Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus - Chapter 122

Chapter 122:  Lord of Light, against Earth Mother

In the midst of the blazing light and heat, Zeus’ face was the first to change wildly.

“Such an aura?”

The King of Gods, with disbelief in his eyes, fought to urge lightning and thunder. Furious thunderbolts blasted down outside the field of light.

But as if the flame-burning brilliant light spread the sky, magnificent to the extreme, like a wall, cold stood around the golden figure.

Any thunder bombardment or lightning strikes, difficult to shake a hint.

The endless and monstrous light tore open the blockade of the surrounding space, instantly sprinkled in every corner of the world.

In the Abyssal hell, the profound figure of Tartarus was stunned. His face was astonished: He was promoted to the Primordial realm in the battle. How is this possible? How old is he?

The Lord of Abyss could not believe it.

Before, Apollo’s battle power was certainly amazing, but he could see that it relied on a powerful divine body, and the power of two divine weapons was superimposed.

Although that divine body was terrifying, it was comparable to the Primordial.

But as long as the divine power aspect did not promote the Primordial, then he was not considered a true Primordial God, the master of the world.

But now, he had completed the promotion in the battle.

Tartarus was inwardly shocked.

“I told you he was not so easily defeated.”

Under a starry night, Nyx gazed across the underworld with a veil over her beautiful face and a serenade-like smile.

But although her face was calm, the heart of the Goddess of night was actually full of surprise at the moment.

The Primordial Gods, the strongest realm at the top of the gods, were so easily trodden upon.

With the exception of a few innate primitives, who, like Uranus or Cronus, did not spend tens or even hundreds of thousands of years laboriously crossing such a threshold?

She sighed as she felt the bright light that swept over every corner of the world. “The Lord of light… Light is on the other side of the darkness, Erebus. What do you think of him?”

The deadly darkness of temple, sitting tall on the throne of the tall thin figure, still did not make a half sound.

Not far from her, on the outskirts of the realm of the night, Hecate and Astraea, who had been anxiously looking out of underworld.

When they perceived the light shining brighter than the sun, they abruptly hugged together, their beautiful faces filled with happy smiles.

“I knew he was the only sun in the sky,” Astraea said with pride in her eyes.

The moment the brilliant light swept through the world.

In Olympus, many gods were startled one by one, overwhelmed to feel the power of light that enveloped the entire universe, shocked and filled with horror at the same time.

“Such power, completely beyond the domain of the divine lord now, this is… Primordial!” The Goddess of justice, Themis, said dumbly.

“Primordial?” Hera, Ares, Hermes, and other gods, chanted this term in surprise.

A face swirled with horror.

“Such a dense power of light, if it is said that a god has been promoted to the Primordial, it can only be…” Hera trembled and fell to sit on the throne; in a moment, she aged several years.

And on the other side of Olympus, the silver moon luster of the hunting Goddess temple was polishing the bow and arrow. Artemis suddenly raised her flawless crystal cheeks, and cold eyes stared blankly at the sky.

Feeling the familiar warmth of the light in the sky, the corners of her beautiful mouth gently hooked into a smile.

Radiant silver hair hanging low, her tall figure opened her white arms, gently embracing the brilliant light with incomparable pride and warmth in the corners of her eyes.

Not far from here, in the temple of the Goddess of wisdom, was listening to the report of Nike, full of brilliant glory of the Goddess of wisdom Athena suddenly raised her white chin.

A pair of bright eyes full of wisdom gently swept the brightness of sky; she suddenly issued a complex light sigh.

The sigh was filled with joy, surprise, and a trace of relief and loneliness.

Beside her, the same dazzling blonde hair of the Goddess of victory Nike covered her cheeks with pride and confidence. Suddenly, her mouth opened wide.

After a long while, he sighed softly: “It seems that he is indeed not an ordinary god, as expected of you, Athena.”

The Goddess of wisdom smiled at her and shook her head.

“I didn’t choose him, but he was the most dazzling star in the vast sky, the sun!”

Sky, earth, sea, underworld… countless spirits were shaken by the boundless light that swept across the world, one by one, following the source and casting their eyes to the outer reach of underworld.

He looked at the golden figure shrouded in infinite light, surrounded by the three kings and the three hundred-armed giants exuding a strong earth breath.

