The Greece Antagonist

Chapter 452: Chapter 9: Divine Era Intelligence Crisis

Netherworld, Elysian Fields.

Seated beneath the gazebo, the brothers, Thanatos, the God of Death, and Hypnos, the God of Sleep, looked at the soul stones on the table that had turned pitch black and frowned at each other.

“It failed…”

“But it also succeeded.”

“What do you mean?”

“The more heavily guarded the place is, the more likely it is that the Mother Goddess is imprisoned there.”

Hearing this, the God of Death couldn’t help but nod slightly.

“You have a point, it seems we’ve found the right direction.”

“So next, shall we inform Charon?”

Hypnos, swirling the tea in his cup, asked his older brother.

Like them, Ferryman Charon was a creation of Nyx’s divinity, regarding the Queen of Hell, Hecate, as their Mother Goddess.

“Let’s not. That guy is too greedy and careless; telling him too much would only spoil things.”

The God of Death waved his hand, dismissing his brother’s suggestion.

Hypnos rubbed his sore brow, feeling a headache coming on.

“But we need reliable allies, the more the better.”

“Call Mójièlā and the others then.”

The God of Death spoke in a deep voice, his eyes flashing ominously.

The Furies, guardians of Tartarus and new gods personally recruited into the Netherworld by the Mother Goddess Hecate, had simple relationships and had been marked with the divine seal of the Mother Goddess, making them likely to obediently follow orders.

After all, as lesser deities of the Mother Goddess, should any misfortune befall her, their own strength and authority would be compromised as well.

Hypnos nodded in agreement to this plan and immediately his gaze flickered, looking into the depths of the Elysian Fields.

“What about them?”

“I advise you not to entertain the idea of using ‘Them.’ Now that the Mother Goddess is absent, ‘They’ have absorbed a considerable amount of divinity and authority after their brief liberation last time; their seal is no longer stable. Compared to those targets above ground, ‘They’ are far more dangerous!”

The God of Death spoke coldly, his face stern.

Seeing his brother so resolute, Hypnos had no choice but to abandon that thought.

~~

Sea of Okeanos.

Beneath the profound depths, Poseidon, the Sea King, sat in the temple, frowning as he inquired,

“It failed?”

“Please, Father God, punish me.”

The Prince Triton, kneeling on one knee in the great hall, looked ashamed.

Poseidon waved his hand, somewhat dismissive.

“Enough, it was merely a probe; I didn’t expect those soldiers to bring back any useful information anyway.”

“I have disappointed you, Father…”

Upon hearing this, the Mermaid Prince’s cheeks flushed as he bowed his head even deeper.

Ever since the battle of Crete Island, the lineage of the Sea God had become a laughingstock.

The once-glorious kingdom had sunken into the deep sea, its glory no more; his kin were afflicted with a curse, turning into bloodthirsty monsters.

As the Prince of Atlantis, the heir to the Sea of Okeanos, Triton felt deeply disgraced.

The more he tried to prove himself, the more it seemed to backfire, this time even more so, resulting in a significant loss of the few remaining sane kinsmen.

Perhaps, I really am not worthy of becoming the new King of the Ocean, nor fit to lead them.

Looking at his son’s defeated expression, Poseidon stood up and snorted coldly.

“Stand up! We have not yet lost!”

“Father God, do you really think we still have a chance?”

Triton asked with a wry smile, devoid of any fighting spirit in his eyes.

Hearing even his closest son begin to question him, Poseidon was silent for a long time. A fierce flash passed through his eyes as if he had finally made up his mind.

“Come with me,” he said.

With that, the Sea King waved the Trident and activated the Magic Circle Diagram in the center of the temple, stepping into it with his son.

After a burst of radiant light passed, Prince Triton found himself suddenly on an unnamed floating island, with silvery luminescence flying in from all around, hovering in front of them.

They were metal spheres wrapped in several silvery-white blades, the insides embedded with a crimson gem shaped like an eyeball, from which a deep red light was emitted, shining on the two of them on the island.

In Prince Triton’s puzzled gaze, Poseidon stepped forward, under the glow of the red light.

