Greek Mythology: I Opened A Treasure Chest At Olympus

"Great God of Light, you are the brightest star in the vast sky, you are the Lord of mercy and discernment..."

"Your brilliance spreads over the past and the future, walking in the sky, walking in the earth, walking in the sea, walking in the hearts of all spirits..."

In the spiritual abyss covered by the swamp of shadows, the spirits of Perseus and Clios constantly recited the names that belonged to the light.

They hypnotize themselves and allow themselves to completely 'believe' in the light.

In the sound of sincere prayers, an illusory and solid Holy Spirit gradually appeared in the shadowy swamp, and his golden eyes stared around.

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As if feeling the invasion of outsiders, the deep spiritual abyss suddenly rioted.

In the dark shadow swamp, a distorted and blurred giant face appeared, with a deep filthy and depraved aura, surging towards the illusory Holy Spirit.

"The ruler of endless hell, the source of thousands of sins, is a combination of taboo and sacred, destined to pollute and dominate everything!"

The distorted giant face made a terrifying chanting sound, and the dark swamp was like boiling soup, with huge bubbles emerging one by one, turning into ferocious monsters similar to Typhon, and slaying fiercely.

Under the splendid brilliance, the golden Holy Spirit indifferently condensed the incoming abyss power, his handsome cheeks were holy, and he held a golden book in his hands, and solemnly declared:

"Any land illuminated by light, whether material or abstract, as long as those who believe in light are blessed by light, they will not fall into the abyss of darkness."

The voice fell, a magnificent light, splendid shrouded the spirits of Perses and Kleos, and the golden book turned page by page, shining brightly.

At the same time, the power of filth and depravity that spread to the Holy Spirit also appeared extremely weak under the cover of light.

Roar!

The hideous monsters that emerged from the dark swamp, roaring fiercely, charged towards the illusory Saint 260 Spirit.

Suddenly, a burst of light enveloped them, and these ferocious monsters, like clay figurines caught in the sea, melted into mud one by one and rolled on the ground.

"The abyss of darkness, in the end, is only for a while, and there is only eternal light, illuminating everything and nothing, whether material or immaterial, existing or non-existent, whoever believes in the light is the spirit of light. as far as the eye can see.

The illusory Holy Spirit is like a god walking out of an oil painting, holding a bright book in his hand, his face is sacred and majestic.

Golden eyes pierced through time, overlooking the existence in nothingness, matter and spirit, where all the light is shrouded.

The Holy Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are trinity, the former two are all existences that can have substance, only the Holy Spirit is between existence and non-existence, substance and abstraction.

He is the spirit that walks among all spirits, the incarnation of the ubiquitous and ubiquitous light, the source of divinity, and exists in the heart of every believer in the light, so that all things have divinity.

The spiritual abyss of Tartaros is difficult to fight with other authority and power in the outside world, but to the Holy Spirit who exists in the depths of the spirit, it is a true and true external invader.

It can directly confront and suppress with the supreme stalwart will.

"O spirits caught in the abyss, follow the guidance of the light, the light ahead of you is the hope! 35

The divine voice echoed in the spirits trapped in the abyss of Perseus and Clios, and the two suddenly woke up and stared at the splendid world around them.

The splendid light, as brilliant as gold, sprinkled all over the vast nothingness, paving the illusory and real road, (dbee) guiding them ahead.

"Great God of Light, you are the brightest star in the vast sky, you are the Lord of mercy and discernment..."

"Your brilliance spreads over the past and the future, walking in the sky, walking in the earth, walking in the sea, walking in the hearts of all spirits..."

In a trance, the spirits of Perseus and Clios 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!" The twisted giant face let out a shrill roar, the majestic filth and degenerate power interweaved with tragic green and pitch black, surging towards the place of light.

"You are just a ray of will in the abyss, how can you compete with the spirit of light?"

The golden eyes glanced at it indifferently, and a golden light like a burning flame covered the twisted giant face.

Like a plastic bag scorched by high temperature, the giant face instantly twisted into countless wrinkles, bent and made a sizzling sound.

