Supreme God Chapter 57: New evangelism method

　　 "I didn’t expect that you are so good, Adros, Aphrodite is not wrong."

　　While Antels was taken away by the godmother Gaia's servant, the long-awaited goddess of dawn, Eos, uttered her voice, her eyes soft and charming, and it seemed to be full of deep affection. Such a young and powerful **** seemed to interest her more than Ares.

　　 Adros glanced at her gently, without saying a word, and turned away directly. He knew very well that this meaningless dispute was all caused by the famed goddess of dawn. In addition, Adros did not have the slightest idea of ​​establishing a relationship with their family.

　　I saw Adros not saying a word, not even looking at him, and just drifted away. The goddess of dawn, Eos, couldn't help but paused, angrily.

　　 "Adros, one day, I will let you fall under my skirt and make Aphrodite the laughing stock of the gods."

The rise of her thoughts also opened the prelude to her tragic fate, and even added another reason for the tragic encounter of their family.

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　　The **** of speech Iapetos is undoubtedly a mysterious god. The law corresponding to his divine power is mysterious. Who knows his wife is unknown, and even his residence is known very little.

　　 But as his favorite son, the Prophet Prometheus naturally knew where his father was, even when he was tied to the Caucasus Mountains. His father, Titan, Iapetus, also often secretly visited him.

　　Adros did not expect that he would come to Phoenicia, nor did he expect that the gods he wished to visit would live in this oldest city.

　　 "In Phoenicia's busiest market, my father would often be there with humans."

　　 Aderos listened to Prometheus and found the missing god, Iapetus, who is almost indistinguishable from mankind in Phoenicia’s busiest market.

　　If you want to choose among the gods the gods who most like to live in humans, then in addition to Zeus’s elder sister, Hestia, the kitchen **** belongs to Iapotos.

　　 and Hestia like to be a hermit in the human world. Gao Jie lives in a different corner. Prometheus the Prophet and his younger brother Epimetheus like to educate humans and act as human teachers.

　　 And their father Iapetos, who just likes to be human, he likes human life, loves human feelings, loves humans even more than his kind, gods.

　　Iapetos saw Adros, or Adros incarnate into Iassion. He didn't react and walked forward silently.

　　 and Adros was behind him, followed silently.

　　I Apotos walked through several streets and came to a dilapidated house, then pushed the door and entered. Adros didn't hesitate, he went in after him.

　　 "Unsolicited, please also don’t be surprised by the God of Speech." Adross arched his hand at him.

　　 "What a **** of speech, really a weird priest of Guli, you just call me my name." Iapatos laughed at himself, and in the shrine under the control of Cronus, he and three other brothers , But the **** who represents the pillar of the universe, he is called the pillar of the west. But after Zeus overthrew Titan's rule, he became a **** of insignificant speech.

　　 But it doesn’t matter anymore, he doesn’t care anyway.

　　 "I don't know what your evangelist is, come here to find me, what's the matter." Iapetos was very surprised. This evangelist Iasion, who was chanted by human legends and demigods, seemed to be Come to him specially.

　　 Today's Adros can be said to have gained fame in the human world, and even the fame of the gods has been suppressed by him. The preaching outside the city gave mankind a path to the gods and was sung by all mankind.

　　 Even God Zeus, the **** above Olympus, personally announced that many gods and sacrifices were needed to find Iasión. As for what he did to find Iasión, it was unknown.

　　 "Do you have a sermon?" Adros shook his head and sighed softly: "Among human beings, one can be qualified to become the legendary one of none, and the one that can reach the pinnacle of the legendary one can ignite the gods of success. There is no one in one hundred, ten out of ten that can attract divinity. That is to say, millions of humans can really become gods by the method I said, and there may not be one."

　　I Aptos did not understand the method of advancing into the gods created by Adros for human beings, but he also understood that human beings must be difficult to become gods.

　　 "I came to see you Iapetos this time, just to find you to do a real sermon."

　　 Aderos’s words surprised Iapetus, and even the method of preaching to mankind was not called sermon by the preacher. So, what is the real sermon he talks about?

　　 "What is it?" Iapetos asked doubtfully.

　　 "Iapetos, you as the **** of speech~IndoMTL.com~ Now that the new humans have been born for decades, have you noticed any changes in these human languages?" Adros did not answer him Instead, a question was thrown.

　　Iapetos thought a little, then said: "In the beginning, human language was taught by my son Prometheus, but with the separation of places, the accent has been different for decades. , But barely understand each other."

　　 "What if it is another few decades, or even hundreds of years?" Adros asked again.

　　 "No more than a few hundred years, it is estimated that after a hundred years, there will be communication barriers between each other."

　　 Adros nodded and said, "Well, this is the sermon I mentioned."

　　 "Why, you have a way to keep the human accent unchanged, which is a bit difficult. Everyone's situation is different, the voice, intonation and even the speed are different, which makes it difficult to make norms." Iapotos hesitated. .

　　 Adros smiled softly: "The purpose of human language is the same as that of you and me, but it's just communication. Our gods, apart from language, isn't there another way of communication?"

　　 "You are talking about the mythology of Kaos, that is not enough. With the strength of human souls, maybe none of them can be learned."

　　The mythology of Kaos is said to have been passed down by the creator **** Kaus, and then the mother Gea was passed on to the gods. This kind of essay is obscure and rich in meaning. Master it.

　　Adros couldn't help but smile: "Theological anthropology can't, but can't we learn human writing?"

　　 "Humans have words, if there are words, I have taught them." Iapettoston felt a little dissatisfied, and the evangelist seemed to come to tease him.

　　 "Humans don't have words, can't we make them?"