Moments later, a cold voice came from the silvery-white metal spheres surrounding them.

“Ding, identity verification complete, first-level authority granted, permission to enter.”

Simultaneously, the surrounding seas and skies rippled like water, and the entire world in front seemed to have a veil torn away, revealing its underlying “reality.”

Prince Triton looked up in amazement, wonder uncontainable in his eyes.

Ten silvery-white islands formed a giant metallic ring, quietly floating on the surface of the water.@@novelbin@@

Between the islands, each space was filled with a giant bronze statue, about a hundred meters tall, holding a Trident as though guarding the gates.

The region inside resembled land, vast, with buildings in concentric circles separated by ships and metallic gates, and as one moved inward towards the center, access became progressively restricted.

The inner circle of the ring contained the most important temples and preserves, and the modular city architecture fanned out from the center, neatly distributed with interlocking streets that displayed the beauty of order and symmetry. The gilded domes of the buildings produced harmonic sounds due to varying winds and temperatures.

Even more incredible, above the architectural ring of the inner circle, a majestic mountain floated amongst ethereal clouds and brilliant starlight, with the city atop playing hide and seek among the interwoven corridors, opulent and elegant, exuding a metallic texture.

“What is this…”

“Poseidonia, it can also be simply called the City of the Sea God, secretly overseen by me during its construction, representing the concentration of Atlantis’s culture, arts, and craftsmanship,” Poseidon said.

“Truly magnificent, this mountain is like floating among a sea of clouds and stars…”

“Exactly, and thus, it also has another name—’Interstellar City Mountain Range’—Olympus!”

Poseidon looked up proudly toward that architectural marvel, introducing it with pride to his son.

Hearing his father’s explanation, Prince Triton then noticed the metallic mountain range before him, which seemed remarkably similar to the Mount Olympus he remembered.

Clearly, his Father God had replaced Zeus, becoming the master of Olympus, and even the entire world!

But how had he accomplished such a monumental task? And why did almost no one know about this place?

With deep curiosity, Prince Triton followed in the footsteps of his father, Poseidon, stepping onto this land filled with a metallic essence.

At the same time, soldiers clad in gold, white, and red armor, wielding metal swords and shields, emerged from the streets, lining up to welcome the arrival of the Sea God and his son.

These beings seemed devoid of the essence of life, but the aether fluctuations they emitted were solemn and surging, approaching the strength of a demigod!

Prince Triton glanced around and roughly estimated there were hundreds of them, leaving him utterly astounded.

“Father God, what is happening?”

Poseidon looked back at his son, inquiring leisurely.

“Let me test you, do you know where our Atlantian technology and culture come from?”

Without hesitation, Prince Triton gave a no-thought-needed answer.

“I know, it is the product of the Bronze Age! You led our people to unearth the technology of the Bronze Age and used it to establish the brilliant civilization of Atlantis.”

Poseidon nodded, continuing the inquiry.

“Do you know why the Bronze Age was destroyed?”

“Because those Giants were ignorant and brutal, and ultimately provoked the wrath of the gods,” Prince Triton answered, as textbook-standard as he could.

However, Poseidon neither agreed nor disagreed, but got up and led his son to the top of the Interstellar City Mountain Range, holding the Trident and walking staggered steps to the center of the great altar, murmuring divine words.

In an instant, myriad stars fell, forming a vast corridor of silver light that rose from the great altar and spread into the scattered stars.

Poseidon, holding the silver luminous spiral staircase, walked among the Star River.

Until at the end of the Star River, a silver vortex spun tirelessly, extending thousands of swirling arms, and in the center of the starlight vortex, a metal engine about a hundred meters high, its shell carved with unnamed dense runes and technological principles, throbbed like a heart.

At that moment, Poseidon stepped forward, placed his hand on the silver metal engine, and began to speak slowly,

“Because, they not only developed their own civilization but also used the gods as a template to create their own deities!”

In an instant, niches of light patterns rose from the Star River, twelve mechanized divine giants of varying designs arrayed on either side, standing majestically!

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