Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus - Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Hecate’s Warmth

“Great God of light, You are the brightest star in the vast and wide sky; you are the Lord of mercy and discernment …”

“Your light pervades the past and future, travels in the sky, earth, sea, and in the hearts of all spirits …”

In the spiritual Abyss covered by the swamp of shadows, the spirits of Perseus and Cleos kept reciting the names that belonged to the light.

They hypnotized themselves and made themselves completely ‘believe’ in light.

Amidst the sound of devout prayers, an illusory and solid holy spirit gradually appeared in the swamp of shadows, with golden eyes gazing around.

Buzz!

Seeming to feel the invasion of outsiders, the profound Abyss of the mind suddenly rioted.

The dark swamp of shadow emerged with a distorted and blurred giant face, with a deep foul and scary aura surging towards the illusory holy spirit.

“Lord of endless Hell, the source of thousands of sins, combining forbidden and divine in one, destined to pollute everything and dominate all!”

The twisted giant face emitted a terrifying chanting sound, and the dark swamp, like boiling soup, sprouted a huge bubble, transforming into a hideous monster with some resemblance to Typhon, killing out viciously.

Shrouded in brilliant light, the golden holy spirit stared indifferently at the incoming abyssal power, his handsome cheeks with sacredness, holding a golden book in his hand, and issued a solemn proclamation.

“All lands where the light shines, whether material or abstract, as long as they believe in the light, are blessed by the light and do not fall into the Abyss of darkness.”

At the end of the sentence, a magnificent light splendidly enveloped the spirits of Perseus and Cleos, and the golden booklet turned page by page, blooming with bright light.

At the same time, that spread to the holy spirit’s defilement and fallen power, but also in the light covered with incomparable vulnerability.

Roar!

A hideous monster emerged from the dark swamp, roaring with fierce cries and rushing towards the illusory holy spirit with teeth and claws.

A sudden burst of light enveloped them, and these hideous monsters, like mud men, plunged into the sea, melted into sludge one by one, and tumbled on the ground.

“The Abyss of darkness is ultimately only a momentary in, only the eternal light that shines universally on all things and all nothing, whether material or immaterial, existing or non-existing, wherever there is faith in the light, all are within reach of the gaze of the spirit of light.”

The illusory holy spirit was like a god coming out of an oil painting, holding a book of light, with a face full of majesty.

The golden eyes pierce through time and look down on the existence of nothingness, matter, and spiritual bodies, where all light enveloped.

The trinity of father, son, and holy spirit, the first two of which could have a physical existence, left only the holy spirit between being and non-being, substance and abstraction.

He was the spirit who walked among all the spirits, the incarnation of light that was everywhere and nowhere, the source of divinity, and he was present in the heart of every believer in light so that all things had divinity.

Abyss of Tartarus was difficult to confront with other powers and forces in the outside world, but to the holy spirit, who existed in the depth of spirit, it was a real and unreal external aggressor.

It could be directly confronted and suppressed with the will of supreme greatness.

“Follow the guidance of the light, O spirits trapped in the Abyss, for ahead of you is the light, the hope!”

The divine voice echoed in the spirit of Perseus and Cleos, who were trapped in the Abyss, and they awoke with a start, gazing out into the glorious world around them.

Splendid as brilliant gold light, sprinkled in the vast emptiness, paving an illusory and real path to guide them ahead.

“Great God of light, you are the brightest star in the vast sky; you are the Lord of mercy and discernment …”

“Your light pervades the past and the future and travels through the heavens, earth, sea, and hearts of all spirits…”

In a trance, the spirits of Perseus and Cleos were full of piety, and they kept chanting the names that belonged to the light and went outside along the golden road of light.

“Abominable light!” Twisted giant face issued a mournful roar, pounds of filth and fallen power, intertwined miserable green and pitch black, raging impact on the light where.

“You are just a wisp of the Abyss. How can you fight against the spirit of light?”

The golden eyes indifferently swept towards it, a golden light like a burning flame surging to cover the distorted giant face.

The giant face was like a plastic bag burned by the heat, suddenly twisted out of countless wrinkles, curved, emitting a nuisance sound.

A low and terrifying roar echoed in this space, belonging to the spirit.

But the father, son, and holy spirit were three in one, and what the holy spirit possessed was a great power equal to Apollo.

