Chapter 61

Poseidon still didn't let some humans off the hook.

A day has passed since we entered this era, and some people still haven't eaten. The fear and excitement of entering the ruins have made them hungry once they calm down.

The ruins of Poseidon, the sea god, housed many of his subjects. When he died, he hadn't had time to move them away. Fortunately, due to the existence of "rules," these subjects are still alive and well.

Then they were caught, killed, and fed.

Poseidon couldn't believe it.

For Poseidon, different races held different weight in His heart.

Those strange and bizarre beasts were naturally ranked at the very bottom.

Then there are those of the same kind, roughly equivalent to humans.

The highest-ranking beings are His people, whether they are fish, crabs, mermaids, or sirens.

But now there's one more.

It needs to be divided separately, and that is Veris.

He looked down on His kind. The difference between other gods and humans was probably that they were second-class races that were a bit more powerful—some of whom were quite good.

The most noble race in the world should be Him and His people.

Poseidon firmly believed this.

But now, humanity stands in His ruins, hunting His people and feasting on them.

The sea god was still confronting Ambrose, who, disguised as a human, earnestly persuaded him to cooperate and then deal with Veris.

Poseidon was completely unyielding, charging forward with his trident. If it weren't for those two idiots, Ambrose and Yannis, he wouldn't have ended up in this state!

Ambrose! Prepare to die!

Although His divine power was weak, the Trident of Poseidon was still a divine artifact, comparable to the Key of Michaela, which could reverse fate. Ambrose was wearing the skin of the Third Prince, whose talent was good, but only good. One blow from Poseidon's trident took away half of his life.

The reason Poseidon was able to survive was because he discovered that someone was fishing. Compared to killing Ambrose, protecting his people was obviously more important. A wave swept in, and Poseidon left in a rage, trident in hand.

Ambrose, barely clinging to life but severely wounded, knew he absolutely could not stay here any longer. Poseidon, that madman, had probably been dead for too long and had lost his mind. If they cooperated with him, they might be assassinated.

Wearing the skin of the third prince, Ambrose actually wanted to possess a new body, but finding a body that could accommodate a god was not easy. Even if the third prince's body had not been seriously injured by Poseidon, it would not last long.

Ambrose gritted his teeth, channeled his meager divine power, and barely managed to escape from the Sea God's ruins. He hurriedly sought help from Yannis.

However, the message was sent but disappeared without a trace, and Yannis did not respond to him.

Having no other option, He called upon the Twin Gods again, and this time the Twin Gods responded to Him.

Ambrose successfully moved to the ruins of the Twin Gods, who surrounded his body and were shocked to find him so badly injured.

If it were a wound caused by an ordinary human, Mika would only need to reverse time on Ambrose's body to restore it to its original state. But that was Poseidon's trident, a real divine artifact. How could it be restored by a simple time reversal?

The collision of the two divine forces even blew Ambrose's body to death!

Nolan frowned. The two of them still had no physical form, but within the ruins, they were still able to maintain their former appearance—the appearance of gods.

He looked at Ambrose, who could only endure the hardship, and suddenly tugged at Mika. Mika looked over, and Nolan said to Ambrose, "Ambrose, I know there is a body here, a body that was descended from God. If you can possess that body, you can definitely get rid of your current predicament."

Mikael was taken aback by His words and turned to look at Ambrose, saying, "Yes, Nolan and I only discovered it recently. That body is a genuine divine body. When a deity enters that body, he can fully mobilize divine power and use his divine status."

The words of the twin gods greatly excited Ambrose: "I never thought such a constitution still existed in this era! I thought it had been destroyed long ago! Please tell me quickly, when this continent regains the glory of the ancient divine era, the faith of the earth will be one with the destiny of time!"

This represents a commitment to share the faith.

Miganolan was startled, not expecting Ambrose to offer such a great benefit. He was overjoyed and quickly told him where the divinely descended body was: "When I received you, I sensed that the human was in the ruins of Poseidon. The ruins of Poseidon are only half a day away from closing. If you can endure this half day, you can kill that human and seize his body when he comes out."

