Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus

Chapter 68: Quickly invite Apollo, the God of Light!

Chapter 68: Quickly invite Apollo, the God of Light!

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Chapter 68: Quickly invite Apollo, the God of Light!

“Everyone, hurry up and hunt down these gods.”

“Hey, after many years, we finally have a chance to taste the blood and flesh of the gods.”

Numerous monsters laughed bloodthirstily and wildly, and the monstrous fury filled and diffused, making Olympus, the Immortal divine mountain at the center of the world, completely lose its former luster.

The gods looked sadly at the homes occupied by the monsters and fled in haste.

Terror and helplessness filled their hearts.

Olympus had fallen.

Typhon was so powerful and terrifying that even the King of Gods was defeated and had his limbs torn off.

Typhon’s strange green light hit the gods, their power and authority faded, and their battle power was reduced to half of their real strength.

Even the monsters under Typhon were powerless against Typhon.

Is this how the world-ruling Olympus court died?

Not overthrown by a new generation of gods, but died at the hands of demons and monsters?

The gods could not accept such an ending.

They were born to be honored gods; how could they bow to the hands of monsters?

But now, the King of God may have died in battle. But who else could save Olympus?

No one had an answer; the gods were either running for their lives or changing into flying birds and swimming fish to escape the pursuit of Typhon’s children.

“Your majesty the King of God!”

It was hard to escape the pursuit of Typhon’s sons and grandsons, and in a forest, the God Queen Hera collapsed on the ground in grief, crying for her husband.

Looking at her desperate and grief-stricken appearance, all the gods could not help but be moved.

In the past, the various contradictions between the God Queen and the King of God were viewed as a joke.

But now, in this hideous condition, the gods were most frightened, for the King of God cries out in fear that only Hera.

“Sister, Zeus is the King of Gods, and he will not fall like this.” Demeter, the Goddess of agriculture, comforted her, hugging her daughter Persephone tightly.

With a firm tone, Ares is also rare not to make her angry: “Father God is the greatest of all.

“Father God is the greatest King of Gods. Typhon only used despicable means to win this game; for the time being, he can’t help Father God. When we recover our godly power, we can go and defeat him and save Father God.”

“Defeat Typhon and save the King of God?” Hera murmured these two sentences, her face white and gloomy, “Earlier in Olympus, many gods failed to win over Typhon. Can we win over him by regrouping?”

This question made the present gods silent down.

As powerful as Zeus, he was defeated by Typhon.

Who would dare to say that he could defeat Typhon?

Themis, the Goddess of justice, said: “Perhaps we can go to Poseidon and Hades and the Mother goddess Gaea.”

These words lit up the eyes of gods present in Mount Olumpus.

Hades, the King of Underworld, and the sea King Poseidon, were powerful with the King of Gods, and the Earth Mother, Gaea, was the grandmother of the gods, one of the Main Gods.

If you could get the help of these gods, the fight against Typhon would have some hope.

Hera shook her head and denied: “Typhon is the son of Earth Mother Gaea; she did not help. Typhon is already lucky; asking her for help is impossible.”

“As for Hades and Poseidon, if they had the intention to rescue, they should have appeared when Typhon defeated the King of God; they have not appeared yet, because they want to see the joke or they are simply unable to help.”

Calm down from their grief, Hera regained the wisdom of the gods after the analysis of the current situation but came to a more desperate conclusion.

“But besides the Earth Mother, the King of Underworld, and the Sea Emperor, who else among the gods can help us?” The gods were at a loss.

Hera was also bewildered and frowned tightly.

At that moment, the graceful Athena flew down from the sky and said in a deep voice.

“I do have a candidate here. If we can ask him to do it, together with our power, there will be hope to defeat Typhon.”

The gods looked at the Goddess of wisdom with excited eyes.

Earlier, everyone was hit by Typhon’s strange green light, their divine power was weakened, and they were trapped by demon monsters.

This seemingly delicate maiden saved the day and opened the way for the gods to live.

After that, she asked everyone to break the back, which enabled the gods to get rid of the demon siege.

At this moment, in the hearts of gods, Athena’s prestige was simply only straight after the life and death of Zeus.

Even the most cynical of Athena Ares’s eyes were no longer the usual disgust but full of expectations.

Under the gaze of the gods, Athena slowly said: “I said the person who can confront Typhon is the God of light, Apollo.”

“Apollo, the God of light, is indeed a very suitable candidate, strong, no less than the King of God. But he just had a big battle with the King of God, now go and invite him.”

Hearing this name, the gods looked at each other, both moved and hesitant.

Hera first questioned: “This is better to go to Hade’s and Poseidon; although Apollo is a certain strength, he previously disobeyed the King of God and is now still in Delphi to receive punishment, not to mention whether we are willing to ask him for help, he would not help us.”

“Does the God Queen think so, or are you afraid that Apollo will make things difficult for you because of the previous hatred?” Athena’s eyes lightly flash, with a sharp questioning language.

Hera’s face was a little hard to see the gods watching; she gritted her teeth and said: “I have such considerations:

“But I’m telling the truth. If Apollo is willing to help defeat Typhon and rescue the King of God, it’s fine even if I kneel before him and beg him, but will he agree?”

“With this word from you, goddess Hera, I can guarantee that I will be able to convince him to do it,” Athena spoke with a light smile, bright eyes overflowing with certainty.

Seeing her confidence, the other gods present looked at each other and nodded in agreement: “Then go to Apollo and ask him to fight against Typhon.”

Only Hera and Ares, a few gods, face full of reluctance.

But no one cared what they thought at this time.

The image of Zeus being torn apart by Typhon’s limbs was vivid in the minds of all the gods.

Except for a few gods, most of them felt that Zeus must have died.

The most important thing in this situation was to embrace a new King of God to lead the gods against Typhon.

As the son of Zeus, Apollo, who was handsome, elegant, and powerful, would have been the most suitable candidate among the Main Gods.

Most of the gods of Olympus had a good feeling about Apollo before but also worried about Zeus; now, even if he was not dead, was not far from death; who cares so much?

At least this was also the real Olympus Main God, better than the King of Sea, Poseidon, and the King of Underworld, Hades, on the throne; it seemed that no one on Olympus looked good.

“God of light, Apollo, you are the last hope of Olympus!”

With such thoughts in mind, the gods rushed to Delphi at breakneck speed.

Mount Olympus.

Typhon shrank his figure and sat on the throne in the temple of the King of God.

Overlooking the gods’ home below, which the monster had made a mess of, his hundred heads let out a cold laugh at the same time.

“The so-called throne of the King of God is nothing more than that.”

So he called a few monsters and asked: “Has Zeus locked up?”

“According to your father’s instructions, he has been locked up in a hidden place where no one will know.” The sphinx replied.

She was one of the few cultural monsters among Typhon’s descendants who was very knowledgeable and erudite and trusted by Typhon.

Seeing her answer, Typhon nodded with satisfaction: “Let Kerberos keep a good guard there, and when I return from the temple of the Goddess of fate, then deal with Zeus.”

“Father is going to the temple of the Goddess of fate?” The face of the Sphinx wore a worried look.

Typhon, who knew the heir very well, frowned and said, “Just say what you want to say.”

Then Sphinx said, “As far as I know, the force of fate is the most mysterious and irresistible force in the world, and the three fates are the most mysterious and unknowable beings among the gods, and I think they may be hiding some terrible trap.”

“Haha, even Zeus is not my opponent; how can there be any trap in this world that can threaten me?” Typhon laughed at the same time from a hundred heads, “Not to mention that Zeus is favored by fate. If you can’t figure out the details of the power of fate, I can never kill him.”

“Father God went to the temple of the Goddess of fate to find a way to kill Zeus, so why take the risk.”

“Have you forgotten the sword in the hand of that son of Zeus in that great battle not long ago? At that time, Zeus was almost killed without the power of fate to protect him!”

Sphinx’s voice was like a thunderclap in the mind of Typhon.

Typhon stood up sharply, lined up his hands on the seat, and said: “Yes, that sword! That is a symbol of the most absolute destruction, the sword of destruction, and it seems to be able to threaten the life of Zeus!”

He was a little excited and said to himself: “What is the name of that son of Zeus? It seems to be called Apollo.”

Typhon recalled that his daughter, the Harpy, came in and reported, “Father, the gods of Olympus have fled to a human city-state called Delphi. They seem to be looking for a god called Apollo to oppose you.”

Typhon’s two hundred eyes steeply opened at the same time.

Looking around at the many children and grandchildren below, he coldly ordered: “Gather everyone, follow me to Delphi, and seize the sacred sword.”