Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 79: Chapter 56 Sunset

Translator: 549690339

The voice of the God of Sun echoed through space, that’s what he said, and that’s what he did.

He no longer targeted the God of Stars. Hyperion turned to the God of Meteorology, intending to teach his brother a lasting lesson and remind him of the pain the sun could bring.

“Is that so.”

“What about this, then?”

The faint voice came from afar, it was Queen of Gods Rhea. Unbeknownst to others, she had briefly escaped the Mother of Light by using her special authority, and as a consequence, the other True Gods around her were made targets.

However, unlike her husband, the Goddess of Light Theia did not deliberately strike at those celestial bodies, instead, she even avoided them.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Hyperion didn’t know what trick the other party was playing, but he still looked over. In the palm of the Queen of Gods, a small page shimmered with light.

“What is that—?”

It looked familiar, but Hyperion couldn’t quite place it. Even though he didn’t remember what it was, he became cautious.

“Haha, nothing, dear brother, that’s your old friend.”

With his chest wound slowly healing under the influence of Divine Power, Crius finally showed a smile.

The Divine King had not entrusted him with the most critical task, which was to be expected, but as the God with great Divine Power, the God of Meteorology still knew in advance what it was.

Rhea gave Crius a glance, but unlike him, she didn’t speak. She simply ignited the page with Divine Power and then slipped back into a crack in time, turning to face the Mother of Light.

Under Hyperion’s tense and puzzled gaze, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

He remembered, the last time he had this feeling was—

“Buzz—”

A noisy sound erupted in his ears, as if millions of lives were playing strange notes beside him. Hyperion’s face suddenly changed, and at the corner of his vision, wisps of invisible black mist seeped out of the void, a sense of soul-deep revulsion surged within the God of Sun.

“Is it that?!”

“It’s you again, damn monster!”

In his shock and anger, Hyperion quickly retreated, but it was of no use. Eclips was formless and omnipresent. In the blink of an eye, it clung tightly to the God of Sun’s form, ceaselessly sapping and eroding his Divine Power.

Compared to the last encounter, the Intermediate Divine Power endowed the Ancient Evil Being with even greater strength. Hyperion’s power could no longer tear apart its inconstant divine body, only stirring ripples before returning to its original state.

“Crius, make your move.”

Afar, the Queen of Gods spoke calmly. As per Cronus’s plans, he could not directly interfere with the Titans, but he could remotely rescue the trapped Helios. The God of Sun was to be dealt with by the witless “Swallower of the Sun,” while the Queen of Gods and the God of Meteorology were responsible for holding off the Goddess of Light Theia.

Although it was just her and Crius, when both Light and Sun were present in one place, their powers were naturally greatly enhanced. For Rhea, stopping her sister until Hyperion was defeated by his nemesis was the entirety of her mission.

After all, the Divine King had not planned to seriously harm Hyperion. He could not condemn the embodiment of the sun itself to the depths of the abyss outside the mortal world. To defeat him, to replace him with another God of Sun as he had imprisoned Helios, and then to imprison him beneath the Mount of the Gods or in the Underworld using the Divine King’s authority—that was the limit of what Cronus could do.

At least, that’s what the Divine King thought at the moment.

“Move aside!”

Buzz—!

It seemed like a long time passed, but in reality, from the appearance of Eclips to when the Queen of Gods called for the God of Meteorology, only an instant had transpired. The previously complacent Theia suddenly found that the battle had slipped out of control.

Once again, the monster that had obscured the sun reappeared in the starry sky.

Beams of light formed into ribbons that split into thousands, their substance fluctuating between tangible and intangible as they shot straight towards the two Titan Principal Gods. Frenzied storms blocked the path of the ribbons, collapsing upon contact, but more storms were continuously pulled from the flow of time, endlessly thwarting Theia’s onslaught.

“Rhea, do you really wish to destroy the Sun? You actually dare to let that monster attack it?”

With an angry shout, Theia found it somewhat incomprehensible. Both she and Rhea were goddesses, and before this, Theia had only suppressed her, having never truly unleashed all her might; otherwise, despite the Queen of Gods holding a Divine Artifact, the God of Stars surrounding her might not necessarily be much stronger than those on the other side.

On one hand, Theia believed she held a winning hand, and on the other, compared to her husband, she still retained some degree of rationality.

The Gods of Stars, by their very nature, were beholden to the ruler of their respective star domains. Once they regained control of the starry skies, wouldn’t these stars gods still be their subordinates? If too many were lost, wouldn’t they have to stabilize the starry skies by themselves?

But what she never anticipated was that the opposition would release the monster that had consumed the origin of the Sun!

Destroying the Sun in the name of claiming the starry skies would not only fail to increase the Divine King’s divine authority but would also incur the backlash of the world.

“You worry too much, sister,” Rhea replied, shaking her head, her hands never ceasing their motion. She borrowed power from the past, maintaining the God of Meteorology’s power at its peak. Although not strong in direct combat, Rhea, as the Queen of Gods, was still highly commendable for her supportive capabilities.

“You’ve noticed, haven’t you? The power of the ‘Sun Swallower’ has grown stronger, but it is being repelled by the laws of this world. The longer it stays, the more intense the suppression it faces. It cannot remain here forever. Moreover, Cronus has no intention of harming you or your husband. Just let your son and husband switch places, let him come to the Mount of the Gods ‘as a guest,’ or perhaps live in the Underworld forever, and the God of Stars will still revere you as the Mother of Light.”

“Hyperion imprisoned your eldest son, do you really bear no grudge against him?”

“Light——!”

In response to the Queen of Gods, came an even more intense fluctuation of divine power. Clearly, Theia had not been swayed by a few words.

Hyperion’s act of imprisoning her eldest son was indeed something Theia found displeasing, but it was only a minor conflict. After all, the Sun God was not the Heavenly Father, and his actions were not enough to turn his wife’s loyalties.

Nevertheless, the explanation from the Queen of Gods ultimately reassured her somewhat; as long as there was no problem with the Sun, then there was room for negotiation.

In an instant, with Theia unleashing her full power, all the deities on the Divine King’s side were plunged into darkness.

Few remembered that Theia was not only the Mother of Light but also the God of Eyesight. Under her authority, all enemies lost the ability to see their surroundings with their eyes.

Even in the distance, the Ancient Evil Being was affected by this power, but since it did not rely on vision and could still sense light and heat, it remained unimpeded in its actions.

“Time.”

With a soft cry, Rhea too activated her own authority.

She shared the time that had passed with every true god. Although they could only ‘see’ the world from a moment ago, it was enough for them to react.

“Hold her off, it will be over soon!”

Light and storm collided once more, interwoven with the powers of other true gods. Aether, the God of Heavenly Light, who had been contributing little until now, also made his full effort, disrupting the Goddess of Light’s control over Light.

However, as the battle intensified, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in the hearts of the gods present.

Theia turned her head to look in the direction Hyperion had evaded to, where he was now tightly enveloped in black mists. The Sun God had seen his impending defeat, but his face bore not a hint of dimness; instead, it was filled with madness.

“Helios, Cronus, my dear son and brother, since you so desire the starry skies and the Sun, then I shall give them to you,” he declared.

Gazing at the black mists that no effort could dispel, Hyperion ceased to struggle. As the God of the Sun, the Sun should face its own ‘death’ in a manner befitting its status.

“You may take what you desire, but the outcome, will surely not be as you wish!”

“I shall rule these starry skies or watch as they turn to scorched earth.”