Chapter 81: There is a kind of beauty of brainstem loss (10,000 words completed)

Someone!

As the dizziness caused by the concussion hit Orion, his eyes went dark. He subconsciously covered his sore and bleeding nose and staggered.

Then, before he could react, a figure with long silver-white hair and wearing light armor of the Royal Guards rushed out from under the curtain behind the throne, grabbed his neck, and slammed him heavily onto the stone slab in the hall.

Looking at the son of Poseidon struggling on the ground in front of him, a man who had no martial ethics and launched a shameless sneak attack grinned.

"Guess what, since your grandfather guessed your purpose, why did he invite you to the palace alone?"

As he spoke, a petite purple figure emerged from the other side of the curtain, took Princess Ariadne's hand and gently comforted her, while looking at the son of Poseidon with contempt.

“I thought he was so awesome…”

And then, the three princes, who were supposed to deal with the follow-up at the coastal fortress, came out from the back door, took off the owl feathers that concealed their breath, and looked at their eldest nephew on the ground with gloomy faces.

At this moment, looking at the unfriendly eyes of his relatives, the Son of Poseidon, whose face had turned purple, tried hard to pry open the hand that was strangling his throat, and growled hoarsely.

"Kill me, and Keto will come and wipe out Crete immediately! The Father God will not let you go either!"

When the three princes heard this, they thought of the nightmarish light band and the tragic scene of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting. Their faces suddenly changed. They looked up at King Minos on the throne and spoke hesitantly.

“Father, father…”

Under the calls of his three sons and their earnest gazes, the old man who was watching coldly on the throne finally sighed and pondered slowly.

"Please stop first..."

Hearing this, Loen raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not say anything. He let go of Orion's neck, stood up and stepped aside.

Seeing the son of the sea god getting up from the ground safely, the three princes couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Princess Ariadne, standing aside, bit her lips tightly, her face looking somewhat pale.

Minos, sitting on the throne, saw the reactions of his children, and deep disappointment appeared in his eyes.

"Grandfather, I am sincerely thinking about you and Crete. I mean no offense!"

After successfully escaping from the predicament and realizing his current not-so-good situation, Orion immediately put on a simple and honest expression and gave earnest advice.

"It's been so long, don't you understand? In the world of gods, disrespecting the gods will not end well!"

The old man raised his head and looked at his grandson quietly, with undisguised disgust in his eyes.

"For your mother's sake, get out before I change my mind..."

"Grandfather! In seven days at most, Keto will come back! Even if the Minoans win once by chance, they can't win forever! Don't you really consider the future of Crete?"

Seeing that the old man on the throne was still unmoved, Orion suddenly became anxious, with a hint of threat in his tone.

Finally, King Minos, who could no longer bear it, became visibly gloomy on his face and burst into a hoarse roar.

"roll!"

In an instant, a stream of golden light burst out from the old body and hit Orion's chest like a heavy punch.

With a dull roar, the cannonball-like figure broke through the outer wall, smashing several stone pillars in the square along the way, and finally fell in front of the gate of the palace.

A full quarter of an hour later, Orion coughed up blood foam and climbed out of the deep pit in a panic, still shouting towards the palace without giving up.

"Grandfather, there are still seven days left. Please seriously consider my suggestion. I also..."

“Boom!”

The muffled thunder caused by the ether factor exploded in the palace. Upon seeing this, Orion's face changed immediately. He shrank his head, turned around and rushed to the outside of Knossos, cursing in his heart.

Damn it, this thing is almost dead, how come it still has so much energy?

Just wait, Father God, sooner or later I will be the master of Crete!

At this time, inside the hall, the upright golden figure gradually restrained his overflowing divinity and sat back on the throne.

The originally old body became even more hunched and decadent, as if it was about to die.

"Father……"

The three princes stammered and lowered their heads in shame.

"I'm fine, but the various city-states need to be appeased, and the damaged defenses need to be repaired. You still have a lot to do."

The old man waved his hand, his voice a little low.

"Please step back first..."

After hearing their father's instructions, the three princes immediately nodded and bowed before leaving the ruined hall.

When his sons disappeared from his sight, King Minos turned to look at Loen and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"Nothing."

Lorne shook his head slightly, his expression as calm as ever.

However, King Minos seemed not to hear and continued to mutter while patting his daughter's cold hands.

"I'm sorry, but Crete can't stand the turmoil right now. Everyone needs some time to catch their breath, including me. So, he can't die, at least not now..."

"I see."

"But don't worry, I left a mark on him with my divine power, so I'll let him live a few more days."

"Um……"

Loen listened to the sorrow of an old father, a king, and a weak man in those words, and responded softly until a dull snoring sounded from the throne.

"Father is asleep, I'll wake him up now!"

Princess Ariadne couldn't help but look panicked when she saw this.

The series of misfortunes and her brothers' attitudes have made her a little overwhelmed and extremely nervous.

However, Loen made a gesture of silence and shook his head slightly.

"He is too tired. Let him rest for a while. We still have enough time to react. I will come back tomorrow."

