People are in the moon, The Sims - #137 - Chapter 137

I really don’t know, if Ion knew what these guys were thinking, would he feel a little speechless?

But just after the artillery fire directly hit the defense of the three goddesses, the goddesses instantly found that their magic power was frozen at this moment. Not only that, the power of ice was still spreading into their bodies. Although they thought To act, but it seems that thoughts are also slowing down at this moment.

This is based on the memories and records in his mind, Ion simulated the power released by the original pair of ice swords. Now that he is the god of ice and snow, of course he can reproduce the power of an artifact, and can directly control the power of time. Freezing time or pausing time is not impossible.

The main reason is that now is still an era with abundant mysteries. Ion can also freeze time on a small scale now, but if he really wants to affect a large area and the world, the current party can’t do it before he masters the godhead. It certainly can’t be done.

The feeling of the three goddesses this season is that they have just come into contact with the power of ice and have lost their consciousness.

Ion withdrew his body after turning the area completely into a world of ice and snow with one shot, then fell to the ground. He raised his hand while looking at the three goddesses who were completely sealed by ice and snow in front of him. , these ice and snow are full of their own winter power, and now the power of winter has suppressed the three seasons in front of them.

Then, under the pull of this winter power, pink, red and orange light groups slowly floated out from the bodies of these three goddesses, and then were completely swallowed up by a touch of ice blue, because they were fused with the godhead. With his talents, these powers began to merge rapidly, and it would take some time to completely evolve into a brand new godhead.

Well, this time the purpose was achieved.

Ion glanced in the direction of Mount Olympus. Zeus must not be in a good mood at the moment. It was not the moment of the final battle yet. In this case, it would be better for him to return to the north first.

Waiting for the blizzard here to disperse, Zeus glanced at the three seasonal goddesses who were still in the ice, and withdrew his gaze. Now these three goddesses were useless.

Then Zeus glanced at Persephone, who had been rescued by him, and the pressure of the thunder directly pressed on the seed goddess.

“Persephone, you’d better understand why I saved you this time. You are a smart child. You should understand what you should do in the future?”

The Seed Goddess who had just recovered clenched her fists, and then nodded. Now he did not have the strength to challenge the Lord God, and was even almost killed by the gods in the north. The silence now does not mean that she gave up, and she was filled with hatred. The wine will also become stronger and stronger.

Chapter 482: A hundred years of time

Ion is not that concerned about how Olympus develops. After all, it is the most important thing for Ion now that the four minor gods are completely unified and condensed into the god of the seasons. After taking it into your hands, the divine thrones of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter can also be divided and handed over to your own clones.

According to the power of the reincarnation of the four seasons, Ion has indeed touched the edge of time. It is not difficult to hold the power of time in my hands now that I am born in Kronos. It is nothing more than the power of my own god. Later, it’s just a matter of taking the name of Cronos, not to mention that his goal is to return to the original. If he succeeds, his name will represent the original.

Then the different divine names possessed by other priests are just part of themselves.

It is precisely because of this that the rare northern land has basically fallen into silence for many years. On the one hand, it is because the gods in the north will not mainly spread their own beliefs. On the other hand, the gods of Olympus do not want the gods in the north to spread their faith. The gods will participate in the struggle of their beliefs. In these decades and nearly a hundred years, in the areas ruled by the Olympus gods, people have almost forgotten the gods of the North.

I’m afraid that some villages close to the northern land still have legends about the northern gods and the gods of the four seasons, and this is the only place where there is some kind of trading relationship with the northern land.

After all, there is no need for the gods of Olympus to provide Ion with space for the development of his faith. The former temple of Tarot, the god of spring, was replaced by the temple of the seed goddess after its collapse. It is like giving a stick to a sweet date.

With the development of this era, the city-states in the Greek region finally entered their most prosperous era, and the age of heroes finally kicked off. At first, the gods tried to manually create human heroes to expand their faith among people.

They give prophecies to people, and they give missions to some people who look like they can become heroes. As long as they gently fiddle with the threads of human destiny, they can create so-called heroes. By helping these heroes in the process, they can spread themselves very easily. faith.

