Greece brings evildoers

Olympus means "from the place of light". In the Greek world of the Gods, this sacred mountain was the residence of the gods. The Olympian gods who control the power of the world, the affiliated demigods of various series, as well as a large number of nymphs and Titans all live here.

However, the Holy Mountain, which used to be sunny and bustling, was now shrouded in a sad and cold thunder light, which revealed a bit of depression that went deep into the bones.

The nymphs in the mountains and rivers and the gods and monsters in the deep valleys and forests felt the fear coming from their souls, and they all crouched in the dark corners and caves, trembling.

“Boom—!”

Several purple-red thunderbolts exploded in the leaden clouds, erupting in a flash of dazzling power, then illuminating the empty temple, reflecting twelve majestic figures.

"So, what is the big reason why you lit the sacred fire and summoned me urgently?"

The God King of Olympus, sitting on the central throne, opened his purple eyes, a gloomy look flashed past, and he looked faintly at the gods on both sides of the separate hall.

Under the majestic inspection of Zeus, a fit young man wearing a suit of bronze armor and an eagle helmet, surrounded by blood, couldn't wait to step forward and responded loudly.

"Father God, while you are enjoying your time in the lower world, there are remnants of Mount Othrys who are coming to cause trouble!"

The high-pitched voice resounded throughout the temple and reached the ears of every main god clearly. Zeus noticed the subtle glances around him and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes slightly, wishing he could strangle his biological son to death.

Ares, the god of war, the legitimate son of him and Hera, was famous throughout Olympus for his violent personality and reckless behavior.

Otherwise, how could one not open and lift any pot in public?

While Zeus secretly gritted his teeth, he glanced at his real wife on the right - Queen Hera.

Hera, the goddess in charge of marriage and fertility, sits on a golden throne, with a head of beautiful curly hair pouring out from under the crown, showing a majestic and peaceful expression. Her slender arms as white as lilies are placed on both sides, with drooped eyelids. He covered a few rays of his eyes, but his expression remained as calm as water, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Seeing that there was nothing strange about his wife next to him, Zeus calmed down and refocused his eyes on his legitimate son Ares with a sullen expression, his voice cold.

"How many more Titans are there on Mount Othrys? Can't we just get rid of those who come to cause trouble? Do I need to personally take action for such a small matter?"

Mount Olympus and Mount Olympus have similar meanings. They were the common residence of the twelve Titans.

But ever since he united with a large group of brothers, sisters and uncles to overthrow the rule of his old father Cronus thousands of years ago, and threw him and his followers into the Tartarus Hell, Mount Othrys has long been Lost its former glory.

Facing the powerful rise of the Olympian gods, even if there are still dissatisfied Titans on Mount Othrys, they are just small fish and shrimps and can hardly make any waves.

Just for this so-called provocation, you, the god-king, have to do it yourself. Are you, the god of war responsible for guarding Olympus, just a decoration?

Zeus looked at his legitimate son who had many powers such as war, mutiny, battlefield, bloodshed, destruction, etc., and his eyes became increasingly evil.

Sensing his father's gaze, Ares couldn't help but puff up his chest, and his handsome face showed a bit of pride.

"Those Titans tangled in front of the door have been taken care of by us, so there is no need to trouble Father God."

When Zeus heard this, his face brightened a little, and the displeasure in his heart subsided a little.

This good-for-nothing son finally did something serious.

But now that the matter has been settled, what are you calling me for?

The God King, who still had doubts in his heart, frowned and signaled Ares to point out the important point.

Ares, the god of war, coughed and quickly stopped showing off his skills and got to the point.

"The leader of the Titans who rebelled this time is named 'Atlas'. Although we have captured him, there are quite a few differences on how to deal with it. I'm afraid it needs to be decided by you."

Atlas?

Zeus thought for a moment and spent a lot of effort to find the identity of the [chief culprit] from the complicated and messy genealogy of the Gods in his mind.

——Among the Twelve Titans, the son of Iapatus, the Titan of Soul and Wisdom, and the "Titan of Heaven" who is famous for his strength.

In addition, he has two more famous brothers.

——[Prophet] Prometheus, and [Late Knower] Epimetheus.

One of them was imprisoned in the Caucasus Mountains and tortured day and night for stealing the sacred fire; the other died in the great flood that destroyed the world together with the group of old humans because of blasphemy.

Is it to avenge his father? Or resist for your brothers? Or is it just plain dissatisfaction?

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zeus's tight lips, and the look in the depths of his eyes became a little darker.

"It's really a non-stop family."

"Father, that's right! All such stubborn rebels should be put to death! Kill them as a warning! Only in this way can the half-blood bastards outside know the majesty of our Olympus!"

When Ares heard his father's displeased tone, he immediately expressed his point of view with great joy. A strong sense of blood and cruelty pervaded his words and deeds.

The main gods in the main hall frowned and looked unkind.

Even Zeus himself couldn't help but twitch his face a few times, showing a slight livid look, and his eyes looked faintly at Ares, who was dancing.

Even the direct sons of Iapatus, the Titan of Soul and Wisdom, and their cousins ​​of the same generation are bastards, so what are they? Same kind?

What about Olympus? Bastard nest?

Sure enough, it was not without reason that this fool was despised by all the gods in Olympus.

"Father God, the prosperity of Olympus is destined. There is no need to cause additional killings because of the provocation of these reckless men. Why not follow the usual practice and throw Atlas into the Tartarus Hell to show your tolerance."

On the field, Apollo, the god of light and prophecy, stood up with a smile and expressed different opinions.

This is a dignified and majestic male god with a handsome and sunny appearance. He exudes a poet-like temperament in his movements. Under the crown woven of love wood and water lily branches and leaves, his long, fragrant and slightly floating hair hangs down. On the shoulders, it is elegant and chic, making people feel good about it. It is no wonder that it is admired by the muses.

"Tolerance towards the enemy is cruelty towards oneself! This kind of painless punishment will only make those mixed-blood bastards outside think that we, Olympus, are weak and can be bullied!"

Ares, who felt that he had been refuted, snorted angrily and said "half-blood bastard", which made the gods in the hall frown.

Among the twelve main gods, the one who reacted the most violently was Hermes, the messenger god who was always smooth and kind to others.

His mother's name is Maia, the daughter of the Titan Atlas.

Although in the complicated Greek family tree, blood connection does not mean close relationship.

But what Ares said was undoubtedly equivalent to pointing his nose directly at him.

Not just once...

Hermes raised his hand and slightly pressed down the felt hat on his head, and spoke with a half-smile.

"I heard that on the battlefield, two armies face each other, and only the final winner is qualified to punish the losing side. Am I remembering it wrong? Or has the world changed?"

Suddenly, Ares, who was dancing, froze up and his face turned red. Then, the veins under his skin were twisting and squirming like thick earthworms, and his expression was both humiliating and manic.

"Hermes, shut up!"

Seeing his legitimate son so angry, Zeus on the throne narrowed his eyes.

Only then did he realize that the bronze armor on Ares was as new as new, without a single scratch. It obviously didn't look like it had just experienced a fierce battle.

But even so, the shiny new armor couldn't cover up the bruise on one side of his cheek.

Combined with the yin and yang of Hermes, it seems that in the duel with Atlas, his legitimate son is obviously the less honorable party.

After all, the majestic Titan, the best among the three generations, is not someone that a fool like Ares can manipulate at will.

An unexpected start, an expected result.

Zeus glanced at the furious son of Hermes, who was furious and wanted to strangle Hermes to death with his own hands. He shook his head secretly, and a look of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

As the God of War, not only did he lose to his opponent, but he didn't even have the courage to admit it. He was really a loser.

However, Ares was not aware of his father's disdain at all and only focused on arguing with his two brothers.

Seeing that Ares was so angry that he even pulled out his dagger and had a direct attack attitude. Hermes, who was not very good at fighting, subconsciously moved back to avoid the focus.

But Apollo had a golden arrow in one hand and a silver bow in the other, and was not afraid of the wrath of his brother God of War.

The sister of the same mother, Artemis, the goddess of the moon and hunting, intentionally or unintentionally placed her slender fingers on the quiver.

They are a pair of children of Leto, the goddess of conservation. When their mother Leto was pregnant, Hera was very jealous and ordered to prohibit the earth from giving her a place to give birth.

Leto was running around with no place to stay. In the end, Astoria, the sister of the Meteor, turned into an island and stepped forward to accept her. Only then did the two siblings be born safely.

Therefore, regarding Ares, the half-brother and the direct relative of Hera, the siblings have always been tit-for-tat.

"That's enough! Get back here! I'm not dead yet!"

There was a loud thunder in the sky, and the dull roar was filled with unparalleled oppression. The gods who were forming gangs and yelling at each other saw Zeus's livid face. Their hearts trembled immediately, and they sat back to their original positions. Bit.

But as the gods on the court obediently shut up, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence. As the arbiter, Zeus still had a headache when faced with these two choices.

Thousands of years have passed since the divine battle between Mount Olympus and Mount Othrys, and he had thrown those old things into Tartarus long ago.

But the Titan's unruly nature means that those who have slipped through the net always appear from time to time and come to provoke them, making Olympus uneasy.

Zeus was tired of facing these unscrupulous blood relatives.

But being executed directly would be too harsh a punishment, and the parties who had just been appeased didn't know how to feel; being thrown into Tartarus would be too light, and he felt somewhat unhappy.

Just as Zeus frowned when faced with two options and was in a dilemma, a calm and cheerful voice echoed in the temple.

"Father God, why not send him to the far west."

The gods followed the sound, and what they proposed was a heroic goddess with silver hair, a shawl, a helmet and a crown, and a white upper skirt covered with a bronze snake armor.

Zeus thought for a moment and his eyes lit up.

"Athena, what you mean is..."

"Since Atlas calls himself the [Sky Titan], let him hold up a corner of the sky, expand and stabilize the divine power of the sky in the chaos of the far west, and serve Olympus for life."

Athena put one hand on her chest and answered with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zeus looked at his daughter with approval and nodded with satisfaction.

As the divine king who controls the sky, the expansion of the sky's domain means that his domain and authority have increased.

And the gods on the field suddenly realized it, and they all felt moved.

As the gods of Olympus are connected with each other, as the territory of the sky expands, they themselves will benefit more or less.

Zeus glanced across the hall, taking in the expressions of the gods, and then made the final decision.

"In that case, then do as you say, Athena."

Naturally, the gods had no objection to this kind of treatment that was beneficial and harmless.

Hearing that his grandfather did not need to be used as a role model, Hermes secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and joked.

"I thought that your heroic demeanor in front of the battle line to defeat the enemy was already praised, but I didn't expect that compared with your wisdom, your force would pale in comparison. So now, is it still too late for the Muses to rewrite the lyrics and compose the music?"

Seeing Hermes' winking expression, the gods couldn't help but smile.

Even the gloom on Zeus's face was reduced a lot. He looked at his lively son on the field and cursed with a smile.

"Hermes, stop talking here, you are the fastest, why don't you get out and escort Atlas to serve his sentence."

Hermes, who was commanded, looked aggrieved on the surface, but he couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart.

After all, it was his grandfather, and if he escorted him personally, he would suffer less hardship, and his mother, Maia, would also have an explanation.

After watching Hermes exit the temple happily, Zeus's eyes fell on Athena, the goddess of wisdom, again, and he became more and more satisfied as he looked at her.

In terms of martial arts, she can defeat Atlas and save the face of Olympus; in terms of wisdom, she can balance disputes and come up with the best solutions. She is simply a perfect daughter.

only……

Zeus on the throne didn't know what he thought of, a gloomy color appeared in the depths of his eyes, and then he waved his hand lightly.

"Okay, now that the matter has been resolved, please step aside."

The gods took orders and dispersed, leaving one after another.

After a while, the holy fire representing the gathering swayed and danced. In the empty and dark temple, the only remaining Zeus sat alone on the throne, stroking the cold back of the chair, his eyes flickering in the darkness.

Really, just a coincidence?

A burst of unreasonable uneasiness made Zeus frown on the throne, and he started to step out of the temple, and his figure disappeared into the thick night.

Thanks to Mr. Salieri, Angelica, Een Oh Ha, Zhijian Nacha, The Ferryman on the Santu River, Chen Xiyi, Ximengyuan and other readers for their rewards, monthly votes and recommendations. Thank you Big guys invest in new books.