Now that the ruins of Poseidon have been opened, it is not surprising that the divine being is present within them.

Ambrose found a new body and immediately felt relieved, even though the pain in his flesh continued to torment him.

The gods had never known what it felt like to be injured before. When they fought each other, their injuries were quickly healed by divine power. In the past ten thousand years, the first to deliver a severe blow to them was Veris.

That battle was so painful that these gods were almost driven mad.

However, this time Ambrose was preoccupied with the body, so his attention was somewhat diverted, making it less unbearable.

After the twin gods told Him the news, they left. They were going to set up checkpoints on the ruins, showing their ruthlessness in wanting to keep all of humanity inside.

Poseidon treated humans so kindly; they were not as soft-hearted as Poseidon!

Meanwhile, at the Poseidon Ruins, there's not much time left before the site closes.

When Lortheran entered the ruins, he was confronted by the enraged sea god hunting humans. He swallowed hard, silently turned around, and tiptoed away, praying in his heart: Please don't see me—

"Damn humans, you dare to come back!" Obviously impossible. Poseidon, who was in charge of the ruins, roared, but he seemed to lack confidence.

Lortheran turned around, smiled, and remembering Lord Martin's complaint earlier, immediately came up with a solution: "What? My lord, I have never seen you before."

Poseidon frowned as well. Although this person looked very similar to the disgusting human from before, their bodies were clearly not the same. He looked at Lortheran suspiciously: "Are you brothers?"

“He is my father.” Lortheran lied without batting an eye.

Poseidon's expression changed drastically. That disgusting man was already married and had children, yet he was still so disrespectful to Him... He should be dragged to the bottom of the sea and drowned!

Lortheran's eyes darted around, instinctively sensing that this deity was easy to fool. He then put on a pitiful expression: "He was originally an ordinary young man who was later taken in by my mother. However, my mother contracted the plague and died after I was born. When my father saw this, he took all of my mother's inheritance and used it to build an army."

"He has such a great reputation now, but I was sent to my maternal grandparents' house when I was only a few days old. It's only now that I've found my biological father."

The boy wiped his eyes, his face full of resentment and sorrow: "Who would have thought that he would be surrounded by a group of women, who no longer remember what my mother looks like, and who are unwilling to acknowledge me as their son. I was doing just fine in the city, but he tricked me into coming to this ruin. Kind sir, please let me go!"

Poseidon sensed something was amiss. He only remembered hearing through the ruins that Veris was about to enter, which frightened him so much that his hand trembled when he poked Ambrose, and he let Ambrose escape.

"Never mind, he's just a pitiful human too," Poseidon said, looking Lortheran up and down. "Do you eat fish?"

Lortheran: “I’ve never tasted anything so good!” he answered decisively.

Then she added, "Besides, fish are so cute, how can you eat fish!"

Poseidon shuddered. As expected of father and son, even though they had become enemies, the disgusting tone of his voice was inherited perfectly. However, he still agreed with Lortheran's words.

His people are so lovely, how could anyone have the heart to eat them?

For a moment, Poseidon looked at Lortheran with great affection and approval.

The sea god knew that his ruins were about to close. He glanced at his palace complex, sighed deeply, and asked, "Do you know a human named Veris?"

Lortheran shuddered; that familiar feeling—there was no mistake!

He hesitated for a moment before saying, “I was working for him, but my father didn’t like me, so he sent me to work for him.”

Upon hearing that this person was indeed related to Veris, Poseidon felt even more reassured. He raised his wrist, and the Trident of Poseidon, which was enough to drive warriors across the continent mad, was in his hand.

"Human, I entrust you with the divine artifact, the Trident of Poseidon. You shall pass the Trident on to Veris." After saying this, He paused before continuing, "Veris will never accept the Trident. Whatever you do with the Trident then is none of my concern."