Shock, exclamation, horror, awe, admiration… All kinds of expressions appeared on the faces of gods.

And for the countless mortals on the vast earth, at this moment, they were only excited to kneel and worship.

In Delphi, the priestess of light, Thekasha, dressed in pure white, knelt before the altar of the majestic temple.

Below she was countless believers of light.

There were also those who could not reach the temple in time. Thousands of people from Delphi’s entire city-state, whether gathered at the temple or at home, dropped everything on the way.

Prostrate kneeling in the sky under the light, the right fist lightly knocked their eyebrow and recited that belongs to the name of the light.

On the altar, the beautiful and sacred priestess Thekasha suddenly exclaimed, “The great God of light is greater than great. He is the source of all light and heat, the symbol of dawn and beauty, the Lord of light!”

“Lord of light!”

Thousands of believers simultaneously followed her in shouting this name.

In a trance, every one of them saw that handsome and divine magnificent figure before their eyes.

It was like his spirit, running in the heart of every spirit.

Not Just Delphi, in Athens, in Sparta, in the Amazon, in Paret, in Troy… In and out of dozens and hundreds of cities, kings, and slaves, men and women, old and young, believers in the light, and other gods.

At this moment, facing this brilliant light that enveloped the entire world, bathed in the warmth of the divine.

All living beings couldn’t help but fall to their knees and chant the name belonging to the light.

A milky white faith, converging in the brilliant golden book, converged on the illusory beings running at the heart of every believer.

In the deepest part of the vast light, Apollo silently opened his golden eyes.

At this moment, he felt that the whole world was connecting with him.

No, it was the whole world that was clinging to him.

He was an integral part of the world.

He was the source of light, deriving thousands of powers and symbols.

Without him, the sun would be extinguished, the stars would be dimmed, the world would fall into a bitter winter, and everything would be eternally dark.

He was both light and warmth, both dawn and hope.

The world couldn’t control him because he made up the world.

He was the Primordial; he was the Lord of light!

Boom!

The golden eyes suddenly raised the golden book of light vibrated, and the blazing light swept toward Zeus.

The King of Gods, with gloom in his eyes, urged a lightning bolt to strike over.

But in the thick light of the rampage, this intertwined with the destruction and violence of lightning, instantly destroyed and shattered.

Apollo was originally the limit of the Main God, only half a step away from the real Primordial, more original Primordial bloodline power.

At that moment, he ascended into the distance with the source of light, fully activating the power of his bloodline. In an instant, he crossed the threshold of entry into the Primordial realm, transcending the Divine Kings of Cronus and Uranus and reaching the higher and deeper levels of the Primordial realm, only the Tartarus, the old Gaea Primordial God.

At this moment, this powerful Primordial divine weapon, the light golden book, and the outbreak of power could be described as monstrous.

The King of Gods was pale, and the bright lightning spear in his hand seemed to have reached its limit in the blazing light.

On the other side, Hades and Poseidon were also helpless under the mighty power of light.

The deep power of death was covered by infinite light, and twilight covered the head of the Lord of Underworld, and his crown trembled and almost fell.

And the Ocean Emperor was even more difficult to support. His strength in the three kings was the worst at this moment, although he desperately rolled up the monstrous waves.

But such waves in front of the infinite light enveloped the entire universe, but like a small river, weak and ridiculous.

Covered by the golden light, the Sea Emperor stumbled and fell into the watery waves.

“I don’t believe it. How strong can a mere newly promoted Primordial God be!”

Zeus hissed up, dropping the cracked lightning spear and waving his fist as a strong tide of divine power poured out in a fury.

Boom!

The golden book of light turned pages and pages, and the golden light crushed the King of Gods.

In the brilliant light, Zeus was covered with splendid light, and the terrifyingly high temperature distorted the space around him, like a hideous giant mouth, to swallow him up.

Just when the three kings were in danger, the three hundred-armed giants were over there.

Earth Mother’s breath that erupted from their bodies became denser and denser, rushing towards Apollo here, relieving the pressure of the three kings.

“Earth Mother, Gaea, let me see your strength!”

Indifferently looking at the three giants, Apollo’s golden eyes crossed the distance of space and perceived the source of their power.

He saw the Earth Mother, the woman with the long earthy yellow dress.

And the woman also saw him.