[Greek Mythology] The Avenger

Now Typhon can finally understand why his father finally returned to the abyss, and he has now fallen into a whirlpool of decadence that he cannot extricate himself from.There are no gods to fight with him, and the gods who can fight with him are too weak for him to arouse his interest.

Gaia's constraints prevented him from going to Mount Olympus to trouble Pallas unscrupulously.Think about it carefully, the seemingly free days outside are not as good as going back to the abyss.Even in the Bronze Prison, he can still scare the Titans on the upper floor, or pull the chains that trap him at the bottom floor like howling ghosts and wolves.

Although the life in the abyss has gone through countless years, it is also somewhat monotonous and boring, but it is the same now, apart from being boring, it is still boring.

Such is life, there is never a moment of satisfaction.Typhon was thinking about the possibility of sneaking up to Mount Olympus to make a fuss.Gaia didn't know what she was doing recently, but with her usual majesty, she couldn't restrain Typhon at this moment.

It's like a child who has always been obedient and has no real constraints from his parents, finally in his rebellious period, he wants to do something to show that he is not ordinary.Humming a tune, Typhon started walking towards Mount Olympus step by step with bare feet.

Typhon loved listening to music, and it fascinated him no matter what instrument it played on.This is probably something that all the gods can't understand, but Typhon doesn't mind this little hobby at all, even if it was because of this hobby, he suffered a big loss back then and was given by some hypocrites. cheated.

God knows, he really thought that he was just an ordinary shepherd boy who could play some moving music.

Typhon didn't listen to many pieces of music. He had heard his own howl, and the music of the shepherd boy's deceit. Most of the time, he stayed in the endless dark and cold abyss, enduring day after day. , a small and silent space.

But it turns out that there are actually a lot of creatures that can play these days.Typhon shook the shackles around his neck and stopped his steps.It was a beautiful piece of music, something he had never heard before.

If someone asked Typhon, what is his favorite music?Typhon would definitely admire with eyes as if looking at the most glorious existence in the world: "That must be a kind, just simply fluctuating a few strings, or playing a few notes, can make people go from soul to blood, It's as if there are fairies dancing and dancing in the middle, a kind of tingling feeling that is as deep as countless ants gnawing on the bone marrow."

Of course, Typhon has never had the chance to say these words. After all, no one would ask the terrible and terrifying him: "Hey, Typhon, what do you think is the most beautiful music?" After responding, he will definitely look at Typhon with an absolutely strange look.

Now the clear music sound is echoing in the air, but this can only be regarded as a clear music sound, but it makes Typhon truly feel intoxicated all over his body.Typhon narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a few steps forward, trying to find the owner of the sound of the music.

Even if it was a god again, he recognized it.

With blond curly hair, wearing only a half-length robe, toned and delicate muscles, every inch has the most perfect proportions.A distinctive, instantly recognizable lyre.The owner of the clear music is Apollo.

Apollo seems to be immersed in his own music, unable to extricate himself.Countless creatures in nature approached him involuntarily because of Apollo's music.

The picture in front of him was so beautiful that it kept hitting Typhon's vision.Even if Typhon fought Apollo, it was the first time he discovered Apollo's musical talent.

Typhon didn't approach, he just chose an angle where he could see Apollo, sat down steadily, and then slowly closed his eyes, listening to Apollo's casual but heartfelt and moving music.He was completely drunk, drunk on the simplest plucking of a few strings by a god.

At this moment, because of his twists and turns, Apollo returned to Mount Olympus and assumed his priesthood again. He was impetuous and overwhelmed, so he wanted to come to the wild to relieve his mood.

However, after turning all the negative energy into music and expelling it, his music changed a tune and became the clear sound of nature that belongs to him again.Because of this, his music slowly began to attract all kinds of creatures, even Typhon.

Apollo, who was sent flying by Typhon because of carelessness, would never be happy to see Typhon again, after all Typhon had completely trampled his own dignity under his feet.But there are always coincidences in everything.

When Typhon opened his eyes again, Apollo was still immersed in his music.Apollo seems to have forgotten time and everything around him. He can only hear the music he plays, and can only feel the touch of his own undulating strings.

Typhon looked at Apollo with some doubts, as if he didn't understand why even playing a piece of music could drive the player crazy.Slowly, Typhon moved his steps towards Apollo.

The chains on his body made a slight crisp sound as Typhon moved forward.These slight crisp sounds kept up with the rhythm of Apollo's music.No, it's not that these crisp sounds keep up, but Apollo, who is addicted at the moment, naturally uses this bit of crisp sound.

