Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Zeus naturally didn't know the answer to the question about light, but someone had already thought about it for him.

At this moment, Apollo, who the king of gods was thinking about, was not somewhere else. He was in front of the gate of the original Temple of the Sun in Mount Olympus.

The silver gate had collapsed long ago, and under the ruins of the dilapidated temple, a wheel with flowing golden clouds revealed a corner. The artifact just fell here and was buried under the rubble. Looking at the scene in front of him, although his face was a little pale, Apollo's eyes still flashed a hint of joy and doubt.

The artifact that appeared here was undoubtedly the [Sun God Chariot]. This tool that Helios originally used to control the sun was also used briefly by Apollo, but later, as the sun god advanced to the realm of powerful divine power, this artifact was actually put aside.

The reason is also very simple. For the sun god, this artifact is actually a symbol of shame, at least Helios has always thought so. The existence of the sun chariot confirms the days when he was imprisoned by his father. It was the experience during that period that made him lack divine power, so that a sun god actually needed the assistance of a divine tool to exercise his authority. Later, it was the product of his own threat by Kronos, witnessing Helios's dark past.

Therefore, when he could easily rely on himself to control the sun, the sun chariot was naturally abandoned by him and left in the temple of the sun on Mount Olympus. The king of all monsters who attacked the mountain had no interest in such things, so it was left in the ruins in the end.

Until today, the light was obscured and the earth fell into darkness. Apollo, who had finally recovered from the pain of the damage to his origin, seemed to feel a kind of guidance from the dark. He followed this feeling to come here and returned to Mount Olympus.

What puzzled him was that the source that attracted him was found, but what did it have to do with him?

"Who!"

While thinking, as if he noticed something, his eyes became sharp, and Apollo turned back suddenly.

The silver bow was pulled into a full moon by him, and the bright light gathered on the arrow.

And in the direction he was aiming, an old woman with an old and ugly face was standing there.

"Don't worry, ahem, son of Zeus, Apollo, I am not your enemy."

"As you can see, I am Atropos, a craftsman who cuts destiny. And we meet here, this is all guided by destiny."

Holding the wooden stick with trembling arms, Atropos put on a smile. However, in the eyes of others, this smile is more like intimidation.

"You are born very sensitive to the fluctuations of fate, which is why you came here. The sun has suffered a disaster, but the world cannot be without light. You, the son of Zeus, are the gods who bring light to the world."

"... You'd better tell the truth, claiming to be the god who controls destiny."

After a moment of silence, although Apollo did not believe the other party's goodwill, he still put down the bow and arrow in his hand. Because in his perception, the divine power of the other party was not strong.

And just as the other party said, Apollo is indeed more sensitive to fate than others - that's how it was in the original myth.

Like Themis, Phoebe, Gaia and others, Apollo once held the oracle tablet and left behind the reputation of the god of prophecy. Although he is destined to have no chance to touch this artifact now, this innate gift has not disappeared.

"It's not 'control' of fate, Apollo, I'm just a craftsman who cuts it - follow the map, this is my job. Fate always has its own direction. If I act recklessly, the sharp blade of the scissors will only hurt myself."

Shaking his head slightly, Atropos corrected Apollo's mistake.

"Maybe, but no matter what, why did you come."

Speaking lightly, Apollo did not comment on it.

"Of course, it's to help you." With a smile, Atropos didn't care about Apollo's indifference: "By the way, it's also to prevent fate from continuing to deviate."

"The world cannot be without the sun, just as the earth cannot be without life. So I found you, Apollo, except for Helios who betrayed the world, you are the most suitable person to drive the sun chariot."

"...But I have driven it before, but the result was not very good. Besides, have you forgotten something?"

The tall and handsome god stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the artifact buried under the rocks flew out of thin air.

It was like an endless source of light. The shaft, axle, and wheels of the car body were like gold, and the spokes on the wheels emitted silver light. The bridle reserved for restraining livestock was inlaid with crystal gems. This artifact was not damaged in the previous disaster.

However, pointing at the [Sun Chariot], Apollo asked bluntly:

"This is a frame - and the frame itself has no power. It is only a booster to control the sun, not the source of light and heat for the world. That is the function of the sun itself, so even if I can use it, where is the other 'sun'?"

"This is why I came here, Apollo, I want to guide you to end this natural disaster as soon as possible. The sun you want, the sun that belongs to you, is on this sacred mountain, in your father's treasure house. Typhon has no interest in these external objects, only you are their destined owner."

With a sharp laugh, Atropos motioned Apollo to follow her.

The owner of the ‘destined’ is naturally fake, and the ‘sun belonging to Apollo’ is just talk. In fact, in Atropos’s eyes, if Apollo takes this step, it is very likely that he will be linked to some old things from then on.

But that has nothing to do with her. What will happen to Apollo is a matter of unknown distance, but if there is no sun in the world for one day, countless lives will die.

