Greek Mythology: I Open a Treasure Chest at Olympus

Chapter 109: Your name is sacred and forbidden; your form is supreme and supreme

“Father God!”

Looking at the tall figure coming out of the pitch-black vortex, Hecate exclaimed, out of breath.

“Perseus, the God of destruction!”

Apollo’s golden eyes flashed and locked onto the tall figure with a terrifying aura of fury, bare-chested and with fiery red hair.

This was the husband of his aunt Asteria, the Goddess of meteors, the Father of Hecate, the brother of the Lord of Stars, and the son of the Titian God Cleos, the God of destruction Perseus.

“When Perseus was indeed beaten into Tartarus by Zeus in conjunction with his Father God Cleos, and Hades asked Tartarus to strike, why was he who came out?” Over there, the Goddess of hearth, Hestia, showed beautiful cheeks with astonishment.

At the end of her sentence, the God of destruction, whose body was filled with a horrific aura, suddenly raised his crimson eyes and muttered.

“Great God of the Abyss, you are the Lord of endless Hell, you are the root of thousands of sins, your name is sacred and forbidden, and your form is supreme and supreme …”

Slowly in prayer, his eyes steeply filled with shockingly cold, endless killing intent locked Apollo.

“O disobedient sinner of the Abyss accepts destruction!”

Boom!

The powerful destructive power, like a volcano erupting with fiery lava, surged and enveloped Apollo.

“Well!”

Standing in the light, Apollo’s golden eyes were profound, and the power of light turned into an invisible shield.

The violent, destructive power poured on the light; was difficult to shake the slightest.

“Those who disobey the Abyss die!” Perseus roared to the sky, his eyes shot out a shocking fire, and the destructive power exploded to the extreme.

Hestia and many other gods were shocked.

“If I remember correctly, when Perseus was a powerful god in the court of Titans, but at the end of the battle, the rank barely reached the seventh rank of the Main God and was defeated by Poseidon. But now he has completely reached the extreme of the Main God!”

Even Zeus on the earth and Poseidon in the ocean, at this moment, were tightly frowning, deadly gaze at the situation in the underworld.

Hell, Abyss Tartarus, what kind of place was it?

Why was Perseus, the God of sin who was imprisoned, not only not suffering much in these years, but his strength was massively improved?

Howl!

As the gods pondered, Perseus let out an amazing roar. His body swept out a raging and unparalleled destructive power, constantly blasting the field of light.

“Father God, Apollo!” Outside the realm of darkness, Hecate shouted anxiously.

She did not understand why her father, who had been imprisoned for many years, now came out and attacked her lover.

“Seeing as you are Hecate’s father and aunt Asteria’s husband, I will spare your life!”

Apollo’s golden eyes flashed suddenly, and a flood of brilliant to extreme light surged around him like a burning flame, tearing apart the raging force of destruction.

At the same time, his figure flashed and appeared behind Perseus, punching the God of destruction in the back of the head.

“Great God of the Abyss, you …” Perseus’s mouth was still praying, stumbling and fainting over.

Apollo’s golden eyes swept over him, and he suddenly felt a chill in his back.

Suddenly, that dark earth-swimming vortex once again emerged a stout figure with the same devotion in his eyes, sending out invisible air currents to attack the golden figure.

“Great God of the Abyss, you are the ruler of the endless Hell, you are the source of all sins, your name is sacred and taboo, your form is supreme and supreme… Follow your will and destroy your sinner!”

“It is Cleos, the Father of Perseus, the God of weather!” The gods were moved to shout.

This powerful god, one of the Twelve Titans, was also famous in the Titans’ divine court in the past and was second only to the King of God Cronus.

Not only because he was very strong in himself but also because he had three wonderful sons.

The eldest son Astraeus ruled the stars and dominated one of the divine systems.

The second son Perseus, the God of destruction, was fierce, warlike, and powerful.

The youngest son, Pallas, the God of war strategy, was the father of victory, and the Goddess of wisdom, Metis, the great prophet Prometheus the wise man, commander of the Titans war and brain of the gods.

It was because his family was so powerful and high in the court of the gods of Titans that he was beaten into Tartarus by Zeus, together with his second son Perseus after the Titan war.

And now, he had appeared!

The former Cleos, a powerful god of the eighth rank of the Main God, stepped out from the Abyss at this moment and exploded with power, completely overriding his son Perseus.

It almost surpassed the extreme of the Main God, reaching the level of half the Primordial.

The vastness of the infinite airflow, like a tidal wave, surged toward Apollo.

The eyes of the figure standing in the light were serious. A divine force lifted the knocked-down Perseus, thrown into the field of the night: “Hecate, watch your father.”

He said that he was filled with the light of the stars against the heavenly air currents, step by step approaching the location of Cleos.

“Obey the will of the Abyss, kill!”

Cleos roared, and his sturdy body turned into an invisible illusory sky and blasted into Apollo.

Bang!

