Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus
Chapter 75: Was born from the thigh

Chapter 75: Was born from the thigh

Chapter 75: Was born from the thigh

The empty temple was dark and lightless, a few candles swaying temperature in the pitch black, barely illuminating dullness.

Dead silent space, permeated with deep depression, vaguely, like a heart beating.

Bang Bang Bang!

Continuous heartbeat, like beating muffled drums, low and long, let people just feel depressed and creepy.

Zeus slowly walked into this dark temple.

He stared at the place where the muffled sound came from.

Approached the past.

Suddenly, a cold and majestic voice sounded.

“King of God of the latter generation, I knew you would come to me.”

Zeus abruptly stopped in his track and sneered:

“Do you think that by saying so you seem to have everything under control? If I had not come here, I would not have heard that.”

“As soon as I came here, I heard your words, but it looks very profound, but it is the same trick used by the deceitful soothsayers among mortals.”

Suddenly, he locked onto the source of the voice.

It was a fuzzy ball of light, about the size of two fists, in a dark corner, constantly pulsating.

Noticing Zeus’s gaze, the ball of light steeply flew up, indifferently:

“King of God of the latter generation, your strenght is still so effective.”

“But I already know from the web of fate that you are now in great trouble.”

“You need my help!”

The ball of light’s words silenced Zeus, and he grimaced for a while before speaking.

“Indeed, but isn’t that what you were expecting?” Zeus sneered.

“Yes, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. From Uranus to Cronus, and from Cronus to you. I, fate, and the King of Gods are completely linked.”

The light ball’s voice was still indifferent, but it carried some reminiscence and excitement.

“For you, for fate, and for the obscure era before the first divine court, all these history and past, I don’t want to hear any more now.”

“I just want you to help me now!”

Zeus’ eyes were full of ruthlessness and determination.

“Don’t worry; helping you are also helping me!”

A light laugh came from the ball of light, and then the voice became profound and cold again: “After all, if you don’t help me, I’ll help you.”

“After all, if it weren’t for you, Chaos would look at me the moment I left this temple of fate, and he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“I still don’t understand what kind of hatred you have against the God of Chaos.” Zeus’ tone was tinged with doubt.

Steeply, the strange ball of light that had been beating non-stop, stopped in the air all of a sudden.

A cold and profound chill instantly filled the entire temple.

“Chaos, he’s a traitor!”

“He has betrayed us!”

A low voice with a painful hatred like a bone echoed in the empty temple for a long time.

Zeus didn’t dare ask any more questions; he walked out of the apse with the light group and came to the spinning bed of the three Goddesses of fate.

Looking at him with that ball of light, the three Goddesses of fate sighed.

“This day has come, after all. King of the Gods, you should understand that when he is released, it won’t be far from the awakening of fate, and you will be the first sacrifice then.”

Hearing their words, the ball of light laughed low: “He may not wait for that day; after all, although I borrowed his hand to fade away the old, to escape the gaze of Chaos, I always have to replace him to get back the power that belongs to me.”

Zeus just sneered and looked at the three Goddesses of fate.

“Say no more; let’s begin.” Only to see Zeus suddenly on his thigh cut a bloody slit.

Between drops of crimson divine blood, he grabbed the light ball and stuffed it into his thigh.

The three Goddesses of fate immediately pulled several threads from the spinning wheel and used needles to sew up Zeus’s thigh.

As they did so, Zeus snickered at the thigh: “Fade away; with my bloodline regeneration, you may not be able to replace the past again, then you will always be just a son of mine.”

“Then you better hope so; my power is not so good to have; the position of the King of Gods should also belong to me.”

The light that was gradually being sewn together gave a final beat, and his voice was solemn and low as he proclaimed.

“I will be born from your thighs, in the Chaos to replace sacred, from the glory of the past to a new glory, at the end of the world, replace everything you, crowned as king again!”

……

Returning to Olympus, the expressions of the gods abruptly changed from joy to grief and anger.

Only to see the formerly magnificent home, now a wreck.

Under the ravages of the monsters, a majestic temple was torn to pieces.

In the past, the dreamy clouds and mists that were entangled in the towering mountain were also blown away by the hurricane.

The flowers and green grass that once covered the entire divine mountain were all turned into ashes under the fire.

The corpses of many gods and nymphs stink on the roadside and in the ruins, and there was also filth left by monsters.

