Poseidon's domain is already the last barrier of the "Gods" of Olympus.
The ancient Greek gods who once stood high above and shrouded the entire Mediterranean region with power and ruled thousands of city-states for generations finally ushered in their doomsday. They were once proud and confident, looking at the weak and short-lived empires of human beings. They rise up and perish one by one. They laugh at these indigenous creatures whose average life span is only thirty or forty years, laugh at their life and death, laugh at their weakness and perishability, and firmly believe that creatures like themselves, who are born extremely powerful, have the power to be conquered. Crowned with the qualifications of gods, they firmly believe that their rule will be unshakable and even eternal—but today, the "gods" will finally realize one thing, that is, they are far from being eternal, they are just more powerful than ordinary people. A little bit stronger, and their dynasty only existed for a few thousand years longer than the short-lived kingdom of mortals.
The days of sitting high on the clouds and accepting worship from mortals turned out to be nothing more than a fantasy that lasted several years ago.
The Holy Order of the demon hunters assembled around the Temple of Poseidon. The powerful magic of the war level bombarded the energy barrier above the temple non-stop, and the hot holy flames also flowed through the rock formations, slowly but firmly The speed of movement melted the alloy protective shell at the base of the temple. The witcher had made a charge about three hours earlier, which was still held back, but it was clear to both sides that the outcome of this battle was sealed.
The large barrier supported by the Olympus gods gathering the power of the whole family and all the remaining energy of the entire "Sacred Mountain" is indeed quite strong, and it can even be said to be the most powerful energy shield they have ever created since they ruled this world. However, this powerful shield is a source of water after all, and without replenishment and rest, its shattering will only happen sooner or later. Seeing the shield constantly flashing above the temple, and the silver-white light spots falling on the shield like a meteor shower, every Olympian god knew very well that the end had come—it was just delayed a little bit.
The demon hunters are also very aware of this point. They know that victory is in their hands. No matter how long the prey hide in the temple, they will eventually die. Therefore, they did not organize any strong attacks, but continued to use war magic to consume the temple. Protection, use this foolproof method to destroy the prey's will to resist bit by bit—perhaps before the barrier is completely destroyed, the prey in the temple will voluntarily run out and commit suicide because they cannot bear the pressure.
Anyway, this kind of thing didn't happen.
On the upper level of the Temple of Poseidon, a half-moon-shaped domed hall is the final command center of the gods of Olympus. The living gods and demi-god heroes gather here, making this richly decorated, once used as a banquet hall. The lobby seemed extremely crowded. However, so many gods and demigod heroes gathered together without any discussion or consultation. An atmosphere of death-like silence enveloped the entire hall. Under the suppression of this atmosphere, no one was willing to speak.
There is a slightly empty place in the center of the half-moon-shaped hall. Those who are qualified to sit in this seat are all pure-blood gods with a height of about four meters. Their stalwart figures were once a symbol of the power of Mount Olympus, and they can bring The clansmen and servants had endless confidence and hope, but now these giants all lowered their heads, and their dejected performance made them no different from those anxious "mortals".
Among them, there is a large light golden bed, on which lies a middle-aged giant in a golden robe. He has long white hair and a beard, and his eyes are dancing like two balls of lightning, even though he is dying. At the time, that face still carried three points of majesty.
In his heart, he could clearly see a fist-sized penetrating wound. The pale golden thunder power and the silver-white holy flame danced in the wound, and they were still fighting for control of the wound until now. The giant's heart has been destroyed, but the magic power is still keeping him alive. Blood gushes out from his broken blood vessel, and then writhes in the air as if alive, and is injected into another broken blood vessel: just rely on In such an unbelievable way, Zeus has been forced to survive for days.
Yes, he is Zeus, the "king of the gods" in ancient Greece.
"Let me... take a look at the situation outside." He said in a low voice.
Beside the bed, a giant with curly beard and hair like sea waves nodded. He picked up his trident from the side, and shook it three times against the dome above, and the dome made of rocks immediately emitted rushing water. The sound turned into a piece of almost transparent sea water.
Two-thirds of the people in the hall raised their heads at the same time, looking at the situation on the other side of the transparent sea, but the other third still lowered their heads as if they were dead, as if they no longer cared about any news from the outside world.
Through the transparent seawater, one can clearly see the large shield above the Temple of Poseidon. The shield full of magic power is still intact at this moment, but compared to when it was opened just now, it is almost dimmed at this moment. Sixty percent. Like a meteor shower, the silver-white light clusters kept falling from the sky, sparking circles of ripples on the surface of the shield. This was the attack of the demon hunter, an endless, endless attack.
