[Greek mythology] Apollo's counterattack plan

Meanwhile, the deep ocean floor, the very bottom of Atlantis, where the brass pillars took root.

Sea God, who had been repairing the Pillars of Atlantis with divine power, suddenly trembled and opened his eyes in astonishment.

His son, Triton, had come to him immediately.

"Do you feel it?" Poseidon asked.

"I feel it, father," Triton said, taking a deep breath, "Atlantis is going to sink."

"That's right." Poseidon's expression was rarely solemn, "Who did it?"

Triton smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it can only be Apollo."

Poseidon sighed heavily, and he didn't know whether to regret trapping him here, or regret not taking good care of him.

"Then," Poseidon pondered, "he should be on the first continent now. Only there can he touch the core of the Atretis Pillar."

Originally, the big pillar was not so fragile, but when Ares stayed here before, he had already caused a lot of damage, so Apollo gave it the final fatal blow.

"Oh, you can't blame him." So he sighed again.

"So what do we do now?" Triton asked.

Poseidon thought for a while, and then said to his son, "I can't last long if the Pillars of Atlantis die. You go and prepare for everyone to escape."

"Yes." Triton replied.

The steps and methods of escaping had been determined a long time ago, just in case.He just needs to execute.

Terry took two steps, then turned around and asked, "So, father, where do the people on the island migrate to?"

Poseidon has already planned: "A small part will be moved to the Greek city-states, and the rest will be transported to places like Asia Minor and Europa. These people grew up believing in the god of the sea. Even if they leave Atlantis, Their beliefs will not change easily. I am assured that they will spread the belief about Poseidon to other parts of the world."

Above the first continent.

As soon as Apollo and Plato walked out of the room, they saw a huge temple outside, surrounding the pillar.The robed priest ran around in panic, not knowing what he was busy with.

They didn't care so much, they rushed out, and finally someone saw them.

"Who are you?" the man yelled.

"We are..." Plato was about to make up an identity when the man said again, "Okay, no matter who you are, hurry up and get on board."

Plato was stunned: "Ship, what ship?"

The man looked at him like a fool: "Don't you know? Atlantis is about to sink to the bottom of the sea, of course I escaped by boat. The sea god just issued an order, you go back and pack your things, sunset We are going to take a sea boat before, and Prince Terry will lead us away. You two, whichever one you see, go on board when you see the boat."

After speaking, the man ignored them and ran away by himself.

Plato was stunned when he heard this.

Atlantis would sink too.It never occurred to him that such a thing was possible.

He turned his head, only to see that the pillars behind him suddenly became dim and irrelevant.

Apollo held his hand and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I think it's because of the few arrows I shot just now."

Plato held him back, and said, "You are here to save me, so there's no way I'm sorry. I'm grateful to you before it's too late."

"But," Apollo still felt bad, "I ruined your home... Now it seems that you have to move to another place."

Plato asked, "What is the other place?"

Apollo thought for a while, and said: "For example, Athens, Sparta, Crete, and Delphi, you are always welcome to go there. Oh, by the way, Troy can also be inhabited, but I suggest you not go. , that place will be destroyed sooner or later.”

Plato asked again: "Are those places bad?"

"Okay," Apollo replied without hesitation, "especially Crete, the people there are very hospitable."

"Is there any wine to drink?"

"Of course there are, as many as you want. Not only wine, but everything you can eat in Atlantis is available there. Moreover, there are all kinds of gadgets shipped from the far east."

"Since that's the case, why should we be sorry for us? We just changed to live in another place. Not only that, but we also changed to a better place to live." Plato smiled, "To be precise, I should thank you Well. No, it’s not just me, the whole continent of Atlantis is like this, we all have to thank you, it’s you who made the Sea God have to let us go. If it wasn’t for you, all of us would have spent our entire lives I can’t even see the sun. I only know now that being able to see the sun and enjoy the sea breeze is a very happy thing in itself.”

He was talking, with a satisfied smile on his face. Apollo was full of guilt, but when he heard him say that, he felt a lot better.

Plato smiled, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

Not for the hometown that is about to sink, but for the friends who are about to part.

It's time for Apollo to go, and he shouldn't go to places like Athens and Crete with him.

He is a god, and he lives in a place called Olympus, which must be a thousand times better than Athens.He probably wouldn't come over, and from then on, they never had a chance to meet again.

He turned his head away and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.

Little did he know that Apollo felt sad for a while.

His lifespan is infinite, but mortals' lifespan is limited after all, they will be separated sooner or later, if not this time, it will be the next time.

Speaking of which, Plato can be regarded as his second mortal friend, the first being Hector, Prince of Troy.

