Chapter 99 The long night and the sun that no longer rises

The strings broke for a while.

Apollo only realized it later.

A feeling of emptiness spread deep in his heart and body, as if something important had been lost in an instant.

In fact, he did lose something.

It is the authority of music.

Even so, the authority is still within him.

But Apollo knew that this was something that no longer belonged to him.

He is just the holder, not the owner.

He needs to spend a long time to kill it before he can be lucky enough to take charge again.

If...he's really lucky...

In the Temple of the Sun, Apollo remained expressionless.

He stood there, staring at the harp in his hand.

He stretched out his hand to touch the strings, as if trying to reconnect the broken strings.

This is undoubtedly ridiculous and futile.

He walked towards the window sill and threw the harp casually on the wall beside the window sill.

He stared out the window.

Outside the window are the temples of three goddesses in charge of spring, summer and autumn respectively. The exquisite temples are scattered at random, which seems to be very beautiful.

Apollo took in these usually boring sights. He couldn't help it anymore and suddenly laughed out loud.

Only strength is the most real and true.

so.

worth!

It was even more than worth it. He won the bet, he won everything, and the chips were not his own.

His mood was good and comfortable, and he felt happy.

He looked at the setting moon in the distance and raised the corners of his mouth.

"It's time for the most glorious sun to rise."

"You ants on the earth, thank me for my gift."

"Get ready for the sun's glory!"

Apollo no longer stays on the windowsill.

He walked towards the sun chariot in the temple. During the short journey, he did not glance at the harp on the wall. The exquisite temple of the three goddesses behind him could not make him look back.

Now, he despises them.

After all, yesterday is gone and today is a new day.

This new day will kick off with the brilliance of the sun!

Looking at the chariot of the sun in front of him and the four flaming horses pulling it, Apollo, he suddenly had a bold idea.

He is the sun god. He accepts faith and becomes powerful. He will definitely not be worse than Hyperion, the oldest sun god, and he will definitely not be worse than anyone else.

Hyperion can lead the flaming horse to spread light on the earth like a mortal herding animals, he must be able to do the same!

When he rode a horse across the sky, all those who knew him and despised him in the past could only look at him with envy.

Apollo felt that such a scene must be beautiful, and the faces of those people must be very beautiful.

He smiled softly and restrainedly and untied a flaming horse from the chariot of the sun.

It's not time for the sun to rise yet, but it's coming soon.

Apollo quickly prepared everything in a short time.

Choose the most beautiful riding whip, the brightest colored saddle, wear the most beautiful clothes, and smile in the most relaxed and elegant way.

Although he hasn't set off yet, Apollo can already think of that scene.

He rode a flaming horse and strolled across the sky, neither fast nor slow, relaxed and comfortable.

Then, all spirits come to worship!

but.

The new sun god Apollo may have forgotten something.

He is not the source of the sun, nor is he the legitimate successor to the sun's authority.

The sun's authority is also special, and it is not a completely dead thing.

As an integral part of the sun, the four flame horses never truly recognized him.

Even now, he has become a god on the same level as his father, the god-king Zeus.

But... this is not his power, nor is it the power of the sun.

Also, he is still weak...

From ancient times to the present, the four flaming horses that are an inseparable part of the sun have only truly recognized one god, and that is the oldest sun god Hyperion, the source of the sun, the most powerful and orthodox sun god in history.

Compared with Hyperion, Apollo is nothing.

So naturally, when Apollo got on his horse and was about to shine, he was thrown off.

He sat on the ground in embarrassment, with confusion written all over his face.

He didn't believe it, so he tried again.

The freed flame horse neighed and became impatient.

He threw Apollo down hard again, and his burning, swaying ponytail inadvertently swept across the high-spirited god's cheek.

Outside, the moon goddess Artemis has returned to her moon goddess temple on Mount Olympus.

Above the earth, the sun did not rise as usual.

When the last ray of moonlight disappeared from the horizon, the whole world fell into complete darkness.

Fortunately, all mortals including gods think this is normal.

This is not the first time that the sun does not rise immediately.

That's why the night before dawn is considered dark by mortals.

Inside the Temple of the Sun.

The new sun god Apollo finally gave up.

He gave up challenging the authority of the ancient sun god Hyperion.

He looked unexpectedly ugly.

After reluctantly glancing at the liberated flame horse, he went to get the reins, and tied the flame horse to the sun chariot just as he had released the flame horse.

He sat on the sun chariot with a dark face, waving his riding crop as usual.

The temple door opens.

The flame horse spreads its four hooves.

But...the sun chariot doesn't move at all...

Apollo was silent.

It turns out that it’s not just the strings that are broken…

After a brief silence, he inevitably lost control and became irritable and angry.

His angry shout echoed throughout the Sun Temple: "Who do you think you are?"

"Do you really think you are powerful?"

"You were just born hundreds of years before me, why are you so arrogant! How can you decide my future!"

"Let me tell you, even without you, I will still be the Sun God. You can't scare me!"

Apollo stepped out of the carriage and clenched the whip in his hand because of his anger.

He needed to vent, so he whipped a whip on the head of a flaming horse. The whistling whip grazed the flaming horse's eyes, causing it to neigh in pain.

He discarded the riding crop casually, and his sacred and handsome body radiated vast light.

Flying out from the two opened silver doors of the temple, Apollo ascended to the sky.

Because of his rising, there is light on the earth.

The light is extremely powerful and can illuminate every corner.
To be continued...