Chapitre 165: Chapter 165: The Olympian Pantheon
Within the divine realm lies an ancient feudal land dominated by city-state deities, boasting a vibrant magical civilization.
Amidst endless wars and recurring cycles on this earth, the gods reside high above the sea of clouds.
Mount Olympus, a sacred, towering peak, was chosen by the Olympian gods to erect their palaces, overlooking the world from their lofty heights.
Upon the ethereal sea, the cosmic guardians Scar and Yak traverse through a columned corridor engraved with intricate historical inscriptions. Fragrant scents fill the air, gardens adorned with exotic flowers and plants. Lovely fairies flit through the vibrant blooms, innocent maidens weave floral garlands, playfully teasing each other amid their frolics.
The summit always enjoys clear skies, radiant sunlight, and the intoxicating scent of flowers.
It's an enchanting and almost illusory place, an earthly paradise.
Scar and Yak ascend the dust-free, delicate white jade steps, surrounded by curious, bright eyes and the melodious sound of welcoming songs.
Until they reach the summit's highest point, the Hall of Councils, where the delightful melodies momentarily fade away.
The massive Hall of Councils boasts a sparkling starry sky as its dome, held up by twelve colossal pillars symbolizing the twelve major gods, upholding the celestial expanse of this divine realm.
"Has the consolidation of power made the Olympian gods excessively proud and arrogant?"
Scar surveyed the resplendent starry sky above, the magnificent and dignified hall bustling with giggling maids beginning to set up a fruit feast to welcome their guests.
Seated beside the King of the Gods' throne, Hera, the Queen of Heaven, radiates exceptional beauty. Her eyes are bright and perceptive, her arms as white as lilies, adorned with cascading beautiful curls flowing from beneath her crown, displaying a majestic yet serene countenance.
By her side and behind her stood her attendants: Iris, the rainbow goddess; Horae, the goddesses of time and seasons; as well as Charites, and Pasithea, goddesses of beauty, grace, and social interaction.
Hera, with impeccable dignity and an apologetic smile, spoke, "The King of the Gods and the main deities are in slumber, unable to present themselves. Please forgive us, esteemed guests."
Every word Hera uttered was courteous and faultless. She didn't even rise from her golden throne to express her regret, creating a sense of distance, as gods should naturally be high and mighty, in the minds of Scar and Yak.
When it comes to actual combat, it seems the gods aren't a match for the cosmic guardians.
Countless gods perished in the ancient cosmic war.
However, gods possess an inexplicable confidence, believing that others should kneel and praise them, seeing themselves as the lords of all creation, leading a distinguished existence above all else. This isn't just arrogance; it's an assertion of their entitlement.
Corrupted by their authority, they've grown accustomed to wielding power.
"Hera, has the Olympus Pantheon forgotten its alliance with the Green Lantern Corps?"
Scar's expression turned cold, harboring discontent towards the Olympus Pantheon.
Protecting Earth, safeguarding the center of the universe—these were the responsibilities the Olympus Pantheon ought to fulfill.
But they were oblivious even to the presence of Kryptonians on Earth, indulging themselves day after day within their divine realm.
What? Asleep and unable to manifest themselves? Did they conveniently ignore the moment they entered the divine realm, witnessing the incarnations of Ares and Athena leading their nations into war, millions engaging in brutal conflicts on the surface, inciting the sensation of war as a façade?
The agricultural goddess Demeter celebrating a bountiful harvest within her surface nation, with festive music resonating—was that also false?
The love deity Aphrodite hosting an unrestricted gathering, engaging fiercely with a hundred strong men—was that all pretend?
If even a single deity's incarnation cast a glance towards Earth, they would see it invaded by Kryptonians.
The gods had fallen too deeply and too quickly.
"The Olympus gods won't forget their alliance with the Green Lantern Corps; we've upheld our friendship until now," responded Hera, a thought crossing her mind.
If the intention was to lure the Olympus Pantheon out of their divine realm to assist the Green Lantern Corps against other cosmic forces like Darkseid of Apokolips or the celestial force behind New Genesis, Hera would skillfully conjure an excuse to avoid aiding the Green Lantern Corps.
The Olympus gods maintaining their position at the center of the universe, safeguarding this secret, was already their greatest contribution to the cosmos. No one had the right to condemn them.
"Is that so? Have you not noticed the Kryptonians appearing in the solar system, having destroyed Mars, seized the North Pole, and obliterated a nation on Earth?" Scar stated coldly.
"What! Kryptonians!!!" Hera, in her regal and serene demeanor, exclaimed in panic, ancient memories of disaster resurfacing within her mind.
Even her pure, lily-like arms couldn't help but tremble.
The Kryptonians appearing on Earth—it was a dereliction of duty and a catastrophe for the Olympus gods.
Behind her, the attendants—Rainbow Goddess Iris, the Season Three Goddesses Horai, as well as the Goddesses of Grace and Sociality, Charites and Pasithea—displayed shocked expressions, their delicate bodies trembling involuntarily.
In the ancient cosmos, the Kryptonians' prowess was overwhelmingly invincible. Any single force confronting them would be utterly crushed.
Recalling the horrors of the past, they couldn't help but shiver with coldness from the depths of their hearts.
Scar calmly glanced at Hera seated on the golden throne, feeling deeply disappointed. These gods were truly idle, indulging in a drunken stupor within the realm they ruled.
With a gesture, she projected the information recorded by the Green Lantern Ring within the vast palace.
Hera's keen and perceptive eyes remained fixed on the projection Scar released, absorbing every detail. After reviewing all the information, she finally realized it was merely H'el leading five hundred thousand Kryptonian soldiers. Hera's tense heart relaxed.
It wasn't the ancient Kryptonian force capable of dragging stars and dragging thousands of life-bearing planets to detonate divine realms. That was a relief.
It was only five hundred thousand Kryptonian soldiers—thank goodness.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking back to her startled expression on moments ago, Hera's expression turned unnaturally grave as she resumed her dignified and serene demeanor.
"Olympus has failed. Such a crucial center of the universe, and they failed to eradicate them immediately, allowing them to act with impunity on Earth," Scar reproached in a cold voice.
"Just remnants of Krypton..."
Seated on her golden throne, Hera, regal and serene, slowly spoke, beginning to brainstorm an excuse in her mind.
At that moment—
*Boom!*
Among the twelve giant columns representing gods, one engraved with symbols of light, the sun, medicine, livestock, music, the protector of mankind, the god of light, the god of prophecy, protectors of migration and seafarers, the healing god, and the god who averts disasters, erupted into searing flames.
Scar, Yak, Hera, and her attending goddesses turned their gazes towards this column.
Elegant and handsome, Apollo stood atop the column, projecting a warm smile.
"Nothing but wandering dogs."
°°°
Hungry for more chaps? Then check out our pătreon!
Link: Påtreon.com/BaphometFiction
I post 10 advanced chapters of this fanfic there.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone