Chapter 432 What? Are you a traveler too?
"Why are you here?"
Eros's expression relaxed, and he was still in the mood to observe Metis's appearance and figure.
After all, this guy usually blends in with Zeus, and the time he appears alone is basically gone.
Her face is somewhat similar to Zeus, but she has a unique gentle and elegant temperament.
Wearing a black gauze skirt and a shawl hanging naturally, Metis' eyes were soft, but there was an indescribable feeling in his eyes.
Should I call it perseverance or persistence?
All in all, at this time, Eros discovered that Athena had indeed inherited a lot from Metis.
Not only his figure, but also the sense of resignation in his eyes.
Does this mean that wise people will always be trapped in a corner and are unwilling to get out?
It's just that Metis is trapped in himself and doesn't want to leave, but he just doesn't know what Athena will be trapped in.
Eros gradually withdrew his gaze, and Metis was also very patient. He waited until he had finished looking at himself before speaking.
"Of course it's me. Dione and Zeus are inseparable at all, so it can only be me."
Metis explained gently, but Eros would not be deceived by her appearance.
She looks like a gentle and non-threatening original goddess of wisdom, but in fact she is a narcissist who gets everything she wants.
It's just because Eros is also a part of "self" that she can look so gentle.
Even her own daughter Athena and Metis would never appear alone and meet her in the form of an incarnation, which shows how "ego" this guy is.
After opening his mouth to explain, Metis continued.
"This is the edge of the world. If Zeus appeared here, many people would notice it."
She waved her hand, and the world in front of her, which originally seemed a little dull, became a little more transparent.
Eros can also see the chaos outside the world through this translucent barrier, as well as the shimmering shadows.
"That is one world after another, a more exciting and beautiful world opened up from chaos."
While Eros was observing these scenes, Metis explained to him softly.
From this point of view, she is much better than Zeus the Riddler, very considerate.
The world was not born naturally from scratch. In this chaos with no light, no darkness, and nothing, the immortal divinity was first conceived.
The gods who were first born were dissatisfied with the monotony and boringness of this chaos. Most of them would make the same choice in the end - to create the world.
So various worlds, large and small, each with its own uniqueness, were created in different ways by these original creation gods.
After the creation of the world, new life was created, making this monotonous sea of chaos more and more interesting.
While Metis was explaining these ancient secrets to Eros, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and recall what he had seen.
At that time, the entire sea of chaos was dotted like a starry sky, and countless newborn worlds were dotted in it like stars in the sky.
And until now.
With a wave of his hand, he waved away the camouflage covering the barrier. The sea of chaos outside the world no longer had the beauty of the starry sky.
Only a few worlds remained, shining brighter than the stars.
The powerful devour the weak, and the big fish eat the small fish. Even the creation gods cannot avoid this cycle.
If you want the world you create to be bigger and more beautiful, you must constantly use divine power to consolidate and build it. Without divine power, you will devour other people's worlds.
After countless years of fighting, not much of the world is left.
But relatively speaking, their lands are broader and their rulers are more powerful.
Eros and Metis just glanced towards those worlds and could see the projection of these divine powers across the sea of chaos.
In the Essenile world, the scorching and ruthless sun burned the sight, and amid the brilliance, black tears of blood were dripping.
In the wind and snow of Scandinavia, the hanging man under the trees was silent, and the single eye that was sacrificed in the spring scanned everything.
Even in the more distant direction, Eros could see the dark sun and the bright sun flying in the sky, fighting with each other. Sitting on the top of the mountain of the universe, the king of saints has thousands of eyes, rules the three realms, and shines in the universe.
Their power is extremely powerful, even more powerful than the creation gods who opened up the world in chaos.
Although the creation gods who were able to open up the world and were born great had incomparable origins, it did not mean that the lives they created would be inferior to them.
Create, rule, conquer, then destroy, then create again.
Just like Zeus took over Mount Olympus and invited Gaia, the original goddess of creation, to come down, these god-kings have all done more or less the same thing.
At this moment, their divine power not only affects their own world, but also projects towards the entire sea of chaos.
Eros understood what Metis meant, if Zeus came here in person, as one of these beings.
Her movements will undoubtedly attract the attention of other god kings. In this case, many things will be difficult to do.
Like now, although Eros and Metis both saw these great ones, they would not notice them.
Eros withdrew his gaze, feeling a little emotional.
If calculated based on the strength of the magnetic field, Eros would probably have to reach an indescribable state to be able to compare with these god-kings.
If it is a small universe, it is simply impossible to look at the small universe through the nine-sense system.
Only by transcending the small universe like that idiot Seiya can it be possible.
The gap is still quite huge.
Not just feeling sorry for myself, but also feeling the difference between other gods and these god-kings.
They are both gods, but sometimes the gap may be even greater than that between humans and gods.
"Are you going to send me to Canaan?"
Eros swept away some of the emotions in his heart and continued to focus on the things in front of him.
Zeus's intention was obvious. Now was the time to send him to Canaan to do the work of conquest as a spy.
Although Eros didn't know exactly what he wanted to explore, in short, he went there first.
"Yeah."
Metis nodded slightly, and under her guidance, Eros found the world of Canaan shrouded in the storm.
Endless storms, like rivers, enveloped Canaan and the world around it.
"You have to be careful this time. We are not in Greece. We cannot take care of you immediately."
Metis warned, and Eros raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Didn't you say that I won't be in any danger for my life?"
"Of course not."
Metis in front of him said softly, with flames flashing in his pupils.
"But you can only use our help once."
"And it's not about escaping. After you use it, we will all descend directly into your body."
"You can think of this as the official beginning of conquest."
Odin sat in this row and took his order, then went back to make some patches.
There shouldn’t be much written about Canaan, and it shouldn’t be very long. I’ve been thinking about including a little bit of Sumer.
I’m going to explode!
(End of chapter)