077. Engraving
At this time, Medusa finally stopped. Her eyes swept across the golden throne of the God King in front of her, but her expression was calm.
At that moment, whether it was the world or the throne belonging to the God-King, it seemed as if almost everything was under Medusa's control.
Athena in the distance clenched her teeth, her expression filled with pain and hatred.
——All this time, he never took the tiny Medusa seriously, but he never thought that such a mortal could overthrow the entire Olympian clan by himself!
What role did all the things he had despised in the past play in this mysterious world, causing these things that no god could imagine to happen?
Is it the power of hope or those insignificant human beliefs, or both?
Athena was almost certain that Medusa was aiming for the position of King of Gods. At least no god would dare to swear that he had no desire for this position, especially... when she clearly had the opportunity.
But even if she was angry and afraid, what could Athena do?
The once supreme god of wisdom and war had now lost all his strength to resist and could only wait in humiliation for everything to happen.
Faced with this scene, Perseus actually had a similar guess in his mind, but completely different from Athena, he knew very well how much pain Medusa had experienced to get to where she is today, and he knew what she had paid.
He even sincerely hoped that the girl who loved Faith would soon ascend to the supreme throne, because only Medusa was worthy of this position and she deserved the best.
As for Perseus, he didn't know that in the eyes of those gods, he was like Medusa's sharp blade and lackey, but even if he knew, he didn't care at all. On the contrary, he was willing.
If only Medusa allowed him to stay by her side forever.
However, to the surprise of everyone or gods present, Medusa suddenly stopped in front of such a throne that no one could resist the temptation, and looked at the empty throne from afar.
Finally, she moved.
Suddenly, Medusa used her own strength to condense into a powerful weapon. Her slender body was extremely straight. She raised her hands high and swung them towards the throne without hesitation. Amidst the loud bang, the symbol of the throne of the God King first began to crack slightly, and then the crack spread rapidly. With a loud bang, it shattered in an instant.
"No, no—" Athena used her last bit of strength to scream at Medusa in disbelief, "What on earth do you want to do?!"
The throne that all gods longed for was easily destroyed by an ignorant mortal who happened to possess great power!
So what was she doing all this for?
Is it just for destruction?
...He's simply a lunatic!
But the madman turned around, his beautiful dark purple eyes calmly glancing over everything before him. Athena fell silent under his gaze, and she only raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but the answer in her words shuddered, "I want you to disappear, that's all."
“……?!”
Medusa walked slowly towards Athena. Even though everything was over and had changed, she couldn't help but reveal a hint of sadness in her words when she thought of everything she had experienced and witnessed.
Her lips and tongue were soft and rosy, but every word she spoke was so firm.
"This world doesn't need hypocritical yet powerful gods, let alone the so-called God Kings."
Athena looked off into the distance absentmindedly, muttering, "No, we are the gods who bring blessings to time..."
Medusa continued calmly.
"—On the contrary, you have brought disaster and suffering to mankind and turned a blind eye to it all. Without you, the world would be a better place."
He raised his eyes and stared at Medusa, but could not find any excuse to refute.
"But don't worry...I won't really kill you."
"Time will cause you to gradually decay and disappear. I think this may be the best ending for you."
As the goddess of wisdom, Athena quickly realized what Medusa wanted to do. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, and the expression on her face changed rapidly. When she realized that there was no way out, Athena's body leaned weakly against the crumbling pillar, and her despair turned into a dead silence.
Medusa had no intention of caring about Athena's mood at the moment, but turned her gaze to Poseidon, the god of the sea, who was behind her. He was the tormented god who had brought her disaster. He was obviously frightened and distressed by what was happening at the moment. However, when Medusa looked at him, Poseidon still felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
He knew clearly that there was no possibility between them, but it was like an automatic reaction of the body, which made a god in love unable to help but have fantasies.
However, when their eyes met, Poseidon's heart sank rapidly.
Medusa looked at him as if she were a dead person, walking slowly towards him. Every step seemed to strangle him, yet each step was invisible. He felt as if his whole body was imprisoned tightly. Under such a gap in gaze and power, Poseidon could not move.
Inexplicably, in his increasingly blurred vision, Poseidon fell into a trance.
Looking at the outline of Medusa at this moment, He couldn't help but recall how he looked when he first saw Medusa. At that time, she was clear and pure, raw and seductive. He clearly loved such a beautiful Medusa, but chose to stain everything with dirty mud with his own hands, enjoying the pleasure of taking everything for himself and defiled it.
But now, Medusa's soul is still clear and pure, but she is no longer the same person she used to be. She has become strong and hot, becoming a fascinating yet dangerous and deadly poison.
Poseidon should have been proud and elated; this was his masterpiece!
But... He could no longer draw even a trace of happiness from it as before, but felt deep regret, because all this was like retribution, and it was finally his turn to swallow the bitter fruit of sweetness.
Every step Medusa took towards Poseidon seemed to take up a great deal of her energy. As she looked at the familiar body, her hatred grew stronger, her chest rose and fell more violently, and her heavy breathing sounded like silent sobs for everything she had experienced in the past.
But now, it's all coming to an end.
"Go ahead... Kill me with your own hands!"
Suddenly, Poseidon laughed loudly, with indescribable madness on his handsome face.
At this moment, he looked at Medusa in front of him with almost greed, not caring at all that she might come to end his life.
Yes, Medusa is such a woman. She has been untamed and resolute from beginning to end. Poseidon has never tamed her. It was only herself who was tamed.
But this strong hatred exactly fulfilled Poseidon's wish. He knew that Medusa would never forgive him. In this case, he might as well let her remember it forever in a profound and tragic way.
Remember that there was once such a god who completely and madly possessed her, turning her from an ignorant girl into a gorgeous and powerful woman, and her fate was deeply bound to it from then on.
He wanted her to be forever entangled in the memories between them and never be able to get rid of the mark he left behind!
Poseidon raised his head with confidence, deciding to die happily at the hands of Medusa.
But the next second, Poseidon, the god of the sea, only noticed a golden light flashing before his eyes. He felt something was wrong, and then unbearable pain suddenly tore his body apart, as if it was going to split him completely in half.
“No…no!”
Contrary to his wishes, Poseidon wailed in pain, cold sweat appeared on his forehead due to the severe pain, and he looked at the ruthless woman in front of him in disbelief.
Her beautiful face had become very blurred at this time, but it was deeply engraved in Poseidon's heart like a blade. However, he clearly saw the bloodstains winding down on her weapon, which were his own bloodstains.
"Medusa..."
Chilled all over, he weakly called out Medusa's name, feeling his warmth and even strength rapidly fading away. However, Poseidon could only reluctantly stretch out his trembling hand towards the corner of her clothes, craving for her possible remaining mercy and love.
"My Medusa—"
However, the gentle silhouette before him was blocked by another male figure, destroying his last hope.
"No, Poseidon… you're mistaken."
"Medusa has never been yours, nor anyone else's."
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