Chapter 1662:

"Why didn't you leave all of a sudden? Look at your face, what are you thinking about? Are you laughing so treacherously?" At this moment, Yun turned his head on the steps and looked at Bai Yasha very strangely.

Bai Yasha's face stiffened, and then he forced himself to smile and said:

"It's nothing, we're wondering what that old guy Chronos would look like when he knew he was alone."

"Forget it, it's not to that level. If you don't have one or two backhands to press the bottom of the box, do you think you can believe it?" You rolled his eyes, and there was a bit of dread in his tone.

However, at this moment, beams of light descended from the sky, and thousands of stars were scattered.

And within the vision, huge annual rings cover the sky and the earth, covering half of the sky in the upper part of Box Garden.

Bai Yasha stared blankly at the scene in the sky and said dumbfoundedly:

"Master, you have opened your mouth in Buddhism!"

Chapter 347 The Awakened Star Beast

[12] Outer door.

A lake not far from Mount Olympus.

The bearded Hesiod sat on an oval stone bench, holding a stack of parchment in his hand, quietly flipping through it.

The stack of parchment was only the size of two palms, and the surface of the paper was rough and withered. If you got close to it, if you smell it carefully, you can smell a slightly pungent lime-like smell like the shell of a preserved egg.

Hesiod didn't turn his head when the sound of hoofs came from behind him. With his spiritual sense, he 'saw' the young centaur behind him, and saw the pale face of the other party.

With a light sigh of turbidity, Hesiod rolled up the parchment, then squeezed it in his hand, and stared at the towering Olympus Mountain in the distance.

"Is this the one?" Chiron asked with a little hesitation behind him. He looked at the crude parchment rolled up in Hesiod's hand, and said with a look of uncertainty: "The cosmology of the Greek gods, you wrote The [God Spectrum]."

Hesiod was silent for a while, then nodded slightly and admitted: "Yes, Your Highness Chiron, although I spent a lot of energy, I still wrote it with the assistance of His Majesty Kronos."

"You will die, even if you are one of the founders of the cosmology, but you do not have the characteristics of the master of the group of gods, but if you are a godhead, if you use this, it is estimated that you will be backlashed by the cosmos in the first time, right?"

Chiron looked at Hesiod in a puzzled way, as if he didn't know why the other party chose this path of death.

Hesiod narrowed his eyes, and then said in a low voice:

"That's why that majesty will give me the spirituality of a poet. Only by becoming a poet who tampers with the world's legal principles with poetry, can he drive the ultimate treasure of this group of gods with the essence of not being the master of the group of gods."

"It will die," Chiron replied in a low voice. "After father's plan is completed, you have no value, and your value is only to drive the gods and define the stars."

After Hesiod was silent for a moment, he sighed softly:

"You're right, my value is here."

Chiron opened his mouth and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him speechlessly. Only then did he realize that the other side's temples had turned white, and the whole person was much older than when he first saw him. Some, for poets who have already been included in the class of gods and Buddhas, are a strange phenomenon.

Thinking of the fact that Kronos asked him to cooperate with the experiment, and the current situation of Hesiod, Chiron's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but speak out. "I've always been curious about why you can use the gift of a 'poet' with great power to change the world, as if there is no cost to use it."

"Have you noticed? With your eyesight, Your Highness, I'm afraid you can become a pretty good shooter." Hesiod raised his hand, touched his whitish sideburns, and smiled dumbly.

Looking at Hesiod in front of him, looking at the other's already bent back, Chiron closed his eyes with a bit of reluctance and said:

"Can't we escape the play of fate after all..."

"not necessarily."

Hesiod said with a chuckle, the words were a bit decisive, as if this was the truth, this was the truth.

Chiron opened his eyes and looked at Hesiod in front of him with a bit of astonishment. At this moment, the poet laughed happily.

"Although fate is powerful, it is not invincible. He can be distorted, tampered with, and even killed. This is what I believe in after seeing that existence."

He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly and said:

"The poet who sang destiny died because he resisted destiny, and the powerful and noble destiny was shattered because of slight deviation. This is quite a gorgeous script, don't you think so, Your Highness?"

"Hesiod... don't you..."

Chiron's pupils shrank greatly, and he looked at Hesiod in front of him with an incredible look. It was only then that he realized that the other party was different from himself. It was the courage to 'fight' that he did not possess at all.

"Is this the human will?" the centaur demigod said in surprise.

"Wrong, it's just a belated rebellious period for a poet who was tricked by fate." Hesiod stood up from the stone bench with a smile and looked at the magnificent mountain road in the distance.

"Time is up."

He chanted lightly, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Chiron on the side watched this scene silently, watching Hesiod disappear in front of him.

Above the magnificent and wide lake, a gray-haired old man with a goatee crossed his knees on the water, looking at the sky indifferently.

At this time, Hesiod, who was holding the divine spectrum, walked out of the circles of ripples and stood on the swaying water.

"The time is up, let's start." The deity sitting on the lake didn't look back, just commanded indifferently.

"Yes!" Hesiod lowered his head, while the back was calm but with a bit of fanaticism, he spread out the parchment in his hand, and injected divine power and spirit into it.

humming sound.

A ripple spread from Hesiod as the starting point, and then continued to spread in all directions, like a spider web being weaved, constantly spreading, constantly going deep into the void, touching the root of the law and principle.

A beam of light that penetrated the sky appeared in Hesiod's eyes. The poet's brows and eyes were blue and bloodshot, and his whole body was bulging like a balloon that was stuffed with too much air.

Afterwards, the poet struggled to control the tone and sang in a high voice, as if reciting a great poem:

"The first is indeed Chaos (Chaos), and the second is Gaia - the earth with broad breasts..."

There was a buzzing sound, and the earth was turbulent in the poem, as if it was breathing, and it made a subtle low sound, as if responding to the poem.

"The dead heroes turned into stars, spreading eternal brilliance to the world."

Whoa! The stars in the sky are shining, and the eighty-eight constellations will spread their brilliance to the world and every corner of the garden.

"That brilliance is a beast, a symbol of dominance, an incarnation of the stars, and a gathering of jurisprudence."

A beam of light descended from the sky, and in the beam of light, a low beast roar echoed between heaven and earth.

Hesiod's hair gradually turned as white as snow, and there were many old man's wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes, and thick age spots appeared on his firm skin. Like a candle.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Chronos on the lake, raised the corner of his mouth, slowly opened his mouth, and said silently:

"The great and noble king of the gods, fear your heir, fear your young son, who will take your life, devour your flesh and blood, and knock your soul down into the boundless abyss..."

After muttering, the decrepit Hesiod leaned back, thumped, and fell into the lake.

The goatee old man, who was cross-legged on the lake, ignored this, and instead said with a chuckle: