Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Foppers travel through space and time

“Foppers, what’s wrong with you?”

In the dungeons of Corinth’s palace, Finetin approached the boy in the golden light.

Beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned; since the capture of Ares, he had been lost in thought. What was it?

The blonde teenager gently closed his eyes and smiled back: “I just crossed space and time with my mind and was in another place with someone.”

“Cut, you are not here?” The girl with long, light blonde hair beamed.

The blond boy smiled. “There could be millions of me everywhere.”

“Don’t think you’re so powerful because the God of light secretly helped you defeat the God of war.” The young girl with long pale gold hair glared at him.

She had already figured it out.

How could a demigod who had only been born not long ago have the mighty strength to defeat the God of sleep and the God of war?

It must have been that divine court vice ruler of Olympus, the great God of light, who secretly helped, seeing that sun-like vast light just now was the power of the God of light, too iconic.

“Humph, not just will rely on father, think this can scare me!” The young girl raised her chin proudly.

Foppers didn’t want to explain much to her.

In fact, after the promotion of Primordial, the divine body had long ceased to be a mere material energy, a very abstract root, the composition of the world, and naturally could be said to be everywhere.

It was just that the eyes of the general public and even most gods simply could not understand such a level.

“Golden-haired boy, hurry up and let go of master Ares me, or you will receive the wrath of the King of Gods!” Ares, who was firmly bound over there, roared.

“Oh, you are tough!” Hercules suddenly laughed and went to Ares to look at the God of war up and down.

“And who are you?” Ares glared at him.

Hercules patted his chest and said, “This uncle is the son of Alcmene, who is destined to be the greatest hero, the student of Chiron, the common brother of Foppers and Finetin, the great Hercules.”

“The son of Alcmene? I remember that she was the Queen of King of Thebes but betrayed her husband to submit to the crotch of my great Father God and gave birth to a child for him! Ares sneered.

“I am that child, to say the least, you are still my elder brother, but it is you that I am beating now!”

Hercules eyes with anger. I did not know where to pull out a wooden stick and hard knock Ares’s head.

“Haha, a mortal with a wooden stick wants to hurt the gods. Even if I sit here and let you knock a few thousand times, you tire down. I’m still well.” Ares laughed unconcernedly.

Unexpectedly, the dark wooden stick knocked hard on his head, his face was full of stars, and the top of his head instantly grew a big red bag.

“This can’t be. It can’t be!”

Enduring the pain in his head, Ares looked incredulously at the tall, sturdy young man with short brown hair in front of him.

Pop!

There was another blow on his head.

Hermes roared in anger: “What did you just say? I’m tired down, and you do the same?”

Pop!

Pop!

Under the eyes of Chiron and the two brothers of death and sleep, the dark wooden stick kept making intimate contact with the long face and head of the God of war.

Ares’s face was soon covered with large bags and red swelling, almost could not see the human appearance, hissing because of the pain. His throat also became hoarse could only with fire-breathing eyes dead look at Hercules.

“How dare you stare at me? You can’t be beaten to death!” Hercules roared, and the dark wooden stick rose again.

Reflected in the bright sunlight, Foppers bright eyes fell on the dark stick and suddenly asked: “Hercules, where did you get this stick?”

The short, brown-haired, strong young man looked back, rubbed his head, and recalled: “It seems to be an old woman called Atropos who gave it to me; it works very well, so I have been carrying it.”

“Atropos.” The blond boy’s pupils shrank.

She is the eldest sister of the three Goddesses of fate, the three Goddesses of fate rarely leave the temple of Goddess of fate, but Atropos actually runs out and gives a wooden stick to Hercules.

While he was pondering, Hercules there proceeded to violently beat up Ares.

It seemed that he would not rest until the God of war was beaten to his knees and begged for mercy.

The ferocious picture of the two brothers, death and sleep, was terrifying, and they were afraid that this treatment would also be their turn.