It’s just that there is a limit to what pure humans can achieve, and what those human heroes create may not be called epics strictly speaking.

But soon the gods thought of a way. Since humans have limits, they should find ways to raise the limits of humans. It just so happens that they like beauties or handsome guys, so let’s create demigod heroes. What’s better than Are heroes with their own blood better suited to spread their beliefs? The most important thing is that as the parents of these demigod heroes, they can also give better orders.

Although all kinds of heroes emerge in an endless stream, it is also because their fate seems to be out of their hands from the beginning. Most of these heroes end in tragedy.

These heroes have extraordinary strength and intelligence, but they seem to be played by fate.

It’s just that few people know the ending of these heroes. In this era where heroes emerge in large numbers, how many heroes who have achieved glory will be watched in their last moments? Everyone’s attention has long been attracted by the new hero.

People’s discussions about heroes have long been integrated into their daily lives. In addition to their daily belief in and worship of gods, their lives seem to have only the stories of these heroes. In this era, under the influence of gods, With the help of , hunger never seems to be a problem in people’s minds.

Therefore, these heroes who are spread in stories and epics are like idol stars in people’s minds in the future.

In such an environment, bard has also become a good profession. As long as you have a beautiful singing voice, as long as you can tell heroic stories, the more mellow and immersive you are, the more popular you will be. , some magic that conveys illusions through language also became popular during this time period.

After all, allowing people to feel the hero’s adventure immersively is one of the tricks that makes bards more popular.

To put it simply, isn’t this kind of bard an ancient version of a movie?

At the same time, with the development of the times, the gods who were almost supposed to be born have been born, and the struggle for faith has begun to be kept secretly. At least on the surface, few people have launched huge wars. The differentiation of the gods has basically been completed, and the struggle for faith has begun. , gradually turning into letting the heroes you like or the half-human heroes of your own blood create more miraculous achievements.

These are all demigod heroes. The great deeds created by others are more powerful, which means that the blood flowing in their bodies is better. Moreover, these heroes may also create a brand new city-state or inherit a city-state in the future. At that time, they can be justified. to change a city-state’s beliefs.

Greece seems quite peaceful, but if you switch the perspective, you will find: wow~ It’s like a melee in the early Spring and Autumn Period.

Ion mingled among these bards. During these long years, Ion finally integrated the power of the four seasons and unexpectedly obtained the godhead of time. In terms of strength, Ion was not inferior to anyone except Zeus. In addition, any of the main gods of Olympus, but it will take a short period of time to fully grasp the power of time.

Of course, when the titan’s revenge battle begins, this power will inevitably be completely controlled.

Ion naturally has his own purpose when he mixes among the groups of these bards. In addition to the legends of those great heroes, he can also get some strange rumors from the mouths of these bards. This is an era when the gods are active. ah! Any weird rumors may be about unborn gods or treasures.

The former of these things can strengthen one’s godhead, while the latter can allow one’s body to continue to evolve.

On this day, Ion came to the tavern next to the city-state square. Although it was called a tavern, it only provided some rye bread, barbecue and early drinks. There were not many types, but it was a good choice for travelers and silver bards. It is their resting place, and it is also the place where heroes often rest.

Here, as long as you are willing to spend some coins to order a glass of wine for everyone present, the bards and heroes present will be more than happy to share their stories.

As for money, Ion currently has plenty of it, so after entering the tavern, he generously served everyone the best wine in the area.

Chapter 483: Returning to the old place

“Brother! How bold!!”

One of the bards patted Ion on the back, raised the wine glass in his hand high, and spoke loudly about the story he knew, “I also heard this secretly. It is said that people walk from here to the Caucasus Mountains. Pass through the cliff where the fire-stealing wise man is locked, and continue to move forward towards the starting point of the ark…

The traces of the flood have disappeared without a trace with the passage of time.

In the place where humans first settled, where the legendary Bronze Man settled, in the deep valley now, no one knows where people go, there are villages left over from the old times, which are in the middle of the big water. , the people who survived on the ice sheet returned to the village built in this forgotten land of God.

