The surging spiritual power surged on the sea surface, and the waves it created shook the ship violently.

The Fateful Monk held the Heart of Ares in one hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, and with his fingertips he picked out a few threads of cause and effect from the sky, 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, holding the straight knife with the golden "Seven" engraved on it in his palm.

He turned around and smiled at the two of them, "Once I'm done with things here, I'll go to Cangnan to find you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew up and rushed straight towards the body of Ares. Under the low sky, the ship gradually sailed 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 couldn't help but ask as she looked at the shadow in the distance.

"I don't know... Anyway, it's probably not something we can understand."

Zhen Xiaoyi sighed.

boom--!!!

In an instant, a brilliant golden light burst out from the sea behind the ship and rushed straight into the sky!

The devastating waves nearly capsized the ship. Everyone held on to the railing on the side of the ship and managed to steady themselves. When they looked back, they saw a golden ocean in the distance.

…

at the same time.

Olympus.

Thunderclouds rolled, and on the silent summit of the sacred mountain, Poseidon, the god of the sea, sat on a cracked golden throne, trident in hand, his eyes gazing in the direction of Daxia.

"It should be about time..." he muttered to himself.

"I have a feeling that things won't go so smoothly this time." Beside the Holy Throne, a figure shrouded in shadow spoke hoarsely.

"Why?"

"We dealt with those humans from Daxia seven or eight years ago... At that time, they also didn't have the protection of the Daxia God. They relied on a few human ceilings to survive us. Now that Daxia's combat power has soared, do you think they can be defeated so easily?"

Poseidon held his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"In that case, why do you let them cause trouble for Daxia?" he asked.

"Ares is Zeus's accomplice. After we joined forces to kill Zeus, although he stayed here for the glory of the Greek gods, he is no longer on the same page with us... It's a good thing to eliminate this kind of trouble."

"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 shadows, and he smiled grimly, "As for the other two, they have many tricks up their sleeves. Even if they are ambushed by those people from Daxia, they should be able to escape back."

“It is indeed a good choice to eliminate the threat through Daxia, but I must remind you that the Olympus today is no longer the Olympus of the past. Some of our twelve gods are dead, some are gone… Now, except for the few who went to Daxia, there are only you, me, and Apollo left.

We, the three main gods and a group of secondary gods, cannot defeat Daxia."

"We certainly 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 are both ancient civilizations like Daxia, and we are no worse than them in terms of foundation... When Zeus was seriously injured and dying, didn't Brahma, the creator god of the Temple of Heaven, still not leave Olympus?"

Poseidon frowned and said nothing.

“Besides, although Daxia is powerful now, they don’t have a supreme god in charge. You and I are in charge of the Origin of Olympus, and with this Golden Throne, it will only take two years for us to be promoted to the Supreme Realm.

Once a supreme being emerges among us, what good will it be even if Daxia has many ceilings?"

Poseidon's expression softened a little.

The trident in his hand trembled slightly, and a torch-shaped source of origin emerged in front of him. The burning power of the source was extremely vigorous, and seemed to contain an extremely huge power.

Poseidon was about to say something, when suddenly, the origin in his hand shook violently!

Threads of cause and effect extended from the void and suddenly locked onto the Origin in his hand. At the same time, a dazzling golden light burst out from within the Origin!

Poseidon froze in place.

boom--!!!

Golden light shot up from its source into the sky, like a beam of light going straight into the clouds. This scene immediately attracted the attention of all the Olympian gods.

"What happened? Why was the origin suddenly affected?" Hades' face changed and he asked immediately.

"I don't know...it wasn't me." Poseidon said in a deep voice.

"But there are only two of us here?"

"I told you, it has nothing to do with me!"

As the two were arguing, the golden light in the sky gradually dissipated, but the next moment, all the gods of Olympus were stunned.

I saw a golden horizontal line and a golden vertical line intersecting in the sky above the mountains, like an enormous cross, imprinted in the nothingness, covering the entire scope of the Kingdom of Olympus.

"What is this?" Hades looked up at the golden "ten" and asked in confusion.

Poseidon said nothing. He waved his hand, and the trident standing on the ground whizzed towards the sky, but passed through the center of the cross into nothingness.

"How is this possible..." Poseidon frowned and muttered to himself, as if he had thought of something.

Seeing that Poseidon's attack missed, Hades also launched an attack. A ball of dark air surged into the sky, trying to devour the golden mark. However, the mark not only did not change at all, but instead appeared on the surface of the black air, like light and shadow projected on a screen.

“What the hell??”

"Don't try... This thing is projected from our origin." Poseidon said slowly.

"Origin?" Hades turned his head and saw a faint golden light in the origin. "Why did the origin suddenly project this thing?"

"have no idea."

"Can you wipe that off?"

"It's useless. Unless we destroy the origin of Olympus ourselves, the golden mark will always exist."

"…Is this a mutation that occurred on the origin itself, or is it man-made?"

"I'm not sure, but the origin has always been in my hands, so the possibility of it being man-made should be low."

Hades took a deep look at the mark in the sky. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly: "In this case, let's observe it for a while..."

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