The God of sleep there directly wailed: “Foppers old brother, please look at Hecate vice ruler and our mother’s sake, let us brothers go, after I will let you have a good dream every day.”

After giving him a white glance, Foppers went to their side and squatted down: “Listen to your vice ruler, and don’t be fooled by Hermes with wine again, or you will also taste wooden stick.”

He pointed to Hercules next to him.

“Uh–huh!” The God of sleep and the God of death nodded their heads like chickens pecking rice.

At the same time, they gritted their teeth: “Hermes, that bastard, back we will find him to settle accounts when the God of light tore his wings. This time, we brothers also want him to taste this taste again.”

This voice made the crouching in the corner of the palace watch carefully, the dark-haired youth with wings body shiver.

“Damn you, Thanatos and Hypnos, all you do is threaten me with my wings. I won’t save you!”

This secretly lurking messenger of the gods, as if he had found something to convince himself, his wings flickered lightly and were about to leave the place.

Foppers, under the dungeon of the king’s palace, had a sudden flash in his eyes.

Only to see a flow of light. A golden figure appeared in a flash behind the messenger of gods, white palm stroking his silky wings.

Hermes shivered and stared in horror at the golden figure that suddenly appeared behind him.

For a moment, he remembered the most tragic day of his life.

At that time was also a full head of blond hair figure, cruelly ripped off his wings, the taste of pain, he still could forget.

This person in front of you, how to look so much like him?

Hermes instinctively wanted to launch the ‘travel’ authority to escape.

“I advise you to behave yourself. If you perform spatial teleportation now, your body can leave, but these graceful and beautiful wings will have to stay in my hands.” The blond boy smiled at him brilliantly.

This smile was full of strange and familiar feelings for Hermes, which gave him a chill in his heart.

Hesitating for a long time, the messenger of gods laughed dryly and vocalized: “I’m actually just passing through here, this blond brother, don’t misunderstand.”

“Have you heard of Dionysus, the God of wine, that is the world’s best master brewer? I can get you his hand-brewed good wine.”

“Do you also know the God of fire, Hephaestus, the most outstanding craftsman among the gods? I have a very good relationship with him. I can ask him to build a palace for you.”

Hermes was full of charming, black lacquered eyes while looking at the pair of white palms tugging at his wings, full of pity.

The golden eyes, however, did not change, the white palms of the hands were gently hard, and the tingling sensation on the back made Hermes’ eyelids jump.

“No more nonsense. I know what kind of good you are. You are here to save Ares and the others?”

Hermes’s face filled with hesitation, and suddenly his eyes stern. A coiled snake golden staff appeared in his hand and slammed into the hand that gripped his wings.

“It seems that you are still under control.” Under the splendid light envelope, Foppers sighed.

Suddenly a blazing brightness, bear blazing cover on Hermes, blazing heat and light heat, blinked, making that coiled snake gold staff become hot.

Hermes shouted miserably and dropped the weapon.

At the same time, a small sun-like sizzling ball of light blasted at him.

Boom! Boom!

These small suns were like burning bombs that exploded in succession as soon as they touched the vicinity of the messenger of gods.

Hermes had wanted to unleash his ‘travel’ authority to teleport away, but before he had a chance to power up, these blazing suns, carrying raging light and heat, penetrated his divine body.

Snort!

His left wing was directly hit by a small sun, breaking open a large gash so painful that Hermes could barely stand up.

And then a dozen more small suns exploded around him.

In a matter of moments, Hermes, one of the twelve Main Gods of Olympus and messenger of the gods, collapsed to the ground in a blackened heap.

The thick light and heat turned into a chain and bound him.

The golden figure that radiated brilliant light approached step by step.

Hermes was terrified to the extreme.

At that moment, a force shattered the chains that trapped him.

Hermes looked over in surprise, only to see a middle-aged figure in a secluded corner, not knowing when to appear as a mediocre and unexceptional figure.

He recalled for a moment before remembering who the other party was.

“Pallas, why are you here!”