Chapter 677: Can you drive on this broken road?
The next morning, a series of chirping and murmuring sounds came from outside the door, waking Lorne from his sleep.
"Has it not been untied yet?"
"Oh, Xiaohong, please stop moving around. We can't find the knot anymore."
"Ouch! No, no! This rope seems to be cursed. It gets tighter and tighter when it encounters external force! If it continues like this, I will suffocate to death before you can untie the rope."
"What should we do then?"
"Just use your strength! I don't believe that the four of us can't break this thing together!"
"But, if the teacher finds out..."
"Three months, no, three years! I'll take care of all your snack supplies for three years!"
"make a deal!"
Three sounds of swallowing saliva were heard outside the door, and a stream of divine light surged.
But the next moment, a scream came:
"Why has this thing gotten longer?"
“Will it split again?”
"Ouch! Oh no, it's a trap, run!"
Eventually, the screams turned into wails and sobs.
Luo En opened the door and looked at the "doorbell" on the door beam, which had changed from one to four and was floating in the wind. He couldn't help but sneered:
"For a few bites of food, you dare to collude with this evil disciple. Are you itching for trouble?"
The three sons of fate who were caught in the act immediately had a bitter look on their faces and begged for mercy:
"Teacher, we don't dare anymore."
"Well, you say one thing and mean another. Go talk to my whip!"
With a cold snort, Loen raised his hand and pulled out a thick and big whip from the magic circle.
This object is red and black in color, made from the tendons of magical beasts, and also incorporates special talismans.
It hurts a lot but leaves no scars, so it is known as the "killer of female ghosts."
Back then, the goddess of the hearth Hestia used this thing to defeat the sisters Stheno and Euryale.
Seeing that the thick and big whip was about to fall, the pale-faced Third Son of Destiny spoke hurriedly:
"Wait a minute! We have very important information!"
"explain."
"The Egyptian fleet has ceased its activities, the enemy situation along the Celtic and Northern European lines has eased, and the number of Persian scouts roaming the Roman border is also decreasing!"
The three little guys were chattering away as they made their reports.
Luo En rolled his eyes at the three little guys, and his expression eased a little:
"You should have said you were here to deliver a letter."
Then, he raised his hand slightly and took back the beast tendons that bound the three sons of fate.
These three little girls are just a little greedy and playful, and are far from being as greedy as the female ghosts.
He had no intention of really doing anything cruel to the three little girls from the beginning, he just wanted to take the opportunity to scare them.
The goal has been achieved, so it is natural to take advantage of the situation and then back off.
As soon as the three frightened little guys landed on the ground, they all ran out of the yard, fearing that they would be left behind and beaten.
But before they could successfully escape, they were stopped by a voice behind them:
"Wait a minute..."
"What, what's wrong, teacher?"
"Send a letter for me as well." Lorne paused and added, "You three go to Heather Island, Ares Mountain, and Avalon respectively, and call the three goddesses of Norn, the three goddesses of Grace, and the three sisters of the lake fairy. Have them gather under the Kabbalah Tree of Life and tell them that I have something important to discuss with them."
After hearing this, the third son of fate, who was trembling with fear at the door, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It turned out that he was just delivering a letter. I thought the teacher had changed his mind.
However, why do these recipients seem to be the goddesses of fate from different ages of gods?
The three sons of fate thought for a moment, raised their hands, and pointed at themselves:
"Are we going too?"
"Of course! You are the Three Fates of Rome and you need to represent Rome in this meeting."
"Is it related to the intelligence this time?"
“That’s right!”
"Are we going to celebrate? Because the enemy has retreated?" The three sons of fate couldn't help but feel excited and happy.
Luo En looked at the three stupid little faces in front of him and sighed:
"Let me ask you guys, if a boxer pulls back his fist in the ring, why is that?"
"I know this, it's to better swing the next blow!"
The lively Tian put her hands on her hips and answered proudly.
"The answer is correct, but not entirely correct. The class was wasted. Go back and copy the Bible again!"
Loenqu pointed at Tian, who came over to take credit, and gave him a slap on the head, then punished him with a dark face.
The little girl immediately held her head and wailed, her little face filled with sadness.
The Bible, the thing that Cassandra and the Pantheon just compiled, has a lot of words.