Facing a fate riddled with holes just after birth, Atropos can only borrow from the future to make up for the current problems.

Let’s talk about the future in the future. At least let her take a breath and end this disaster that spreads all over the world.

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In the absolute void, a little light floats in it. The blue light band entangles Him, fluctuating up and down from time to time, bringing a little tide.

In the dark and cold void, the black shadow is rushing back to the direction of the world, and the closer it gets, the stronger the power around her becomes.

Swish——

Extreme movement turned into extreme stillness, and Nyx's figure suddenly stopped.

Compared with the pull of the world's power, although her power was far greater than that of the gods, Nyx was the first to start and the last to arrive. However, what made her stagnate was not this kind of thing, but the darkness lying in front of her.

"What's the matter?"

The voice was flat, and Nyx looked at her old neighbor.

She knew why the other party came, because it was different from the spirit world. The self-contained spirit world was not deeply connected with the outside world, but once the Land of Eternal Night lost her master, it would inevitably show a little difference from usual.

If she was only active within the range covered by Chaos's power, this difference would not be shown. If it was an ordinary god, this difference would not be noticed; if it was another time, this slight change would not be obvious, but only this time was different.

As her neighbor for thousands of years, Erebus has always been very sensitive to the changes in the Land of Eternal Night. And the birth of the goddess of fate also made Nyx's three-phase incarnation inevitably change accordingly.

"Of course, Nyx, after all, as the original god of Chaos, you suddenly fled away, which inevitably makes me a little curious." Erebus looked past Nyx and looked in the direction behind her. However, there was no result. The void was cold and dead, and the further out, the weaker the sense of existence. But for Erebus, this scene was not unfamiliar. He was also like this before, following some kind of connection all the way out, and finally found the remains of the Nine Realms, which was also the source of this disaster. Thinking of this, Erebus couldn't help but remind: "I don't know what you found, but Nyx, look at the world now." "That Outer God... He is much more terrifying than any existence you and I have seen before. He is the first, but no one knows whether he will be the last." "Heh, you care about this?" With a sneer, under the unpredictable veil, Nyx's eyes were slightly mocking. "At least in this regard, the God King has a greater sense of responsibility than you."

"He is more and more bound to the present world, and you, I'm afraid, are just the opposite."

Without the thought of saying anything more, Nyx moved again. She directly crashed through the darkness in front of her, and then went to the world.

Just as Erebus could sense the changes in the Land of Eternal Night, Nyx was more or less concerned about what he had done.

The underground world next to the underworld, the newly born intelligent race, the powerful individuals with a similar aura to the Outer Gods, and the lightless realm with special turbulence from time to time...

Would he care about the world? He only cared about his own secret plan.

An out-of-specification [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] was enough to make him afraid, and Erebus naturally didn't want another one - even if he came, it would be after his plan succeeded.

But obviously, although Nyx didn't know what he was planning, she had no intention of cooperating. I don't care what you do, but what I do has nothing to do with you.

The shadow passed through the void, and suddenly fell into the night of the lower world, leaving only Erebus standing in the void.

"... It seems that there is no problem, Nyx, you are still so easy to deceive."

Shaking his head and smiling, not knowing what result he got, Erebus looked back in the direction of the world.

He really didn't want there to be any other variables, but this was not something he or Nyx could influence. If there is really another thing similar to the remains of the Nine Realms, then no matter what the result is, it is a struggle between worlds.

"Now the only one who can intervene in this step is probably this outsider."

Staring at the direction of Chaos' world, in Erebus's perspective, a layer of dark red has dyed a considerable area.

With Niflheim as the core and the small worlds around it as wings, countless red dots are scattered throughout the world. And not long ago, they were all gathered in the blocked world, and there was no clue at all.

And the source of all this was the branch that was poked into his palm when he was not careful for a while.

"Is your power inexhaustible? Or, at your current stage, as long as you can infect and assimilate enough beings, your power will increase instead?"

Take a deep breath, Erebus can only hope that he can be a little more powerful this time in the present world, and not let the other party make any bigger moves in the Third Age.

Watching in silence, the Lord of Darkness felt a little regretful. He should have paid more attention to Him, otherwise there would not be the result today. However, while thinking, he did not notice that in addition to Nyx, there was another stream of light wrapped in time and space passing by him. Of course, even if he paid attention, he probably could not find this one... As if repeating the scene of billions of years ago, the stream of light crashed directly into the world of Chaos, and an ordinary body seemed to be about to take shape. Some force cut off his connection with all external things, whether it was fate or something else. Perhaps for the world of Chaos itself, this cut was of no use, but he could indeed hide everything else - Buzz - Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was derived from some kind of attraction. This stream of light wrapped in the power of time and space was affected by the remaining time and space power in the process of flying in. The bending of time was also reflected in it, and his time was "slowed down". It may be hundreds of years, or it may be thousands of years. In short, when he really comes to this world, it will probably not be tomorrow.