Chapter 351 Father, your daughter is here to fulfill her filial duty! (Two chapters, 6.5k in total)
“Whoosh!”
Just as the Demon Ancestor Difeng was about to come ashore with the typhoon and raging waves, a pitch-black spear made of dead branches flew out from the God of War Mountain, cut through the sky, fell to the sea, and pierced into the chest of the hundred-headed dragon at lightning speed.
"puff!"
With a dull piercing sound, the dead branch spear burned fiercely, and the red and black flames formed the shadow of a large palm tree. The destructive power from a small world of the Age of Gods surged, roasting Typhon's scales until they were charred and cracked, and his skin and flesh squeaked.
After being struck by this blow, the Demon Ancestor's hundred heads let out painful roars, and his huge body stumbled backwards, stumbling into the deep waters of the Oceanus Sea, barely extinguishing the flames on his body with the help of the endless flow of sea water.
Damn thing!
Typhon looked at the dead branch spear on his chest, whose power had been temporarily suppressed. His pupils were filled with resentment. He immediately raised his dragon claws to grab the artifact that had caused him so much trouble, wanting to destroy it completely.
"Buzz~~"
However, with a clear and pleasing sound, as if sensing danger, the withered branch spear automatically withdrew from Typhon's chest, transformed into a red and black stream of light, and fell into an empty white hand.
Waves of roars echoed in the sky, and a huge silver dragon with a length of one hundred meters folded its wings and landed on the coastal wall built along the Peloponnese Peninsula. A silver-haired main god wearing silver armor and holding the Spear of Nation-building jumped off the dragon's back and sneered at his old enemy, with whom he had fought several times in the Sea of Oceanus.
"You are really restless, Typhon..."
"You again? And this bastard is actually still alive!"
Typhon looked at the man and the dragon present and snorted coldly with gritted teeth.
After being nourished with a large amount of elixir of immortality and drops of the Holy Grail, Ladon, who had barely grown back into his body, immediately glared with his snake eyes and retorted.
"How dare I die before I kill you according to Greek tradition, Father?"
"Then you can try it!"
Without further ado, Typhon mobilized his own power and typhoons accompanied by overwhelming tsunamis swept towards the entire Peloponnese Peninsula.
"Be careful. Typhon can constantly repair himself in the sea, and it is almost impossible to kill him. Moreover, the divine reaction in the core area of the typhoon is constantly increasing. It seems that if you don't find a way to stop it, the aftermath of the tsunami will at least destroy an area of more than a thousand miles along the Peloponnese Peninsula. He may want to use the advantage of the terrain to force you to take action and continuously consume your divine power!"
Ladon looked seriously at the Sea of Oceanus, which was covered with dense clouds and fog rising and gathering, and reminded Lorne in front of him.
The Demon Ancestor Typhon is the embodiment of the "typhoon" deity, a symbol of terror and disaster, and is endowed with the power to control storms and tsunamis.
Moreover, this old fellow not only grew muscles, but also grew brains, and became a sinister and cunning person.
So, when they saw Lorne and her coming, they immediately retreated into the Sea of Oceanus, preparing for a war of attrition.
"I offer this sacrifice with poetry and wine, so that my cup of happiness may overflow..."
While chanting solemnly, Loen raised the golden holy grail filled with divine fluid and poured it onto the ground.
A curtain wall emitting golden light rises from the ground along the coast of the Peloponnese Peninsula, keeping the surging tsunamis out time and time again.
But as Ladon said, typhoons are brewing on the sea and tsunamis are advancing, with no signs of stopping.
The golden curtain wall built with Loen's own divinity gradually began to flicker and became shaky.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown and felt a headache.
The civilization of the Greek world tends to be more of a maritime civilization. City-states such as Crete, Sparta, Athens, and Mycenae, which preserve the essence of humanity, were mostly built by the sea.
Among them, Crete, which suffered the first disaster, had already been destroyed in the war with the Atlanteans; Sparta was relatively advanced on the Peloponnese Peninsula, followed by Thessaly and Athens. These city-states were basically close to estuaries and densely populated coastal areas, which were all covered by tsunamis.
Moreover, the narrow and winding coastline would be difficult to take care of once a war broke out, even if all the main gods of Olympus joined the battle.
After all, it’s not like they only have one or two holy places that need taking care of.
After roughly estimating the time, Loen looked back at the shadowy outline of the city behind him, and bent his fingers to outline the resonance spell connecting to the God of War Mountain.
"How's it going over there?"
Athena's voice came from the magic circle: "The news has spread. The city-states along the route are opening their gates and urgently collecting the population of villages and towns. The people who need to be evacuated in the city have also begun to gather at the large altars in various places. There is the power of the main god protecting there, so it should not be so easy to break through."
Then, Athena paused and continued to ponder.
"In addition, we have given warnings before, and the main gods of the city-states have made some preparations. They are currently mobilizing all the forces in the city to urgently build coastal defense lines and engrave magic array diagrams to prevent the tsunami from landing."
"That's good."
Luo En breathed a sigh of relief, his brows slightly relaxed.
Facing a god-king-level enemy like Typhon, he must give it his all, and by then he might not be able to take care of the human city-states on the Peloponnese Peninsula.
Even without Typhon specifically targeting them, the aftermath of the battle between the two sides would be a huge catastrophe for those humans.
