Greek Mythology: I Open a Treasure Chest at Olympus

Chapter 120: Terrorizing Siege

The three kings stood together.

Apollo’s golden eyes stared down at the vast expanse of the universe, which was sealed off by an ice-cold air-conditioner. The surrounding sky and land were all blurry and seemed to be completely cut off. Unless the Primordial God, otherwise, no god would be aware of what was happening here.

Elysian Paradise turned into a tall crown, and Hades’ dark eyes filled with anger and hate, “Apollo, be my enemy, and I will make you pay today!”

Seemingly unwilling to say more, the Lord of Underworld took the lead.

Endless death breath, like a burning flame, furiously engulfed the golden figure standing bright.

Long before he struck, Apollo’s hand emerged a golden book; turning the pages, the mouth solemnly said: “I am the Lord of light, I am the Main God, and there is no room for darkness or death in my sight, and those who defy my will fall into the eternal twilight.”

Lines of writing suddenly appeared on the shining golden book.

The brilliant flood of light, with a monstrous momentum, surged on the thick death.

At the same time, the deep dusk twilight, with decay and doom, like layers of shadows and curtains, over the head of the Lord of Underworld.

Although Apollo was only the ultimate god, the golden book of light was the top Primordial divine weapon. The power of faith and the power of light, at the same time, burst out as if Cronus and other Primordial Gods were above the terrifying power.

The vastness of the light-filled in the black lacquer power of death; the divine breath will purify them.

And that thick twilight, heavy decay, and the power of doom also made the crown of Hade’s shake.

Even with the power of Elysian Paradise, he was only half a Primordial, but because Hades itself was a small independent world, his strength of this half-Primordial to far beyond the stream of Pontos was barely comparable to the real Primordial.

But at this moment, under the full force of Apollo’s strike, he still quickly fell into harm.

Gritting his teeth, Hades used the power of the King of Underworld to slightly suppress some of the power of light, and only then did he stabilize his position.

At this time, Zeus and Poseidon finally took action.

The first was Poseidon, Ocean Emperor wielding a trident, surrounded by the waves of the sea, blue cloak flying in the wind, against the sturdy body, tall and brave.

“Apollo, if you do not want to interfere with my ocean, I would not be willing to go this far to blame yourself!”

Poseidon drank, the Sea Emperor’s authority under the empowerment, the boundless waves of the sea overturned the sky, and an incomparable surge of great power swept the light.

Golden eyes lightly raised, Apollo faintly glanced at him: “Compared to your two brothers, you are too far behind.”

Without further confusion, the stars in Apollo’s body flashed, and the outline of the vast starry sky appeared, and the power of the Etheric Divine Body surged, and the boundless waves were instantly suppressed.

Poseidon’s face changed, and his trident shone brightly as he stabbed at the golden figure standing in the light.

But only halfway forward, there was a brilliant torrent of a sweep, trip, and fall in the waves, the body in a mess.

At this point, Zeus finally struck.

The King of Gods was surrounded by lightning; his figure was as magnificent as the sky, intertwined with violence and destruction, emitting the great aura of ruling everything, dominating everything.

The King of Gods’ authority was instantly activated.

“I think Hades should have provided you with a way to deal with ‘pollution’. I will not try.” Apollo faintly gazed at Zeus, wrapped in lightning. His expression was full of the blandness of mastering everything.

Boom!

His right hand gently pulled at the void, burning with the fire of extinction of the mottled rusty sword, instantly letting this blocked space, as ignited by the light and heat of destruction, fill.

Zeus’s eyes gaze at the King of Gods’ power under the empowerment, a much thick lightning bolt furiously cleaved to the golden figure within the light.

But the burning dappled rusty sword, light flash against the lightning, the majestic Etheric power urged, and the monstrous fire red instantly ignited the splitting lightning.

Snort!

The fiery red sword light cut through the void, pierced through the rules and order, and pointed directly at the chest of the King of Gods.

