Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

The colorful line fish that lacked water kept flapping their tails, and the green grass leaves by the stream were flying around.

Tartarus' insteps were a little cool with stream water, and he asked Apollo, "What should I do?"

The fish had been fried ashore, but he didn't know what to do next.

Apollo was watched by his pair of blue eyes, and suddenly remembered a cat raised by his sister Artemis.That cat is also like this, when it gets into trouble, gets into trouble, and doesn't know how to solve it, it will cast its innocent and moist eyes on the goddess of hunting, waiting for the goddess' help...

Stop!

Apollo you are crazy!

How could he have such an incredible association with the respectable God of the Abyss!

Apollo fell into the condemnation of himself, and Tartarus thought he had no choice but decided to solve the problem according to his own ideas.

Apollo suddenly came back to his senses, the pressure of the abyss god had spread out, the wind was quiet and did not dare to blow again, but the flowers and plants by the stream were trembling unceasingly, the flow of the stream slowed down a lot, and the sun also carefully hid in the clouds In this day, the colored thread fish, which was shocked by the divine power of the primitive god, stopped jumping and lay obediently on the grass, pretending to be dead.

The only unaffected Apollo: "..."

Perhaps he should be grateful to this male god, when he threatened the fish, he took special care of him, preventing the terrifying force of destruction from affecting him.

Tartarus was satisfied when he saw that the colored thread fish had calmed down.He took two steps forward, squatting in front of several colored line fish, and stretched out a finger under the gaze of their widened fish eyes, with a bit of a destructive breath protruding from the fingertip.

Apollo couldn't understand his actions, and asked in confusion: "God of the Abyss, what are you going to do?"

"Tell them not to move," said Tartarus domineeringly.

No, they don't dare to move anymore.

Apollo thought.

But obviously, the prudent Abyss God is not at ease, and he wants to pour a little more destructive power into them, so that they will completely lose the ability to act.

Apollo had no choice but to sigh softly as he looked into the pitiful eyes of the colorful thread fish.

Tartarus comforted him: "Don't worry, with a little power, you won't die."

After figuring out how destructive his own powers were, Tartarus learned to control them without a teacher.When beating Zeus violently, he only needs to give Zeus a breath and not kill him; but when controlling the movement of the colored thread fish, he doesn't need so much divine power - if he accidentally fills up too much, he may use it later The Fountain of Life couldn't save them either.

Although the colored threadfish were going to die anyway, Tartarus had no intention of killing them now.He learned from a few words from the muse that the food still needs to be fresh, and he wants to eat fresh colored thread fish.

The silent God of the Abyss squatted in the grass, poking and poking with his index finger. His expressionless face looked very serious. Apollo was also infected by his seriousness, and said, "God of the Abyss, I will help you."

Tartarus looked up, his long black curly hair slipped from his knees and meandered onto the grass, his pale face was out of tune with the saturated colors around him, but his calm blue eyes were tinted by the sun, making them a little brighter. light.He is the latest cluster of white snow on the top of the mountain, even in the most beautiful Olympus mountain in the world, he can also become a unique scenery.

It was the first time Apollo looked at him from a bird's-eye view, feeling too disrespectful, he quickly looked away, but his heart skipped a beat, only then did he realize how outstanding Tartarus' appearance was.

Tartarus didn't know what was going on in his heart, he just said, "You can't help."

Such a refusal would be too embarrassing!

Xiaocao shook her head, made a rustling sound, and then stopped quickly, as if being carelessly stirred by the wind.

Not far away, a sparrow was perched on a green hanging tree. At this time, it was folding its wings, quietly watching what happened by the stream.

"You are divine and not corrosive," Tartarus added.

Apollo does not deny this, but: "I can do other things for you." His tone is gentle, like the warm sun in winter.

Tartarus watched him as he came to the brook and scooped up a pool of clear water.The divine power full of light envelops and reshapes the stream, turning it into a water basin.The handsome God of Light held the basin made of water, poured a stream of water into the basin, smiled at Tartarus, and said, "For example, prepare a fish basin for you."

The handsome and fit male god often runs in the boundless dense forest with a golden bow on his back and a silver arrow in his hand; he also often plays the piano and sings in a poetic and picturesque environment, and composes magnificent works of art with the muse; The banquet, elegant conversation, made many goddesses heartbroken.However, at this moment, he was holding a water basin, fishing with the God of the Abyss, doing things that had nothing to do with being heroic or elegant, yet still smiling so enthrallingly.