Therefore, he must make sure the Olympian gods and human city-states behind him are ready before he can act with confidence.
However, Athens was able to mobilize the enthusiasm of the city-states along the route so quickly that almost all the city-states in the Peloponnese obeyed Ares' orders and forced the main gods of each city-state to come out to assist. This was enough to prove that the cultural victory strategy formulated by him and Athens had worked.
Of course, the fact that Typhon, the ancestor of demons, almost conquered Olympus alone in the past is still powerful is also an important reason.
Nowadays, anyone who is not blind can see the huge waves on the Sea of Oceanus. Few gods are willing to lose their place of faith, and not many humans despise their own long life.
Therefore, under the dual influence of oracles and crises, the evacuation of the entire Peloponnese Peninsula is proceeding in an orderly manner.
To be on the safe side, Loen thought for a moment and reminded Athena in a deep voice.
"When necessary, open the sanctuary and allow the refugees to evacuate to Athens."
Compared with Apollo's Sparta and Aphrodite's Cyprus, which are closer to the Sea of Oceanus, Athens is almost on the flank of the middle section of the Peloponnese Peninsula, surrounded by several layers of island arc chains that can effectively divide huge waves and reduce the intensity of tsunamis. It also has an extremely tight defense system.
At the same time, after a long period of slow development, Athens was the leader among all city-states in terms of the number of gods and heroes.
In the face of uncontrollable disasters, the safest approach is to relocate the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled who may easily drag down the situation to the rear to protect the manpower.
"Don't worry, we're already doing it!"
As Athena responded in a deep voice, a brilliant beam of light shot up into the sky from above the great altar of the Acropolis, lighting up the stars.
At the same time, Dionysians walked around in remote villages that had not received the news, calling out and setting up temporary altars.
One by one, golden-red blood beads emitting the aroma of wine were placed on the high platform, madly absorbing the magical factors around them and absorbing the surrounding soil and rocks, solidifying them into a giant arch about a hundred meters high and more than ten feet in diameter.
As the arch was completed, blood beads spread out and formed Hermetic lines that were carved on both sides of the door frame. Green vines broke through the ground and entwined around the door frame.
Inside the hollow door, a silver-grey wavy light film gradually formed. Inside, one could vaguely see a vast empty valley, a large group of soldiers on guard and guiding, and a group of tents and camps taking shape.
When the light pattern stabilized, white pigeons in the shape of light flew out from the hollow stone gate, chirping and conveying God's will.
The evacuees who had overcome their fear in front of the stone gate mustered up their courage and stepped into the gate one after another. In a blink of an eye, they found themselves in the area behind the gate.
Looking ahead, the majestic Areopagus and the Acropolis of Athens stand tall, and the fragrance of the soil and grass underfoot seems so unreal.
However, there was no time to appreciate and visit. As soon as the migrants walked out of the stone gate, they were half driven and half led by the Athenian soldiers along the way into the camp for refuge.
In just over ten minutes, the originally empty and quiet valley became noisy and bustling.
Ordinary humans, without divine powers or talents, stepped into this temporary shelter that was like a paradise with their families. With their hearts finally at ease, they knelt on the ground excitedly, kissing the green grass under their feet.
Thanks to the mercy of the Shepherd, they, the ants in this world, were not abandoned.
"Because our God loves all people, He is connected to us by blood, and is our kin..."
The Dionysians walking among the crowd distributed supply packages and calming sweet wine to the people who migrated here, while chanting the teachings of their own god.
After receiving food and tents, the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled from various remote villages felt inexplicably at ease, and seemed to have a deeper understanding of this declaration.
——Wine is the blood of God. Drinking this cup represents establishing a connection with the merciful deity.
——From now on, our blood is thicker than water, we are connected by blood!
At this moment, Lorne, who was blocking tsunamis and typhoons along the Sea of Oceanus, seemed to hear countless prayers and praises from the unknown. The golden power of faith like a river turned into divine liquid and poured into his mental world, quickly replenishing his consumed divine power and divinity.
At the same time, the golden curtain wall cast by the Holy Grail also reached its limit and was eventually shattered under the continuous destruction of typhoons and waves.
"The timing is just right..."
Loen murmured something, pulled out the Spear of Nation-building from the ground, and stared at the Demon Ancestor Typhon in the storm and huge waves.
Of course, the evacuation of personnel and the establishment of a new defense system could not be delayed forever. He gave each city-state about three hours to prepare. Those who failed to enter the shelters after this time limit could only wish for the best.
Then, next, it’s time to have a good emotional exchange with this Demon Ancestor.
Loen's eyes flashed, and he jumped onto Ladon's back, riding the son of Typhon who came to pay his respects to his father, and rushed into the raging waves and storm.
Seeing the old enemy coming straight towards him, Typhon growled and stepped forward to fight, his vertical pupils flashing a cunning and sinister cold light.
The plan was successful!
Meanwhile, Thessaly.
“Boom——!”
A familiar rumbling sound was heard, and thousands of giants crawled out from the dark cracks, standing on the earth and casting a terrifying shadow on this human city.
The one who commands these giants is none other than the Titan King Kronos, who has a crown-like halo on his head!
Seeing the suffocating monsters appear before his eyes, King Admetus looked at the few scattered heroes around him and felt hopeless.
Now, it’s over!
(End of this chapter)
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