There are no gods being worshiped there, everything is cursed there, and there are endless wailings. It is a place where all people born here will definitely be hostile after going there. Legend has it that a woman of disaster is enshrined there, who is the evil spirit. At the source, the remaining people are twisted in the valley, unable to distinguish between love and hate, wandering forever between life and death.

As for whether the news is true or false…who knows? After all, I have never been to that place. “

The bard took a sip of wine and let out a breath of alcohol. It was obvious that he was a little drunk.

The people around could not help but wave their hands, with a smile on their faces. They had heard of this story to some extent, but that was all. No one had confirmed the existence of this village. Of course, there might be some. It may be that everyone who has reached that village has died in that village.

Most people regard it more as a piece of fun. Even if they believe it, no one will go to that dangerous place. There have been some heroes who have gone to search for it, but most of them failed in the end. Of course, some people did find the village. , but his whereabouts are unknown.

This is enough to show that there is a powerful being in that legendary village.

Another person came over and said, “Just listen to this legend. It is not something that we people can explore clearly. I am afraid that only the real son of God can understand what kind of village there is in this legend.” Tell the truth.”

Ion just nodded, but after leaving this city-state, he walked towards the earliest settlement of Bronze Humans in his memory.

In this rapidly changing era with the help of the gods, the changes between more than a hundred years ago and now have been unimaginable. Ah, the places where early humans lived can indeed be regarded as the pain before the heroic age. Most people have forgotten that time, and even those who know about it will not take the initiative to speak out.

Ion came to the beach and looked at the beach that had changed in the flood that year. He just shook his head gently and then continued in the other direction according to the story told by the bard. go ahead.

The scene from many years ago seems to still be vivid in his mind, but Ion has become accustomed to this kind of life, and that slight sense of familiarity still lingers in his heart. He has more or less experienced the existence of fantasy Qin and Egypt, and the millennium of time. Compared with time, this mere hundred years is not a long time, not to mention that I have already sent away many familiar people in the northern land.

Walking into the forest, Ion saw some marks left by adventurers and heroes on some tree trunks. Occasionally, he could also see the traces of life left by these stayers.

There was just a faint smell of blood and residual blood stains on some remaining traces, telling everyone that something bad had happened here.

Continuing to move forward, Ion leaned down and touched a charcoal fire he saw. The charcoal fire here still had a certain residual warmth. Looking around, there seemed to be traces of battle.

It seems that before I came here, a group of adventurers who came here were attacked. There were a lot of messy traces around. It looked like they were attacked by wild beasts, but if you look closely, it seemed to be the same as those attacked by wild beasts. There is a slight difference in the traces. If you look closely at the traces, you can still see where the beings who left traces of the attack appeared from.

Ion continued to walk deeper, and at the same time he could feel that the magic power in front of him had become more and more intense, even interfering with his perception. There was an extremely strong feeling in the magic power, and this feeling seemed to be modifying everything. One can see everything.

There seemed to be a fragrance in the air. It was the smell of food and cooking smoke. This was very strange. According to everyone’s rumors, this place should be a dark and cruel village. How could there be such a warm smell of cooking smoke? Not only that, but there was also a faint sound of laughter in his ears, and this laughter even had an incomparable sense of familiarity.

It seemed like I had heard this voice a long time ago.

“Ah…Teacher Ion! You are finally back!! We have been waiting for you for a long time. We have been worried about you after the big flood.”

Several children came running from a distance, with surprises and smiles on their faces. But after seeing these children, Ion’s eyes quickly shrank, and a bit of cold air suddenly burst out from around his feet. This change startled the children in front of them. They jumped back quickly, and then looked at the frozen ice curiously.

No matter in terms of movements or demeanor, there was nothing wrong with the reactions of these children. It was as if they had traveled through time.

That was simply a long time ago, when I was still a teacher at the foot of the Caucasus Mountains, those children in the Bronze Age! These children should have all died in the great flood. Ion was certain that these children were not illusions created by his own memory.

Because it was still some time before the flood occurred when I left, and although these children were very similar to those in my memory, they had also grown up, and their current appearance was indeed the posture they should have had when the flood occurred.

