Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus

Chapter 125: ?Fate: Mores

Chapter 125: ?Fate: Mores

At the end of the boundless world, under the ancient spinning wheel, a silk thread that was woven through the red was woven into a monstrous net.

This invisible giant net closely covered the head of every life under the wide world.

Whether mortal or divine, ordinary Lower Gods or powerful Main Gods or even the Primordial Gods that made up the world.

All life and even the dead were shrouded in this great net of fate.

For a long time, this giant red net had maintained a dead silence, silently entangling everything.

In addition to the occasional fiddling affecting individual destinies, there were few surprises.

But today, this huge net suddenly trembled.

A red silk thread, flashing with a strange light, trembled in the depths of the world.

Beasts, mortals, gods… All living things gave birth to an inexplicable terror in the depths of my heart.

And in the battle outside underworld, the King of Gods, who was lying on the ground in a wretched state, a red dot appeared steeply on his body.

Zeus looked at himself in horror and reached out to grab these red dots, but only when he opened his hand his body was as if enveloped by a vast world. A huge pressure strangled his throat so that he could not breathe.

Under the surprised eyes of the gods, Zeus held his head in his hands and rolled on the ground in pain. His usual majestic cheeks were full of fear and distortion at this moment.

“Those who swear fate will eventually be killed by the tentacles of fate.” Under the earthy yellow light, the incarnation of Earth Mother seemed to admonish, sneer and sigh lightly, and suddenly pointed to the crystal jade vase in front of her with a blurred palm.

The crystal jade vase, surrounded by the rich breath of life, abruptly poured out a few drops of emerald green liquid, which fell on top of Zeus’ head.

The pain on the face of the King of Gods, which soothed a lot, lay in the mud breathing heavily.

Golden eyes stared at him indifferently; Apollo whispered: “Gaea, your power can only ease his situation but can never really save him or let me give him a complete end.”

The burning sword blade was raised abruptly and aimed at Zeus.

At that moment, a deep night fell, and under the blanket of stars, the beautiful figure of Nyx, shrouded by a thick black dress, appeared beside Apollo.

“Apollo, it is indeed inappropriate for you to kill him now.” The Goddess of darkness looked at him with a pleading gaze.

Gazing at the vast sky, Nyx said softly: “The King of Gods’ authority is too closely linked with fate, and now that fate has initially awakened, if he is alarmed again, a terrible disaster will immediately come.”

“Wow, then I’m curious about how strong the greatness of fate is.” Apollo’s golden eyes flashed.

Nyx sighed helplessly, the beautiful veil-covered cheek came to his ear, and the ghostly fragrance came to her nose; she whispered.

“You should know that Dionysus is special. His predecessor was taboo in this era. Now, most of his remaining power is in Zeus’s body. Once Zeus is dead, that power will disturb the eyes of Chaos.”

“Chaos… Absolutely cannot awaken now!”

Apollo’s pupils shrank.

Although Nyx’s words were light, the information that came through was incomparably amazing.

Chaos, the first of the five Primordial Gods, the father of night and darkness, was the oldest and most powerful of the Primordial Gods.

It had always mysteriously disappeared, never appearing to be traced.

It was not difficult to surmise with Nyx’s words now that he was also in a state of slumber or sealing.

And Nyx, who was his daughter, feared his recovery.

And then, associated with the state of the dark God Erebus, this undoubtedly hides a great and terrible secret.

While he was deep in thought, the huge net of fate trembled again.

On a barren island deep in the ocean, endless magma and fire suddenly erupted, causing huge waves.

Waves and lava intertwined a head of tall and terrifying figures, burrowed out in the depths of the island.

Externally, these figures did not differ much from ordinary giants. There were males and females, the skin was as red as the flow of blood, and the red of fate was a color.

These red giants, one by one, out of the boiling lava, blood-like skin suffused with horrible fury, with ancient, with destruction.

As if in the ancient epic of obscurity, out of the terrifying monsters.

Their eyes were also red but without any emotion, whether it was greed, tyranny, laziness, piety, excitement, or joy.

