The emperor of the sea broke up every day [Greek mythology]

The pearl emits a warm light, illuminating a large area of ​​bronze, which is the face of Atlas, the giant god of the sky. He has been exposed to the sun for a long time, and his tough face has become as rough as sand and stone.粝.

Poseidon mobilized his memory and remembered the identity of this god: Atlas is one of the twelve Titan gods, the son of Iapetus.He once participated in the rebellion against Zeus, but was finally surrendered, and was condemned for this, and was punished to support the sky in the far west.Tens of thousands of years have passed since he was punished. The narrow-minded Zeus refused to let him go, and even raped his daughter Maia, the goddess of wind and rain, in order to humiliate him. offspring.

The irony is that the giant god has always refused to lower his proud head, but his grandson has become the messenger of Zeus.

Seeing the barrenness in his huge pupils, Poseidon couldn't help feeling sorry for him.But even the gods are responsible for their actions, and even though the punishment in the mythical world is much harsher, he can't help him.The only thing he can do is to treat him as politely as possible, not as the winner of the Olympian pantheon.

"Hello, Atlas."

Poseidon couldn't say more polite words. If he said "nice to meet you" to Atlas, it would be too strange, as if he was watching his joke.He can only express his friendliness with a smile and see how Atlas responds.

Hearing this, Atlas snorted, "No, I'm not good, Poseidon."

The sky weighed heavily down on his bent back, which was different from the usual feeling of using his hands and shoulders to support him. He felt like a bow stretched to the extreme, which would break in two in the next second.He said: "With the entire sky on my back, I can't go anywhere. How can it be good?"

His tone was flat, and no resentment could be heard, but in that long silence, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging.

Poseidon pursed his lips, not knowing how to respond.

Amphitrite took his hand.

Atlas' eyes turned to Amphitrite: "Your lover?"

Although he became a prisoner of Zeus, he still retained the arrogance of the Titan god, and his tone of mentioning Amphitrite seemed a little casual.

Poseidon was not very happy, he shook Amphitrite's hand back, looked at Atlas and said, "No, he is my lover."

"Oh, love." Atlas' tone was still contemptuous.

Poseidon was even more displeased. He kicked the fluffy grass with his feet, and said in a more serious tone: "Atlas, if you continue to maintain this attitude, we don't need to continue our conversation. Ann is my half body, If you don't respect him, you're humiliating me!"

Atlas smiled, and he put away the contempt in his eyes: "Poseidon, you are very good, at least you are not as ruthless as Zeus."

Although he listened to the messages conveyed by the birds and the wind, the Sea Emperor Poseidon is not a dedicated one.

Poseidon could hear that his tone was still a little subtle, but somehow he restrained himself a lot and didn't pursue it further.

The words are not speculative, he doesn't want to tell Atlas that he and Ann are here to destroy the box, not to chat with the giant god: "Atlas, maybe you should use your hands to support the sky again." It’s too tiring to use your back instead of your hands.”

Atlas said: "It's rare to have someone to talk to, and it's okay to be tired."

Hearing this, I felt that he was quite pitiful.

Poseidon frowned.

Atlas asked them again: "Why did you come here—" His eyes turned left and right, unable to bear the intrusion of the night fog, the thin fog made him wet all over, and it was difficult to see people: "Bringing such a tiresome mist to the Far West!"

The mist was still puffing and puffing, and it kept rising, all piled up on the back of Atlas.

Poseidon didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.He couldn't say that he came here by wandering, that wouldn't win Atlas' trust at all.But if he were to confess his intentions, he did not trust Atlas, the unfriendly Titan.

At this time, Amphitrite helped him out: "We are here to seek help from Chaos, the God of Chaos." He said, with a sincere tone and a generous attitude, which could withstand Atlas' suspicious eyes.

Poseidon: "..."

Poseidon didn't even know that he was looking for Chaos, the God of Chaos.

Amphitrite knows how to deceive people, even though he is a straightforward male god.But after all, he has many sisters, and he remembered their carelessness in his heart, and he used it at this time, just in case of emergency.He didn't rush to say all the excuses he thought of, but waited for Atlas to ask, and he asked a little bit, and the lie sounded more real.

Sure enough, Atlas questioned because of doubts: "You are looking for Chaos, the God of Chaos?"

He didn't quite believe it: "The noble Chaos God has long fallen into a deep sleep, can you get his response?"

