Greek Mythology: A loving father and a filial son

Hermes hesitated for a moment and then said to Persevani: "Your Highness Persevani, the great master of reincarnation, I, Hermes, hope to get your help. I am willing to become your god."

After hearing what Hermes said, Persevani just looked at it indifferently. After a while, he said: "Hermes, I don't need gods for the time being. What I need is gods who can help me. I There are already many gods."

There was a hint of stiffness in the corner of Hermes's mouth, and then he said: "Well, dear His Highness Persevanni, can I borrow the black stone sickle? Can we talk about other things later?"

Persefani looked at Hermes and nodded boredly, then took out Demeter's black stone sickle, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and then handed the sickle to Hel. Moss.

Hermes left after getting the black stone sickle. He did not go to Zeus immediately, but went to the depths of the underworld.

He came to a strange world, which was completely different from the world on the earth.

I saw that the plants in this world all start from an aging form, then turn into a youthful and beautiful form, and finally turn into seeds until they disappear.

Just as Hermes arrived, a god appeared from this world. Hermes felt that no matter how many times he came here, he would always be amazed.

Under the dim moonlight, a mysterious figure stood in front of an ancient palace, as if time had left deep traces on her body. This god has an unparalleled temperament, and her eyes seem to be able to see through the vicissitudes of all things in the world. She wore a gorgeous dress that accentuated her elegant temperament. The color of the long skirt is like the passage of time, from bright gold to calm gray, symbolizing the ruthlessness of time.

Her appearance is like a work of art between heaven and earth, as if it has been carefully carved over time. Her eyes were deep and distant, as if she had accumulated thousands of years of wisdom. Her eyebrows are looming, as if telling the vicissitudes of the world. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was telling the world an unknown secret. Her long hair hangs down to her waist like a waterfall, dancing in the wind, making her look particularly charming.

There was an air of aging hanging over her every move. She seems to have mastered the birth, old age, illness and death of all things in the world, and is omnipotent. She is a mysterious deity that makes people both fear and yearn for her. She is the god of the power of aging.

Next to the goddess, another male god appeared. This male god was tall, handsome, and had chiseled facial features. His eyes were firm and focused, like an eternal fire that illuminated the vicissitudes of the world. His eyebrows are like swords, sharp and powerful, showing his unyielding will. His thick beard reveals his mature masculine charm.

He wore a loose robe with a deep color and a mysterious light. The texture of the robe resembles the traces of time, symbolizing the power of aging he wields. His palms were broad and as steady as mountains, as if they could carry the fate of the world. His steps are steady, and he walks with confidence and strength, which makes people shocked.

This male god is like the king of heaven and earth, mastering the power of aging and controlling life, old age, illness and death in the world. He is an oppressive being who inspires awe. In him, people can see the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of the years, as well as the tenacity and immortality of life.

Just when Hermes was stunned, the two gods said in unison: "I am Hoglos, the god of aging. Children of Zeus, do you have any business with us?"

Hogros is the god of aging, destruction and death. He is the son of Cronus, the god of time, and Nyx, the goddess of night. In Greek mythology, Horklos symbolizes the passage of time, aging and the end of life.

Hearing Hogloth's words, Hermes couldn't help but swallowed, and immediately saluted the two gods, saying: "Dear Hogloth, the god of aging and destruction, I am Her, the god of commerce and trade. Mess, I came here to make a deal with you."

The Hogros said in unison: "Oh? Deal? What kind of deal? Can you tell me about it? If it's useful to me, I don't mind."

Hermes looked at the two gods, took a deep breath, kept rubbing his fingers, and his chest was slowly rising and falling, as if he was adjusting his emotions.

After a while, Hermes said lightly: "My Lord Hogros, the God of Aging and Destruction, you have mastered the aging of time, don't you want to master the aging of life?"

The eyes of the Gods of Aging and Destruction, Hogrolos, flickered. The golden eyes of the male half looked at the milky gray eyes of the female half and hesitantly said: "Are we going to agree?"

The female half of Hogros, the god of aging and destruction, turned her head and looked at Hermes and said: "Your Highness Hermes, I want to know how you help us gain life's aging? We can still rely on time to age indirectly. Aging affects life, it doesn’t have much of an impact on us.”

Hearing the female half of Hoglos, the God of Aging and Destruction, Hermes hesitated a little, but then gritted his teeth and said: "Your Highness Hoglos, the God of Aging and Destruction, although you rely on the power of time to influence Life, but after all, it is separated by a layer, and there is no way to make your power go further."

Hearing Hermes' words, Hogrolos, the god of aging and destruction, was moved. They had been stuck at the peak of medium divine power for a long time and urgently needed a breakthrough, but how could there be room for them on this earth.

So Hogrolos, the god of aging and destruction, let Hermes enter their world with a twinkle in his eye.

In this world, the sunlight from the hell Tartarus is filled with a cold atmosphere. These cold lights shine through the sparse leaves on a barren land.

The plants here all show signs of decay, and the dry branches and leaves are entangled together, as if they are telling the power of time, and they seem to be talking about the endless destruction. The surface of the earth in this world is covered with moss and weeds. They grow tenaciously in the harsh environment, but they are still full of the atmosphere of aging.

Seeing this scene, Hermes couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness Hogros, the God of Aging and Destruction, why is this world different from the world of Chaos? This world is like..." Hermes Si did not continue speaking, not because he did not want to say but because he did not dare.

Hoglos, the God of Aging and Destruction, and the others did not pay attention to Hermes's words. Looking at Hermes' eyes, the male half of Hoglos, the God of Aging and Destruction, smiled slightly, and his golden eyes flashed. With a smile, he said: "Your Highness Hermes, this world is full of aging, isn't it?"

The female half of Hogros, the god of aging and destruction, continued, "This world still draws inspiration from your sister Hebe, the goddess of the new moon and youth. Originally we just symbolized the aging of life, but now we have become the world again. a part of."

Hermes couldn't help but swallowed and said, "But won't this destroy the world?"

Hogros, the God of Aging and Destruction, said calmly at the same time: "No, this world is an era of youth, aging will never come, but we are the future of youth, so our power is only greater than that of the crescent moon and the goddess of youth. Bai is weak."

After Hogrolos, the god of aging and destruction, finished speaking, they continued to take Hermes to visit the world and let them see what the world looked like.