The only thing that existed in the bright red eyes was ice cold.

The icy cold destroyed everything you see.

Boom!

These giants stood side by side on the ocean and stepped out into the sea.

There were gods in the ocean burrowing out to gaze at them.

But just a glance was noticed by the giants, a handful of gods grabbed and ripped into pieces.

The bloody scene shocked the gods.

But these red giants with ancient aura had joy in their eyes and approached the land step by step.

Terrible killing machines locked the gods through the distance.

It was as if they were born to slaughter the gods.

“Decanters, how many thousands of years have passed, and finally, we see them again.”

In the hell of Abyss, Tartarus let out a long sigh, and the secluded figure walked out of the dark vortex, standing beside Gaea.

Together with Gaea, they protect Zeus, Hades, and others in front of the gods, not allowing Apollo to kill them.

Apollo also collected the sword blade in his hand and mouthed the epithet that Tartarus spat out, “Decant!”

This name was not new to him.

In Greek mythology, this was a special kind of giant, a mysterious origin, with a strong strength to compete with the gods.

The war with Decant was the greatest war of the Greek gods after the Titian war.

In the beginning, the gods were simply defeated, and later he was Hercules, the greatest hero of all, joined the war and helped the gods defeat the giants.

Having been in this world for so long, Apollo had never heard of the existence of giants, nor did he feel that a demigod could defeat an enemy that even the gods could not fight.

But now, the giants had appeared.

The golden eyes stared at the past, the red-skinned giants who stepped out of the magma, standing side by side on the turbulent ocean, filled with suffocating energy, bursting with monstrous might.

Under the ‘all-seeing eye’, Apollo saw countless red threads of fate wrapped around them.

These threads were like manipulating puppets and puppeteers, manipulating their behavior and giving them endless great power.

“They are all servants of fate,” Nyx said in a soft voice.

Her beautiful palms opened, and a night curtain suddenly enveloped the heads of the giants who stepped out of the island.

An invisible great force drove them back to the original island.

Looking at the changing environment, these giants shouted; spears and shields and other weapons appeared in their hands, hitting the night sky harshly.

But a star shone, and the heavy night curtain was like a dark curtain, covering the giants completely.

At the same time, a soft serenade was playing in the night, a low tune like a lullaby, haunting the ears of the giants.

The Decanter’s movements suddenly became sluggish, as if they were dozing off.

At this time, Gaea also gently waved his palm, the lava eruption of the island, the ground suddenly cracked a gap, and many vines and roots out of the ground to bind the giants firmly.

Roar!

The giants instinctively woke up in their sleep and let out a fierce shout.

A low roar shook the hearts of the gods, and a frightening fear rose in the hearts of Hera and the other gods.

But under the mighty power of the earth and night, these giants were completely unable to break free and could only keep roaring in place.

“It looks like the strength is very average,” Apollo said.

Nyx shook his head: “This is because fate is only a preliminary awakening, but these giants are closely connected with him, and every action they make is a thread of fate, which will speed up the awakening of fate.”

“We can only find a way to trap them. If we kill them directly, it will lead to the full awakening of destiny in an instant and reappear in the world.”

“In the future, I see, there is only one who was born with a strong connection to fate, destined to complete the twelve great feats of fate and become the only greatest hero who ascends to the throne of god in the body of a demigod, able to kill the giants without alerting fate.”

“Is fate as terrifying as you say? After all, he is just a god.” Apollo’s golden eyes passed through the giant net that covered the whole world, and in the layers of bright red, he saw the weaving fate of the spinning wheel, and the source of the spinning wheel thread, in a daze, had a human-shaped outline.

“I once asked you about the truth of fate and your eldest son, whose name was erased, and you said that there was only one answer to both questions.”

“Because your eldest son is the god who controls fate!”

Apollo’s low tone, Gaea and Tartarus looked at each other while spitting out the forbidden name that should have completely disappeared in history: “Fate Mores”!

“Fate Mores!”