I studied beheading in a mental institution

The surging mental power was surging on the sea surface, and the rolled up wind and waves shook the ship violently.

Monk Fate held the Heart of Ares in one hand, squinted his eyes slightly, flicked his fingertips, and picked a few from the causal threads all over the sky, and nodded slightly to Lin Qiye.

"Commander Lin, what happened?" Jia Shasha and Zhen Xiaoyi stood behind Lin Qiye and asked in confusion.

"It's okay, you go first."

Lin Qiye slowly stood up from the bow of the boat, holding the straight knife engraved with the golden character "Seven" in his palm,

He turned his head and smiled at the two of them, "I'll go to Cangnan to find you when the work here is over."

As soon as the words fell, his figure flew up and rushed straight to Ares's body. Under the low sky, the ship gradually moved away on the sea, and the two figures gradually became blurred.

"What do you think Commander Lin is using the god's corpse for?" Jia Shasha looked at the shadow in the distance and couldn't help asking.

"I don't know... Anyway, it shouldn't be something we can understand."

Zhen Xiaoyi sighed.

boom--! ! !

In an instant, a radiant golden light erupted from the sea behind the ship and shot straight into the sky!

The turbulent waves almost overturned the ship, and everyone grabbed the fence beside the ship to stabilize their bodies. When they looked back, the distance had become a golden ocean.

……

at the same time.

Olympus.

Thunderclouds billowed, and on the silent mountain peak, Sea God Poseidon sat on the golden throne full of cracks, holding a trident in his hand, looking towards the direction of Great Xia.

"It should be almost time..." He muttered to himself.

"I always feel that things will not go so smoothly this time." Beside the holy seat, a figure shrouded in shadows said hoarsely.

"why?"

"The group of humans in Daxia, we have dealt with each other seven or eight years ago... At that time, they also did not have the protection of the God of Daxia. They just survived us with a few human ceilings. Now that Daxia's combat power has soared, what do you think? , are they so easily defeated?"

Poseidon rested his chin on one hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"Since that's the case, why do you still let them trouble Da Xia?" he asked.

"Ares is Zeus' henchman. After we killed Zeus together, although he stayed here for the glory of the Greek gods, he is no longer with us... It is a good thing to eradicate this kind of disaster."

"No wonder you let Ares attack from the northern border alone." Poseidon glanced at him, "As expected of you, Hades."

Hades' figure was shrouded in shadow, and he smiled grimly, "As for the other two, they have a lot of means. Even if they were ambushed by the Daxia gang, they should have the ability to escape."

"It is indeed a good choice to eradicate the threat by the hand of Daxia, but I must remind you that today's Olympus is no longer the Olympus of the past. Our twelve main gods die and walk away …Now apart from those who went to Daxia, there are only you, me, and Apollo.

Only relying on our three main gods and a group of lesser gods, we can't win the Great Xia. "

"Of course we have no chance of winning by taking the initiative to attack Daxia, but if they come here on their own initiative, that's a different matter." Hades said quietly, "We are both ancient civilizations like Daxia, and we are no worse than them in terms of background... Back then, Zeus was seriously injured and was dying, so Brahma, the creator god of the Temple of Heaven, still didn’t come out of Olympus?”

Poseidon frowned and didn't speak.

"Furthermore, although Great Xia is now powerful in battle, they don't have a supreme god sitting in command, and you and I are in charge of the origin of Olympus, plus the Golden Holy Throne, it only takes two years to be promoted to the highest level things.

Once there is a Supreme among us, then even if there are many ceilings in the Great Xia, what is the use? "

Poseidon's expression softened a little.

The trident in his hand trembled slightly, and a torch-shaped source emerged in front of him. The blazing source was extremely powerful, as if it contained a huge power.

Poseidon was about to say something, suddenly, the origin in his hand shook violently!

Threads of cause and effect extended from nothingness, suddenly locked the source in his hand, and at the same time, a dazzling golden light gushed out from the source!

Poseidon froze in place.

boom--! ! !

The golden light shot up to the sky from the source, like a beam of light sinking straight into the sky, this scene immediately attracted the attention of all the Olympian gods.

"What happened? Why was the origin suddenly affected?" Hades asked immediately after his face changed.

"I don't know... I didn't do it." Poseidon said in a deep voice.

"But it's just the two of us here?"

"I said, it has nothing to do with me!"

While the two were arguing, the golden light in the sky gradually dissipated, but the next moment, all the gods of Olympus froze in place.

In the sky above the mountains, a golden horizontal line intersects with a golden vertical line, like a gigantic cross, imprinted in nothingness, covering the entire scope of the Olympus Divine Kingdom .

"What is this?" Hades looked up at the golden "ten" and asked in confusion.

Poseidon didn't speak, he waved his palm, and the trident standing on the ground roared towards the sky, but pierced through the center of the cross in nothingness.

"How is this possible..." Poseidon muttered to himself, frowning as if thinking of something.

Seeing that Poseidon's attack was in vain, Hades also launched an attack. A cloud of ghostly black air surged into the sky, trying to eat away at the golden mark, but the mark not only did not change at all, but instead appeared on the surface of the black air, like a projection Light and shadow on the curtain.

"What the hell??"

"Don't try it... This thing is projected from our origin." Poseidon said slowly.

"Origin?" Hades turned his head, and saw a faint golden light in the group of origin, "Why did the source suddenly project this thing?"

"do not know."

"Can you erase that thing?"

"It's useless, unless we destroy the origin of Olympus, the golden mark will always exist."

"...Is this a mutation of the source itself, or is it man-made?"

"I don't know, but the source has always been in my hands, and the possibility of artificiality should not be great."

Hades took a deep look at the imprint in the sky, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly: "In this case, let's observe for a while..."