Greek Mythology: I Open a Treasure Chest at Olympus

Chapter 112: Hope

“Goddess Nyx, thank you for stepping in to end all this,” Demeter said respectfully to the black-skirted girl.

The Goddess of darkness gave her a quiet look and smiled: “You should thank this little blond friend; he fought a terrible battle to help your daughter.”

Demeter looked at Apollo and thanked him. “Thank you, Apollo, for everything you’ve done for Persephone.”

Apollo smiled and said to her, “It’s over for now, but Hades’s not going to give up. Take your Persephone home, and be careful.”

“Why don’t you protect me, Apollo, so I don’t have to be afraid?” Persephone clung to Apollo.

The latter gave her a blank look: “Go back quickly, I came to visit the Goddess Nyx, and now there are things to do.”

Persephone’s bright eyes were full of reluctance, but Demeter took her by the hand and led her away.

Looking at this scene, the corners of Hestia’s beautiful mouth emerged a smile, said to Apollo: “I remember when you and Artemis first went to Olympus; I also told you that you can go to me if there are things. Now it seems that it can only be me, the aunt was bullied to come to you.”

Her eyes were filled with emotion.

The teenager who was still young and tender in the past was now a great figure standing at the peak of the gods, and obviously, not much time had passed.

“Aunt Hestia, to say so is out of place; among the many gods of Olympus, you are the elders that my sister and I respect the most,” Apollo said softly.

Hestia smiled and said: “Persephone, there you do not have to worry, I will bring him to the mother goddess, that temple or the former Titan’s divine court of the King of God’s temple, which is a very powerful artifact, the past Typhoon’s Chaos were not able to break there, Hades was not lightly injured, even if forced to break in cannot enter.”

Apollo nodded his head.

Watching her and Persephone leave, Apollo took Cleos and looked at the Goddess of night, who had been standing still.

“Nyx, thank you for waiting,” he said with a sorry face.

Under the thin veil, Nyx smiled and said, “This is not a long time for me. I have existed for a longer time than you can imagine.”

Apollo had to smile.

A god born at two hundred, his time was indeed too short for an ancient being like Nyx, who was born at the beginning of the world and had existed for decades or one million.

After a while, he said: “No matter how long it takes, you cannot change your girlish beauty.”

“Young god, please do not use such words to deceive little girls to joke with the mother of dozens of gods like me because I will take them seriously.” The maiden in the thick long dress and light veil smiled lightly.

Apollo blinked.

He had only made a casual compliment.

But now, more and more felt that this ancient, powerful, and mysterious Goddess of night was indeed like a youthful and lively young girl.

Following behind the hazy and beautiful figure, the stars gradually appeared in front of Apollo’s eyes as if he had come to the night sky.

“You are the God of light. How does it feel to come to a place shrouded in the night?” Nyx asked with a smile.

Looking up at the sky, Apollo said: “The night is not darkness; the sky is full of stars and is also a kind of light.”

“Then I am curious how you will meet my husband.” Nyx eyes with a smile.

“The Lord of darkness, I am curious about him. I do not know if I will have a chance to meet this time.” Apollo’s heart gathers seriousness.

He came to the underworld’s main purpose was to take the darkness of temple of the divine treasure chest, but the darkness of the God Erebus did not know what the problem, had not shown signs.

And favor his wife Nyx, acted very bashful.

One had to wonder if she had murdered her husband.

When she heard his question, the girl in the black dress under the thin veil looked at him deeply for a long time and suddenly said, “Hecate said that you were handsome and could charm the heart of a goddess. That’s true. Smile for me.”

Apollo was stunned.

Since he had become a god, how long had it been since he had been spoken to in such a frivolous tone?

And what he asked was obviously very serious. Why did you evade it with such a joke-like tone?

Vaguely, Apollo could not help but feel a little wary.

Although this Goddess of night acted very easygoing and very close, no one knew what kind of face she was under the veil.

“Apollo, Goddess Nyx!” Hecate’s soft voice was heard in the distance under the night sky. Under the stars, she flew over quickly like an elf in the dark.

When she saw Cleos in Apollo’s hand, she stopped and said, “Is this grandfather? I’ve just arranged for father to come and contact mother. Now, why don’t we call Astraea’s sister’s father too?”

“Not yet; their situation is very wrong; let’s see first.” Apollo shook his head.

Nyx said quietly, “The Tartarus of Abyss is not only physical and regular but also spiritual. Every creature that enters the Tartarus falls into the Abyss and becomes his slave unless he is the Primordial God who can resist him.”

Apollo said, “Cronus is the Primordial God.”

“He fell into the Abyss before he had even begun,” said Nyx, “So he behaves much more rationally than the others, but he still can’t struggle out because the Tartarus has already reached a very high level in the Primordial realm, and it’s not that far away from the highest.”

“The supreme?” Apollo noticed this term.

Nyx said, “This is a state above the Primordial, and of the five of us, only Chaos has achieved it.”

Apollo took down the name, and Hecate asked, “How in the world is it possible to help God Father and the others out of the pit of their souls?”

“I can’t do that either,” Nyx said, shaking his head. “Unless it’s the Supreme Tartarus, the only way to break free is to Tartarus himself.”

Maybe we can try the golden book of light. Apollo thought in his heart but felt that it was not reliable enough.

A three-star divine weapon like the golden book of light corresponds to the Primordial realm. Unless one’s divine realm was promoted to Primordial, it was impossible to exert the power of a senior Primordial God like Tartarus simply by virtue of the power of faith.

Uranus and Cronus, the Primordial Gods they had fought, were only at the lowest level of the Primordial. Compared with the ignorant times, they were already the Tartarus of the real Primordial realm, such as Nyx and so on. There was no doubt that the gap between them was not small.

Uranus was manipulated by Earth Mother Gaea, and Cronus, subject to Tartarus, could be seen.

There was also a ranked difference between the Gods of Primordial realm.

“If you want to help them recover, there is a way,” Nyx said suddenly.

Apollo and Hecate looked at her.

Deep night, shrouded in thin black gauze under the beautiful girl gently:

“Hope!”