Chapter 21 Those who drown are all good swimmers
“Puff, puff, puff!”
Faced with entanglement and squeezing from all directions, the Cyclops had his limbs tied up by spiritual water snakes and his body was torn apart.
However, although Polyphemus lacked magical talent, the divine blood from Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Thoosa, the sea nymph, gave him the protection of the ocean. The snakes transformed from sea water could only restrict his movements temporarily and could not cause him any effective harm.
Do you think you can drown the offspring of the sea god by dragging me into the water? How stupid!
Polyphemus, who was breathing freely in the water, tore off several water snakes in front of him with a grim smile. The single eye on his face was fixed on the figure that was rapidly rising in the sea like a fish.
"Damn rat, trying to run away!"
The Cyclops found his target again and exerted force suddenly. His huge body dragged many water snakes and pythons entangled with him. Like a ferocious sea beast covered with seaweed, he quickly emerged from the water chasing after the figure.
“Crash!”
Huge waves exploded on the sea surface, and the splashing sea water scattered around, forming a misty water mist.
At the moment Polyphemus emerged from the water, his one eye suddenly focused, and he immediately raised his right hand and firmly grasped the murderous intent hidden in the haze.
——A light bronze arrow was intercepted in front of his face.
"Little mouse, you can shoot such a soft arrow. Didn't you have any milk?"
The Cyclops laughed wildly and humiliated in a rough voice.
However, in mid-air, the "meal on the plate" holding a bronze longbow pointed somewhere faintly.
Polyphemus subconsciously followed the direction of Ron's finger and looked at the front end of the bronze arrow.
——An inconspicuous small pottery bottle was tied with fine silk and hung under the arrow.
——There seemed to be two Hermetic characters engraved on the bottle.
One of the circular logos represents the concealment of water; the other is a triangle with tiny dots of hot light shining between the textures.
In an instant, the disdain on the Cyclops' face suddenly froze and his pupils twitched sharply.
“Bang!”
At the same time, a crisp sound of finger snapping echoed.
The bronze arrow in his hand suddenly exploded, and streams of hot liquid splashed towards his face and eyes unexpectedly.
In an instant, the air was filled with the pungent stench of rotting flesh, and an intense burning sensation and piercing pain swept over, and the surroundings were utterly dark.
"Ahhhh! My eyes! My eyes!"
Polyphemus held his face with one hand and swept around with the other hand, letting out a shrill scream.
The nearby sea water splashed up large waves, pouring on the Cyclops' body, unfortunately causing secondary damage. It stung Polyphemus so much that his face was distorted in pain, and the string called reason in his brain was completely broken.
"Ahhhhh, kill you! Kill you!"
The Cyclops wailed miserably and uttered vicious curses.
"You stinky rat, I'm going to tear off your limbs... twist off your head... take out your internal organs... and then string them on a skewer... and let you die piece by piece!"
However, having lost his island, his throwing props, and his proud throwing skills, Polyphemus, floating in the sea, could only vent his anger in vain into the surrounding sea.
At this time, Loen, who had changed his position and retreated to a distant reef, watched the Cyclops go crazy quietly, with the color in his eyes sharp and calm.
Most creatures have a common problem: the more dangerous the situation, the more vigilant they become.
However, when they are in a safe area or in the field where they are good at, they will instinctively relax.
Therefore, what you think is your own advantage may very likely become a fatal factor.
This is what is called - those who drown are those who can swim.
Polyphemus obviously made the same mistake. His opponent was not a stupid and unresisting lamb, but a demigod who could think and use tools.
Fortunately, there were still a few bottles of poison prepared by Circe, which unexpectedly dealt a heavy blow to this old enemy, otherwise...
Loen looked at Polyphemus, who had been struggling on the sea for half an hour, still cursing and waving his hands, and couldn't help but be amazed at the length of the Cyclops's health bar.
But judging from the amplitude of his movements, the speed of his reactions, and the strength of his words, this old enemy floating in the sea was just a spent force and didn't have much strength left.
"Despicable... shameless... Kill you! Kill you!"
Polyphemus on the sea kept muttering, and a kind of sad and angry emotion overflowed between the lines.
As the Cyclops lost his sight and the poison entered his body, he was at a complete disadvantage. After he calmed down, he did consider escaping.
But the rat hiding in the dark would occasionally shoot sneak arrows and cast spells to hinder his actions; or it would send down a few Dragon Tooth Soldiers to create noise, making him suspicious and overwhelmed, leaving him no chance to retreat.
Therefore, Polyphemus could only let his vitality slip away and wait to be worn away to death bit by bit.
Finally, after struggling for another half an hour, the wounded Cyclops climbed up a reef and fell to the ground with a bang. His head buried in the sea water vaguely felt the approaching footsteps behind him through the surging waves.
However, at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.
Polyphemus turned his neck and head with difficulty, revealing a bloody face where one could almost see the white bones beneath the skin. A vicious curse emanated from the surviving tongue.
"Human bastard... kill me... Father God will definitely... not let you go! And... and... the bird-winged bitch who raised you... you all must die... you all must accompany me..."
"puff!"
The sharp blade entered the flesh, and the Cyclops' curse came to an abrupt end as his huge head was pierced by a bronze sword.
Then, the sword edge stirred, and under the violent impact of magic power, the entire head exploded instantly, and the golden-red divine blood poured into the sea, turning into strange bright colors.
"So much nonsense..."
Loen snorted coldly, shook off the blood on the sword blade, stretched his body habitually, and wanted to welcome the baptism of divinity.
However, after a moment, he could only open his eyes in disappointment and put the sword into the scabbard angrily.
As expected, the power of war was taken back the moment he was promoted to demigod, and this shortcut was blocked.
There is really no loophole left.
Loen's gaze passed over Polyphemus' headless corpse and turned to the "audience" who were standing by the reef, holding their cheeks and smiling in appreciation, and he snorted coldly.
"So, are you satisfied with this performance?"
"You are indeed much better than I expected."
Hecate admired sincerely, then raised her right hand and pointed to the sea in the distance, the upturned corners of her lips outlined a happy arc on her beautiful face.
"But it seems like you've got new troubles."
Loen's eyelids twitched, and he channeled his magic power into his eyes and looked into the distance.
Beneath the shimmering sea, twenty golden-blue shadows were rapidly approaching. Their upper bodies had the handsome appearance of humans, wearing gorgeous bronze armor and holding tridents, but their lower bodies had a pair of fish tails that allowed them to move quickly through the water.
Among them, there are three demigods, and the remaining seventeen are all at the peak gold level.
Luo En's heart was pounding and his face changed drastically.
——Atlantis Guards!
By the way, don’t you think all three options have pitfalls?
(End of this chapter)
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