[Comprehensive Lord Xishen] The prayer of life

Roy was silent for a while, and his eyes slid to the sleeping girl again.She said, "Our daughter, what's your name?"

"She is my daughter." There was a shocking stubbornness hidden in Tartarus's casual words.

After being astonished, Roy looked at the girl with pity.All Tartarus wanted was a daughter who was all his.He doesn't care what the girl's name is, what she thinks, or what she needs.He didn't even care if she was conscious or not—maybe it's better not to!

"I promise you. Now, pay the first half of the payment." Lowy said.

Tartarus stared at the distant void with his deep eyes. After a long time, he sucked his nose and yawned big.Raising his hand, he roughly wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, and Tartarus yawned again.

Roy lowered his eyes calmly, playing with his slender fingers, and... nails that could never be inferior to any murder weapon.

"I don't remember how many times the world was born from chaos, and finally returned to chaos..." Tartarus' voice was lazily sleepy, "God and the world coexist, and destruction is the end. For us, It was just a deep sleep of ignorance, long, and finally there will be a moment of awakening. Once, we eagerly participated in it, but the fate remained unchanged, which was boring."

"The same? Is there really no change at all?" Roy asked.Even if other gods remain unchanged, what about her?What about Aket?Is their existence inevitable in the history of gods?

"What's the difference?" Tartarus sneered, and said, "The eternal god built the original appearance of the world, and her limited life brought her real prosperity. The era of gods changes, and behind the prosperity of the gods is the decline of power. The conquest of limited life. Human beings seek authority on the earth, or receive blessings under the night. What is the difference? The limitless pursuit of limited life leads to the end of the world. The feast of civilization is nothing but destruction ritual."

"Yes, I saw... the destruction of the world came from the exhaustion of the power of the earth. So, is the curse of Cronus just an 'unimportant process' of fate?" Roy said with a faint sigh.

"It could be the curse of Cronus, the resentment of Uranus, the ambition of Zeus, or the waywardness of the goddess of the night... Yes, it doesn't matter. The benevolent Gaia couldn't bear it first. 'Mother Earth' was originally 'God of the Earth' and 'Mother of Life'. The God of the Earth can indifferently watch the life and death of the world, but the Mother of Life cannot watch her children die again and again. She cannot save the world." Rare , Tartarus showed a look of compassion, "All efforts and struggles are just a part of destruction. On the ruins, the oldest goddess cried bitterly. She stripped her own goodness and gave up the 'mother' mercy. The priesthood of the mother of life collapsed and turned into a vase of life. Gaia can borrow its power, but cannot become the real master of the vase of life. She carries the vase of life with her to suppress the evil in her heart. However, as The 'mother' desire to control is getting stronger... probably only the fight for power and profit can fill the emptiness in her heart."

"So, Tangtang Chuang/Shishen's rebellion always ended in failure because she didn't want to end the game at all?" Roy said mockingly.

"Be lenient, she's tired of it after all. She could have dodged that arrow," Tartarus said softly.

"Has the 'good' side been stripped away?" Roy made a short breath, "Mother Gaia is probably really a good goddess." Unfortunately, the full version of Mother Earth has long since ceased to exist.

After hearing what Roy said, Tartarus smiled in relief.He continued: "Passionate Eros was the second to break down. He refused to wake up, not even the destruction of the world and the birth of the world could wake him up. We can never find him again... don't know how he He did it. Even though he fell into a deep sleep, his will still affects the fate of the world. Fate operates according to the appearance in his heart. He absolutely does not have such power when he is awake."

"I thought Eros was the god of love/lust, not fate," Roy said.

"We are all slaves of love/desire, and love and hate support us to make choices one after another." Tartarus said, "Every god has the ability to intervene in fate. One thought of a god, the fate of countless mortals changes. The Moirai watch over their spinning wheels day and night, and just barely keep the threads from knotting."

"That's such a nasty term." Roy frowned subconsciously and said.

"It's because you don't know how to enjoy the joy of love/lust." Tartarus said with a smile, "The night hides the secrets of fate, and Nix saw all this clearly... I don't know when, she and Erebo Si doesn't care about world affairs, and their children pop out one by one... I have to say, they are too addicted to Eros' gift..."

Roy once had a relationship with Nix, the goddess of the night.She wasn't what Tartarus described.

"So, what about you?" Seeing that Tartarus didn't intend to continue, Roy asked.

"Me? That's how you see it." Tartaros spread his hands, looking like he was enjoying himself casually - Roy's eyes drifted a centimeter.

