Greek Mythology: A loving father and a filial son

Zeus and Apollo looked at the two goddesses Dionysus and Athena in disbelief. They really didn't expect that there would be gods like Dionysus behind them.

Zeus and Apollo looked at the two goddesses Dionysus and Athena in disbelief, their eyes full of shock and anger. Zeus, the father of the gods, has always been the supreme ruler of Olympus, and his majesty and power have never been so blatantly challenged. Apollo, as the god of music, art, prophecy and the sun, has always been the best among the gods. At this moment, his self-esteem and pride suffered an unprecedented blow.

The wrath of Zeus shot out from his eyes like blazing fire. His face turned livid, and the veins on his forehead popped out, as if he was about to release all the power of his anger. He holds the Thunder Hammer tightly in his hand, which is a symbol of his strength and a deadly weapon against his enemies.

"Bacchus!" Zeus roared, his voice echoing like thunder over Mount Olympus, "How dare you betray me! Do you think you can openly challenge me with the support of Athena and Artemis? Authority? You are wrong! I am the father of the gods and the supreme ruler of Mount Olympus. My power is beyond your imagination!"

As he spoke, Zeus waved the thunder hammer in his hand, and bolts of lightning burst out from the hammer and struck Dionysus. When Dionysus saw this, he dodged and cleverly avoided Zeus' attack. He knew that he was not Zeus's opponent yet and must deal with it carefully.

Zeus looked at Dionysus angrily and continued: "Your Highness Bacchus, I didn't hear what you said clearly just now. Say it again!"

Zeus looked at Dionysus angrily, and his eyes seemed to spurt out blazing flames, igniting the surrounding air. His face had turned livid, as if dyed with endless anger, which was daunting. The veins on his forehead popped out, like twisted snakes, beating constantly under the power of anger.

He clenched the Thunder Hammer in his hand, his knuckles turning white from excessive exertion. The thunder hammer is his symbol and the source of his power. Every swing will bring devastating power. However, at this moment, he did not launch an attack immediately, but stared at Dionysus with angry eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Your Highness Bacchus, what did you just say?" Zeus's voice echoed in the air like thunder, causing the entire Mount Olympus to tremble slightly. His tone was full of anger and threats, as if he was questioning a traitor who had committed a heinous crime.

Dionysus couldn't help but shudder when he saw Zeus' angry look. He knew that what he just said had completely angered the father of the gods. He spoke slowly: "Your Highness Zeus, I did not betray you, nor did I challenge your authority. I just hope to bring new vitality and changes to Mount Olympus."

"New vitality and change?" Zeus sneered, "Who do you think you are? Why do you think you are qualified to bring new vitality and change to Olympus? You are just a newly promoted god, a You inexperienced boy! Why do you think your ideas and practices are more advanced than those of us ancient gods?"

Dionysus was speechless by Zeus's words. He knew that no matter what he said now, he could not calm Zeus's anger. He could only stand there silently, enduring Zeus's angry gaze and endless pressure.

Seeing that Dionysus stopped talking, Zeus became even more angry. He waved the Thunder Hammer in his hand, and bolts of lightning burst out from the hammer, intertwining into a huge power grid in the air and shrouding Dionysus.

"Do you think you can escape without speaking?" Zeus roared, "Do you think you can escape my punishment without speaking? You are wrong! I want you to know the consequences of challenging my authority! "

As he spoke, the thunder hammer in Zeus's hand slammed into Dionysus. At that moment, the entire Mount Olympus seemed to tremble, and the air was filled with the power of thunder and lightning and the oppressive feeling of divine power. When Dionysus saw this, his heart tightened, and he knew that he had to deal with this blow with all his strength.

Apollo also looked at Dionysus angrily and said, "Your Highness Bacchus, this is not good for you. Didn't you say you support me in becoming the God King?"

Apollo looked at Dionysus angrily, as if two blazing flames were burning in his eyes. As the god of music, art, prophecy and the sun, Apollo has always been the best among the gods. At this moment, his self-esteem and pride were hit as never before. He felt that he had been deceived by Dionysus, a feeling that made him extremely angry and miserable.

"Bacchus!" Apollo roared, his voice like gold and iron, shaking the entire Mount Olympus, "How dare you betray me! You once swore to support me to become the king of gods, but now you have turned to Zeus, are you kidding me? Do you think you can escape my wrath by doing this?"

A powerful divine power burst out from Apollo's body, and there seemed to be a blazing sun rising behind him, emitting endless light and heat. In his hand he held a golden lyre, which was his artifact and a symbol of his power. He plucked the strings hard, sending out deafening sound waves that swept towards Dionysus.

Sound waves vibrated in the air, as if countless swords were flying, trying to tear Dionysus into pieces. Dionysus was shocked when he saw this. He knew that he must now deal with Apollo's attack with all his strength. He took a deep breath and activated the divine power in his body to form an invisible shield in front of him.

A smile appeared on Bacchus's face and he said, "I want to become the God King myself."

After speaking, the gods present immediately became silent. When Apollo heard what Dionysus said, his anger reached its climax. He could not tolerate the ambition and betrayal of this new god. As the god of music, art, prophecy and the sun, Apollo decided to teach Dionysus a profound lesson about who was the real master on Mount Olympus.

The golden lyre bloomed with dazzling light in Apollo's hands. He plucked the strings vigorously and unleashed an even more powerful sonic attack. These sound waves were like materialized swords, roaring towards Dionysus with destructive power. The entire Mount Olympus was shaking under this force, as if it was about to collapse.

When Dionysus saw this, he did not dare to be careless at all. He knew that Apollo was extremely powerful and that he might die if he was not careful. He took a deep breath, activated the divine power in his body, and resisted Apollo's attack with all his strength. A glass of wine appears in his hand, his artifact and a symbol of his power. He raised the wine high, muttered something, and then swung it forward suddenly.

An invisible force spurted out from the wine, colliding hard with Apollo's sound waves. This force carries the aura of disruption and rebirth, as if it wants to break all the old order and reshape a new world. The two forces collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening noise. The entire Mount Olympus was shaking under the impact of this force, as if it was about to collapse.

Apollo and Dionysus were fighting inextricably in the air, their figures flashing rapidly in the air, and each collision erupted with dazzling light. Their powers offset each other, and no one could gain the upper hand. This battle is not just a showdown of strength, but also a battle of faith and will. Both sides tried their best and did not back down.