Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus

Chapter 41: The Shock of the Gods

Chapter 41: The Shock of the Gods

“What’s going on here, why are these stars so bright?”

“What a dense star fluctuation; what is the Lord of the Stars leading his children to do?”

The gods all over the world looked up at the starry sky, their faces full of surprise.

On Mount Olympus, Zeus, who was sitting high in the temple, suddenly raised his eyes. He was surrounded by thunder, filled with terrifying fluctuations.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he wondered: Astraeus has always been quiet, so did he make such a big move today?

With doubts, he turned his eyes to the vast starry sky.

He saw a magnificent figure standing in the sky, and the vast divine power guided the stars to twinkle.

Under the guidance of the magnificent figure Astraeus, the bright stars exuded rich starlight, and a golden figure was covered in the light of the stars.

“Apollo!”

Zeus’s expression changed suddenly; he didn’t expect this.

“What is he doing? The power of the stars of Astraeus is one of the most violent forces in the world, even I dare not bear it lightly, but he seems to be actively guiding the power of the stars into his body. ”

“No… With the power of the stars, the sun-like light on his body is getting more and more intense.”

The King of the Gods soon found out what was going on.

He suddenly stood up from the throne while his eyes were fixed on the starry sky outside.

As the bright stars flickered, the endless power of the stars gathered on the golden figure in the center.

Apollo felt every cell in his body, every tiniest particle, vibrating.

Under the baptism of the endless power of the stars, miraculous divine changes were happening.

It became like a star that lit up the night sky.

It was initially very dim, but with the increase in the number of stars, the light in his body became more and more fiery, like a flame burning.

A dazzling golden light suddenly rose in the vast sky.

The gods and mortal creatures on earth were surprised to find that a golden sun slowly appeared in the night sky where the stars were shining, and the brilliance became more and more blazing.

With the passage of time, the light of the stars gradually dimmed, and only the golden sun became more and more brilliant.

Its light overshadowed the glory of the stars and hovered alone in the vast sky.

On this day, the sun rose early.

Looking at this miraculous scene, the mortals on earth knelt down in fear and prayed to the gods, trying to get instructions.

They didn’t know that the gods of Olympus were also shocked.

In the temple of the god of war, Ares stared at the starry sky in the daytime and said with hatred: “Why have you become stronger again, am I destined to be inferior to you?”

“No, I am the God of war. I will defeat all opponents!”

In the bright temple, his roar continued one after another.

In the moon chariot.

The moon goddess Selene looked at the brilliance on his body that was first dimmed by the stars and then covered by the blazing sun. She couldn’t help biting her lips and looked at her brother, the sun god Helios, who had the same livid face.

The latter let out a resigned roar: “Those foolish mortals, calling him the sun god again, I am the true God of the Sun!”

In the Dark Underworld.

Hecate, who was talking about things with Hades, suddenly had her eyes lit up and gazed at the dazzling light of the stars.

You heartless fellow, didn’t you know that you hadn’t come to see me for too long? In order for me to be able to see you, you made such an agitation every three days?

She said with a bit of resentment in her heart.

Her bright eyes were brighter than the stars.

On the edge of the world, in the endless ocean and river.

Staring at the surging water waves in front of him, a monstrous hatred suddenly appeared on Oceanus’ face.

“Achelous, my son, Father God will never let your enemy win, so what if he’s stronger now…”

“Sooner or later, I will make him buried in this endless ocean and river!”

The roar full of anger instantly shook the entire ocean and river, stirring up endless waves.

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Apollo, my brother, my twin spirit, you are indeed always the most dazzling sun. The stars and the silver moon can only be dimmed in front of you.

On Mount Olympus, Artemis stared at the sky with a smile on her face.

A series of eyes, either in amazement or expectation, or jealousy or love, all converged in the starry sky.

The dazzling sun was right there.

Whether I care or not, he will always hang over my head and blossom with the brightest light.

“It can’t go on like this.”

In the hall of the King of Gods, Zeus stood with a gloomy face.

Suddenly, he appeared in an ancient temple.

The light in this hall was very dim, there was a simple weaving bed, and three figures were sitting next to it, concentrating on weaving invisible silk threads.

Rows of candles were lit on both sides, and the faces of the three figures became clear under the candlelight.

Sitting in the middle was an old woman with white hair, wearing a simple floral dress, with a hunched body, wrinkles on her face, and an air of decay.

On her left hand was a middle-aged woman. Her eyes were cloudy, but her hands and feet were very neat, and she kept weaving and spinning.

On the right-hand side of the old woman was a young girl. She looked lively, cute and full of energy, but her clear eyes seemed to be examining the past and the future.

The arrival of Zeus did not stop them from working.

Zeus didn’t care, either. After watching for a while. He asked aloud, “Atropos, how is the preparation for ‘one day fruit’?”

The old woman replied hoarsely and slowly: “It’s done, but are you really ready, King of the Gods?”

Zeus sneered: “It was Gaea and the others who forced me. This time will be the opportunity for me to set foot in the Primordial Domain. If I don’t do this, sooner or later, I will end up in the same fate as Uranus and Cronus.”

This is your absurdity, always trying to control your destiny, but everything you do will only make you more and more controlled by destiny.

Those who try to play with fate will eventually be played with by fate.

Under the dim candlelight, the old woman’s eyes were deep.

With impatience on his face, Zeus asked again, “How is the preparation of the thread of Apollo’s destiny that you were told to weave?”

The old woman’s face suddenly became strange.

“What’s wrong?” Zeus frowned.

But suddenly, he saw that the old women slowly turned their heads and stared at each other with cloudy eyes.

“His destiny… is very odd!”

……

The light of the stars was still shining.

The dazzling golden light was still burning on Apollo’s body like a flame.

Astraea gazed intently at the center of the starry sky.

The golden figure was so divine and radiant that the light shone through everything.

Suddenly, her father stopped moving.

“It’s strange; he is no longer absorbing the power of the stars,” Astraeus told the star gods to stop.

Astraea gazed over worriedly.

In the bright golden light, Apollo suddenly opened his eyes.

A vast momentum swept across the galaxy in an instant, the void distorted, and the heaven shook.