Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus

Chapter 11: The Dominance of the God of Oceans and Rivers

Chapter 11: The Dominance of the God of Oceans and Rivers

“I don’t… I don’t believe it!”

“There will be a fire in this world that will burn the sea!”

Achelous shuddered and roared, his blue eyes fixed on the golden figure in the firelight.

“Whether you believe it or not, this pure white flame will not only ignite this sea, but it will ignite everything in your life!”

Amidst the condensation of the flames, Apollo was flying in gold. His fingertips were outlined in pure white, and the blazing heat surged and enveloped the son of the god of the Ocean.

Achelous raised his great sword and slashed forward with all his might.

Boom!

The flames spread, and the huge divine sword showed sign of melting as soon as it touched the pure white color.

Asteria was surprised and said: “This sword is made of deep-sea ice gold. Even Hephaestus’ divine furnace will take several days to smelt it. What kind of flame is this?”

As she spoke, the pure white flame had already melted half of Achelous’ great sword.

The son of the Ocean Lord panicked, dropped his sword, saw an opening, and darted out towards the outside.

“You can’t get away!” Apollo shouted coldly, his figure turned into a ray of light and chased after him.

The pure white fireworks danced splendidly in midair. Like a sharp arrow, it was chasing Achelous.

Feeling the terrifying temperature behind him that distorted the space, Achelous looked horrified and hurriedly dived into the deep sea.

But the pure white flames were chasing after him, and the surrounding seawater quickly evaporated, revealing a hollow, still chasing.

“Father God, save me!”

In desperation, Achelous shouted hoarsely towards the depth of the sea.

Apollo’s face was frozen.

At some unknown time in the distant sky, a huge torrent surrounding the world swept out, and crystal clear waves beat the sky like a belt wrapped to the end of the world.

And in the depth of this huge water wave, there was an older man’s figure. When this figure appeared, the entire ocean was silent.

Be it the waves, the storm, or the sudden rain, they all quieted down as if they had met the most respected king.

King of the Sea!

“Lord of the ocean!”

On Rivia Island, Asteria looked at the old figure with a grave expression.

This was her father’s brother, one of the twelve Titans who overthrew the first king of the gods in the past, a great god who ruled the boundless ocean for an era.

Of course, Apollo knew his identity, but the flame in his hand didn’t stop, and it kept burning toward the Achelous in front of him.

Achelous couldn’t dodge, and pure white flames burned on him. In an instant, they spread all over his body.

The scorching high temperature burned him into a bloody mess, and he let out a painful wailing.

The face of the old figure in the sky changed, and he hurriedly opened his arms, and the endless water waves formed a giant hand to fish out Achelous in the deep sea.

But this giant hand composed of water waves evaporated as soon as it touched the pure white flame on Achelous.

“What kind of fire is this?”

The old figure looked shocked, no longer standing tall in the sky. The figure turned into an endless stream of water flowing into the deep sea.

At the same time, the great river, which was like a belt wrapped around the world, also gradually shrank as if it were a belt around Achelous.

The pure white flame on his body gradually went out.

But Achelous no longer had the human form, his flesh and blood were burned to ashes, his whole body was charred like carbon, and only his skeleton was still intact.

Looking at his son’s miserable appearance, the old figure couldn’t help but be full of anger and looked coldly at Apollo on the sea above.

“Young God, your flame is powerful. Even a god like me, standing at the level of the main god, can’t extinguish it without using the power of the ocean and river.” He said in a soothing tone.

Apollo smiled faintly: “If it wasn’t great, it might be me lying down now, and my father might not come out to save me.”

The old face of Oceanus moved slightly: “Who is your father?”

Apollo looked at the sky above indifferently.

Oceanus’ expression changed: “You are the son of Zeus. Who is your mother?”

“He is the child of my sister and Zeus.” Asteria rushed over with Hecate.

The meteor goddess stared at the ocean ruler with angry eyes: “Uncle Oceanus, I need an explanation from the ocean gods about why Achelous was instructed by Hera to deal with Apollo.”

Oceanus fell silent. He didn’t expect his son to be involved in the family affair of the king of the gods of Olympus.

After thinking for a while, he hesitated and said, “Achelous has already been punished. Let this be over, and I will discipline him.”

Asteria couldn’t help but sneer, “Uncle Oceanus, is this the explanation you want to give me?”

“So, what else do you want an explanation for?”

Lifting his immature son, powerful coercion surged out of Oceanus, covering Apollo and the others.

Apollo felt a majestic and vast weight on his back in an instant, like the sea crushing his back.

He clenched his palms tightly, supported his body with divine power, and straightened his back.

On the other side, Asteria and Hecate were also under enormous pressure. Their bodies were a little hunched, and their cheeks were full of sweat.

Seeing them, Oceanus sneered.

As one of the twelve Titans, once the Lord of the Ocean, his strength was one of the top groups, even among the main gods.

A mere three young gods, who were not even main gods, dared to question themselves.

At this moment, Hecate, who was struggling to get support, was suddenly filled with vast and mysterious power.

Suddenly, the sky was shrouded in eternal darkness.

The deathly silence was like a lullaby playing in the air.

“The Lord of the Night!” Oceanus shouted in fear.