The water nymph by the stream quietly hid herself, but she couldn't hide her rapid heartbeat.

The God of Light is such a gentle God!

Tartarus was not sensitive to Apollo's tenderness, he picked up the few colored thread fishes that were already unable to move, and put them into the water basin that was floating with golden light.When the fish enters the water, the colorful fins are illuminated by the golden light, like pearls on the bottom of the sea.They sank into the basin one after another, not daring to shake their heads or wag their tails, unlike living creatures, they really became gorgeous pearls.

Tartarus did the same thing again, blasting out many colored line fish, and stacked a small steeple in the water basin.The water in the basin was squeezed by the colorful thread fish, continuously overflowing, and then assimilated by the divine power of the God of Light to strengthen the basin.The thickness is enough, and the height is raised again, so the basin becomes a bucket, filled with a bucket full of colored line fish.

Tartarus looked at the bucket and was finally satisfied: "Enough."

Seeing that the dense colored thread fish could not swim in the bucket, and the power of destruction was still grabbing their breath, Tartarus took out the bottle of life again and dripped a few drops of the fountain of life.

"Fish, eat fresh," said Tartarus.

Apollo agreed: "You are right."

For Tartarus' abuse of the Fountain of Life, he finally chose to connive.

"Rebel!"

The sparrow's black eyes rolled around, and in the Temple of Thunder, God King Zeus shattered an exquisite pottery vase with his hands.

It turned out that the sparrow was an emissary sent by Zeus to follow Tartarus. He only waited for the God of the Abyss to leave the God Realm so that he could go to Apollo and use his father's authority to ask Apollo to pick another water rose for him— —He was fed up with the pain caused by the power of destruction. Although he refused to admit defeat, he was actually terrified of Tartarus in his heart, and he dared not face his sharp edge again.

However, what he didn't expect was that his good son, the most talented god of light in his mind, didn't care about his injury at all, and even hosted a banquet for Tartarus and accompanied him to catch fish!

What's more, he didn't know that Tartarus said that he snatched the bottle of life. The fountain of life can also dispel the power of destruction.However, Apollo did not fight for him, allowing Tartarus to abuse the spring water and not feed him the colored thread fish!Could it be that he, the majestic king of the gods, is not as important as the colored thread fish? !

Zeus was panting heavily with anger, touching the wound, the force of destruction spread faster, and he couldn't help moaning from the pain.

Unfortunately, when Hera came, she heard Zeus moaning in pain just outside the temple.She raised her eyebrows, and her expression became a little sharper.She was all too familiar with this voice, pushing open the palace door with a "snap", and she was about to be caught | raped.

The chickens and dogs in the Temple of Thunder are flying around, and the two male gods by the stream are unknown.They finally decided to return, and the sparrow also completed its mission and was ready to fly back to the Temple of Thunder to receive the reward.

Just hear Tartarus ask: "Don't kill it?"

There was a chill behind the sparrow.

Apollo was taken aback, and subconsciously replied following Tartarus' train of thought: "The sparrow has no meat." So it is not delicious.

"Don't eat it," Tartarus glanced at him, and said lightly, "It's Zeus's eyeliner."

Apollo was amazed by his keenness and his calmness of not worrying about anything: "So you found out."

The sparrow froze on the branch, not daring to move.

Tartarus asked again: "Kill?"

After killing, go back and eat fish.

If it were the former Apollo, I'm afraid he wouldn't kill it, because he was fledgling and didn't want to stand against Zeus.With the experience under the laurel tree, he realized that he was obsessed-everything he did was to overthrow Zeus, not to please him.

Zeus' temperament is like the weather, which is changeable.His thunderous wrath always came quickly, violently, and unfounded.It is exhausting and pointless to please such a god.

Since it doesn't make sense, he doesn't have to do it again.

Why not just kill a sparrow?

Apollo smiled, and the divine power in his hand condensed into a spear, and flew | shot | out.

The spear cut through the breeze and pierced the sparrow's chest. The sparrow fell to the ground in response, and the golden light overflowed in the air.

"Please," Apollo withdrew his hand, and bowed to Tartarus reservedly: "Let's go back and eat fish."

Tartarus was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I can't eat it yet."

"I still have to do it."

His expression did not change, and his tone did not change, but Apollo could read a bit of depression from it.He comforted him: "I will ask Muse to ask a few more nymphs to help and serve you food as soon as possible."

Satisfied, Tartarus picked up the bucket and said, "Let's go."