Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus

Chapter 110: The Authority of Cronus

The sky, ?earth, underworld, ocean… The eyes of all the gods were firmly locked on the upright figure stepping out from the pitch-black vortex.

New generation of gods was emotionless. Many of the older generations of gods’ faces were trembling.

This figure was too familiar.

Still so magnificent, so terrifying!

Father of Hestia, Hades, Demeter, Poseidon, Hera, and Zeus.

The son of Uranus, the youngest brother of the twelve Titans, the shaper of Titan’s court, and the second King of Gods.

Cronus!

This was a name that was destined to be difficult to be forgotten.

Shrouded in golden light, Apollo gazed into this Titan’s King of Gods.

From the appearance, this did not look at all like the rumored brutal second-generation King of Gods.

His body was slender, wearing a clean white robe, crossed fingers in front of the chest, handsome and extraordinary cheeks, a chin a short beard.

Under the short light golden hair, the most striking thing was the pair of clear eyes.

Pure as a baby, like a lake without waves.

Gazing at the gods outside, his mouth held a smile, not like Iapetus and the others, as soon as they came out, chanting the name of the Abyss to launch an attack.

“Hestia, Hades, Demeter, my sons and daughters, you are all here.” Cronus greeted the three sons and daughters with a casual and smooth expression, like a father going home.

Hestia and Demeter were stunned, not believing that this was the Father God they knew so well.

Hades was a lot more relaxed but also with a strange face.

Seeing that his sons and daughters were not paying attention to him, Cronus lightly sighed: “It seems that you all still hate me; indeed, I did wrong at the beginning, so you have suffered a lot.”

“However, all these years in Tartarus, I’ve been enlightened by the Lord. I’ve already understood my mistakes and deeply regret everything. I’ve done it in the past. I’ve converted to the glory of Abyss, washed away my sins, and realized my true self.”

Like a pious priest, Cronus folded his hands over his chest, lowered his head, and confessed.

Such a scene was so bizarre that the gods were stunned.

Was this the second-generation King of Gods who was known for his valiant and powerful, tyrannical and brutal?

He actually said that he repented his past and understood himself.

The gods could not believe it.

Only Apollo and a few other gods were thoughtful.

“Cut the crap and help me take him down!” Growled Hades as death and darkness turned into coffins for the gods, sweeping over the light.

Cleos and Iapetus also similarly urged the divine power, chanting the name of the Abyss surrounding Apollo.

“Where there is light, there is my kingdom; and the will of light, the spirit of all things!” ｂｅｄ𝚗ｏ𝚟𝚎𝚕.𝚌𝚘ｍ

Apollo’s tone was solemn, and the golden book of light in his hand released infinite light, like the sun in the sky, shining on every inch of soil.

In the blazing light, both the Iapetus and Cleos screamed as if their souls were being judged.

Only the crown on top of Hades’ head trembled violently, emitting the black power of death to protect underworld.

But under the shroud of light, the crown above the head of this Lord of the Underworld seemed to gradually reach its limit and showed signs of collapse, vaguely revealing the appearance of Elysian Paradise.

At this point, Cronus finally let out a soft sigh: “Why do we have to kill each other? There are too many beautiful things in this world worth pursuing. Life is so beautiful. Why let it be rotten with a layer of cruelty?”

“But since it is the will of the Lord, I can only obey.”

With these words, this second-generation King of Gods’ body flashed and appeared in front of Apollo in a flash, a huge ‘power’ covered over.

Apollo’s golden eyes could not help but stare under the ‘all-seeing eye’. The power emitted by Crones was pure and all-encompassing divine power.

Both the power of sky and the power of thunder, as well as the power of light, the power of sea, the power of death, the power of time, the power of space, and so on.

It was as if it carried the attributes of all divine powers.

Boom!

Cronus’s power pounded on the infinite light, the mighty power surging through the void, the vast sky, the raging thunder, the bright light, the infinite space.

The field of light could not help but tremble, suppressed by the world’s ten thousand images.

“Is this the power of god?” Apollo whispered, his golden eyes twinkling as the golden book of light bloomed into a torrent.

