Greece: Age of Ascension

Chapter 145 Vulcan Hephaestus

But if you say you can play, who else can play better than Hera?

During the intensive preparations for the wedding, Hera's belly grew bigger day by day. In order not to embarrass herself in the witness of the gods, the deadline for the wedding was pushed back and forth until the fetus in her womb was born.

Under the witness of all the goddesses, the noble Hera gave birth at this moment.

As the queen of Olympus, she has high hopes for the newborn child, which must be a powerful and perfect god, only such a child can bring her glory.

The idea that a mother is more valuable than a child has room for survival in both the East and the West.

A strong and perfect child is a powerful proof to consolidate the status of the queen and prove that Zeus did not choose the wrong person.

However, when the little baby, the god who was given high hopes, was born, all the fairies were frightened and did not dare to approach, Hera spread her legs, her pale face was covered with thick sweat, straightened up, and her eyes turned to baby.

Suddenly, the noble queen turned pale with fright, "Is this really my child?"

The baby's face was wrinkled together, its skin was red and almost black, ugly and hideous, like a curled up Shar Pei.

If Zeus was here, he couldn't help but grab her by the neck and question her loudly, saying, "Who is the old king next door?!"

Hera suddenly became afraid, such an ugly child must not be seen by Zeus, let alone by the gods, because it would become a shame for her life.

The majestic queen actually gave birth to a monster?

The more Hera thought about it, the more afraid she felt. She should have been noble and glamorous forever, and she could never bear the worldly gossip.

Looking at the goddesses around her, she stared at her phoenix eyes and asked viciously, "What did you all see?"

An honest fairy trembled, pointed at the baby, and tremblingly said: "One...a monster."

Gritting her teeth angrily, Hera forced herself to stand up, picked up the ugly baby on the bed, didn't even wear her favorite gold silk embroidered shoes, strode to the platform outside the palace, and then, with a wave of her hand, pushed the baby away. Leave Mount Olympus behind.

The goddesses and fairies looked at this scene in disbelief, almost forgot to speak in fright, and Hera hurried over again.

"Now? What do you see?"

"You threw your own child off the mountain."

Still that honest fairy, Hera gritted her silver teeth tightly after hearing this, feeling so angry in her heart, it looked like a big-eared melon seed, which made the fairy humming.

Then, he pulled her hair forcibly, dragged her all the way to the platform, and pushed her down under the eyes of everyone.

The fairy was like a rag sack rolled down from a high mountain. Her head was broken and her bones were broken and her tendons were broken on the spot. She seemed to be dead.

After doing this, Hera asked fiercely, "What did you all see?"

The goddesses had never seen such a fierce queen, they were so frightened that they shrank together like a quail, facing her staring gaze, they all shook their heads and waved their hands in fear.

"No, we...we don't know anything."

Only then did the God of Marriage look slightly satisfied, and nodded with a gloomy face.

Let's look at this ugly baby again. He was thrown from the top of Olympus by Hera. The noble queen just wanted to make him disappear as far as possible, so she used all her strength.

The baby flew in the sky for a whole day, and finally fell on the island of Lemnos like a cannonball. The peaks of the island were smashed by him, and the baby's leg bones broke instantly, and gradually took shape in the natural growth of the divine body. , if left alone, he will probably become a lame lame man.

Atlas's scalp was numb, and he was stunned by the woman's fierceness. They all said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its eggs, but Hera's cruelty was almost disrespectful.

This is the future god of fire and craftsman, anyway, they don't want it, so they might as well gather the wool by themselves.

He drove the chariot that looked like a funerary object, covered in black mist of misfortune, waved the reins, and the four black horses immediately spread their strong hoofs and rushed towards the dark dome.

The carriage rampages through the body of the Mother Earth like a ghost, passing through all obstacles as if entering no one's land.

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The shouts resounded, and the ghost-like chariot rushed out of the ground and went straight to Lemnos Island.

When he arrived at the crushed mountain, Atlas caught a glimpse of the baby. It should be said, ugly may be a bit ugly, but isn't this how babies are born?
It will become beautiful when it grows.

Letting go of the reins, jumping off the carriage, the cries of woo woo wa wa echoing in the wild, wearing the skin of Hades, Atlas picked up the child.

"Poor little guy, I will heal your legs and feet so that you will never regret it. Are you willing?"

"Whoa, whoa!"

He was answered with a loud cry.

The king of the underworld couldn't help but nodded, and said again: "I will find another raiser for you so that you can grow in a safe environment, are you willing?"

"Whoa, whoa!"

There was still a loud cry, and Atlas said again: "In return, you will dedicate your divine power to me, are you willing?"

Turning his gaze to the child, the crying stopped in an instant.

The king of the underworld was stunned for a moment, "Cry, say you are willing!"

He shook the other party, wanting to shake him to cry, but for some reason, the baby pursed his mouth and didn't make a sound.

"Good guy, I haven't seen anyone in this world who dares to prostitute me for nothing."

Angrily, he turned the baby over and slapped it on the butt a few times. The baby was in charge of the body and would not lose anything. However, the pain still made him cry "Wow wow wow".

"That's right, dear, sign a contract with uncle."

Clasping a small hand with a big hand, the future God of Vulcan and the God of Craftsmanship suddenly surged with a surge of divine power, and along with that, a bit of the authority he obtained in the future time and space was shared.

After completing his goal, Atlas showed a satisfied smile, waved his hand, and healed the opponent's broken leg. Then, he turned into a wooden basin and gently pushed him into the drifting sea water.

The loud and clear cry echoed in the boundless sea. The eldest of the twelve Titans, the wife of Oceanus, the god of rivers and oceans, and the gentle and kind ocean goddess Tesis could not help revealing her divine body and adopted the baby. .

She brought up the baby and named it "Hephaestus". All kinds of crafts can be learned easily, especially smelting and forging.

And after Atlas gained divine power and a trace of authority over future time and space, he couldn't help but be complacent.

Today, he no longer needs to rely on divine power to recreate the Ascended, but what he really needs is authority.

Although there is only a trace, but when the corresponding divine power meets the appropriate authority, it can produce a chemical reaction. Coupled with the extreme sublimation of the ascension ceremony, his ascension system can add a few more generals.

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