Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

"Your Highness, be careful—"

hum...

Tear--!

……

The world before my eyes was in chaos, upside down, and shifted left to right.

There was a heavy buzzing sound in his ears, and in his drowsiness, Antilochus tried to open his eyes.

However, at this moment, he felt like he was carrying a huge burden and could hardly move his body at all.

"..."

"……This is……"

An unknown amount of time had passed, but as he leaned on the deck, the prince finally regained a little bit of mobility.

He struggled to prop himself up and observed the situation around him.

There were sounds of fighting and screams, but there was no sign of the enemy.

Rays of light penetrated the fog one after another, bringing endless explosions to the sea.

Even on the flagship where Antilochus was, there were several huge holes and the mast had long been broken.

All the current situations are telling the prince that the situation at sea is probably not optimistic.

"Uh……"

Covering his forehead with his hands, looking at everything in front of him, Antilochus recalled what had just happened.

At that time, he was urgently notifying the fleet to continue to disperse its formation in order to avoid the Athens crystal cannon, which was extremely accurate for some reason.

However, at this moment, six powerful energy beams shot out from Athens' formation, pointing directly at the warship where the prince was.

If there was only one shot, Antilochus believed he could still block it, which was why he dared to come to the front line.

As long as he is not targeted by massive fire, his life safety will not be in danger.

But it was obvious that under this precise attack that was like opening the third eye, the prince had no way to escape.

Fortunately, the power of the descendants of gods comes from their blood, so they can often burst out exceptionally powerful potential at the critical moment of life and death.

So at this critical moment, Antilochus still blocked the attack.

But the price was also obvious. He was knocked unconscious by the huge impact force and only woke up now.

The other soldiers around him at the time would probably have been crushed to pieces.

"...Adjutant...Yes, Adjutant, come and see me!"

Finally sobering up a little, Wang Zijiang stood up from the deck.

With the blessing of the Sea God's blood, he could barely see a short distance around him.

The enemy has not yet launched a real offensive, but our formation has been completely disrupted.

Antilochus did not know how the Athenians had done this, but he knew that if he did not do something, his kingdom would be ashamed of him.

"——Your Highness, I'm here, you finally woke up!"

As the prince's voice fell, a response immediately came from afar.

Soon, the adjutant general came running over with a look of surprise on his face.

But Antilochus could see the other person's tattered clothes and bleeding arms.

Apparently, the general was also under attack.

But what he faced was probably not that dangerous, so the result would be much better.

"Your Highness, after you fainted, I tried to wake you up, but I failed... In order to protect your safety, I have just ordered to slow down."

"The Athenians' attack was too accurate, but we still have the advantage in numbers. I—"

"——General, listen to me!"

He interrupted her and felt dizzy again.

Antilochus mustered his strength and spoke in a deep voice.

"Now, take our people and retreat."

"what?"

Incredibly, Pyrrhus's generals apparently had not expected to reach this conclusion.

However, the prince just nodded, confirming his decision.

"Yes... retreat, we don't need to fight anymore."

"The level they have shown has wiped out our advantage in terms of geographical location. Even if we continue to play, it will only be a pyrrhic victory."

"General, we are here to gain benefits, not to fight for life and death."

"Besides, our greatest reliance has never been ourselves, right?"

As a descendant of the sea god, unlike Athena who almost never descended in an incarnation to help Athens fight, Poseidon was very happy to spread his power and fame through divine descent.

So Antilochus just nodded, and his lieutenant understood what he meant.

"You mean..."

"Inform the priests that we are no longer able to maintain security at the scene, and all this is due to the Athenian attack."

"It's up to them to decide how to deal with the matter. But no matter what, they will report everything to the gods."

Touching his forehead gently, the prince waved his hand.

The decision has been made, but there are also options for how to retreat.

It would not be possible to just retreat to Pylos like this, it would be better to take a detour.

Go north, or go south.

After all, the Athenians would not attempt to attack their homeland, nor did they come to seize land.

So Antilochus just needed to find a reason to hide and then clean up the mess later.

"We're going north...south."

"But that's where the Sea King's palace is said to be, so remember to hide... We'll set off now."

The explosions continued all around, and the prince wanted to go north instead of accidentally retreating in front of Poseidon.

But for some reason, Antilochus had an inexplicable premonition that he should go south.

Well... south is south, no big deal.

As a traditional Chaos man, a hater and supporter of fatalism, Antilochus still trusts his intuition.

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Tread...  

Walking in the long corridor of the palace, the old Poseidon moved neither hurriedly nor slowly.