He looked up at the semi-transparent palace, his eyes filled with longing: "This farce should have ended long ago. I will return to my seas and protect my people."

The trident of Poseidon flew out of Poseidon's hand, and Lortheran quickly reached out to catch it. The trident weighed ten thousand pounds as soon as it was in his hands, but in just a moment, the weight was reduced and it adjusted itself to a height that Lortheran could accept.

Poseidon stood before him, his face solemn: "Human, kill me."

Lortheran: "..."

He gave a forced smile: "I'm just an ordinary human being, how could I possibly have extraordinary abilities to kill you?"

Poseidon was about to suggest that he use the trident, but then he remembered that the trident had been with Him for many years and would never do such a thing as murdering its master. He fell silent for a moment, feeling somewhat troubled.

He really didn't want to run around with the twin gods anymore.

But this worry lasted only a few seconds before a vortex suddenly appeared on the translucent dome that looked like ocean waves covering it.

The black-haired youth stood silently suspended in mid-air, the sky-blue light reflecting off the ruins like sunlight falling on the seabed. Yet, on his body, it was as if he had sunk into an endless deep sea, pitch black and without end, until the ray of sunlight completely disappeared.

With the hood of his cloak pulled up over his head, he stretched out his pale hand and said in a calm voice, "You're quite sensible."

Poseidon stared intently at the cloaked youth, looking down at him from a height that should have been offensive to a god. But from this angle, He met the pale face and saw those deep, heterochromatic eyes.

An aura of destruction erupted from the youth's fingertips, and the entire palace complex began to crumble as if it were a fragile object.

The sea god seemed oblivious, still tilting his head back. He looked rather comical, wrapped up thickly as if he were someone who was afraid of the cold.

"Will your mother goddess reappear?" With the seven gods revived but the goddess of love not appearing, Poseidon already had an answer in his heart.

The small black sphere at Veris's fingertip, imbued with terrifying power, merely murmured upon hearing this, "Perhaps, perhaps not. As long as the race is not wiped out, it may reappear in the world."

He meant "to reappear in the world".

Love has no end, all things have a spirit, and as long as the world is not destroyed, the faith in the god of love will endure, just like the sky, the earth, the sea, time, and destiny.

Living in harmony with nature, enduring with life, and with life continuing, the faith in the god of love will never fade, and with life continuing, the echoes of death will always resonate.

Why were the gods like Janis confident that Poseidon would join them?

Because they are all gods of nature worship, which are naturally different from gods of life worship, it seems that they were destined to stand on the same side.

From the era of the gods to the later period when only seven gods remained, and then to Veris killing a god alone, has the world no longer tolerated the existence of gods?

What about Veris three hundred years later?

Countless questions piled up in Poseidon's mind. He looked deeply at Veris, as if trying to memorize his features, and then said calmly, "Kill me."

Veris looked down at the deity, but did not make a move immediately.

The ruins were teleporting the humans inside out. Lortheran, who was just there, was sent out by the ruins without hearing anything. Soon, only Veris and Poseidon remained inside the ruins.

"Four hundred years ago, the Mother Goddess hid on the earth because she was punished by the gods."

He spoke.

Poseidon was taken aback and stared blankly at the young man.

"The charge is that he fell in love with another god."

Poseidon's pupils contracted—

The multiple blue conglomerates hovered in mid-air, and soon, without anyone even blinking, they were frantically compressed until they were only the size of a fist.

Finally, like the waves crashing on the beach at dawn, the foam bursts easily and delicately.

The cloaked youth silently returned to his house. Outside, two Lortherans squatted under the eaves, chattering away. The young Lortheran was showing off his trident to Lord Martin.

Lord Martin was so angry he gritted his teeth to pieces.

Lortheran's luck has always been ridiculously good. He entered the ruins the shortest time, but he obtained the most important Trident of Poseidon.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have said those things. This is definitely for me. Give it back to me!" Lord Martin was so angry that he reached out and grabbed the object.

