows of ancient stone tablets.

In the distance, the sea beat against the shore and the storm raged and howled.

In the south, the vast Nisa Mountains stretch endlessly. The legendary goddess of fate lives on it, overlooking all living things in the north.

As his eyes slowly swept around, a hint of realization flashed in Asmodeus's eyes.

He remembered where he was. This was the extreme north of the earth, the coast next to the North Sea. It was also the place where the humans who followed Koos lived when the golden humans were created in the Second Age.

These rows of stone tablets are their tombs, and also the earliest traces of human civilization... Turning his eyes, as expected, the Lord of the Nine Hells found several more ancient and abandoned temples.

Here, the once golden humans built a palace for the God of the Lightless Celestial Body.

In addition to him, there were several other gods who were also active in the north of the earth at that time.

But with their death, all this returned to nothingness.

Shaking his head slightly, Asmodeus couldn't help but sigh at the other party's caution.

If he had not come here himself, he would know clearly who left those powers of time and space there. If it were other gods, even if he had the power of time or space, he could only come here under guidance, but he would not know what this guidance was for.

Obviously, Koos had gone to great lengths to prevent others from noticing his actions... But thinking about it carefully, the Lord of the Nine Hells could understand him.

The opponent's goal is very clear, which is to guard against Zeus, and perhaps a dark ruler as well.

Facing the possible threat from great divine power, one can never be too careful.

With a casual smile, Asmodeus looked around.

In the end, he did not enter the temple of Koos, but instead came to a very unfamiliar hall.

bang——

Pushing open the door, his eyes swept over the pictures painted on the stone door.

Above it, there is a scene of falling stars, and several giants are watching from the clouds.

Walking into the temple, the layout here is a bit strange, it doesn't seem to be built according to the specifications of a true god.

But on the main seat of the statue, there is a god known to everyone in the world.

Goddess of the magic network, Hecate!

"The last hurdle is that no one will remember that special past except us who were involved."

"Who would have thought that you didn't keep your attention in your own temple, but in someone else's temple?"

"But in fact, Hecate at that time never came to the north."

"She knows this is your place, so she has never come into contact with the golden humans here."

Asmodeus spoke slowly, his expression gradually becoming serious.

The reason why we have gone through so much trouble is, in the final analysis, because he is no longer Kronos.

If not for this, he could have just come directly to the door instead of playing some puzzle game here... But it's time to end it here.

"Coeus, why don't you come out to see me?"

"This time, it may be your only chance in this life."

The voice was calm, and Asmodeus looked towards a corner of the temple.

After a while, the shadow finally moved a bit.

"… Kronos, should I call you that, or are you just his ally?"

A steady and heavy voice came, without any condensed form, the thought of the God of the Lightless Celestial Body made a sound:

"In fact, I am still not sure of your identity until now."

"After all, the gods are immortal, and divine authority is eternal."

"And your changes...are beyond my imagination."

Yes, for Koos at this moment, even after going through many confirmations, it was hard for him to believe that the person in front of him was the one he was familiar with.

After all, for God, everything can change except the priesthood.

Even if the world is split up, it will only be a partial reduction, not a complete disappearance.