Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

The divine light broke through the sea, rose from the palace in the South China Sea, and headed towards the northeast.

Poseidon knew that in today's human world, it would be impossible for him to reach the waters near the Kingdom of Pylos quickly.

Unless he used the anchor of faith to send down his incarnation from afar, by the time he arrived at the scene, the war at sea would probably have ended long ago.

However, even though he knew it would be too late, Poseidon did not try to find other solutions.

As for the reason, it is simple.

In the absence of a suitable carrier, if the gods wanted to send down their incarnation solely through the rituals spontaneously held by believers, it would still be a burdensome act even for them.

Moreover, the incarnation created in this way will still have a significant gap in strength, and one's own magical weapon cannot be brought over.

Poseidon was naturally unwilling to pay such a price for a group of mortals who were more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything.

"…If they survive, it's because they are lucky."

"If you don't survive, then you'll pay the price for your incompetence."

"At most, for the sake of your devout faith, I will make your death more meaningful...None of those mortals from Athens will be able to return."

Stepping on the waves, a blue-haired man holding a trident stood at the crest of the tide.

The biting storm set off his icy smile; Poseidon was in a good mood.

Since the kingdoms on the mainland were enemies of Athens at the behest of God, he actually received letters from Hera.

The Queen of Heaven wanted him to launch a siege from the sea...but Poseidon didn't intend to be the first to do so.

It would be fine if he could find a chance to take back the power at sea, but attacking Athens and trying to draw out Athena's tricks? He wasn't that stupid.

But Hera is not easy to get rid of, so I decided to go and see her today.

Do something at least so that she won't bother you again.

"Huh...it's a great day today."

"I'm just a little sleepy..."

Huge waves hundreds of meters high were rolling under my feet. When the initial excitement passed, gradually, the spirit of the sea god on the crest of the tide became exhausted.

Perhaps it was because he drank too much wine before, for a moment, Poseidon actually felt a little sleepy.

He raised his head and yawned. At this moment, Poseidon regretted not riding the divine horse that had his blood in it.

If I had it, I would feel a lot more relaxed.

"call……"

"what……"

"call……"

"..."

The sky gradually changes color until the bright moon rises in the east.

On the tide, Poseidon gradually closed his eyes.

As night fell, the sleepiness brought on by the drinking became more and more intense.

After a not-so-difficult struggle, Poseidon finally decided to take a nap to slow down his pace.

Anyway, no matter how you calculate it, my speed is much faster than those humans.

Even if it takes a while at night, it will not hinder your ultimate goal.

“…That’s all…”

"call--"

"call……"

"..."

……

In the night sky, Poseidon fell into a deep sleep. Only the Trident of Poseidon was still emitting a pale blue divine light, guarding him.

As a divine weapon that was once born with the trajectory of destiny, although it cannot compare to Zeus's thunder and lightning, it is still of extraordinary significance.

On that day, Poseidon forged his own priesthood of [Tsunami] through the hands of the Cyclops.

In a sense, the trident is the proof and medium of Poseidon as a "sea god".

In comparison, [earthquakes] and [storms] do not have a direct relationship with the ocean.

In the years that followed, Poseidon infused it with a certain power that he had gathered from the birth of many sea creatures.

This not only makes the artifact more powerful, but also gradually acquires some spirituality.

"Um……"

"A divine weapon with a hazy consciousness... In a sense, it is indeed a good weapon."

"In terms of quality alone, it may be a little better than my flute now."

"Unfortunately, this weapon that is so closely related to him is destined to be unusable by me."

As the wings flapped, light gray air fell from the sky.

The gray-haired boy stood in the sky, overlooking the moving tide beneath his feet.

Thousands of years in the human world seemed like an unknown amount of time to him.

And when such a long time passed, he once thought that he had long forgotten this memory.

Hypnos, the god of sleep, is the lord of the third layer of the Nine Hells and a legitimate god in the world.

Bathed in the moonlight of the mortal world once again, the young god's appearance remained the same, but his identity had long since changed.

Tread...tread...

Walking in the sky and watching the Poseidon gradually falling asleep, Hypnos was not impatient at all.

The power that makes people sleep forever radiates in the sky and lands on Poseidon bit by bit.

In a head-on confrontation, Hypnos might not be Poseidon's opponent.

No matter how powerful his divine power is, his divine position means that it is difficult for him to defeat his enemies.

But in the areas where he is truly good, everything is different.

Even the God King who was on the original trajectory could not escape the disaster, and Poseidon certainly could not escape either.

But Hypnos also knew that this absolute authority also brought him absolute flaws.

"You can put him to sleep, but you can't let him get hurt..."

"If I want to attack him, I only have one chance to strike first."

"Oh, that's right."

"Even as the God of Sleep, I cannot let a person fall asleep when facing a life-or-death crisis and pain... If that human didn't give me something, I really wouldn't be able to take him away."

With the trident protecting him, Hypnos could not reach the sleeping Poseidon without taking action, so naturally he could not take him away directly.

