Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

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The sea area northwest of the Kingdom of Pylos, where important shipping routes pass.

The descendants of the sea god established a country and multiplied here, controlling this key trade route.

And today, Antilochus, son of King Nestor, was standing at the bow of his ship.

Not long ago, news from the mainland reached the sea.

Many human kingdoms scattered across the ocean were surprised to find that the Athenians, who had defeated them decades ago, were now under siege by the enemy.

The oracle from the land of the gods caused war on the continent, and the Athenians may no longer have the energy to pay attention to anything happening at sea.

So even though Poseidon did not express any direct attitude towards this, envoys from various countries still gathered in Pylos to discuss how to recover the interests they had lost in the past.

At first, Nestor was actually not interested in this matter.

The aging king only wishes to watch the struggles between the kingdoms on earth until he returns to the arms of the gods.

However, his successor, Antilochus, prince of Pylos, did not think so.

For hundreds of years, the royal family of Pylos, as descendants of Poseidon and humans, were born with the ability to control water flows and detect changes in weather and tides.

Even those strange beasts with the blood of the sea god can often be influenced and controlled by them, and this is also the foundation of their foothold in the sea.

Inheriting the blood of his father, the prince also possesses this power. He is even better than his father and has a perception ability over the sea that amazes many gods.

This is an extraordinary talent and proof of the power of divine blood.

But contrary to many people's expectations, Antilochus did not seem happy about this, and this was indeed the case.

Because in the prince's view, although blood can bring them strength, this power from reproduction will only continue to weaken.

Only the power that can be truly controlled is real and eternal.

So Antilochus collected knowledge from Silvermoon City and also purchased many expensive alchemical products.

He sent people to study and research their principles, even though it cost a lot to do so.

Some people have questioned his stance because of this, but the prince has shown no sign of repentance.

After all, learning from others' strengths should never be criticized, and the prince even disdains to argue with them.

The only thing that made him feel embarrassed was that as a country under the traditional belief in gods, it was difficult for Pyrrhus to obtain enough valuable information.

What they can often buy are finished products, but they are often unable to learn the real principles and techniques.

This problem has troubled Antilochus for a long time, and it is one of the important reasons why he recently advocated attacking Athens.

"Taking cities and conquering territories is not necessary, and killing is not the goal."

"General, remember what I said before."

"This time, we are not going to attack Athens, but to make them aware of our threat."

“The land of the mainland does not belong to us…Instead of coveting their land, we should think about how to obtain enough wealth and knowledge.”

"Let the people on the mainland bleed on their own. Compared to Athens, these so-called 'friendly forces' are actually our real competitors on the ocean."

The prince reiterated his thoughts and his views many times.

Just to avoid the generals of these kingdoms from not understanding his thoughts, he had to repeat them again and again.

At this moment, countless large and small ships are densely gathered on the vast sea around.

Most of them were pieced together from small and medium-sized kingdoms that wanted to get a piece of the pie, and Antilochus, the prince of Pylos, was their nominal commander.

Of course, the prince knew it well.

These kingdoms, big and small, seemed to respect Pylos as their leader and acknowledge their status on the ocean, but in the final analysis they just wanted them to attract the hatred of the Athenians in the future.

Apart from this, if something really happened, I'm afraid not many people would obey orders.

Fortunately, the prince never expected anything from them on this trip. He just wanted to gain a victory and then get what he needed through negotiations.

As for what happens next, it has nothing to do with him.

Even in his heart, Antilochus was ready.

When they negotiate with the Athenians in the future, these followers may become pawns to appease the other side.

As long as the countries on land have not yet unified, they will not pose a threat to the Kingdom of Pylos.

But Athens today obviously does not have this ability.

"call--"

"So be it."

"But speaking of which, how are the priests preparing?"

The prince let out a long sigh and stopped thinking about the future.

With his brows slightly furrowed, he looked towards a sea area surrounded by many ships.

There, an altar made from the sea itself was floating, and hundreds of priests in long robes seemed to be chanting songs loudly.

A monster with a fish head and a human body was dancing there, as if trying to please the gods.

Well... the prince himself had doubts about the last point.

Although he was also a descendant of the Sea King, no matter how hard he thought about it, Antilochus could not see how those strange creatures could please the gods.