A low and terrifying roar echoed in this spiritual space.

But the Holy Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are trinity, and what the Holy Spirit possesses is the same mighty power as Apollo.

It is just a little spiritual in the abyss, completely incomparable to such power.

Covered by brilliant light, the distorted giant face quickly turned to ashes.

The shadows and swamps on the ground also dried up and disappeared.

In the outside world, Perseus and Klios suddenly opened their eyes clearly and stared excitedly around them.

"Hey, it seems to have really recovered."

Nyx said in amazement, the beautiful cheeks covered by the veil had a hint of shock, and the night-like eyes were staring at the golden figure standing quietly in front of him, filled with infinite sacred and bright aura.

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

The God of Destruction and the God of Weather, who had just woken up, didn't seem to have regained their senses yet.

The two pairs of eyes were full of awe and piety, staring at the sacred and majestic figure not far away, holding a golden book in his hands.

Although the hypnosis of the self has been lifted, the faint imprint of the brilliant Holy Spirit walking on their hearts still makes the two gods feel awe and trust in this golden figure.

Aware of their gazes, Apollo put away the golden book of light in his hand, restrained the charm of light a little, and walked silently to Nix.

Apollo was a little farther away, and Perseus and Clios came back to their senses and chatted cordially with Asteria and Hecate.

Nix smiled lightly, and stared at the blond boy with star-like pupils in the night: "How did you do it just now?"

"The spirit of light travels in the hearts of all spirits, and the god of light descends in all spirits." Apollo whispered in a low voice.

Nix rolled his eyes at him, but his attitude was gradually filled with equality.

Previously, although she treated Apollo and others in a very kind manner, she only regarded Apollo as a powerful and excellent junior god.

There is still a gap between it and an old-fashioned primordial god like her.

But at this moment, feeling the faint "supreme" charm of the golden figure in front of her, she no longer dared to regard this handsome young man as a goddess of the younger generation.

Rather, it is a powerful being that is comparable to itself.

After communicating with Nix for a while, Apollo walked alone into a room facing the stars.

Hecate was reunited with the Asteria family, and he should not be around at this time.

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

Turning his head to look, in the light night, Hecate, who was very clean, walked over with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his beautiful face was filled 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 at the stars.

Feeling the softness in his arms and the faint fragrance, Apollo couldn't help hugging her tightly.

Hecate looked at his golden eyes with a smirk, slender fingertips rubbed the angular handsome cheeks, and said softly: "You are still so beautiful, to meet you is the greatest luck in my life."

"It's my luck to have you by my side." Apollo's eyes swept over her cheeks softly.

Hecate pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you for helping me find my father and grandfather, and let them escape from the abyss.

"Your father and grandfather have nothing to do with me?" Apollo smiled.

"Father God and the others said that after they entered the abyss, they gradually got lost in it. They were impregnated with something unconsciously, and their divine power increased very quickly. Hecate suddenly remembered something and treated him with a slightly serious expression. road.

"What is poured into it, and the growth of divine power becomes faster?" Apollo's golden eyes flickered.

Generally speaking, the rank and power of the gods are limited by blood.

There are things that can help the gods to increase their power, but they are all precious.

But it seems that every god who enters Tartarus, the divine power has been greatly enhanced.

And these are the top gods, not ordinary gods.

It must have been extraordinary for them to make such progress.

"There are still many secrets hidden in Tartaros." Apollo murmured in his heart.

With a smile on his face, his fingertips brushed Hecate's soft hair, "I don't want to talk about this right now.

"Then why don't we talk about this..." Hecate's face suddenly had a faint blush, and her clear eyes were filled with deep affection like mist, as if she had made up her mind to hug the boy tightly.

Apollo understood her intentions, and a splendid light and gentleness enveloped him and her.

In the dark night, the charming dream is like a crisp song, fluttering under the brilliance of the stars.

ps: Every time I write this kind of thing, I have to restrain myself. I feel very uncomfortable.