The two men gripped the trident, pulling it back and forth like a saw.

A subordinate came down from outside to report, asking what to do with the captured trial participants.

Lord Martin, full of energy, didn't even turn his head when he heard this, and shouted, "What else can we do? Put ropes on them and grab them all to build the city walls. If they don't have the strength, they can go to till the land. As for the apothecaries and alchemists, I don't have the materials for them. Grab them all and make them work. If they don't work, they won't have anything to eat!"

His subordinate responded and ordered about ten people to deal with the captured trial participants.

Many newborns were teleported away from that ruin.

Seven or eight were killed by Poseidon, but many remained.

The heroes and their companions were still inside the city when they heard the armored man loudly proclaiming that they were going to repair the city walls. They breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't kill them.

Of the group, Murphy was the thinnest, but he knew magic. He used magic to transport the bricks and stones to the city wall, making him much more useful than the others.

It was already a miracle that they were alive. The heroes weren't too bothered by the rope with high-level magic arrays engraved around their necks. However, Astor tugged at the rope and told the patrol captain that it was a bit too tight and asked for a looser one.

The captain was very pleased with the young men's obedience. He ordered his men to take the young men to learn how to build thick city walls, and then turned and walked towards the trial participants who were making a fuss about not wearing rope rings.

These men were filled with humiliation, but no matter how humiliated they were, they immediately became obedient when they saw the captain's whip raised high.

Some people had already been whipped and immediately lay on the ground motionless.

Amidst the terrified gazes of the trial participants, the man's body twitched a few more times and then he was teleported away!

That must be a sign of a fatal wound!

One lash is more than just tearing skin and flesh; that single lash can split the ground and cleave their fragile bodies in two.

The food of this era was certainly not as good as it would be three hundred years later, but they were so hungry that they would stuff anything edible into their stomachs and swallow it whole. There was no difference between the privileged sons of heaven and the princes and nobles here, and dining etiquette had long been forgotten.

Aren't those soldiers also squatting by the roadside eating?

In comparison, the heroes were quite civilized. After finishing their dinner, they placed their dishes in a large vat, where a special magician would perform a cleaning spell.

Then the group of teenagers stood in a corner, discussing what to do next.

Arnold frowned. His companions' plan was almost finalized: work in this city for food, and they could escape this era in a month. As for the so-called ruins of the gods, they should forget about it.

...The remnant soul in his mind was still not there, and Arnold felt uneasy.

However, the matter of the contract could not be discussed with outsiders. These outsiders had no chance of even meeting the legendary founding king, let alone seeing the patrol team leader on a regular basis.

The good thing about the weather was that the season was neither too hot nor too cold, and it didn't rain, so they adapted quickly to sleeping under the open sky. After all, none of them came from wealthy or noble families. In fact, Allen's childhood was much better than the others; he grew up in a small town.

Murphy doesn't have many memories of his childhood, but he does remember being a little beggar.

Arnold herded sheep every day, much like Astor, but Astor was a little better off because he had free time to stroll around the bustling fourth district.

Compared to the previous generation of heroes, they are simply the most grassroots of the grassroots.

One night, several teenagers were sleeping soundly under a makeshift shed when suddenly the ground trembled. Allen immediately woke up. At this time, the tremor was not obvious. He reached out and nudged the others.

Arnold woke up too, rubbing his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Murphy sat up, frowning. "Is the ground shaking? What's going on?" As soon as he finished speaking, the ground stopped shaking.

Allen stood up, walked out of the shed, looked up at the sky, and stared blankly.

The other two who noticed his movement also came out, while under the shed, Astor remained unmoved, snoring softly.

The night sky, usually pitch black, was now filled with stars, each one about the size of a fist, which was quite a sight.

However, what caught the attention of the other two was clearly not the beautiful night view, but the enormous shadow floating above the city. The shadow was pitch black, with matte-looking scales covering its body, huge wings flapping behind it, and a pair of red pupils that seemed to be the size of two human heads.