"Do we have any reinforcements?" Zeus looked at his brother and asked in a low voice.
"No more, my brother," said Poseidon with no expression on his face. This giant who is as ruthless as the sea looks like this even when facing death, "The news of Hades' death has been confirmed to be true. Indeed, Hermes' body also fell from the sea of clouds not long ago, and the crusaders sealed off all the entrances and exits, and we are alone and helpless."
Zeus nodded. He was neither overwhelmed by the news nor furious. He seemed to accept everything calmly. Then he turned his eyes and searched for a certain figure in the hall.
He saw the person he was looking for.
It was the only figure who was out of tune with everyone, the only figure who seemed to have no sense of the dead end in front of him. She was dressed in a simple and coarse cloth dress, and she could barely see any jewelry decorations on her whole body. Just this "poor" appearance was enough to make her stand out among a group of gods and demigod heroes with gold armor and silver armor and luxurious appearance. Stand out from the crowd."
Among a group of Olympian gods who were anxious about facing annihilation, this woman with a strange style was just in a daze with her head lowered, and occasionally muttered to herself. Fan. Her performance is so different, as if an invisible barrier is covering her, making her live in a small world isolated from everyone.
Zeus withdrew his gaze and looked at Poseidon: "How is her condition..."
"Ms. Ansesta is getting confused again," Poseidon replied. "She is sometimes sober and sometimes confused. The situation became worse after she went out to help block a wave of offensives. I am very worried. She is in a very similar state now." It is a sign of loss of control. We all know some of her... conditions, once she loses control in the temple, the consequences may be more serious than the Crusaders rushing in."
"She is here to help," Zeus said slowly, "and she has helped us a lot... Unfortunately, even with her power, it is impossible to save this situation."
"Artemis discussed with Demeter, and when Ms. Ansesta regained her senses, she asked her to break out with some descendants of Olympus. We have found a relatively easy way to break through. As long as Lady Ansesta uses her power to cover those descendants, it will be enough to hide from the witcher's sight, so that we can at least keep a few fire seeds... "
"Is the list ready?"
"Here," Poseidon handed over a list, "are all... descendants of degraded genes. Their breath is weaker, and their appearance is closer to mortals. After the collapse of Olympus' theocratic power, these descendants You can still mix in the kingdom of mortals."
"We have fallen to this point," Zeus just glanced at the list, and then pushed it back, "It's up to you to decide, as long as the fire remains, it doesn't matter who you are, the blood of Olympus cannot be cut off...cough Cough..."
Zeus coughed violently, and many people in the hall immediately looked over nervously, but the king of gods waved his hand to show that he was fine, and then lowered his voice again: "Has Hercules set off?"
Only he and Poseidon could hear this voice. Obviously, this was an extremely important secret.
"Already set off," Poseidon also lowered his voice, "with treasure."
"That's good..." Zeus breathed a sigh of relief, and his body seemed to relax. He looked up at the dome of the hall that had turned from sea water to rock again, and his voice seemed to be dreaming, "Eternal Dynasty, Eternal Dynasty..."
"boom!!!"
"Boom! Boom!!"
Suddenly, a huge explosion came from outside the temple, and it was not just one or two explosions, but several continuous explosions sounded densely. The explosion seemed to be detonated in mid-air, and it sounded like the explosion points were distributed in many places. in a wide range. Along with the sound of the explosion, and the violent shaking of the entire hall, the shock wave seemed to reach the outer wall of the temple, causing the entire building to tremble.
Poseidon stood up instantly and asked loudly, "What happened?!"
And the hall became flustered after a short silence: "What's the matter? Has our barrier been broken?" "Those demon hunters have come in!" "It's over! The defense has been broken!" " Take up arms! Go out and fight them!"
"All-quiet!!" Poseidon's angry shout mixed with spiritual power burst suddenly, making the whole hall buzz with it, and finally calmed down the panic-stricken gods and demigod heroes, "Maybe we The walls of the palace are about to collapse, but people with Olympian blood won’t be frightened like this—you, and you, you two take people out to see what’s going on outside!”
But at this moment, on a platform outside the Temple of Poseidon, the smoke and dust in the sky have not yet dissipated.
In the area shrouded in smoke and dust, there is no longer a living carbon-based organism.