Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"Your Highness, be careful—"

Buzz…

Tear-!

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The world in front of me was in chaos, upside down and shifted left and right.

There was a heavy ringing in his ears, and in his daze, Antilochus tried to open his eyes.

However, at this moment, he seemed to be carrying a huge burden, unable to move his body at all.

"..."

"……This is……"

I don't know how much time passed. Leaning on the deck, the prince finally regained a little ability to move.

He struggled to push his body up and then observed the situation around him.

There were sounds of fighting and screams, but no enemy could be seen.

Rays of light penetrated the fog one after another, causing continuous explosions on the sea.

Even the flagship where Antilochus was located had several huge potholes and masts that had long been broken.

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

"Well……"

Covering his forehead with his hand and 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 in order to avoid the Athenian crystal cannon that was somehow extremely accurate.

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

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

As long as there is not a large amount of fire, his life safety will not be a problem.

But obviously, under this precise attack that was like opening the eyes of the sky, the prince could not escape at all.

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

So at this critical moment, Antilochus blocked the blow.

But the cost was also obvious. He was knocked unconscious by the huge impact and didn't wake up until now.

The other soldiers around him at that time were probably already shattered to pieces.

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

Finally regaining consciousness, Wang Ziqiang stood up from the deck.

With the blessing of Poseidon's bloodline, 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 didn't know how the Athenians did this, but he knew that if he didn't do something, his kingdom would be ashamed of him.

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

As the prince's shout fell, a response immediately came from the distance.

Soon, the general, who was the adjutant, ran over with surprise on his face.

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

Apparently, the general was probably also under attack.

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

"Your Highness, after you passed out, I tried to wake you up, but failed... In order to protect your safety, I just ordered the speed to be slowed down."

"The Athenians' attack was too precise, but we still have a numerical advantage. I-"

"——General, listen to me!"

He opened his mouth to interrupt, and his head immediately felt dizzy again.

Pulling himself together, Antilochus spoke in a deep voice.

"Now, take our people and retreat."

"What?"

Incredibly, the general of Pyrrhus clearly did not expect 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 now has erased our geographical advantage. Even if we continue to fight, even if we can win, the result will only be a miserable defeat."

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

"What's more, our greatest support is never ourselves, right?"

As a descendant of Poseidon, unlike Athena who almost never descended into an avatar to help Athens fight, Poseidon was happy to spread his power and prestige through divine descendants.

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

"You mean..."

"Inform the priests that we no longer have the ability to maintain the security of the scene, and all this is because of the Athenian attack."

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

Touching his forehead, the prince waved his hand.

The decision has been made, but there is still a way to retreat.

Just retreating to Pylos like this is not enough, it is best to take a detour.

Go north, or go south.

After all, the Athenians would not try to attack their homeland, and they were not here to occupy the land.

So Antilochus just needs to find a reason to hide, and then come back to clean up the mess.

"Let's go north...south."

"But that's where the Poseidon's rumored palace is. Remember to stay away... We'll set off now."

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

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

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

As a traditional Chaos human, a hater and supporter of fatalism, Antilochus still believes in his intuition.

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Tap tap...

Walking in the long corridor of the palace, the old sea god moved slowly.

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

This place used to belong to the territory of the ancient sea god, but was later given to Poseidon to repay the mistakes made by his sister, the power of the sea.

And as the owner of this place changed, its furnishings also changed greatly.

Those ancient stone sculptures have long disappeared, replaced by various gorgeous costumes.

The pillars cast by the meteorite at the beginning of creation were replaced by white jade, displayed everywhere, and various mineral deposits 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 palace, he couldn't be happy.

"Your Highness."

"Yeah."

Ah... yes, there are these.

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

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

It is conceivable what the second son of Kronos has done in this ancient palace.

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

Tap tap...

Continue forward, push open the last door, and Nereus walks 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.

Swallowing the dark red wine in big gulps, Poseidon's blurred eyes slightly raised as if he heard something.

Until he saw the visitor, the sea king wiped his mouth a little unexpectedly and forced himself to cheer up a little.

"Nereus, it's you."

"What are you doing here... Don't tell me yet, let me think about it, is there something going on in Olympus?"

"No, that's not right, it's been very quiet there recently, at least for me."

"So those disgusting evil things have appeared again? Since Typhon's death, there's always something going on every once in a while."

Poseidon speculated with interest, and he didn't think there would be anything worth his attention recently.

The old sea god just smiled and shook his head gently.

"Neither, strictly speaking, it's something in the human world."

"The human world?"

His misty eyes narrowed slightly, and under the influence of drunkenness, the sea king released the shielding of certain sounds.

In the past, in order not to hinder his interest, Poseidon didn't listen to the prayers of his believers very much... and the next moment, his face became ugly.

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

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

"Humph, they were touched in front of me during the ritual of sacrificing me, and as my believers, they still failed miserably on 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..."

The old sea god smiled gently, but did not finish.

However, Poseidon understood what he meant. Over the years, this old guy has not been involved in anything related to Olympus.

Every time in the end, he still has to solve it himself.

"Athena... humph, I know."

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

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

Not all actions in the world are arranged by gods. In fact, the proportion of spontaneous wars by humans is actually larger.

Just like this time, through the prayers of believers, Poseidon also knew that this was actually initiated by them.

Is there anything wrong with this matter? There was none originally.

If Theseus hadn't existed, the Athenians wouldn't have had a place on the sea.

But the fact that there was no problem at the beginning doesn't mean there is no problem now.

You can start a war, but not only can you not win, but you also let the ceremony of worshiping him be destroyed, which is what he can't tolerate.

The gods of Chaos have killed a whole family because of a show-off more than once.

Then Poseidon naturally has to 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 on his body.

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

Holding a real artifact, or an artifact used for fighting, Poseidon would not lose, but unfortunately, that time the human also took the shield Aegis that protected the city of Athens.

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

However, Athena's artifact was not something that anyone could use. For thousands of years, except for Perseus, who had lent it to Zeus, only two or three people could lift it.

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

Moreover, even if someone else could pick it up, it didn't mean that they could exert the same level of power as that human.

Swish——

Poseidon flew up, a cruel smile flashed across his face.

It was a good exercise to help digestion after drinking.

It was just right, he could also tell those mortals with facts.

Gods can fail countless times, but humans are different.

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