With the lessons learned from the previous incident, the more stable Ti Ning and Ti Bao thought carefully for a moment, and seemed to have thought of something, with a serious look on their faces:
"Teacher, are you using your fist to represent those bad guys who are targeting us?"
"Are they...going to take action soon?"
Luo En nodded, his deep eyes revealing a trace of solemnity:
"So, before the war officially starts, I need to use your power to predict the direction of this war so that I can make the most favorable decision for us."
I see!
The three sons of destiny suddenly realized what had happened, and their faces all turned serious at the same time.
Then, the three little guys decisively said goodbye to Loen, activated the power of the [Gateway], and flew to different eras of gods to deliver the letter.
After the three sons of fate left, Nero, who had been hanging all night, rolled his eyes and said righteously:
"Teacher, the war is imminent, I request to prepare for it!"
Although he knew that this girl was probably taking the opportunity to run away, when it came to big things, Loen always knew what was important and what was not.
He rolled his eyes at Nero in mid-air, raised his hand to retract the tendon, and said:
"That's fine. Caesar and Alexander are recovering from their injuries. You will be in charge of the Royal Guards and Companion Cavalry during this period."
After successfully escaping, Nero first stretched his stiff limbs, then asked with a smile:
“If I achieve something, will there be any reward?”
"How about I give you another set of yz bondage?"
Looking at his teacher's fake smile, Nero shuddered and rushed out of the yard as if his butt was on fire.
Loen shook his head and walked towards the Kabbalah Tree of Life.
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At dusk, in the Garden of Eden under the Kabbalah Tree of Life.
An ancient stone altar stands on a shady green lawn, surrounded by stone circles carved by time.
As night fell, the stars looked like tiny diamonds inlaid in the deep sky. The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the altar, lengthening the twelve figures of varying heights and weights.
They are the twelve goddesses of fate from the four great ages of gods: Greece, Nordic, Celtic and Roman.
The stars are right and the time is perfect.
Let's get started.
The twelve goddesses of fate looked at each other and nodded. They raised their arms one after another, embraced the starry sky, and chanted the solemn poem of fate together:
"We are the Alpha, we are the Omega."
“We are the first and we are the last.”
"We are the beginning and we are the end."
"We are and always will be!"
"We hold the world together, we bind destinies together."
"—Engrave your questions here, and seek answers here!"
Along with the chanting, the berries of the twelve bushes under the Kabbalah Tree of Life alternately rot and regenerate, and the grass sometimes withers and sometimes grows lush.
The stars in the sky are jumping and connecting with each other, forming pictures that predict the future.
Thousands of streams of light of [possibilities] fell from the gradually rising night curtain, interweaving and converging on a figure surrounded by the twelve goddesses of fate in the center of the field.
Let me see what our future will be like.
While muttering to himself, Loen tossed his right hand slightly upwards. A bronze dodecahedron dice drew a graceful arc, fell into the star disk where starlight converged, and broke apart on its own.
The twelve facets of the dice reflect different wrinkles of time: the first cry of a baby, the last sigh of a dying person, the glory and end of the Titans, the death and rebirth of Northern Europe, the perseverance and glory of the knights, the rise and fall of the empire. At different edges and sides, different times are intertwined, superimposed and overlapped.
In the end, thousands of possibilities collapsed into one point, emitting a shock wave like a supernova explosion, and the shock wave instantly annihilated the figure in the void.
"call!"
Loen, who was standing in the magic circle, suddenly opened his eyes, bent his knees and half-knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with golden red tears of blood, and he kept gasping for breath, seeming extremely tired.
Upon seeing this, the twelve goddesses of fate hurriedly stopped the ceremony, and without caring about the backlash they would suffer, they all rushed forward and helped the God of Origin up.
"It's okay, I'm fine..."
Loen waved his hand and declined the goddesses' help.
Then, he wiped the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up from the ground alone, and a warm smile appeared on his face:
"Everyone, I have found the answers you were looking for. However, I need to sort out my thoughts first. You have all been exhausted today, so go and take a rest first. I will let you know as soon as I have any insights or gains."
The twelve goddesses of fate nodded in agreement, supporting each other and walked towards the temple in the Garden of Eden.
As he watched the twelve figures gradually move farther and farther away until they disappeared from his perception range, the smile on Loen's face suddenly faded.
"It seems that the observation results are not ideal."
