Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus
Chapter 100: Land of Hades Territory

Chapter 100: Land of Hades Territory

Chapter 100: Land of Hades Territory

A night of lingering, Apollo stayed in the stars for quite a while before turning back to Olympus.

Olympus’ life was often very quiet, of course, because Zeus, this time, was deep and simple, trying to digest the power in the body.

Apollo led in a rare period of quiet days.

Daily love with Aphrodite, teach the muses or go hunting with his sister.

Occasionally went to discuss some culture and art with Athena, he liked Athena’s room full of books, and he also began to collect.

If a new treasure chest was refreshed, take a trip to say goodbye.

Like Zeus, a rare quiet, Hera also did not catch adultery. This busiest work looked a lot better.

In her spare time, this god most liked to drink tea with Athena.

Somehow, these two goddesses had a good relationship.

Hermes re-grew his wings, but he did not dare to appear in front of Apollo, who usually liked to run outside Olympus.

Ares was still as warlike as ever, but he never seemed to win against the many Main Gods.

His sister Artemis recently beat him once more.

It seemed that Artemis learned from Athena that when she felt bored, Artemis liked to go to Ares to fight and beat him up.

Ares grew reluctant to fight them and tried to fix the growing God of wine, Dionysus, but this god, who had gotten him drunk at birth, was a madman but always showed great strength when bullied.

Ares rarely got the better of him.

Dionysus, as he did when he was a child, spent his days holding bottles of wine and drinking more than. His wine-making skills were at a new height, adding many kinds of wine for Olympus.

But the God of wine, the last thing he did was dress up as a vagabond, wandering among mortals, drinking wine while reminiscing about something.

No one knew what he had to remember about the past at a young age.

Rather, another god’s recent performance seemed a bit odd.

Hephaestus, the God of fire, was the most remarkable craftsman among the gods.

He was limping when his mother broke his leg at birth, and he liked to sit in front of his stove the most on weekdays, clingingly forging artifacts, completely refusing to participate in the affairs of the gods and the mortal world.

But I did not know when he began to like to wander in the bar of mortals like Dionysus.

Seemed to be looking for something.

Demeter, the Goddess of agriculture, and her daughter Persephone completed the cultivation of flowers at the foot of Mount Olympus and raised many new varieties of flowers.

Persephone’s figure also grew more and more mature, just like the flowers and plants she planted, growing into a delicate form that could be picked.

And in such years, mortal humans had multiplied for several generations.

The system of fighting and magic, widely spread among mortals, gradually emerged several gold-level heroes and even the existence of lighting up their constellations.

Among these people, the church of light had the most.

The church of light had developed into the largest church among mortals, with more than half of the Zeus set.

The cultivation of anger by mortals also benefited Apollo a little, and the starry sky prototype in the body was much more perfect and stable.

Together with the aid of some newly opened treasures from the treasure chest, his Etheric Divine Body had advanced a lot based on the incipient starry sky prototype.

Although he was still countless distances away from cultivating a true universe, he was by no means huge.

As for divine power, he had completely reached the limit of the ninth rank of the divine Lord, and one step further was the realm of Primordial God.

Because he had the power of the original bloodline, the difficulty of this level was not as difficult as Astraeus and the others, but he would take at least hundreds of years to cross the realm of Primordial God.

“It’s also time to make a trip to the underworld.” Apollo decided.

In the temple of darkness of Underworld, there was a god-level treasure chest; originally, he should have gone to get it a long time ago.

Only the God of darkness, Erebus, was in a very unfair situation, and his wife, the Goddess of night, Nyx, had an equally odd attitude toward him.

Underworld also had the equally deep Hades, the King of Underworld, and another Main God, Tartarus.

Rashly going forward, in their home ground, was undoubtedly a bit risky.

So Apollo had been preparing for this for a long time. Etheric Divine Body was much more refined, the divine power had reached the extreme of divine Lord, and the power of faith in the Golden Book of light had also accumulated to a great depth before deciding to go.

Recently, the King of Underworld seems to leave the underworld often. This is a good opportunity.?Apollo thought in his heart.

But what he did not know was that when he left Olympus, Hades was equally relieved.

“After waiting for so long, it’s finally time for him and Zeus not to be at Olympus. Humph, Zeus, that idiot, after so long, seeing the woman I prepared for him, he couldn’t help him now I can’t help him. There’s plenty of time to complete the plan.”

This said, when Apollo left Olympus for some time, he drove his divine chariot to the foot of Olympus.

Looking at the dark-haired maiden who had just left her mother and gone ahead to cultivate flowers and plants, this Lord of Underworld’s mouth curled up in an icy arc.

“My lovely niece, don’t blame me for being ruthless. You can only blame fate for making you a sacrifice to complete the most important part of the great cause of replaceing the real ghost for me.”

“Don’t worry. As compensation for you, I will let you take the title of Queen of Underworld and sink into the underworld earth forever.”

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The sky of Hades was a dark black, without sun, moon, and stars.

The soil was also pitch black, like the ink-stained by the octopus spitting out in the deep sea, full of death, completely without the richness of the soil outside, as if it had been cursed.

The underworld is more like a separate world than the sky, earth, or ocean. The first thought that sprang to Apollo’s mind was this.

Geographically, underworld was not at all in the same space as the sky, earth, or ocean.

And its soil here, too, seemed not to originate from Earth Mother Gaea at all but a separate piece of land.

This land had a magical attraction that drew all the souls of the dead after death, except for the few souls of the dead who were prominent and of extraordinary will in life.

It was then that the God of death in underworld had to personally bring him back.

Just stepping into the underworld, Apollo saw many souls of the dead, their dull eyes, walking in the dark earth, following an instinct to go deeper into the underworld.

Occasionally, one or two souls could have some sense, but they all seemed to have low intelligence and only knew how to look around blankly.

Suddenly, Apollo sensed a familiar aura.

Golden eyes gazed over.

Only to see the pitch-black overhead. The messenger of gods, Hermes, was proudly spreading his wings, yelling to drive away the souls of the dead below.

Apollo saw him, and he also quickly saw Apollo.

First, his face was shocked, and then he instantly had to open his wings and fly away to the outside.

“Give me back.” Apollo coldly shouted, a divine power enveloping him.

Hermes then, with a bitter face, slowly flew down: “My great vice ruler of the divine court, are you here to inspect the underworld? I am responsible for guiding the souls of the dead, and I was just doing my job seriously.”

“Don’t be so afraid. I won’t tear your wings for the second time.” Apollo smiled.

Hermes was relieved when he suddenly heard the next sentence, “But the second time, I will just crush your head.”

The messenger of gods suddenly turned white.

“Apollo, we are at least brothers, don’t keep counting that little conflict in the past,” Hermes said with a face full of fear.

“Don’t talk nonsense. I ask you, where is Hecate?”

“You are looking for vice King Hecate, she is usually at the goddess Nyx, but lately, she seems to have made friends with that ferryman in the River Styx and is always there chatting with him, not far ahead.” Hermes pointed ahead and said.

Apollo nodded: “Don’t keep avoiding me. If I want to replace you trouble, you can’t hide anymore.”

Hermes nodded with a dry smile: “Of course, I know what you can do, but more outside. It always gives me some sense of security.”

Apollo did not want to pay much attention to him and went straight to the far side of the River Styx.