It was just a little spirituality of Abyss, completely unable to match such power.

Covered with brilliant light, the distorted giant face soon turned into ashes.

And the shadows of the earth and the bogs dried up and disappeared.

In the outer world, Perseus and Cleos suddenly opened their eyes to gaze excitedly around them.

“Huh, it seems like it’s really coming back.”

Nyx said in surprise, veil-covered beautiful cheeks with a hint of shock. Night-like deep eyes gazed closely at the golden figure standing quietly in front, suffused with infinite sacred and light breath.

Hearing the words of the Goddess of night, Asteria and Hecate hurried to the side of Perseus and Cleos.

God of destruction and the God of weather, who had just woken up, seemed to have not yet recovered, scanned the surroundings for a moment, and gave a smile to Asteria and the two of them.

The two pairs of eyes, however, were full of awe and devotion, gazing at the handsome figure not far away, holding a golden book, sacred and magnificent.

Although the hypnosis on the self had been lifted, the splendid holy spirit line in their hearts, leaving a faint imprint, the two gods couldn’t help but to this golden figure full of a sense of awe and trust.

Noticing their gaze, Apollo put away the golden book of light in his hand, converging some of the rhythms of light, and walked silently to Nyx.

Apollo was a little farther away; Perseus and Cleos only returned to their senses and chatted cordially with Asteria and Hecate.

Nyx smiled gently, and his starry eyes, dotted in the night, gazed brightly at the blond boy: “How did you just do that?”

“The spirit of light walks in the hearts of all spirits, and the God of light descends within all spirits,” Apollo whispered with the air of a godly man.

Nyx gave him a blank look, but the attitude was gradually filled with equality.

Earlier, although she treated Apollo and the others with a very amiable look, she only saw Apollo as a powerful and excellent descendant god.

There was still a gap between the old Main Gods like her.

But at this moment, feeling the golden figure in front of the faint ‘supreme’ rhyme, she no longer dared to see this handsome young man as a descendant god.

But he was powerful enough to compare with itself.

After communicating with Nyx for a while, Apollo walked alone to a room facing the starry sky.

Hecate was reunited with the Asteria family, and it was not a good time for him to be around.

Quietly gazing at the bright stars in the sky, his eyes suddenly moved.

Turning his head to look at the light, Hecate stood, her mouth holding a faint smile,  beautiful face overflowing with happiness.

“Why don’t you accompany your Father God?” Apollo asked.

“It’s fine to have his mother with him. The time I’ve spent with him has not been with you for a long time.” Hecate suddenly snuggled into the arms of the blond boy, her clear eyes staring lightly at the stars.

Feeling the softness in his arms and the faint fragrance, Apollo could not help but hug her tighter.

Hecate looked at his golden eyes with a smile, rubbed the handsome angular cheeks with her delicate fingertips, and said gently: “You still look so good; it is the greatest luck of my life to meet you.”

“It’s also my luck to have you with me.” Apollo’s gaze gently swept over her cheeks.

Hecate pursed her lips and said softly: “Thank you for helping me to find my father and grandfather so that they are free from the Abyss.”

“Your father and grandfather do not have anything to do with me?” Apollo smiled.

“Father God and they said that when they entered the Abyss, they gradually got lost in it, and without knowing what was poured into them, their divine power increased very fast.” Hecate suddenly remembered something and said to him with a slight seriousness.

“Infused with what, the divine power grows faster?” Apollo’s golden eyes flashed lightly.

Generally speaking, the rank and divine power of the gods were limited by the bloodline.

Things that could help the gods to enhance their power were not absent, but they were all very precious.

But it seemed that for every god that entered Tartarus, the power increased dramatically.

And these were the Mian Gods, not just any gods.

The things that could make them gain such progress must be extraordinary.

There are still many secrets hidden in Tartarus, Apollo murmured in his heart.

But his face was smiling, and his fingertips brushed through Hecate’s light hair, “I don’t want to talk about that now.”

“Then how about talking about this…” Hecate’s face suddenly emerged a faint blush, clear eyes flooded with deep watery feelings as if to make up her mind what to do, tightly hug the teenager.

Apollo understood her heart; the brilliant light gently enveloped him and her.

Secluded night, charming dream, like crisp song, long fluttering in the starry light.