Hearing this reasonable response, Princess Ariadne couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

Just as she was about to walk down the stairs and order someone to take her father into the house to rest, her feet shook and she almost fell.

Little Medusa next to them was quick to help Princess Ariadne up and spoke first.

"Sister High Priest, you also need to rest. Why don't you let me stay here tonight?"

"But……"

"This is an order!"

Little Medusa picked up the goddess elephant emblem on her chest, tightened her face, and put on the style of a messenger of God.

In this regard, Princess Ariadne could only nod and accept God's will, feeling helpless but grateful.

After dealing with the godly high priest, little Medusa unceremoniously assigned the task to the only person she could trust.

"Luo En, it's not safe outside. Why don't you take him to our place to sleep? We can meet up tomorrow morning and discuss countermeasures."

"Okay..."

Loen thought about it, nodded slightly, and handed a metal bird feather that could resonate and transmit sound to the little Medusa who had made up her mind, and gave her serious instructions.

"If there is any movement, notify me immediately, don't try to be brave on your own!"

Little Medusa took the bird feather pendant and nodded obediently, then cast a barrier and blended her figure into the shadow of the hall.

After carefully checking outside several times, Lorne finally felt at ease to bring Princess Ariadne into the carriage, then drove the carriage to Hestia's mansion.

As if she was too tired, the high priestess tilted her head and fell asleep in the carriage before reaching the destination.

Loen thought about it and knocked on the door of the mansion.

Hestia, who had become a tool, carried the sleeping Princess Ariadne into the bedroom. After going downstairs, she stared at Lorne with a strange look on her face.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't move at all!"

Lorne raised his hands, unable to help but clarify for himself.

Hestia rolled her eyes at the man in front of her and snorted in annoyance.

"It's suspicious because it didn't move!"

“…”

Loen thought about the moral level of the gods, opened his mouth, and was speechless for a moment.

In order to avoid arguing about this awkward topic, he simply looked serious and spoke in a deep voice.

"Something happened to King Minos!"

After hearing the bad news, Hestia, who had been in a joking mood, became serious. She immediately locked the door and listened to the person's story.

"Bang!"

Half an hour later, Hestia slammed her fist on the table, looking indignant.

"Poseidon is going too far! And that Orion is no good either! Next time I see them, I will definitely beat them up!"

"We'll talk about whether to beat them up first, let's just get through this first."

Luo En pinched his sore brows, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and sighed.

"Looking at King Minos's appearance, he probably won't be able to hold out for much longer. Otherwise, he wouldn't let Orion go so easily."

"At worst, I can just stew that sea monster!" Hestia said bluntly, with an attitude of throwing away the whole thing.

"It's no use..."

Loen, who had already given up hope on the stove goddess's strategic abilities, bluntly explained the pros and cons and the reasons.

"The key now is no longer the beast tide. Even if you defeat Keto, Poseidon will have even more reason to intervene.

Once King Minos died, no matter which of the remaining princes succeeded to the throne, they might not have the determination to continue fighting against Poseidon and would surrender sooner or later.

Moreover, I don't think that they can defeat their nephew Orion who has the support of Poseidon.

By then, it is almost foreseeable that the Cretan kingship will change hands and the faith will change."

Without successors, one cannot support the whole country alone.

This is what really worries King Minos.

Then, Lorne looked at Hestia, who looked unwilling, and spoke again.

"The gods in heaven have never had a good temper. They haven't gotten out of this fight yet. I think it's because His Majesty the God King has restrained them. If you don't want to cause any trouble, I advise you to give up the idea of taking action."

"Yes, you guessed it right again!"

Hestia, whose thoughts were seen through, rolled her eyes in annoyance, and then looked towards the opposite side with some suspicion.

"By the way, when did you guess my identity?"

"The first day..."

"How is that possible! I hid it very well!"

"So, you didn't even change your name, and just used the short form of Hestia?"

“…”

Faced with the other party's somewhat contemptuous look, Hestia suddenly became speechless and once again experienced the frustration of having a low IQ.

But, probably I just accepted my fate.

The stove goddess didn't hesitate for a moment before she simply handed over the problem to the external brain in front of her.

"So what should we do now? Athena hasn't come back yet. We can't just watch her hard-earned home being taken away by someone else, right?"

"If you want to help, then come with me to the palace tomorrow. I hope you can find a way to help King Minos hold on for a few more days."

"It's ok for me to cook, but it's not ok for me to save people..."

"So, I can only try it first..."

The external brain in front of the table and the stove goddess with intermittently missing brain stem looked at each other, held up their chins, and sighed in unison.

"well……"

"well……"

I have reached 10,000 words. I'm sorry, I put too many drafts in reserve before. The daily updates are all written freshly. I didn't mean to hold back the plot. Please forgive me.

Also, thank you all for your suggestions. The look of Chapter 78 wasn’t very good, so I made some changes.

We have just reached the turning point in the middle. I will try my best to update and advance the plot as soon as possible. If nothing unexpected happens tomorrow, I will continue to write 10,000 words.

(End of this chapter)