Clang!

The bright spear symbolizing the supreme power of the divine court, under the interweaving of lightning and thunder, carried unparalleled power and met with the fiery red sword light, shooting out endless sparks.

The blazing flames burned the world, and the terrifying heat made the space distorted.

And the sword light that erased all things was majestic and peerless.

The King of Gods shivered his hand, and the color of his lightning spear dimmed.

A blazing flame cut through his chest, leaving a scorched black mark.

“What a terrible sword!” Zeus said with an ugly face.

“If you don’t show your full strength again, the next sword will pierce your throat.” Apollo’s golden eyes gazed at him with profound depth.

“Haha, if you can kill me, then you are the fourth-generation King of Gods!” Zeus shouted wildly, and a terrifying wave abruptly surged out of his body.

Endless bright lightning bolts rioted in an instant.

A bolt of thunder, like snakes in the air interwoven walk, filled with the destruction of the gas machine, but also in the evolution of a side of the world of thunder.

“The breath of Primordial…” Apollo said in a low voice.

“Yes, although there are many ripples, I still step into such a field.” In the lightning dazzle, Zeus said icily.

Having completely absorbed the remaining power from Dionysus’ predecessor, this three-generation King of Gods had finally taken a crucial step, condensing the root of thunder and becoming the Primordial God.

Of course, such a rank was actually false.

Because his roots were supported by the roots of other gods, he just added a little divine power of his own.

Such a Primordial was a false Primordial, although his battle power was not inferior to the real Primordial; in the future, if he wanted to go further, there was no other possibility unless he dispersed the current false Primordial and reunited the real primordial.

Such a price was huge.

But Zeus could no longer care so much.

At this moment, he had only destruction in his eyes, only killing.

He wanted to destroy the most hateful son who stood in his way of ruling the entire world before his eyes.

“Die!”

The King of Gods’ figure vanished, merging into the infinite lightning and thunder, his bright spear raised high, the boundless power as vast as the sky, majestic and terrifying.

Boom Boom Boom!

A lightning bolt cut through the void, containing the great will to destroy all things and judge the gods, interwoven into an ocean-like thunder, furiously sweeping the place where Apollo stood.

The brilliant light was completely covered by the dark clouds of lightning.

Apollo’s golden eyes remained calm, the hand burning with brilliant flames of the mottled rusty sword abruptly cut the sky and rise.

Continuous miles of sword light penetrated space, piercing the order with the terrifying fluctuations belonging to the destruction, violently shaking the raging sea of thunder.

The bright thunder and lightning of the ocean were torn out of a mouth.

Zeus’s face couldn’t help but change, divine power and power to the extreme, lightning spear trembling, spewing countless thunder, splitting sword and fire.

And the other side of Hades and Poseidon also had the same divine power and power to the extreme, the power of profound death, the monstrous waves of shock, and the constant impact of Apollo.

The golden book of light diffused more magnificent power; Apollo, to the power of the raging into the burning molten rusty sword, cut swept eight directions.

Let the lightning, death, and the shock of the waves stand the handsome figure of the light, firm and immovable.

Fight against the three kings alone.

In the darkest Abyss, Tartarus could not help but sigh: “What a young and powerful god; even we can only be this level, right, Nyx?”

In the darkness of the night, the black-skirted girl with a beautiful face covered by a thin veil, silently gazing at the stars, said softly: “Of course, he is a very good god, otherwise how can he enter my eyes, but you seem very confident that you can take him?”

“Of course, we have this confidence.”

In the palace deep in the earth, the Earth Mother Gaea, with her long earth-yellow dress, had a chill on her face.

She smiled as she watched the battle outside the underworld. “There’s no way he’s going to survive this round,” she said. “This is just the beginning.”

As she murmured, three giants with a hundred arms, taller than a mountain peak, emitting a strong earth aura, approached the outer edge of the underworld.