The immortal mountain of the gods became a ruin.

Hera said with an ugly face: “Hephaestus, lead your god, give me the fastest speed to rebuild Olympus.”

Her crippled son, the most skilled craftsman of the gods, stooped and nodded.

Most of the gods also became busy rebuilding their former homes.

Only a few of the Main Gods stood above Olympus, silently watching the situation everywhere.

At this moment, a procession came into view in the distance.

The leader of the black eyes and black hair, a short brown dress, it was difficult to hide the girl’s graceful body, white calves exposed outside, creamy and attractive.

“Gods of Olympus, I was ordered by His Majesty Hades to visit the situation in Olympus and bring some helpers.”

The young maiden’s quiet voice came out of Apollo’s ears, and he looked over with a smile.

It has been a long time since Hecate’s originally green and tender body seemed to have matured a bit more, and the original slightly undulating peaks gradually took on a scale.

The black hair cascaded down the shoulders, delicate features clean and elegant, and a pair of clear eyes gazed at him with a ghostly softness like resentment.

Hera stepped forward and sneered: “When we faced Typhon, Hades didn’t send anyone to help, and now that Typhon has fallen, you are quick to come.”

Hecate said lightly: “This is all by the instructions of His Majesty Hades; if there is anything, Goddess Hera, you should go to him to ask for clarification.”

As she spoke, she commanded the Gods of the Underworld that he brought behind her to help Olympus rebuild.

On the other side, Yingying walked to Apollo.

Hera said angrily: “Is this the attitude of your Hades? Don’t forget Hades is also a part of the divine court. Hades, the King of Underworld, is also subject to the jurisdiction of Zeus.”

“God Queen, Hecate has already said if there are comments, then meet directly with the King of Underworld; she is only ordered to come.” Apollo came over and looked at Hera in silence.

Under his golden eyes, the Queen of Gods was like a deflated ball, staring dryly and unable to say anything.

Apollo let out a low laugh and gave a look to Hecate, and the two of them quietly came to the temple of light in Olympus.

Perhaps due to the absence of gods, the temple of Apollo was not affected by the war and remained relatively intact.

“Humph, you said you were going to visit me in the underworld, I’ve been hearing about you for so long, and you haven’t inquired about me at all.”

As soon as she walked into the temple, Hecate snorted with a crooked nose.

“It’s not that there hasn’t been time, and you know how I am in Olympus,” Apollo explained.

“It’s all an excuse. I just heard you’re about to marry Aphrodite; she’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Hecate stared at the golden figure in front of her with angry eyes.

Apollo sighed. “It’s my sister. She arranged it for me. You’ve only heard that I’m going to marry an Aphrodite, but you haven’t heard that I’m going to be an associate of the court. Why vice-prince, of course, is to match you, vice-prince of the Underworld.”

“That’s a lie,” Hecate grunted, but the expression on her face eased, “You male gods are all the same. I can only look for the best-looking ones in a bunch of radishes. You’re so good-looking.”

She suddenly leaned in close to Apollo and gently hugged him.

Sniffing the faint fragrance of her body, Apollo suddenly looked up: “A group of radishes; do you know many male gods in the underworld?”

“Yuck, there are no male gods in the underworld,” Hecate shouted.

Her eyes were serious, “Charon, Euronymous, Gertrude… They all look like broken watermelons, except for the Thanatos and the Xipnos brothers and the Keeper.”

“But one of them all day just knows sleep, and the other every moment has a gloomy face, as for the King of Underworld. ”

Her eyes paused.

Apollo asked: “What happened to Hades?”

Hecate lowered her voice and said: “I once asked him why he has not yet established the Queen of Hades, to know the number of children of the King of God and the Sea King, which can be compared to the number of gods of the entire Underworld.”

“What did he answer?”

“He said that he was to be the King of Gods. And every King of Gods has the fate to be overthrown by his son, so he doesn’t plan to take a wife or have children.”

“Ha, that’s an interesting reason for him.” Apollo laughed.

Hecate asked playfully: “I think you are the King of God’s destiny to overthrow his son. In the future, when you are the King of God, do you want to learn this trick?”

Apollo winked and said.

“Hades, this statement is very problematic, sometimes having a wife does not necessarily mean having children. No wife may have no children, like Athena; she was born in the head of Zeus.”

“In the future, he may also have children born from the thigh.”