A faint voice came from behind the tree, and Hecate folded her arms and walked out of the shadows.
Luo En nodded, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes, and he said thoughtfully: "At that moment, I observed 14,000,605 futures."
Hecate asked, "How many times have we won?"
Lorne slowly extended a finger.
"Once? So little?" Hecate frowned, obviously not satisfied with the result.
However, Luo En shook his head and said:
"Not even once!"
Hecate gasped, her face filled with shock:
"How is it possible that among 14,000,605 futures, not one of them is ours?"
"Don't be so surprised, this is the fact."
Lorne sighed and explained,
“Let’s not talk about anything else, just compare the two sides’ highest combat power: after Zalwan merged with Canaan’s world essence, he should be on par with me; Shiva, Enzabi, and Nun are all relatively ancient gods of origin, while Altria and Venus have just entered the origin, and Tiamat has lost the world base of Babylon. If we fight head-on, you may not be a match for those three.
In addition, the number of gods, land area, cities and population size of Persia, Egypt, West Africa and India far exceed ours. It is an indisputable fact that we are at a disadvantage in all aspects of data.
Winning is the exception, losing is the logic."
Hecate was stunned and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
These words woke her up.
One miraculous victory after another, one success after another that was said to be impossible, made her almost forget the gap in their strength and the iron rule that the strong survive and the weak die.
What breaks all these [necessities] is the dice in front of us, which represents [chance] and [possibility].
Hecate looked at Lorne, a glimmer of hope in her eyes:
"Even you can't do anything?"
Luo En shook his head and sighed helplessly:
"I had a hunch that we would lose. But what I didn't expect was that in all 14,000,605 futures, we didn't win once."
In his concept, as long as the winning rate is not 0, there are infinite possibilities.
Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, he may still be able to create 100% success.
But this time, the winning rate is 0.
In other words, even if the five great gods of Europe used all their current strength and means, it would be impossible to defeat the aggressive Persian army on future battlefields.
Lorne sat under the Kabbalah Tree of Life, his thoughts in disarray.
Like a gambler sitting at the table.
He can win countless times, but eventually he will also face the moment of losing everything.
Perhaps the upcoming war between gods will be the end of this gambler.
Frustration, pain, confusion and other emotions surged into his heart. Lorne felt unprecedented fatigue, his body and soul continued to sink into darkness...
Until a pair of arms reached out from behind and held him tightly in their arms.
Just like before, just like the first time we met.
"You have done well enough. No one is better than you, whether you are a king or a god! If even you choose to give up, then we and our world will be hopeless."
Hecate held her grand-disciple in her arms and whispered softly but firmly.
Feeling the strong support behind him, Luo En felt a little comforted, but his tone was still a little depressed:
"But I really don't have any solution now, and I don't see any hope."
"Then wait a little longer. As long as the cards haven't been opened and it hasn't come to the last moment, winning or losing is uncertain. We may still have a chance!"
Hecate answered with a smile, showing no sign of frustration at learning of the defeat.
Because, their disciples, their king, will definitely bring a [miracle] at the last moment.
Feeling that warm and pure trust, the haze in Loen's heart was dispelled a lot.
He stood up suddenly from under the tree, patted the dirt off his body, and said:
"That's right! I'll go reorganize the intelligence and see if there are other factors that can increase our chances of winning!"
"No rush. There is still a long time before the Persians officially take action. You just glimpsed too much of the future and suffered a lot of backlash. What you need most now is rest and relaxation."
Hecate replied sternly, pushing Lorne back down.
Rest? Here?
Are you sure you can have a good rest in this crappy place?
Loen looked at the empty surroundings, somewhat puzzled.
However, the next moment, looking at Hecate with her long hair tied back and her head lowered, he understood what the so-called "relaxation" meant.
Hiss, you can actually drive in this crappy place!
Just as Luo En was feeling both pain and joy, he heard several dissatisfied accusations from behind him:
"You're hiding here and eating secretly? That's too much!"
"Why don't you call us!"
“That’s right!”
Looking back, I saw light gates opening behind the Kabbalah Tree of Life, and Athena, Thetis, Hestia and other Greek goddesses walked out.
What can I say? It really is worthy of being from Greece.
The brain circuits are the same.
In that case, let the storm come even harder.
Loen made up his mind, and a huge magic barrier unfolded.
(End of this chapter)
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