It’s just that compared to the naughty and partially weak images in their memories, these children appear healthier, as if the flood didn’t happen at all, no… maybe it should have been earlier.

It’s like the box full of disaster has never been opened.

Yes……

Ion quickly realized, isn’t this all like another world line after Pandora’s Box was not opened?

Chapter 484: Falling into a nightmare

This kind of beauty makes people yearn for it. There is nothing like this kind of atmosphere in a paradise.

Not just these children, but also adults who have fights and conflicts over the smallest things in their own memories. Now he also has a gentle smile, and they seem to have a good relationship, supporting and helping each other. After seeing Ion, he even showed a smile that he had never seen before.

Putting the key on the ice that once bloomed will inevitably anger many people. On the one hand, they dislike the fact that these ices are very likely to hurt their children, and on the other hand, they also dislike these ices for occupying a part of the road.

There are even people who greet me, hoping to come home and sit down, catch up on old times after not seeing each other for a long time, and then have a hot soup.

This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling gave Ion a subtle sense of time and space. Looking up at the sky, a purple halo seemed to appear on the sky, completely transforming the village in the valley. Shrouded in it, there is always a feeling of a small singularity.

There is a certain separation between this place and normal history. It is absolutely impossible to create such a separation without a lot of magic power. What’s more, this area is so peaceful and peaceful, so how can there be horrible rumors? , at least under this surface, there must be something else hidden.

What’s more, if it was really another possible history of continuous development, the residents here should have changed generations long ago. At least there would be no people I still know here.

There is a very unique point in ancient Greek mythology, that is, children of gods and humans do not have long lifespans. Children of gods and elves may also have long lifespans. Children of gods and humans can only live, grow old, sick and die normally. What’s more, , even gods will die. Isn’t there a lack of a person called a fool in the village now?

Ion followed his memory and came to the house he remembered living in. The house was slightly dilapidated. Although it looked like it had been repaired, compared with other houses around him, it still had a sense of dilapidation and a faint smell. Although the wooden boards that smelled of decay have been replaced, there are still some mildew stains on the walls, vines climbing along the house, and moss on the cornerstones.

Even the door has fallen to one side, and there are still traces of rainwater on the floor of the room. There is some soil near the door and windows, and dust has fallen on the rest of the place. It seems that no one has come back to live in it for a long time. At this time, several neighbors also gathered over. Looking at such a house, they couldn’t help but cover their mouths, and then began to pack their things and prepare to help.

In their impression, this house should not be so dilapidated, but they were only surprised and dazed for a short period of time, and then they seemed to have accepted the reality. It seemed that their memories, impressions, and common sense had all been modified. , it is basically certain that someone seems to be manipulating behind these existences.

It’s just that I don’t seem to feel any malicious intent at the moment?

Soon, the entire house was sorted out, and the firewood completely dispersed the moisture in the entire house. Although it still looked dilapidated, there was no problem in living in this house for a short period of time.

Ion has rarely regained his educational function. Although he is also the god of education and development, his ability on the humanistic side is not so strong at present. It has not yet reached the era when the ideas of the Greek sages broke out. In this era, as long as When the gods give blessings and people can have a good life, how many people think about improving themselves? How many people think about developing technology?

Education and development on the humanities side are weak during this period.

It doesn’t hurt to have this priesthood with career prospects in your hands early. This rare peaceful time is indeed relaxing.

But as night was about to fall and everyone returned to the house, the smile on Ion’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by an extremely serious and serious expression under the light of the flames. When the sun just started to set , Ion captured some subtle atmosphere in an instant.

Everyone in the combined village is urging themselves to go home at night and not go out. Doesn’t this situation clearly tell them that there is a problem? But how many of these existences in my own memory can still feel the kindness radiated to me, but…dust returns to dust to dust, and the soul that should return should still return.

Although I dislike the gods of Olympus and have conflicts and contradictions with the Queen of Hades, I have to admit that Hades, the King of Hades, manages the entire underworld very well, at least compared to the chaos. For the other gods on Mount Olympus, the underworld is much more peaceful.

At least these souls will be fairly judged after they go to another world. Even though people in the Bronze Age deceived the gods, bringing all the disasters to the human world is already the revenge of the gods.

