Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Light or something, Zeus naturally didn't know the answer to this question, but someone had already figured it out for him.

At this moment, Apollo, whom the God King longed for, was not somewhere else. He was in Mount Olympus, in front of the original gate of the Temple of the Sun.

The silver door had long since collapsed, and under the dilapidated ruins of the temple, a corner of a wheel with flowing golden clouds was revealed. The artifact just fell over 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 with joy and doubt.

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

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 time that made him weak in divine power, so much so that a sun god actually needed the assistance of an artifact to exercise his authority. And later on, it was the product of being threatened by Cronus, witnessing Helios' once dark past.

Therefore, when he could easily control the sun on his own, the Sun Chariot was naturally abandoned by him and left in the Sun Temple on Mount Olympus. The King of Demons who had climbed up to the sacred mountain had no interest in this kind of thing, so in the end it stayed in the ruins.

Until today, the light has been blocked and the earth has been plunged into darkness. Apollo, who finally recovered from the severe pain of damage to his origin, seemed to feel a kind of guidance from somewhere. He followed this feeling to come here and returned to Mount Olympus.

What puzzled him was that he had found the source of his attraction, but what did it have to do with him?

"who!"

While he was deep in thought, he seemed to notice some movement. With a sharp look in his eyes, Apollo turned around suddenly.

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

And in the direction he was aiming, at some point, an old and ugly old woman was standing there.

"Don't be impatient, ahem, Apollo, son of Zeus and good at shooting, I am not your enemy."

"As you can see, I am Atropos, a craftsman who tailors destiny. And we will meet here, this is the guidance of destiny."

Holding the staff with trembling arms, Atropos smiled. However, in the eyes of others, this smile is more like a threat.

"You are born to be very sensitive to the fluctuations of fate, which is why you are here. The sun has suffered a disaster, but the world cannot live 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 good intentions, he still put down the bow and arrow in his hand. Because in his perception, the divine aura on the opponent's body was not strong.

And as the other party said, Apollo is indeed more sensitive to fate than others - this is the case in the original myth.

Like Themis, Phoebe, Gaia and others, Apollo was once in charge of the oracle tablets, leaving behind a reputation as a god of prophecy. Although he is destined to have no chance to touch this artifact now, this innate talent has not disappeared.

"I'm not in charge of destiny, Apollo. I'm just a craftsman who tailors it - follow the pattern. This is my job. Destiny always has its own direction. If I act recklessly, the sharp edges of the scissors will only hurt. Myself."

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

"Maybe, but whatever it is, why are you here."

Apollo spoke calmly, but Apollo was noncommittal.

"Of course it's to help you." Atropos chuckled, not caring about Apollo's indifference: "By the way, it's also to prevent fate from continuing to deviate."

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

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

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

Like an endless source of light, the body's shafts, axles, and wheels are like gold, and the spokes on the wheels emit silver light. The bridle reserved for binding livestock is inlaid with crystal gems. This artifact was not damaged in the previous disaster.

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

"This is a frame - and the frame itself has no power. It only harnesses the power of the sun rather than bringing light and heat to the world. That is the function of the sun itself, so even if I can use it , but where is the other 'sun'?"

"This is the purpose of my coming 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 I have no interest in these foreign objects, only you are their destined master.”

With shrill laughter, Atropos gestured to Apollo to follow her.

The owner of 'Destined' is naturally a fake, and the 'sun belonging to Apollo' is just talk. In fact, in the eyes of Atropos, if Apollo took this step, it would probably cause him to lose contact with some old things from the past.

But that has nothing to do with her. What will happen to Apollo will happen in the future. But if there is no sun in the world for a day, countless lives will die because of it.

Faced with a fate riddled with holes when he was just born, Atropos could only borrow money 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 first and put an end to this world-wide disaster.

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Absolute emptiness, with a little light floating in it. The blue light band wraps around Him, undulating up and down from time to time, bringing a little tide.

In the dark and cold void, the black shadow was rushing back towards the direction of the world, and the closer it got, the stronger the power around her became.

brush--

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

Compared to the pull of the power of the world, although her power is far superior to that of the gods, Nyx instead strikes first and arrives later. But what stopped her was naturally not because of this kind of thing, but the darkness that lay in front of her.

"Is something wrong?"

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 as its master, it would inevitably behave a little differently from the usual.

This difference would not be apparent if she were just moving within the confines of Chaos' power. If it were ordinary gods, they would not be able to detect this difference; if it were any other time, this small change would not be obvious, but only this time it is different.

As her neighbor for thousands of years, Erebus has always been deeply aware of the changes in the Land of Evernight. The birth of the Goddess of Destiny also inevitably caused the three-phase incarnation of Nyx to change accordingly.

"Of course, Nyx, after all, as the original god of Chaos, you suddenly fled far away, which inevitably made me a little curious."

Looking around Nyx, Erebus looked in the direction behind her.

However, there was no result.

The void is cold and dead. The farther outside, the weaker the sense of existence becomes. But for Erebus, this scene is actually not unfamiliar.

He was also like this once, following a certain connection all the way outward, and finally discovered the remains of the Nine Realms, and that 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 alien god... He is far 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."

"Huh, do you care about this?"

With a sneer, under the unpredictable veil, Nyx's eyes were slightly mocking.

"At least at this point, that God-King is more responsible than you."

"He is becoming more and more bound to this world, but you are probably just the opposite."

Without any further thoughts, Nyx's body moved again. She crashed directly through the darkness in front of her, and then headed towards the world.

Just as Erebus was aware of the changes in the Land of Evernight, Nyx was more or less aware of what he had done.

The underground world next to the underworld, the newly born intelligent race, powerful individuals with aura similar to those of the outer gods, and the lightless realm where special turbulence comes from time to time...

Does he care about the world? He just cares about his ulterior plan.

A [Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood] that exceeds the specifications is enough to make him fearful. Erebus naturally does not want another one to come - even if it comes, it will only come after his plan is successful.

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

The black shadow crossed the void and suddenly fell into the night in the lower part of the world, leaving only Erebus standing in the void.

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

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

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

"The only person who can intervene in this step now is probably this outsider."

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

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

The source of all this was the wooden branch that he accidentally stabbed into his palm.

"Isn't your power endless? Or, at this stage, as long as you can infect and assimilate enough beings, your power will actually increase?"

Taking a deep breath, Erebus could only hope that he could be more powerful this time in this world and not let the other party make bigger moves in the third era. .

Watching silently, the Lord of Darkness felt a little regretful. He should pay more attention to Him, otherwise it would not have resulted in today's results. However, while he was deep in thought, he did not notice that besides Nyx, there was another stream of light wrapped in time and space passing by him.

Of course, even if he paid attention, he probably wouldn't be able to discover this...

As if replaying a scene hundreds of millions of years ago, the stream of light crashed into the world of Chaos, and an ordinary body seemed to be about to form.

Some force cuts off his connection with all external things, whether it is fate or something else. Perhaps this kind of cutting is of little use to the world of Chaos itself, but he can indeed hide everything else——

hum-

Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's due to some kind of attraction. This stream of light wrapped in the power of time and space was affected by the remaining power of time and space during its final flight.

The bending of time is also reflected in it, his time is 'slowed down'.

It might be hundreds of years, it might be thousands of years. In short, when he really comes to this world, it probably won't be tomorrow.