“You see it all at once,” Cronus said with a smile, “The other gods always think of me as a God of time, or space, or order, but it’s really just my power and having all of their attributes. What I have is the power itself.”

Although there was a laugh, Cronus shot up half of the time, surging divine power intertwined with thousands of power, bursting out of the terrifying power and filling in the place around Apollo.

“His rank …” There, Demeter’s palms clenched, full of sweat looked at her sister.

Hestia was also full of seriousness, showy eyes dead, staring at the overhead Cronus whispered: “When he was imprisoned in Tartarus, he was half of the Primordial realm. Now he crossed that heavenly rift!”

The ?real Primordial God!

Not only Hestia and Demeter but also Zeus and Poseidon, who were on the earth and the sea, all had ugly expressions at this moment.

Especially Zeus.

He originally thought that putting Cronus in Tartarus would make his father suffer forever amid the pain and suffering.

But now Cronus was completely well-bred and had been promoted to the Primordial realm.

This moment of Zeus, even Apollo’s killing intent was not so heavy.

He rushed to the underworld and joined forces with Apollo to kill Cronus.

More than the possible usurpation by his son, he could not accept the appearance of Cronus, the former King of Gods.

But he managed to keep his wits about him, holding himself down and quietly watching the great battle in the underworld.

What kind of place is Tartarus, the gods who are imprisoned in it have all increased in strength one by one … Apollo was a little unsure how to spit.

The difficulty of a god’s promotion to the Primordial level could be said to be greater than the difficulty of reaching the ninth rank of the Main God from the Lower Gods put together.

Cronus, a second-generation King of Gods, had already reached the ninth rank of the Main God when he defeated his father, Uranus, and later obtained the authority of the King of Gods and quickly ascended to the level of half a Primordial.

But for nearly 100,000 years of the existence of the Titan divine court, he had not been able to advance half a point further in this rank.

Now, after being imprisoned in Tartarus for only 10,000 to 20,000 years, he had successfully crossed this rift.

Iapetus, Cleos, and Perseus were all the same, and the improvement in strength was a bit scary.

Was Tartarus, the forbidden land of the gods, a forbidden land or a treasure trove?

“I am the essence of divine power, I am the source of power, I am both the only and all, and I am the King who rules and the god who dominates!”

The surging divine power poured out, Cronus’s white robe flying, chanting his name under his breath, handsome body spread out the supreme aura of ruling the universe.

In a trance, many of the god’s old gods couldn’t help but recall the once Titans divine court when the momentous years.

At that time, the King of Gods was so great and invincible, suppressing the vast universe and ruling the world dome.

And now, the King of Gods was still the same!

In a palace not far from Olympus, the divine Mother Rhea, through the infinite space, gazed in awe at her husband, who was not very different from the past, and tears fell from the corners of her beautiful eyes.

If there was not still a sense, the former Queen of Gods, at this moment, would like to rush out of the temple to see her magnificent husband.

Cronus’s Majesty was beyond compare, his immense power completely enveloping the realms of light, crushing the world of light with infinite power.

And Hades, Iapetos, and Cleos all gathered around.

Under the siege of the four gods, the golden book of light wavered and seemed to be on the verge of its limit.

Looking at this scene, Apollo lightly sighed: “It seems that today we still have to open the killing ring!”

Suddenly, he held the golden book of light with his left hand, and his right hand pulled out the mottled rusty sword, burning flame into the most terrifying destruction, overflowing the whole world.

Underworld, earth, sea, sky… All trembled for it.

The light of the stars shone, and the burning sword light tore open space, cut through the void, and instantly broke through a divine force that enveloped the light beyond.

The burning sword light pierced through the chest of Iapetos, the God of longevity, before all the gods had time to react.

Father of great prophet, holding the hand of the walking stick abruptly loose, hunched pale body, in the fire wrapped into ashes.

Even Cronus’s face changed.

“This sword?” The second-generation King of God’s pale golden eyes stared at the burning sword, his eyes full of fear.

Staring at him and Hades, Apollo’s golden eyes were bright, and he said indifferently:

“Let me take out this burning sword. You should understand in the flames of ashes is your end.”