Apollo didn't open his eyes, he just played and listened.Typhon squeezed through countless animals and walked up to Apollo. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Apollo's face with his head tilted. After a while, he turned his attention to the instrument in Apollo's hand.

Apollo who was sitting still didn't open his eyes, he thought it was the intimacy of some animals, he didn't take the sudden strong sense of presence to heart at all.

After listening for a while again, Typhon sat among the animals this time, tilting his head slightly, ready to continue listening to Apollo's playing.It's clear that neither Typhon nor Apollo cares one bit about the passage of time.For them, it seems that music has become their highest belief at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, maybe so long that the life of an ordinary human being had passed before Apollo finally decided to slow down the rhythm of his playing, and began to match his music ceremony with a perfect ending.

Typhon also seemed to have slowly recovered himself from the sound of the music. He asked in an unobtrusive voice, "What instrument is this? It sounds good."

Apollo can naturally feel that the speaker is the creature who has listened to him playing for a long time. His hands have stopped, but he has not opened his eyes, as if he is still experiencing the aftertaste of the concert just now: "Lila, it's Hermer. But I am afraid that Hermes is no longer in Mount Olympus."

Typhon didn't care about Hermes at all, the way he looked at Apollo was completely different now.If it was said that the way he looked at Apollo in the past was contempt for the gods, then now, there is a strange worship in his eyes, as well as a strange...possessive desire.

How wonderful it would be if this music could only be played for myself.How wonderful it would be if it was only for myself...

Typhon looked at Apollo with more and more complicated eyes, with the thrilling dark tone: "Apollo, I know you can play, but I really didn't expect your playing skills to be so—exquisite——"

Apollo finally opened his eyes when he heard that the other party dared to call him by his name.And the moment he opened his eyes, his hand holding the piano was visibly tightened: "Typhon?! I really didn't expect that a monster like you would still appreciate music."

Of course Typhon knew he was a monster, but what about monsters?Monsters can also appreciate the beauty of music.He grinned and propped up his small head with one hand: "The appreciation of music does not distinguish between race and blood. Your ability to play the piano is much better than your ability to fight."

Apollo suppressed the anger that slowly emerged: "Never underestimate the fighting power of the gods."

Typhon grinned: "I have never underestimated you, because I have never paid attention to your combat power. You are too weak, you are really too weak."

Apollo's mood was healed by the music, but at this moment he was completely spoiled by Typhon, and he glared at Typhon angrily: "Come and fight, I will fight you, and I will tell you with my strength, never underestimate any god. "

An unpredictable cold light flashed in Typhon's eyes, but there was still that weird smile on his face: "Oh? On Mount Olympus, you lost, right? Also, I heard that you were in the underworld He also fought with the current God King and God Queen? He also lost, right? Admitting your defeat is not something to be ashamed of."

What should not be mentioned, but Typhon just wanted to mention it.A few words made Apollo's face extremely gloomy: "I will declare war on you in the name of my Apollo. If you lose, you must apologize to me for your remarks just now."

Typhon put down his supporting hand, shrugged with a smile, "Then, you lost?"

Apollo's face darkened even more: "If I lose, I'll just admit what you just said."

Typhon shook his head: "Then I'm at a loss too. Change the terms." Typhon put forward his purpose, "If you lose, then you will be at my disposal. Of course, I won't kill you, then It's a pity too."

Typhon's request only made Apollo feel worse.But in the end Apollo still had a gloomy face, nodded and agreed to Typhon's request: "Okay, I agree."

The moment Typhon heard Apollo's agreement, he slowly released all the power in him.The creatures who were originally attracted by Apollo's beautiful music, after feeling the power of Typhon, quickly began to flee in panic.

Feeling the increasingly solemn atmosphere in the air, Apollo began to release the power of light that was completely opposite to Typhon's.

Apollo knew more than just archery. As the owner of the sun chariot, as a symbol of light, he was not just the one he showed on Mount Olympus.

But Typhon didn't feel the threat from Apollo at all, because for Typhon, he would, and naturally it wasn't just those dispensable powers, what he preferred was the most primitive bloody battle.

The author has something to say: the first update, I don’t know when the second update will be released, anyway, there are still two chapters before 2:24 on the evening of the [-]nd, there must be a second update [Hey!

I got home very late, today is my sister’s birthday (*/ω＼*) two big Virgos_(:з」∠)_

Typhon: La la la la, I want to listen to music~

Apollo: == #Get out!