Amphitrite said: "Maybe you can't get it, maybe you can get it, you have to try. Both Dong and I think so."

He expressed his attitude, and at the same time brought along the confused Poseidon.

Poseidon was used to pretending to be the unpredictable Sea Emperor, but at this moment he nodded slightly, unexpectedly looking decent.

Atlas asked again: "What's the matter with you that you need Chaos God to help, can't other gods do it?"

Poseidon felt that it was like pulling a ball of string, a little bit would involve a lot, endlessly.He had a headache, but he heard Amphitrite continue to lie: "Building the world in the void and establishing order in the chaos, isn't this the priesthood of the God of Chaos? Dong and I built a new continent - Atlantis , but the order on the island is relatively chaotic, we need the guidance of the God of Chaos."

Hearing this, Poseidon finally connected everything together, and he echoed: "Yes. We plan to go to the cracks on the edge of heaven and earth, look for the footprints of Chaos God, express our appeal to him, offer gifts, and see Can you reap his blessings?"

Poseidon said, in order to win the trust of Atlas, he took out Pandora's box.

He asked Atlas for help: "Atlas, you stand so high, you must be able to see where the cracks of chaos are, please guide us."

Atlas' eyes were attracted by the small wooden box, his eyes changed slightly, and he said, "Poseidon, what's in that box is your gift to Chaos God?"

Poseidon didn't notice the change in his expression, and continued to make up: "Yes, I carefully selected this from the sea emperor's treasury."

Atlas seemed hesitant: "Such a small box, what good things can it hold? Chaos God would like it? If you don't mind, can you let me see what's in the box? Maybe I can give you some advice .”

Poseidon: "..."

Of course Poseidon minds!

He could only refuse: "No, thank you for your kindness, Atlas, but this gift belongs exclusively to the God of Chaos. If I open the gift box in advance, I'm afraid it will make him unhappy."

"Oh, that's fine."

Atlas was very good at talking, he retracted his gaze from the box, pretended to be helpful, and stretched out his hand to show Poseidon the way.Before Poseidon could react, he suddenly stirred up the night fog and turned it into his own power. Taking advantage of the night fog to block his eyes, he reached out to Poseidon and pinched the box precisely. took it into his own hands.

Poseidon realized that his hands were empty.

Atlas pinched the box with his nails and laughed, "Damn Poseidon, you are trying to fool me!"

He tore off the mask of friendship, and those hostility stretched out like ferocious claws.

Poseidon didn't quite understand how he found something wrong, but he still insisted on his previous statement.

Atlas raised his eyebrows and spewed out his anger: "Do you really think that I am in the far west, so I won't pay attention to you stupid bugs? Let me tell you, I pay attention to you all the time. I want to see the movement of Zeus, I want to see him being hurt by arrogance, I want to see you gods who suppressed our Titans in the past, will be backlashed one day!"

"If you don't show me this box, maybe I don't know what your intentions are, but..." He put the box in his hand and played with it. Pandora could hold that square box, and he could hold it to his chest, but at his fingertips Smaller than a marble.He laughed even more strangely: "Didn't Zeus give this box to Pandora? I've been waiting for you to fight, why are you destroying the box?"

He has seen through the intentions of the two male gods.

They didn't have anything to ask the God of Chaos for help, they just wanted to throw Pandora's box into the crack of chaos, and let Zeus' calculation disappear invisible.

But how could he fulfill them?

When Poseidon fought for him, hoping that he could focus his hatred on Zeus and destroy Zeus' conspiracy with him, he shook his head and said, "How fun is that? Aren't you curious that the box contains What exactly is it? Why don't you try it on yourself!"

As he spoke, he picked up the box with his fingers, and threw the box at Poseidon at the same time.

What broke Zeus' plot, and what good would that do him?Poseidon has nothing to lose, so how could he get into trouble with Zeus?Only if Poseidon suffers, he will hold a grudge, and Zeus will suffer more serious backlash!

Haha, let's fight!

Hurry up!

Hatred rolled in Atlas' eyes, and he laughed wantonly, shaking the world with his laughter.

The box was half-opened, and it flew from the air. The plague inside was like a hideous human face, rushing towards Poseidon.

Amphitrite frowned, and swung a divine power in front of Poseidon to help him fend off the plague.

Seeing this, Poseidon was very worried about Amphitrite's situation, but he couldn't leave the half-open box alone.He remembered that in the fairy tales, many ominous things would fly out of Pandora's box after it was opened, and he had to close it in time, so that all beings would not suffer because of the enmity between him and Zeus, or because of Atlas' revenge!