Now the cause and effect can be regarded as clear.

What’s more, humans in the Bronze Age were humans too. After taking revenge, they still stared at it. It would be a bad face for the gods to spread the word.

Feeling uncomfortable with the chaotic magic around him, Ion took a deep breath and gently blew out the candle beside him. When the whole room fell into darkness, the whole village fell into darkness. For a moment, it seemed that he was being suppressed. The changes that came down completely let go of the rope at this moment, and a strange aura instantly engulfed the entire village.

Although the buildings in the village have not changed at all, the peaceful atmosphere of peace and joy has disappeared without a trace.

It was replaced by a faint breath of death, and the breath of endless disaster that I once felt, as if in this short moment, the beautiful history turned into the original reality, which seemed to be more real than what had happened before. It’s even darker. If everything during the day is a sweet dream, then everything at night is a nightmare that can’t seem to go away.

At this moment, everything fell into the depths of a nightmare.

Ion went directly to the second floor of his house and looked at the village through the incompletely repaired window. Black air was spreading on the ground, and the whole village began to become silent. A bloody moon shone on it. After landing on the ground, a few crows finally flew in from the surrounding woods. Their red eyes seemed to be pursuing something, and there was a faint smell of blood and putrid smell in the air.

Chapter 485: Echoing like an evil spirit

It was also at this time that the tightly closed doors of every household were pushed open again, and black figures came out one after another. It can be seen that these black figures still have the faces of those people in the memory, but now they It was obviously like a corpse soaked in water, and its eyes were a bit dead and empty.

With the experience of working for Anubis in Egypt, even if I don’t have the ability to deal with the underworld now, even if I don’t use the frozen little godhead, I can still see the death atmosphere in this village.

Not only that, under this aura of death, the entire village and these familiar yet unfamiliar people had a sense of reality, at least in Ion’s eyes.

These undead-like existences began to walk in one direction. Ion raised his hand and began to apply magic to hide himself. Then he lowered his body’s performance to the lowest level. In this way, it should be possible It can be regarded as completely hiding one’s aura. It is indeed convenient for the machine god’s body to be able to adjust its own functional power.

When necessary, you can even adjust your own abilities to the point where the other party’s perception is inferior to that of ordinary elves.

Under such circumstances, in the eyes of the enemy, I should be like a weak monster. If possible, I can forcibly change my body shape. However, this method has never been tried before. Can it be achieved? The body’s mimicry has to be developed slowly, at least now I won’t use it directly to avoid any accidents.

Lowering his presence as much as possible, he quietly slipped out of his house, hiding in the shadows, and followed these black souls in the direction they were heading.

The village seemed a little different at night. A temple appeared at the end of the village. The temple was covered with moss. Overall, it looked like a forgotten place. It was damp, weird, and smelled of blood. A large number of crows have landed on the temple, and occasionally fly to the ground, pecking at the blood and pieces of meat that have not been completely dried.

Several figures with deathly energy wrapped around their bodies walked into the temple, and then these people directly dragged several injured warriors in armor out of the temple around the deathly energy figures. Some of them were still alive. There were those who were struggling, and there were also dead warriors with their heads hanging down. It seemed that these were the ones who were attacked and captured before Ion came to the forest.

“let me go!”

One of the soldiers was constantly trying to break free from the ropes tied to his body, and there was unconcealable panic in his eyes. How could this place be more terrifying than the legendary underworld? The place was scarier than the legend, he really didn’t want to stay at all! !

The most important thing, and the most unacceptable thing to him, was that the souls of those dead companions did not go to the legendary peaceful Elysee at all. These existences here looked similar to humans, but were suitable for humans and had completely different souls. They were basically wearing human skins. Demons and beasts, these guys are basically using human flesh, blood and souls as food!

My body can die, but my soul will also be swallowed up. This is absolutely unbearable. This is equivalent to dying twice, and it is a real death. There is no way for my legend to be spread. The death of the body, the soul His death, coupled with the death of his own story, the three deaths stacked up, doesn’t this mean that his existence has been completely erased from the world?