He secretly looked at the furnishings around him, those magnificent ornaments.

This was once the territory of the ancient sea god, but was later ceded to Poseidon as a way of paying back for the mistakes made by his sister, the Power of the Sea.

As the owner of this place changed, its furnishings also changed drastically.

Those ancient stone sculptures have long disappeared, replaced by all kinds of gorgeous and colorful costumes.

The pillars made of meteorites at the beginning of creation were replaced with white jade and displayed everywhere, and various mineral deposits that had been nurtured since the birth of the concave surface of the earth were also removed from this place.

Nereus couldn't describe this change as good or bad, but looking at this strange temple, he couldn't feel happy at all.

"Your Highness."

"Ah."

Ah... yes, there are these too.

Nereus nodded slightly to the guard with a human face and a scorpion body.

The scent of Poseidon's blood was so clearly visible on the other person's body.

One can imagine what the second son of Kronos did in this ancient palace.

But this was his place after all, so Nereus just looked at it and didn't say much.

Tread...  

Continuing forward, Nereus pushed open the last door and walked into the inner hall.

As far as the eye can see, the nominal master of the sea is sitting on a chair made of gold.

Poseidon swallowed the dark red wine in big gulps, and as if he heard something, he raised his dazed eyes slightly.

It was not until he saw the person coming that Poseidon wiped his mouth with a bit of surprise and forced himself to cheer up a bit.

"Nereus, it's you."

"What are you doing here... Don't tell me yet. Let me think about it. Is there anything going on in Olympus?"

"No, that's not right. It's been pretty quiet there lately, at least for me."

"So those disgusting evil creatures have appeared again? Ever since Typhon's death, there have always been some troubles every once in a while."

Poseidon speculated with interest, but he didn't think anything worth his attention would happen recently.

In response, the old sea god just smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Neither. Strictly speaking, it's a human matter."

"world?"

His misty eyes narrowed slightly, and due to his drunkenness, Poseidon relaxed his blockage to certain sounds.

In the past, in order not to disturb his own interest, Poseidon rarely listened to the prayers of his believers... and the next moment, his face turned ugly.

"Sacrifice... ritual... raid?"

"What a bunch of trash!"

"Humph, someone actually touched me during the ceremony to honor me, and as my followers, they were defeated miserably in the sea..."

"Nereus, do I still need to deal with this kind of thing?!"

"After all, this matter is related to Her Majesty Athena, and similar situations... hehe..."

With a gentle smile, the old sea god did not finish his words.

But Poseidon understood what he meant. Over the years, this old guy didn't get involved in anything related to Olympus.

In the end, he always has to solve it himself.

"Athena... humph, I get it."

"My clever niece doesn't seem like someone who would come to the sea to cause trouble for me."

After thinking for a moment, Poseidon found the 'answer'.

Not all actions in the world are arranged by gods. In fact, spontaneous wars initiated by humans account for a much larger proportion.

Just like this time, through the prayers of his believers, Poseidon also knew that it was actually they who took the initiative to provoke it.

Is there anything wrong with this matter? Originally, there wasn't any.

Without Theseus, the Athenians would have had no place on the sea.

But just because there were no problems at the beginning doesn’t mean there are no problems now.

You can provoke a war, but not only can you not win, but you also allow the rituals of worshiping him to be destroyed, which is something he cannot tolerate.

The god Chaos had killed an entire family just for showing off, and this had happened more than once.

Poseidon would naturally respond to the destruction of his own sacrifice.

"Okay, Nereus, I know about this."

"Since you are so timid, then stay here. I will handle this matter myself."

He stretched out his hand and held the trident in his hand.

Poseidon shook his head to dispel the drunkenness.

The last time he fought with the human named Theseus, he was just his divine incarnation.

With a real divine weapon in hand, a divine weapon used for combat, Poseidon would not have lost, but unfortunately, that human also took the Aegis, the divine shield protecting the city of Athens.

He had to admit that his trident couldn't break the shield, but the human was quite capable.

However, not just anyone can use Athena's artifact. Over the past thousand years, except for Perseus who lent it due to Zeus's will, only two or three people can lift it.

However, Theseus was dead, and Poseidon didn't think he would meet another one.

What's more, even if someone else could pick it up, it doesn't mean that they could exert the same level of strength as that human.

brush--

Flying up, a cruel smile flashed across Poseidon's face.

It’s a very good exercise to help digestion after drinking.

It just so happens that he can also tell those mortals the truth.

Gods can fail countless times, but humans are different.

No matter how powerful that mortal is, if he fails once, all his brilliant achievements will be in vain.