The starry sky trembled, and the swarm of stars erupted.

The surging power of the Etheric Divine Body hit Cleos with a biting blast, and the illusory sky was instantly shattered, and the God of weather stumbled and fell in mid-air.

But such an injury could not stop his anger. Hades’ mouth kept praying: “Great God of the Abyss, you are the Lord of endless Hell, you are the root of thousands of sins, your name is …”

Apollo’s golden eyes flashed, and the magnificent figure of the group of stars shone brightly, and another blow was struck.

Just then, the pitch-black vortex once again out of an old figure.

This was a white robe, full beard, hair, and beard, and even eyebrows were white, a pair of eyes through the years under the endless world, looked wise and profound old man.

He had a cane in one hand, stooped at the waist, his body flashed as if the phantom of time, with the infancy of a baby, the vivacity of a teenager, the stability of middle age, the twilight of old age.

“It is the God of longevity, Iapetos. He really also came out, that …” The gods called out.

The Iapetos of life, the eldest of the Twelve Titans, father of the great prophet Prometheus, and the optimist Atlas (mythology).

He was also the most important supporter of Cronus, the second King of Gods, a diehard who was defeated by his son Prometheus in the Titans’ war and beaten into Tartarus by Zeus.

And his other son Atlas was punished by carrying the sky on his back at the edge of the world.

This pale Titans god emerged moment; there was an invisible strange power, locked in Apollo.

Faintly, Apollo’s young handsome face began to appear a wrinkle, his hands and feet began to be inflexible, and his back became hunched.

Cleos took the opportunity to attack again.

“This is the power of longevity!” Apollo’s golden eyes flashed lightly, but the corners of his mouth held a cold smile.

“God is an immortal body, not to mention my Etheric Divine Body is a starry sky, as high as the world. How much life can you strip me of?”

He only saw him drink softly, and the stars in his body flashed with brightness, and a matchless vitality suddenly surfaced.

The aging in various parts of the body abruptly stopped, and a wrinkle was replaced by youthful redness.

Iapetos’s pale eyes were with amazement, but the mouth was silently reciting the name of the Abyss with warmth and devotion, and Cleos surrounded Apollo.

“Power is nearly compared to half of the Primordial. Tartarus is a strange place.” Apollo’s golden eyes flashed, and the power of the swarm of stars surged out vastly, blasting at the two Titans gods.

Bang Bang!

The void trembled beneath him, breaking and crumbling inch by inch.

Apollo’s aura was unparalleled, and the power of the Etheric Divine Body completely suppressed the two Titans.

There Hades roared and rushed over: “Apollo, suffer death!”

This crowned Lord of Underworld controlled infinite death and darkness to attack Apollo.

The three gods formed a triangle, surrounding the golden figure shrouded in light, firmly in the center.

The invisible air currents, the world of aging, the intertwined death and darkness, the masses spread around the light.

……

Suddenly, Apollo’s face became solemn; a golden book emerged in his hand, solemnly recited: “I stand where I am.”

“Where I stand is the kingdom of light, where darkness and death are not to be offended, aging and weather are inaccessible, and the divine light sweeps away everything.”

Along with his words, the light around him instantly blazed several times. Whether it was death or darkness, aging or weather, they were all sealed off by a supreme power.

At the same time, this endless light was still expanding, surging around Hades’ impact.

Hade’s face was incomparably ugly; the crown on his head even trembled, seeming to have reached some kind of limit.

On the contrary, Cleos and Iapetus, the two Titans, had no change of emotion in their eyes, but only prayed fervently for the divine name of the Abyss, pushed their divine power to the utmost, ignoring any injuries, and pounded bravely on the radiant light.

“Great God of the Abyss, you are the Lord of endless Hell; you are the root of thousands of sins … Your name is sacred and forbidden; your form is supreme and supreme… Your will is our eternal direction, and what you will destroy is bound to be destroyed!”

“The strength of God of light is so terrifying, completely suppressing the three great gods. What is the golden book in his hand?”

The gods marveled, their eyes filled with wonder and fear, as they gazed upon the two Titans, who kept on worshipping the name of Abyss.

“Cleos and Iapetus are the most powerful Titans. What exactly happened to them in Tartarus? Why do I feel that they are no longer their Primordial identity?” The gods were horrified.

The Goddess of hearth Hestia there, but also thoughtful, gaze stared at Hades where murmured:

“The Abyss Tartarus, known as the forbidden land of the gods, has never been able to come out after entering. Perhaps, it is not that the Abyss cannot be walked out, but that every god who enters will not want to go out. Even if I walk out, I’m not my original self!”

She was murmuring, the black vortex once again out of a figure.

See that figure, whether in the underworld of Hestia and Demeter or the earth of Zeus, the ocean of Poseidon, Olympus of Hera, and even Hades.

The eyes shuddered, with incomparable hatred and the slightest fear, not too surprised to call out his name: “Cronus!

“Cronus!”