Chapter 138 Poseidon: I am not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense!
"Didn't you say that we should make peace and open up a shipping lane? We trusted you so much!"
Hearing this, the old man of the sea flushed his cheeks, wrapped his hands in soft ocean foam, and hurriedly parried.
It has to be said that as a good guy, Nereus still had some dignity. Because of the shame in his heart, he basically just defended and did not attack. A dignified ancient god was actually suppressed and beaten by a newly promoted subordinate god, and he even refused the help from other gods.
So, all the remaining pressure came to the city of Knossos.
As noble golden humans, the Atlanteans were not in a hurry to take to the battlefield themselves. Instead, they drove their vassals who were subservient to them, or the giants and heroes who belonged to the ocean gods, to launch the first round of attacks.
In Homer's epic, Laestrigones, the leader of the tribe of cannibal giants and the son of Poseidon, brandished a huge club and led his burly and deformed humanoid monsters to charge forward with roars.
Two giants named Artes and Otus, sons of Poseidon and the mortal Iphimedia, born in Aros (northern Greece) in Phosiotis, picked up stones and threw them at the city wall.
Antaeus, the king of Libya, the son of Poseidon and Gaia, grinned with excitement. He liked to force travelers he met to wrestle with him and use the loser's head as the roof of his father Poseidon's temple. At this moment, he set his sights on a brave and heroic guard of the gods.
Coirilus, the barbarian king of Eleusis in southern Attica, the son of Poseidon and the daughter of Amphitryon, raised his great axe and joined the battle to the frenzied rhythm of the shield dance.
Some of his tribesmen and descendants rode on the backs of bulls and played short war songs with double flutes; some carried weapons made of ohari steel, marched frantically, and shouted excitedly for the upcoming slaughter; some rode on the lion of Migdonian, holding the reins in their hands; some simply pulled the lion's shaggy mane and fought with the opponents from Crete...
From afar, the Atlanteans, who were the genuine and legitimate troops, had not yet appeared, but their vassals and the bizarre descendants of Poseidon, the god of the sea, had already densely packed together, almost like a colony of ants that had discovered their prey, covering the entire sea surface.
One has to admit that Poseidon has too many children, and the family connections are even more outrageous. From regions to specific city-states, apart from the vague father of a god and a father of a human, Zeus seems to be more normal. In various versions of records, the nymph lovers directly or indirectly mentioned by Poseidon are really...
According to a rough estimate, Poseidon had 40 to 60 wives and lovers, and 100 to 120 children.
Moreover, this is only the existence of names and genealogies that are explicitly mentioned in mythology.
As for wild lovers and offspring, they are even more difficult to count.
But even so, King Minos and his soldiers remained fearless.
The old king raised his head and drank a mouthful of the best wine of the year, and took advantage of the wine to fight with the fierce-looking giants;
The Minotaur, a monster with a bull's head and a human body and horns on his head and an iron helmet, no longer suppressed his evil nature, and rushed around in a frenzy with a huge axe in hand;
The elite God's Blood Guards and the ordinary soldiers who relied on their courage stood side by side and pushed back the barbarians and sea beasts that rushed to the top of the city again and again.
Flocks of dancing owls flew out of the temple, swooping down and attacking the seals surrounding them and the dolphins that served as enemy vehicles with their sharp claws...
Between the water and the sky, war clouds rolled in, shouts of killing shook the heavens, and the battle between the two civilizations intensified...
The thin defense line on the top of the city of Knossos seemed like a layer of window paper that could be pierced with a finger, but after shaking several times, it miraculously stabilized and forced the monsters that had already gained the upper hand back into the ocean.
The people around him died one by one, and King Minos, who was gradually left alone, once again struck the ground with the golden scepter in his hand, sending out a tragic and heroic sonata of fighting to the death.
“Buzz!”
At this moment, on the edge of the battlefield.
Loen, who was fighting fiercely with Nereus, heard the agreed signal, turned around and looked at the top of the city where there were few people. His eyes flashed, and the moment the old man in the sea waved his hand, he went to meet him without leaving a trace.
“Bang~!”
Accompanied by a dull roar, the figure that suffered a "heavy blow" fell obliquely into the sea.
Suddenly, Nereus was stunned and looked at his arm in surprise.
He seemed to be holding back some strength.
At this moment, as soon as Loen entered the water, he swam with a clear goal towards the deserted island called Santorini not far away.
The protection of the azure ocean divine power made him feel like a fish in water, and he rushed to the root of the island in the blink of an eye.
Pushing aside the tangled and floating seaweed, dense and intricate divine patterns were engraved deeply into the rock strata, connecting to form a huge magic array.
Then, let me play this elegy myself!
Loen's eyes were cold as he placed his hand on the center of the array base. The dark blue ocean divinity gushed out from his body, completely activating this huge magic array.
In an instant, a beam of faint blue light shot up into the sky, causing the entire ritual to resonate, and Santorini, the core, shook violently.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, accompanied by a deafening roar, the long-dormant Santorini volcano on the island suddenly erupted, and dark red magma gushed out from the cracks, instantly filling the entire island.
Thick volcanic ash was thrown high in all directions by the fierce sea breeze. This was one of the most violent volcanic eruptions in human history. The spewed out volcanic ash covered a large area of the sky and blocked the sunlight.
Not only were the species on the island buried under thick volcanic ash almost instantly, but the aftermath quickly spread to the coastal islands, with Crete, not far away, being the first to be hit.
The Atlantis vassal troops who had just landed on the shore were all unsteady on their feet.
At the same time, the entire seabed made a dull sound.
A huge tsunami caused by a volcanic eruption came rapidly, with waves as high as a hundred meters.
The raging waves mixed with pure ocean divinity rolled southward, and the moment they landed on Crete, they destroyed the cities and villages along the way, and moved towards the city of Knossos in an unstoppable manner.
“Wow!”
Under this tremendous power that came from the combination of divinity and natural disasters, a group of barbarians who served as the vanguard were swallowed up by the huge waves.
Even the city of Knossos, which was considered unbreakable by the Atlanteans, collapsed in an instant.
The entire island of Crete turned into a vast ocean.
Prince Triton, who was the vanguard, looked stunned and gloomy at this moment.
——He clearly remembered that his father had said that he wanted to obtain the entire island of Crete...
However, before he could raise any questions, the Atlanteans saw that the solid wall before them was completely torn apart by the power from the sea, and they could not help but cheer excitedly and loudly praise the name of the King of the Sea.
"Ποσειδν!"
"Ποσειδν!"
"Ποσειδν!"
Their main god controls storms, raging waves and earthquakes. He is extremely powerful and noble. He once again led the Atlanteans to the glory of victory!
(End of this chapter)
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