The surging spiritual power surged on the sea surface, and the wind and waves rolled up violently rocked the ship.
The fateful monk held the Heart of Ares in one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, plucked it with his fingertips, picked out a few threads of cause and effect, and nodded slightly to Lin Qiye.
"Commander Lin, what happened?" Jia Shasha and Zhen Xiaoyi stood behind Lin Qiye and asked in confusion.
"It's okay, you go first."
Lin Qiye slowly stood up from the bow of the boat. The straight knife with the golden word "seven" engraved on it was held in his palm.
He turned back and smiled at the two of them, "When the work here is finished, I will go to Cangnan to find you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flew up and rushed straight towards Ares' body. Under the low sky, the ship gradually moved away on the sea, and the two figures gradually became blurred.
"What do you think Commander Lin is going to do with the divine corpse?" Jia Shasha looked at the shadow in the distance and couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know... Anyway, it's probably not something we can understand."
Zhen Xiaoyi sighed.
boom--!!!
In an instant, a bright golden light erupted from the sea behind the ship and shot straight into the sky!
The turbulent waves almost overturned the ship. Everyone clung to the railing beside the ship to steady themselves. When they looked back, they saw a golden ocean in the distance.
…
at the same time.
Olympus.
Thunderclouds are rolling, and on the silent peak of the sacred mountain, Poseidon, the god of the sea, is sitting on a golden throne full of cracks, holding a trident in his hand and looking towards the direction of Daxia.
"It should be almost time..." He murmured to himself.
"I always feel that things won't go so smoothly this time." Beside the Holy See, a figure shrouded in shadow spoke hoarsely.
"Why?"
"We had dealings with those humans in Daxia seven or eight years ago... At that time, there was no protection from the God of Daxia, so they managed to get through us with just a few human ceilings. Now that Daxia's combat power has soared, what do you think?
,Are they so easily defeated?"
Poseidon held his chin with one hand, as if thinking about something.
"In that case, why do you still let them cause trouble in Daxia?" he asked.
"Ares is a partisan of Zeus. After we joined forces to kill Zeus, although he still stayed here for the glory of the Greek gods, he is no longer of the same mind as us... It is a good thing to eradicate this kind of disaster."
"No wonder you let Ares attack from the northern border alone." Poseidon glanced at him, "As expected of you, Hades."
Hades' figure was shrouded in shadow and he smiled solemnly, "As for the other two, they have many tricks. Even if they are ambushed by Daxia's gang, they should be able to escape."
"Using the hands of Daxia to eradicate the threat is indeed a good choice, but I must remind you that Olympus today is no longer the Olympus it was back then. Our twelve main gods will die and we will go away.
...Now, apart from the few who went to Daxia, there are only three people left, you, me, and Apollo.
We cannot defeat Daxia just by relying on our three main gods and a group of secondary gods."
"Of course we have no chance of winning if we take the initiative to attack Daxia, but if they take the initiative to come here, that's another matter." Hades said quietly, "We and Daxia are both ancient civilizations, and our heritage is no worse than them...
When Zeus was seriously injured and on the verge of death, didn't Brahma, the creator god of the Temple of Heaven, still not leave Olympus?"
Poseidon frowned and said nothing.
"Furthermore, although Daxia is powerful now, they do not have a supreme god sitting in charge. And you and I are in charge of the origin of Olympus, plus this golden Holy Seat. It only takes these two years to reach the highest level.
things.
Once a supreme leader appears among us, then no matter how many ceilings Daxia has, what's the use?"
Poseidon's expression softened a little.
The trident in his hand trembled slightly, and a torch-shaped source appeared in front of itself. The power of the burning source was extremely strong, and it seemed to contain an extremely huge power.
Poseidon was about to say something, when suddenly, the source in his hand shook violently!
Threads of cause and effect extended from the void, suddenly locking the source in his hand. At the same time, a dazzling golden light surged out from within the source!
Poseidon froze on the spot.
boom--!!!
Golden light soared into the sky from its source, like a beam of light that sank straight into the sky. This scene immediately attracted the attention of all the Olympian gods.
"What happened? Why was the origin suddenly affected?" Hades's face changed and he asked immediately.
"I don't know... I didn't do it." Poseidon said in a deep voice.
"But there are only two of us here?"
"I told you, it has nothing to do with me!"
Just as the two were arguing, the golden light in the sky gradually dissipated, but the next moment, all the gods in Olympus were stunned.
Above the mountains, a golden horizontal line intersected with a golden vertical line, like a huge cross, imprinted in nothingness, covering the entire Olympus Kingdom.
.
"What is this?" Hades looked up at the golden "ten" and asked in confusion.
Poseidon did not speak. He waved his hand and the trident standing on the ground roared towards the sky, but passed through the center of the cross in vain.
"How is this possible..." Poseidon seemed to have thought of something, frowning and muttering to himself.
Seeing that Poseidon's attack failed, Hades also launched an attack. A ball of nether black energy surged into the sky, trying to eat away at the golden mark. However, the mark not only did not change at all, but appeared on the surface of the black energy, like a projection.
Light and shadow on the curtain.
"What the hell??"
"Don't try...this thing is projected from our origin." Poseidon said slowly.
"Origin?" Hades turned his head and saw that there was indeed a faint golden light in the mass of origin, "Why did the origin suddenly project this thing?"
"have no idea."
"Can you erase that thing?"
"It's useless. Unless we destroy the origin of Olympus ourselves, the golden mark will always exist."
"...Is this a change that happened to the source itself, or is it man-made?"
"I don't know, but the origin has always been in my hands, so the possibility of man-made manipulation is unlikely."
Chapter completed!