Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

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

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

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

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

As for the reason, it was simple.

In the absence of a suitable carrier, if the gods wanted to send down their incarnations only with the help of the ceremonies held spontaneously by believers, it would still be a burdensome act even for him.

Moreover, the incarnations made in this way would still have a big gap in strength, and his own artifacts could not be brought over.

Poseidon was naturally unwilling to spend such a price for a group of mortals who were more likely to cause trouble than to achieve success.

"...If they survive, it's their good luck."

"If they don't survive, then it's the price they pay for their incompetence."

"At most, for the sake of your devout faith, I will make your death more valuable...None of those mortals from Athens will go back."

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

The bitter storm set off a cold smile, and Poseidon was in a good mood.

Since the kingdom on the mainland was against Athens in accordance with the will of God, he actually received a letter from Hera.

The Queen of Heaven hoped that he would launch a siege from the sea...but Poseidon didn't intend to be the first to do it.

Finding an opportunity to take back the power at sea is fine, attacking Athens and finding a way to draw out Athena's means? He's not that stupid.

But Hera is not easy to get rid of, so he might as well go today.

Doing something will save her from bothering him again.

"Huh... It's a good day today."

"Just a little sleepy..."

Hundreds of meters high waves rolled under his feet. When the initial excitement passed, the spirit of the sea god on the tide gradually became tired.

Maybe 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 why he didn't ride the divine horse with his blood.

If he had it, he would be much more relaxed.

"Huh..."

"Ha..."

"Huh..."

"..."

The sky gradually changed until the bright moon rose in the east.

On the tide, Poseidon gradually closed his eyes.

As night fell, the sleepiness brought by drinking became stronger.

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

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

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

"...That's it..."

"Hu——"

"Hu..."

"..."

...

In the night sky, Poseidon fell into a deep sleep, and only the [Trident of the Sea King] still glowed with a pale blue divine light, guarding him.

As a divine weapon that was once born with the trajectory of fate, although it is not as good as Zeus's thunder and lightning, it is still of extraordinary significance.

On that day, the sea god cast his 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, [earthquake] and [storm], on the contrary, have no direct relationship with the sea.

In the years that followed, Poseidon added a certain power gathered after he multiplied many sea creatures to it.

This made this artifact more powerful and gradually possessed some spirituality.

"Hmm..."

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

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

"Unfortunately, this weapon that is so closely related to him is destined not to be used by me."

As the wings flapped, a light gray airflow fell from the sky.

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

Thousands of years in the human world, for him, it has been an unknown amount of time.

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

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

Bathed in the moonlight of the human world again, the appearance of the young god is still the same, but his identity has long been different.

Tap...Tap...

Walking in the sky, watching the sea king gradually fall asleep, Hypnos was not impatient at all.

The power to make people sleep for a long time spread in the sky and landed on Poseidon little by little.

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

No matter how powerful his divine power is, his divine duty makes it difficult for him to defeat his enemies.

But everything is different in the areas where he is really good at.

Even the original God King could not escape the disaster, and Poseidon naturally could not escape.

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

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

"If I want to attack him, I only have one chance to take the initiative."

"Oh, that's right."

"Even as the god of sleep, I can't let a person fall asleep when facing life-and-death crisis and pain... If that human didn't give me something, I really couldn't take him away."

With the trident protecting him, Hypnos couldn't touch the sleeping Sea King without taking action, so naturally he couldn't take him away directly.

Fortunately, he got a special help on this trip - a bottle of poison that even he couldn't help but feel terrified when he saw it.

Hypnos didn't know how such a terrible thing was born. After all, the world of Chaos had never produced a powerful god who controlled [poison].

But it didn't matter anymore. He took out the transparent bottle and the god of sleep carefully opened the bottle cap.

There was no sign of leakage. Even without the bottle cap blocking it, the illusory liquid of Handan still didn't overflow.

Only the surrounding space shook slightly, as if even it couldn't withstand this terrible toxicity.

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

Hypnos noticed that the eyelids of the Sea King moved, and then he regained his peace.

Apparently, some kind of dangerous foreboding stimulated Poseidon's spirit, and even in his sleep, he still felt uneasy.

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

Seeing this scene, Hypnos finally felt relieved.

"Very good..."

Nodding with a smile, 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, judging three times at the mouth of the bottle, and then falling down.

A trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes. Although he did not dare to touch it, Hypnos was also curious.

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

"Sea King... Poseidon, right."

"Come."

"Let me see what you can do."

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

The first point is how to defeat Poseidon without attracting attention, and the second point is how to prepare for the desperate struggle of the Sea King.

Once he knows he can't win, Poseidon will most likely explode his divine power at all costs and fight to the death.

In this case, the only one who can subdue him again in an instant is the Lord of Hell himself.

"But now his breath has been marked by the living God King. As long as he dares to make a move, Zeus will come in an instant after one move."

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

"Doing this in front of a great god, huh, it's really exciting to think about it."

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

Just kidding, Hypnos was not afraid even when facing his creator.

In comparison, what can the living God King count as.

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"..."

The night is long and there is no sleep.

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

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

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

"No initiative at all... I didn't say it, 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 so far just to kill a mortal."

Sighing, Zeus missed Zephyros a little at this moment.

As his most loyal minister, 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 is difficult to say because of the position of God King, Zephyros can do it.

In comparison, Iris actually went to protect the goddess of fate who had no fighting power when I said I would secretly "protect" her.

"That is, I can't understand the power of fate. In order to prevent them from knowing what I said, even in private, I can't say what I mean..."

His eyes flickered. To this day, Zeus has never really let down his guard against fate.

A God King who doesn't want to defeat 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.

"Hmm..."

While walking and thinking, the God King is not in a hurry.

Up to now, there are few things in the world that he can't do.

The once distant continent is nothing more than this for him. If Zeus is willing to burst out all his power, as long as his royal power can reach the place, the vastness of the world is nothing more than a trivial matter.

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

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

The only exception is the unidentified existence of the two in the abyss...

"Don't let me find a chance..."

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

"At that time, I will be able to exert all my power without hindrance, and you will be suppressed by the laws instead."

In Tartarus, I may have lost the initiative accidentally.

But if I go to the outside world, then the offense and defense will change.

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

Now, he was just waiting for an opportunity.

Wait for Silver Moon City to cause trouble, wait for all the gods to be no match, then he will take action to suppress everything.

Wait for the conflict between the Sea Gods and Athens, or even with Silver Moon City. If not, he will try to add fuel to the flames.

Then, if there is a chance, he can also involve the underworld, but he has not thought of a way yet.

And in all the processes in between, once the great power behind one party can't help but take action, he can laugh three times, and then, with the blessing of the laws of the world, defeat him, or drag him to victory without winning.

"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 Earth Mother who has been lurking for a long time but will never give up looking for trouble with him?

Zeus doesn't know.

According to the god's perception of time, it shouldn't take too long to solve the mystery.