"Opportunities don't wait, but we have waited too long."

"If these priests hadn't asked us to prepare a ritual to worship the gods here in order to seek protection from the sea and storms, we would have probably set off long ago."

"But after so much time, I still don't feel any decline of the gods' will."

"Instead, the armies of various countries are gathering here more and more."

According to common sense, this sea area is actually not suitable for so many ships to be stationed here.

But because of the priests' request, the prince agreed.

There was no shortage of wizards among the Athenians who could manipulate the waves, but they could not do better than the priests of Poseidon in this regard.

So Antilochus simply sent out patrols on several nearby routes and waited patiently.

But he didn't expect that he would have to wait for many days.

"General, are the Athenians making any noise?"

The prince asked.

Although he had the advantage, Antilochus did not underestimate the enemy.

Especially since they have gathered here recently, they cannot relax their observation of the enemy.

"No news."

"Our people observed their movements out to sea, but it was difficult for us to follow their whereabouts in the vast ocean."

"Ah."

The prince nodded slightly to show that he understood.

It's not a big problem. With the help of the priests of the sea god, Pyrrhus will be difficult to defeat on the sea, let alone be ambushed.

At critical moments, they can even try to summon the incarnation of gods.

Unless these Athenians happened to appear in front of them now and took action while the priests were busy offering sacrifices to the gods, but how is that possible?

According to the time they left the port, even if they took the shortest route, it would take several days for them to appear here.

Even this is based on the premise that they dare to advance all the way and invade the waters of the Kingdom of Pylos in return.

and so……

"Your Highness... Your Highness?"

"Look, what is that?"

"Ok?"

The prince's thoughts were interrupted by the adjutant's reminder. He frowned slightly, then relaxed.

"Why, what happened again?"

Antilochus looked in the direction his adjutant pointed.

That is near the northwest, and legend has it that this is the place where the Lord of Ocean Currents fought with his enemies in ancient times.

The power of the ancient sea god remained there, creating the endless raging waves there. Even though they were descendants of the sea god, the Pylos were unwilling to get close to there.

Normally, there was no sign of human beings in that sea area, but at this moment, the prince saw a black tide there.

"That is……"

Antilochus looked slightly stunned, and for a moment he did not react to what it was.

In his usual impression, there was no one living there.

However, it was only a moment before the prince came back to his senses.

The blood from the gods surged in his veins, and with a leap, the prince jumped onto the flagpole of the ship.

"——Enemy attack! The enemy is in the northwest!"

"Form a formation - and be careful to protect the priests!"

There was no time to think about why the enemy came here and how they passed through the old battlefield of the war between gods.

After loudly alerting the surrounding fleets, the prince was not too panicked.

The so-called "formation" is not a special tactic, but a dense array commonly used at sea today.

Later generations called it the Greek formation, but in fact there was nothing particularly powerful about it.

Although the formation was nothing special, and Pylos' warships might not be better than those made by the Athenians using alchemical technology, Antilochus' mentality remained as steady as a rock.

As a descendant of the Sea Emperor, he is not willing to regard the power of his bloodline as his only hope, but that does not mean he will not use his own advantages.

"The priests are too busy... Haha, I don't know if 'astrology' predicted this, or if the Athenians used some other means to predict our situation."

"But if you really think you can defeat us on the sea without the clergy, you are very wrong."

Unlike on land, perhaps because the God-King’s control over the sea is not that strong, and the countries on the sea do not believe in Olympus very much, Zeus’s royal power does not have such a strong influence here.

The result is that extraordinary power will have a greater impact here.

The power of blood flowed more and more violently. The prince stood at the bow, and some invisible force emanated from him.

And in the fleet that was somewhat confused due to the sudden discovery of the enemy, waves of responding blood auras were heard one after another.

Thanks to the source of the bloodline, there are actually quite a few beings in the entire ocean that possess the blood of the Sea Emperor, and many of them are not human.

Although most of them have weak bloodlines, through thousands of years of research, the royal family of Pylos has also invented ways to utilize this power.

They are not like the nobles on land, who unite their bloodlines in the form of "knights" and are led by "heroes" to launch attacks.

They mostly used the power of the Sea King to control the climate, storms, earthquakes, and tsunamis, and created favorable celestial phenomena on the sea to gain an advantage in war.