When it opened its mouth, it spoke in a gibberish language that Arnold couldn't understand, but what was certain was that the beast didn't suppress its voice, and even those of them on the edge of the city could hear it clearly.

Allen, standing between the two, was completely stunned.

Something deep within Allen's blood suddenly stirred, urging him forward.

But he didn't move an inch. He just stared intently at the enormous beast shadow under the starry sky. His eyesight was better than his companions'. The night sky fell into his eyes without any obstruction. He seemed to want to imprint this scene into his mind.

Perhaps it was the excessive heat of that gaze, for the beastly figure, which had been staring at a certain spot in the center of the city, suddenly turned its head, its huge red vertical pupils looking toward Allen.

We've been discovered!

Allen's breath almost stopped. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the beastly figure across countless barriers.

The tiny human figure, appearing minuscule within the red vertical pupils, was like the countless stars in the sky.

So the beast shadow only glanced at it before looking back at where it had been looking, muttering in its own unique language.

A moment later, a light appeared, and the beast's shadow disappeared.

The others finally came to their senses, and Arnold gasped, "What was that? A magical beast?"

Murphy frowned, uncertainly saying, "Judging by its shape, it looks a lot like... a dragon."

"Dragons!?" Arnold couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. That was a race that had been extinct for countless years. He never expected that they would see dragons here!

The boy's face flushed red instantly; he was undoubtedly excited.

Only Allen remained silent. Murphy suddenly looked at the usually calm and composed young man, who was like the backbone of the team. Allen was the oldest member of the team, and he was responsible for many of the interactions and daily affairs.

Undeniably, Allen is a very reliable adult.

Noticing Murphy's gaze, Allen seemed to wake from a dream, turned to look at his two companions, and opened his mouth.

He didn't know what to say, nor did he know what his face looked like, but it couldn't be much better than Arnold's.

Finally, he let out a long breath and said, "That should be... the last dragon in history."

Arnold, who was initially excited, froze on the spot as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. Murphy, on the other hand, looked at Allen with concern after a moment of surprise.

He could tell that Allen's tone was melancholy when he said those words.

The last dragon in history died in a rebellion shortly after the kingdom's founding. In that rebellion, many of the king's loyal subordinates and companions sacrificed themselves for the country. The victory was fierce, but it also laid the foundation for the kingdom of Lor'theran.

At that time, the Pope was busy spreading the faith and was unable to attend to other matters. The King confidently said that he could solve the problem, but he, who was usually lucky, suffered a major setback this time.

His companions died so many times that he was depressed for a long time.

Companions and subordinates are different. They met and became friends when they were still in humble circumstances. When Lortheran proposed to unify the continent, they firmly supported this seemingly arrogant young man.

Dragons love jewels, but they have great difficulty procreating, and despite their long lifespans, they eventually perish.

The last dragon in history barged into Lord Martin's bedroom in a flustered manner. Standing beside the sleeping Lord Martin's bed, he leaped down and crushed Lord Martin half to death. Then, he excitedly said, "Lotheran, guess what I found!"

Instead of hearing his companions' voices, he heard Veris's ghostly voice and a sudden burst of healing magic: "I guess it's Lortheran's ruptured internal organs."

Lord Martin, trembling, stretched out a hand: "Help, help me... ah..."

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Author's Note: Martin: My life is about to end.

The Mysterious History of the Seven Secrets

The sea god and the god of love had a past relationship. After being punished by the gods, the god of love went into seclusion somewhere on the continent. While recuperating, he encountered Veris's biological father.

In the past, the god of love and the god of the sea should have been of the same rank, but the god of the sea was also punished by the gods, so when the god of love attacked, he did not control his strength and stabbed the other to death.

Poseidon remained silent and offered no resistance.

Cupid has loved many people, but he has only ever loved one.

But for Cupid, all of that is in the past.