"You are so ungodly!" Tartarus laughed. "It's a pity that I have no strength now. It would be nice if you would do it yourself. Loy of life, I am very fond of you."

The corners of Roy's lips twitched, and she said, "I'm not interested." Probably because she felt that the rejection was too blunt, she added, "If I can live to the next world. What advice do you have about the end of the world? If I die, Your daughter won't survive either, will she?"

"I have nothing to say. I have never really experienced the destruction and rebirth of the world." Tartarus turned his gaze to the sleeping girl, "I already know the method. 'Earth' and 'life' are both indispensable. In the new world, there will always be a God of Life, maybe a newborn 'Earth Mother', or another Goddess of Life. She will always return to my embrace."

Roy frowned slightly, and said, "Gaia's vase of life is fused with my scepter. If I survive, will the newborn Earth Mother still be the god of life?" This is very important.As the saying goes, peers are enemies, the same priesthood, commanding the same field, the struggle for power and profit is inevitable.There is no such thing as a god like Gaia who cannot take on the priesthood.Even if that Gaia is a newborn, Roy doesn't think he can resist the God of Creation/World favored by the world.

"You are enough to command the domain of life. If you are alive, you are the only god of life." Tartarus said, "Okay, it's time for you to go back and prepare, and I too..." He yawned again, "I also want to going to sleep..."

"Is this the 'secret of the world' you said?" Roy glared at Tartarus.The latter returned a misty innocent look.Roy sighed, surrendered helplessly, and said, "Well, you are always like this, a guy who buys and sells hard!"

Tartarus stretched his waist lazily, and fell limply beside the girl, looking at Roy with dim eyes.

Roy stroked the girl's cheek lightly and said, "Choose a name for her."

Tartarus rolled his eyes with a look of "you are bored", thought for a while, and said, "Alyssa."

At this juncture, it would not be wise to awaken an ignorant young god.No, Alyssa is no longer a god.Before handing her over to Roy, Tartarus had taken away her godhead so that she would not have to suffer from the brutal "Father God".Roy put the sleeping Alyssa into the half-hollowed golden apple.

After watching the correct way to take out the godhead, Roy decided with a guilty conscience that he would never tell Aket about it.

The doomsday came quietly and routinely.That doesn't require a powerful sound and light rendering.

The earth trembled slightly, like a deck caressed by a breeze.A small vibration is not enough to wake up a sleeping person.The gray and unremarkable silk threads spread silently, swaying lightly with the wind, entangled, like a spider thread that has lost its support.

"What's this?" Aket poked at the silk threads that suddenly appeared, watching them wrap around his fingertips and then spread out with the dancing of his fingers.

Roy twirled a strand of silk that had fallen on the hem of her skirt and smiled strangely."It's about time," she said.

Like a ghost whose beautiful skin has been torn apart, it throws away its docile posture and angrily reveals its ferocious face.The one twisted by Roy stretched itself straight, and more gray threads emerged from unknown corners, scrambling to rush towards the goddess of life, wrapping her into a gray cocoon.

Aket screamed.She stood there bewildered, frantically dodging the scattered gray threads—they still seemed so harmless.

Light shines through gray cocoons.The next moment, the cocoon was cut open by a sharp blade, and the gray threads were scattered all over the ground.The Goddess of Life looked cold, the dagger in her hand was neither gold nor jade, and there was a faint golden light flowing.

The scattered gray lines slowly floated up.They were probably beaten, they didn't dare to provoke the goddess of life anymore, they just swam slowly in the temple, docile and harmless.

Roy wasn't going to let them go.She opened her hand, strands of gray threads converged uncontrollably towards her palm.Gray Line was not willing to surrender at this point.They are intertwined with each other and converge into a huge net.

"That's it!" A strange light appeared in Roy's eyes.She reached out to grab the big net.The gray net and the slender fingers of the goddess are all soft things, but sparks fly when they meet.

The net is stretched under the pull of the goddess, and every thread is stretched straight.Roy grabbed the net with one hand, and clenched the dagger with the other hand. With a twist of his wrist, he swung it violently. Sparks flew, and a sharp sound echoed in the temple.Aket covered his ears unbearably.

The net was cut open.Through that hole, instead of the other side of the temple, darkness was reflected.

"Let's go!" Roy snorted softly and jumped into the net hole.

Seeing that the gray net was twisted and the holes seemed to be closed, Aket gritted his silver teeth, shrank his body, and jumped into the unknown darkness.