Fortunately, he received a special help on this trip - a bottle of poison that even made him feel frightened when he saw it.

Hypnos didn't know how such a terrible thing came into being. After all, the world of Chaos had never produced a powerful god who controlled poison.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. He took out the transparent bottle and carefully opened the bottle cap.

There was no sign of leakage. Even without the bottle cap, the illusory liquid of Handan still did not overflow.

Only the surrounding space shook slightly, as if even it could not withstand this terrible toxicity.

The mouth of the bottle tilted slightly, and the recorder on the waist played melodious music without wind.

Hypnos noticed that Poseidon's eyelids moved, and then returned to calm.

Obviously, some foreboding of danger stimulated Poseidon's spirit, and even in his sleep, he still felt uneasy.

But despite the full force of the god of sleep, he did not wake up after all.

Seeing this scene, Hypnos finally felt relieved.

"very good……"

With a smile and a nod, the young god tilted his right hand for the last time in the sky corresponding to the tide.

The transparent mist was like a wisp of green smoke, which hovered at the mouth of the bottle three times and then fell down.

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and even though he didn't dare to touch it, Hypnos was also very curious.

What kind of effect does this bottle of so-called poison have?

"The King of the Sea... Poseidon, right?"

"Come."

"Let me see what you are capable of."

According to the monarch he now serves, the Serpent of the Nine Hells, there are several key points he must pay attention to on this trip.

The first was how to defeat Poseidon unnoticed, and the second was how to prepare for the desperate struggle of the Sea King.

Once he knows he is defeated, Poseidon is likely to unleash his divine power at all costs and fight to the death.

In this situation, the only one who could subdue him again instantly was the Lord of Hell himself.

"But now his aura has been marked by the living God King. As long as he dares to take action, Zeus will arrive in an instant after one move."

"And what I need to do is to bring Poseidon back to Hell after the outbreak."

"Doing this kind of thing in front of a great divine power, oh, it's really exciting just thinking about it."

With a smile on his face, the young god's expression did not change at all.

Just kidding, Hypnos was never afraid even when facing his creator.

In comparison, the God King in this world is nothing.

······

"..."

The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping.

On the top of Mount Olympus, Zeus was walking in a forest.

Not long ago, the rainbow goddess Iris told him that the goddess of fate who had visited him not long ago went to the human kingdom and then headed east.

But after hearing her answer, the God King was not satisfied.

"You don't have any initiative at all... I didn't tell you, so you won't do it..."

"Who did she meet, what did she do, what did she plan to do... It's ridiculous to travel such a long distance just to kill a mortal."

With a long sigh, at this moment, Zeus missed Zephyrus a little.

As his most loyal subject, the God of West Wind would not make such a mistake.

He is not without shortcomings, but most of the time, he can understand what Zeus means.

No matter what cannot be said openly due to the position of God King, Zeferos can do it.

In comparison, I said I would secretly "protect" the powerless Goddess of Destiny, and Iris actually went to protect her.

"That is, I cannot comprehend the power of fate. In order to prevent them from knowing what I said, I cannot express my meaning even in private..."

His eyes flickered, and to this day, Zeus had never really let down his guard against fate.

A god king who does not want to overcome fate is not a good god king. Although he has embarked on another path, Zeus will not give up if he can make a breakthrough in other places.

"Um……"

The God King was in no hurry as he walked and thought.

By now, there is little in the world that he cannot do.

The once distant continent was nothing to him. If Zeus was willing to unleash all his strength, as long as his royal power could reach, the vastness of the world would be nothing more than a trivial matter.

But everything is going well now, and he will be able to achieve his wish sooner or later.

Therefore, the God King has not had the opportunity to use such power for a long time.

The only exception is the two unidentified beings in the abyss...

"Don't give me a chance..."

"If an existence from the outside world enters this world, you will only be regarded as an intruder by the laws of this world."

"At that time, I will be able to exert my full strength without hindrance, and you will be suppressed by the law instead."

In Tartarus, I might have accidentally lost the initiative.

But if you go to the outside world, the offense and defense will be different.

With his hands behind his back, the God King admired the moonlight above his head.

Now, he is just waiting for the opportunity.

He would wait for Silvermoon City to cause trouble, wait until all the gods were no match for them, and then he would take action to subdue everything.

When conflicts break out between Poseidon and Athens, or even with Silvermoon City, if not, he will find ways to add fuel to the flames.

Then, if there is a chance, he can involve the underworld as well, but he hasn't figured out the method yet.

And in all this process, if the great divine power behind one party can't help but take action, he can laugh three times, and then with the help of the laws of the world, he can defeat the party or drag the battle to victory.

"Now that I think about it, I can't wait..."

"I don't know who will be the first to take action."

The abyss, the spirit world, or the mother earth who has been lurking for a long time but will never give up on causing trouble for him?

Zeus didn't know.

Given God’s sense of time, it shouldn’t take too long to solve the mystery.