He was a little ashamed of that friend, after all, his city of Troy would be destroyed by the gods of Olympus sooner or later.

But for Plato, he really didn't want to be separated from him, and it would be best if he could live for a long time, just like Hermes, they could play together whenever they wanted.

Thinking of this, Apollo suddenly had an idea, took out a large handful of magic medicine, stuffed it into Plato's hand, and said, "You keep these."

"what is this?"

"It's a magic medicine. Did I tell you that besides being the god of light and prophecy, I'm also the god of medicine."

Plato showed a surprised expression very cooperatively: "My God, how can you have so many priesthoods by yourself."

"I don't know," Apollo said with a smile, "anyway, when you get sick in the future, just eat one, and they will cure you. Although they won't give you permanent life, they will It will definitely cure your illness and allow you to live for a long time. One day, I will go to the underworld and ask Hades not to let death take you away."

Plato moved his lips, and wanted to ask what the underworld and Hades were, but held back.He didn't want to spend his last days with him talking endlessly about other people.

It was Apollo himself who talked excitedly: "Pluto is the god who controls death. Everyone will go to his underground kingdom after death. But I heard that some gods have successfully taken the dead from him. People brought it back. For example, Dionysus, he once went to the underworld and brought back his mother who had been dead for many years. So, as long as Hades agrees, you don’t have to be troubled by death. Plus My magic medicine, you can keep youth and health forever while you are immortal. You will live longer than all the people in the world, and you will have all the wisdom and extraordinary experience in the world."

Plato smiled: "Is this a blessing from God?"

Apollo also smiled: "It's not just a blessing, this is my plan."

Although Plato was smiling, he knew clearly in his heart that this process might be easier said than done.Otherwise, why has never heard of mortal immortality before?Even the books in the library don't have any records.

Even so, he still said with a smile: "I didn't know it before, it turns out that mortals can live forever."

"Of course you can," Apollo said. "Not only that, but mortals can become gods. You just need to drink the fairy wine from Mount Olympus."

"However," he frowned in distress, "only Zeus, the king of gods, can decide whether mortals are eligible to live on Mount Olympus, and whether they can drink divine food and immortal liquid. Anyway, he himself once Brought back a prince from a city-state and gave him the chance to live forever. But he is very stingy, if other gods want to take people back, he won’t allow it.”

Having said that, Apollo curled his lips, and began to think about how to persuade Zeus, and it would be best for him to bring Plato back.

If Zeus disagrees...

Well, if he really disagrees, it seems that he has nothing to do, unless... he is the king of gods, so he can take anyone back if he wants to.

When Apollo thought of this, he was taken aback by the idea.

They talked and walked, and although they walked extremely slowly, they finally reached the coast.

"Okay, hurry up and get on the boat." Apollo pushed Plato, "If you don't go, I'm afraid the seats will be taken away by others."

"No hurry," Plato said, "Look, there are boats everywhere on the shore, and the Sea God is very well prepared. There will definitely be a place for me."

He didn't want to get on the boat because he was worried that if he got on, Apollo would leave immediately, and he would never see him again.

So the two sat on the stone under the tree and watched the priest busy, moving things to the boat.

Their faces were not so much sad, but excited and apprehensive.

It seems that Plato was right. The people of Atlantis were also very excited to get rid of this isolation.

When the sun was setting, Plato finally got on a boat.

He didn't have any belongings, just a few pearls of limited value once he left Atlantis, and the magic medicine given by Apollo.

While sitting in the boat, he kept looking up at the sky.He saw with his own eyes that Apollo flew into the vast sky without wings, but the clouds were too thick and the light was too dim for him to see clearly.

He just knew he was there.

While Apollo was standing in the dark clouds, he saw Atlantis sinking suddenly, the vast expanse of blue sea roared, and the entire continent was soon submerged in a huge wave.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of conch shells sounded, thick and long, continuous, and the blue sea parted from it. Countless boats were supported by the waves and emerged from the bottom of the sea. There were densely packed people and things on the boats.

This is the migration of an entire continent.

Poseidon and Triton rode dolphins and led the way.

Apollo saw Poseidon raised his head, his eyes pierced through the heavy clouds, and he looked straight in his direction, showing a usual smile.

He snorted, thinking that he would settle this account with you later.

A dazed god, has lost the figure of Plato.

At this moment, what no one expected was that the ten continents sank into the bottom of the sea together, not only setting off huge waves, but also awakening a sleeping giant underground.

He stretched himself, woke up, emerged from the ground, and headed for Mount Olympus.

He is Typhon, the son of Gaia, the Earth Mother, and Tartarus, the God of the Abyss.