Chapter 298: The Age of Gods Omnic Crisis
Underworld, Elysee Garden.
The two brothers, the god of death Thanatos and the god of sleep Hypnos, who were sitting under the pavilion, looked at the soul stones on the table that had turned black and frowned at each other.
"Failed..."
“But it worked.”
"What do you mean?"
"The more heavily the place is defended, the more likely it is that the Mother Goddess is imprisoned there."
Upon hearing this, the Grim Reaper could not help but nod slightly.
"That makes sense. It looks like we're on the right track."
"So next, should we tell Charon the news?"
The God of Sleep turned the teacup in his hand and asked his brother opposite him.
Like them, Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, is also a creation of the divinity of Nyx and regards Hecate, the queen of Hell, as his mother goddess.
"Forget it. That guy is too greedy and doesn't handle things rigorously. If he knows too much, it will only cause trouble."
Death waved his hand, rejecting his brother's proposal.
The God of Sleep rubbed his sore eyebrows and felt a little headache.
"But we need as many reliable helpers as possible."
"Ask Moji to pull them over."
The Grim Reaper gave a new plan in a deep voice, his eyes flickering faintly.
The three goddesses of vengeance who guard Tartarus are new gods brought into the underworld by the mother goddess Hecate herself. Their relationship is simple, and they are also marked with the mother goddess's seal, so they should be obedient.
After all, as subordinate gods of the Mother Goddess, if something unexpected happens to the Mother Goddess, their own strength and power will also be damaged.
The God of Sleep nodded and agreed to this plan. Then his eyes flashed and he looked into the depths of the Elysee Garden.
"What about them?"
"I advise you not to set your sights on them. Now that the Mother Goddess is not here, they have absorbed a lot of divinity and power after their brief liberation last time, and the seal is no longer secure. Compared to those targets on earth, they are more dangerous!"
Death spoke in a cold voice, his face serious.
Seeing his brother so determined, the God of Sleep had to give up the idea.
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The Sea of Oceanus.
Deep beneath the water, Poseidon, the king of the sea, sat in the temple, frowning and asking.
"Failed?"
"Please punish me, Father God."
Prince Triton was half-kneeling in the hall, looking ashamed.
Poseidon waved his hand, somewhat unconcerned.
"Forget it. I was just testing the waters. I didn't expect those pawns to bring back any useful information."
"I have let you down, Father..."
When the mermaid prince heard this, his cheeks turned red and he buried his head deeper.
Ever since the Battle of Crete, the Poseidon family has become a laughing stock.
The former kingdom sank into the deep sea, and its glory was gone; his people were deeply cursed and turned into bloodthirsty monsters.
As the prince of Atlantis and the successor of the Sea of Oceanus, Triton felt deeply ashamed.
But the more he tried to prove himself, the more counterproductive the result became, and this time he even lost a lot of the remaining sober members of the tribe.
Perhaps, I am really not qualified to be the new king of the ocean, nor am I qualified to rule them.
Looking at his son's dejected face, Poseidon stood up and snorted.
"Stand up! We haven't lost yet!"
"Father God, do you think we still have a chance?"
Triton asked with a wry smile, his eyes devoid of fighting spirit.
Hearing that even his closest son began to question him, Poseidon was silent for a long time, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and it seemed that he had finally made up his mind.
"Come with me."
As he spoke, the Sea King waved his trident to activate the magic circle in the center of the temple, and stepped into it with his son.
After a flash of light, Triton found himself on an unknown floating island. Silver-white light flew from all directions and hovered in front of them.
They were metal spheres wrapped by several silver-white sharp blades, with a scarlet gem shaped like an eyeball inlaid inside. A faint red light shone from the gem, shining on the two people on the island.
Under Triton's confused gaze, Poseidon took a step forward and was illuminated by the red light.
After a moment, a cold voice came from the surrounding silver-white metal sphere.
"Ding, identity verification completed, level one authorization, entry allowed."
At the same time, the surrounding blue sea and blue sky rippled like water waves, and the whole world in front of me seemed to be torn open by a veil, revealing the "truth" behind it.
Triton looked up, with an expression of indescribable amazement in his eyes.
Ten silver-white islands form a huge metal ring, floating quietly on the water.
In the gaps between the islands stands a bronze statue about 100 meters tall holding a trident, like a giant guarding the gate.
The inner area, which is similar to the land, is vast, with buildings arranged in concentric circles, separated from each other by ships and metal gates. As you go deeper into the center, identity restrictions become increasingly strict.
The inner circle of the ring is the most important temples and reserves. The modular urban buildings from the inside to the outside and the staggered streets show the beauty of neatness and order. The gilded domes make harmonious sounds due to the different wind speeds and temperatures.
What is even more incredible is that above the inner circle of the building complex, a majestic mountain is suspended in the misty clouds and bright starlight. The city above is looming, and the criss-crossing corridors are gorgeous and elegant, exuding a metallic texture.
"This is……"
"Poseidonia, or simply Poseidon City, was secretly built by me and is a concentrated embodiment of Atlantis culture, art, and craftsmanship."
"It's so spectacular. This mountain seems to be floating among the sea of clouds and stars..."
"That's right, so it also has another nickname [Interstellar City Mountain Range] - Olympus!"
Poseidon looked up at the miraculous building and proudly introduced it to his son.
After hearing his father's answer, Triton noticed that the metal mountain range in front of him seemed quite similar to Mount Olympus in his memory.
Obviously, his father god has always wanted to replace Zeus and become the master of Olympus and even the entire world!
But how did he accomplish such a magnificent project? Why does almost no one know about it?
With deep doubts in his heart, Triton followed in his father Poseidon's footsteps and stepped onto this metallic land.
At the same time, soldiers wearing gold, white and red armor and holding metal swords and shields poured out from the streets and lined up to welcome the landing of Poseidon and his son.
These things seemed to have no breath of life, but the ether fluctuations emanating from them were solemn and surging, and they had a power close to that of a demigod!
Triton looked around and made a rough estimate, and found that there were at least hundreds of them. He was immediately shocked.
"Father God, what is going on?"
Poseidon looked back at his son and asked leisurely.
"Let me ask you: Do you know where the technology and culture of Atlantis came from?"
Triton answered this easy question without thinking.
"Yes, it is a product of the Bronze Age! You led your people to discover the technology of the Bronze Age and used it to establish the brilliant civilization of Atlantis."
Poseidon nodded and continued to ask.
"Then do you know why the Bronze Age was destroyed?"
"Because those giants were ignorant, cruel and aggressive, they eventually angered the gods."
Triton continued to answer, as if it were a textbook standard.
However, Poseidon did not comment. He stood up and took his son to the top of the mountain range in the interstellar city. Holding the trident, he walked slowly to the center of the altar and recited the words of God silently.
In an instant, thousands of stars fell, and a vast corridor formed by this silver light rose from the great altar and spread to the scattered starry sky.
Poseidon climbed up the silver light-shaped spiral staircase and strolled among the stars.
To the end of the galaxy, a silver vortex rotates endlessly, extending out thousands of spiral arms. In the center of the starlight vortex, there is a silver-white metal engine about a hundred meters high, with its shell engraved with unknown and dense spells and the principles of technological creation. It beats like a heart.
At this moment, Poseidon stepped forward, placed his hand on the silver-white metal engine, and spoke slowly.
"The real answer is that they not only developed their own civilization, but also created their own gods based on the gods!"
In an instant, niches with light patterns along the way rose from the galaxy, and twelve giant mechanical gods of different shapes were lined up on both sides, standing tall!
(End of this chapter)
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