Poseidon flew over, wrapped the wooden box with divine power, and closed it with a click.

The moment he closed it, Poseidon breathed a sigh of relief and realized something was wrong—there seemed to be nothing in the box, and his divine power barrier was not disturbed at all.So, there's nothing in it but the plague?

Poseidon subconsciously looked at Amphitrite, worried that he would be injured by the plague.

"install--"

Before Poseidon could finish speaking, Amphitrite stopped him suddenly: "Dong, don't come here!"

Poseidon thumped in his heart, he stopped, his face pale.

Atlas' crazy laughter was still echoing in the surrounding air. At that moment, Poseidon had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The plague...was prepared for him by Zeus. It was impossible to go around and go around. After spending so much time, it was easily settled.

Ann, is the divine body corroded by the plague?

Poseidon was even more worried, but for some reason, he couldn't lift his feet, so he could only confirm with Amphitrite with his eyes, wanting an answer that would make him feel at ease.

Amphitrite looked normal, without a hint of pain.He looked at Atlas with a cold expression, but he was still telling Poseidon: "Dong, you stand there first, so as not to accidentally hurt you—"

As he spoke, countless small water knives condensed in his hands and flew towards Atlas.

Atlas couldn't dodge, and the sky on his body determined that he couldn't be as agile as an ordinary god.He also has no intention of avoiding it.Because he didn't believe that Amphitrite could pierce his skin and hurt his divine body.Right now he has more important things - to enjoy his happiness.

He is happy!

As long as Poseidon and Zeus quarrel, he is happy!

However, the water knives were beyond his expectation, they cut through his defense with extremely sharp and soft force, and soaked through his flesh.His laughter stopped, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly felt the coldness and pain from his bones.

He glared at Amphitrite, his eyes wide open: "What did you do to me?!"

Amphitrite didn't answer him.

He was even angrier, and wanted to punch Amphitrite, but he felt that his sore limbs did not obey the command, and he could not use his strength.

He roared again: "What did you do?!"

Amphitrite still had no intention of answering.

What did he do?

He just used water to make Atlas' bones ache all over his body, and the attack happened every few tens of seconds. It wasn't fatal, but it couldn't be removed. It was like ants crawling on his body, and he couldn't get rid of it.

This is his punishment for trying to count them.

This punishment is actually not too heavy for him.

He should be glad that he didn't hurt Dong...

Fortunately, he protected Dong.

But at this moment, he had to go.

Amphitrite pursed her lips, fixed her eyes on Poseidon for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "Dong, I heard the call of my sisters, they are calling me to calm the storm on the sea and make the ship sail smoothly. "

Poseidon opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was preempted by Amphitrite.His tone was light, but his speech was extremely fast. He briefly explained a few words to him and asked him to go back to the Sea Emperor Palace by himself, then hurriedly left him with a back view.

This was the first time Poseidon saw Amphitrite's back after they fell in love.

His lover is always so gentle and caring, waiting for him silently when meeting, watching him leave when parting.

They had never had such a hasty parting before, and it was just after a mess...

He gave Atlas the punishment he deserved with a wave of his hand, and he should be fine.Poseidon tried to convince himself like this, but his heart seemed to be stuffed with a large ball of cotton wool, which was full but unreal, as if it was so light that it couldn't fall to the ground.

He always felt that Ann was avoiding him.

——Is An afraid that the plague will infect him?

Poseidon was unwilling to believe this terrible guess, but he had to believe it.

Ann must have been affected by the plague, otherwise it wouldn't be like this!

Poseidon thought, he had to confirm his guess, he couldn't rest assured and uneasy filled his heart.

Why is An so bad, he doesn't even give him any information to make him feel at ease!

It was rare for Poseidon to feel wronged, which made his nose sour and his eyes flushed.

He hurriedly chased in the direction Amphitrite left, exhaling in the cold night mist.

He thought again, but Ann was so nice.

——When Pandora's box was opened, he stood in front of him without hesitation.

Such a good An, his favorite god, how could he allow the slightest possible danger to appear by his side?

He had to find him, now, now.

He is going to his side.

--install.

Poseidon looked around, and saw the night mist, like his heart, filled with mist, unable to see the light of the road ahead.

But his eyes remained firm.

Because no matter what the situation is, he will advance and retreat with Ann.