And at this moment, what Antilochus used was the one they were best at.

On the vast sea, with the resonance of the noble blood in the fleet, a thick fog began to emerge.

The sea surface became rough and blue, making it difficult for the weapons on the ship to aim steadily.

Thick fog covered the sky and the sun, encompassing the entire sea area.

As he jumped down from the rail, a smile appeared on the prince's face, which had turned pale at some point.

"Although I don't know how these Athenians got here, I'm afraid they made a wrong calculation."

"I know they have advanced weapons.

"Especially the thing called 'Magic Crystal Cannon' is extremely powerful. Each shot is comparable to a divine arrow shot by a hero. It can penetrate the hull and armor."

"But on such a sea, they have no way to aim; and in such a thick fog, they may not be able to move forward."

The prince was actually very interested in Athens' alchemical equipment.

Unfortunately, even if it was just an outdated and defective product, he still had no place to buy it.

But it doesn’t matter. Since he can’t buy it, he will just snatch it away. Antilochus doesn’t care how he gets it.

"That is to say, the priests are too busy to take action. Otherwise, they could have driven away a large number of sea beasts for my use... That's enough."

"In this thick fog, even I, who have the blood of Poseidon, have my vision partially restricted, let alone these Athenians."

"Notify the entire army. No matter how they crossed the Sea of ​​Gods, since they are here, we should entertain them well."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The general, who was the prince's adjutant, bowed slightly and left immediately after receiving the order.

Antilochus was right.

For the kingdoms on the sea, many things are of no use to each other.

But for the kingdoms on land... as long as the enemy is not a fierce man like Theseus who can withstand hurricanes and attacks by sea monsters and go in and out of the entire fleet seven times, then there is nothing to be afraid of.

In the worst case scenario, with the help of the fog created by the power of the sea god's bloodline, they can also judge the situation and advance or retreat freely.

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wow——

The banners fluttered, rustling in the strong wind.

He was in fear all the way, and only when he safely sailed out of the turbulent sea did Ke Meng feel relieved.

Everything was peaceful and normal one second, and suddenly a huge whirlpool emerged the next second.

A huge space crack appeared without any warning, dividing all the life passing by into several parts.

After several protests failed, General Kemon risked his life and sailed his fleet into the battlefield where the Titans were said to have fought for supremacy.

But what shocked him was that from beginning to end, the so-called danger never fell upon any soldier.

Even if the space gap was right on the face, the final result was that it just passed by the cheek without causing any damage.

At first, Kemon felt it was luck.

But later, the middle-aged general couldn't help but speculate secretly.

I wonder if this commander sent by the new king is carrying some precious treasure left by the goddess or the royal family.

But no matter what, they arrived at their destination safely... But before General Kemon could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the coalition fleet gathering in the distance, as well as the gradually spreading fog and waves.

"This...are they actually here?"

It was unbelievable, Kemon hadn't expected to see them here.

But just by looking around, he recognized the flags of several kingdoms.

It's incomprehensible, but it's the fact.

However, looking at the covering fog, Ke Meng's face became solemn again.

"Sir Ivan... although I don't want to admit it, your judgment is indeed accurate."

"But actually, I'd rather not have run into them here."

The Athenians were not unprepared for the special blood secrets of the Ocean Kingdom.

With the high tower in Athens as the core, the famous wizard Hermes had already made arrangements for this.

So if they were in the waters near Athens, they would not be without the ability to resist.

With the help of some special alchemical products, they can actually find a way to reduce the impact of the fog and use the power of the tower to lock on the enemy.

But now...

"It doesn't matter."

He waved his hands slightly and held the conch in his left hand.

Looking at the approaching fog, Ryan said he was not panicking.

How could someone who has activated the full-map cheat be afraid of the fog of war?

"Don't panic... General Kemon, everything is under control."

"But it's time."

In order to meet the strong demands of the son of the ancient sea god, Ryan could only regretfully attribute all this to his own command ability.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Since I can't say that I was cheating, it can only be that every move of the opponent was already within my prediction.

"Kemon listen to my orders."

His expression was calm, as if all he saw before him were chickens and dogs.

Ryan raised his hand, signaling the general to listen.

"Now... I will make the following arrangements."