Poseidon's domain is already the last barrier for the "gods" of Olympus...
The ancient Greek gods, who once stood tall and shrouded the entire Mediterranean region with power and ruled hundreds of city-states for generations and dynasties, finally ushered in their end. They were once proud and confident, looking at the weak and short-lived empires of mankind.
They rise and die one after another. They laugh at these indigenous creatures whose average life span is only thirty or forty years, laugh at their daily life and death, laugh at their weakness and perishability, and firmly believe that beings like themselves who are born with extremely powerful abilities have enough power to be defeated.
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 eternal, they are just better than mortals.
A little bit, and their dynasty only existed for a few thousand years longer than the short-lived kingdom of mortals.
The days of sitting high in the clouds and accepting worship from mortals were just a fantasy that lasted a few years ago.
The Holy Legion of Demon Hunters has completed its assembly around the Temple of Poseidon. Powerful war-level magic is constantly bombarding the energy barrier above the temple. The hot holy flames are also flowing in the rock formations, slowly but surely.
The speed of movement melted the alloy protective shell at the base of the temple. The demon hunter made an impact about three hours ago. The impact was still blocked, but both warring parties knew that the outcome of this war was already doomed.
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The Olympus gods gathered the power of their entire clan and all the remaining energy of the entire "Holy Mountain" to support the large barrier. It is indeed quite strong. It can even be said to be the most powerful energy shield they have ever created since they came to this world.
However, this powerful shield is water without a source after all. Without replenishment and rest, its destruction will only happen sooner or later. Looking at the shield flashing over the temple, and the falling stars on the shield like a meteor shower.
The silvery-white light spots on the shield made it clear to every Olympian god that the end had come, it was just delayed a little.
The demon hunters also know this very well. They know that victory lies in their own hands. No matter how long they resist, the prey hiding in the temple will eventually die. Therefore, they do not organize any more strong attacks, but continue to use war magic to consume the temple's resources.
Protection, using this foolproof method to destroy the prey's will to resist bit by bit. Maybe before the barrier is completely destroyed, the prey in the temple will run out and commit suicide because it can't bear the pressure.
Anyway, this kind of thing has never happened.
On the upper floor of the Temple of Poseidon, a half-moon-shaped domed hall is the final command center of the Olympian gods. The still living gods and demigod heroes gather here, making this beautifully decorated room once used as a banquet hall.
The hall seemed extremely crowded. However, so many gods and demigod heroes gathered together without any discussion or deliberation. An atmosphere of deathly silence enveloped the entire hall. Under the suppression of this atmosphere, no one could
Be 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 position are pure-blood gods with a height of about four meters. Their tall figures were once a symbol of the power of Mount Olympus, and they can bring
The tribesmen and servants had endless confidence and hope, but now these giants all lowered their heads, and their dejected expression made them no different from those anxious "mortals".
Among them, there was a large pale golden bed, with a middle-aged giant in a golden robe lying on it. He had long white hair and a beard, and his eyes were dancing like two balls of lightning, even though he was already dying.
Even then, that face still held a certain dignity.
In his heart, a penetrating wound the size of a fist can be seen. The light golden thunder power and the silver-white holy flame are jumping in the wound, and they are still fighting for control of the wound to this day. The giant's heart has already
It was destroyed, but the magic power was still maintaining his life. The blood gushes out from his broken blood vessels, then twists in the air as if it is alive, and is injected into another similarly broken blood vessel: relying on this is unbelievable.
Believe it or not, Zeus has managed to survive for several 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 beard and hair as curly as ocean waves nodded. He picked up his trident from the side and shook it three times against the dome above. Then the dome made of rocks immediately made a splash of water.
The sound turned into an almost transparent sea water.
Two-thirds of the people in the hall raised their heads at the same time, looking at the situation across the transparent sea water, but the other third still lowered their heads as if they were dead, and seemed to no longer care about any news from the outside world.
Through the transparent sea water, you can clearly see the large shield above the Temple of Poseidon. The shield full of magic is still intact at this moment, but it is almost dimmer than when it was just opened.
60%. Silver-white light clusters like meteor showers continued to fall from the sky, stimulating circles of ripples on the surface of the shield. They were the attacks of the demon hunters, endless and endless attacks.
"Do we have any reinforcements?" Zeus looked at his brother and asked in a low voice.
"No more, my brother," Poseidon said without any expression on his face. This giant, as ruthless as the sea, looked like this even when facing death. "The news of Hades's death has been confirmed to be true.
Yes, the body of Hermes also fell from the sky above the sea of clouds not long ago, and the Crusaders have blocked all entrances and exits, leaving us alone and helpless."
Zeus nodded, neither devastated by the news nor angry. He seemed to calmly accept the current situation, then rolled his eyes and looked for a certain figure in the hall.
He saw the person he was looking for.
She was the only figure who was incompatible with everyone, the only figure who seemed completely indifferent to the desperate situation in front of her. She was wearing a simple coarse cloth dress, and there was almost no jewelry on her body.
Even her "poor" appearance is enough to make her "stand out" among a group of gods and demigod heroes wearing gold armor and silver armor.
Among a group of Olympian gods who were anxious about facing annihilation, this woman with a strange painting style was just sitting there with her head down in a daze, and occasionally muttered to herself.
Fan. Her behavior is so different, as if an invisible barrier is surrounding her, allowing her to live in a small world isolated from everyone.
Zeus withdrew his gaze and looked at Poseidon: "How is she doing..."
"Ms. Ancesta is confused again," Poseidon replied. "She is sometimes conscious and sometimes confused. The situation became more serious after she went out to help block an attack. I am very worried. She is in a similar state now.
It's a sign of losing control. We all know some of her...conditions. Once she loses control in the temple, the consequences may be more serious than if the Crusaders rush in."
"She is here to help," Zeus said slowly, "and she has already helped us a lot... Unfortunately, even with her power, it is impossible to save this situation."
"Artemis and Demeter discussed it, and when Ms. Ancesta regained consciousness again, she asked her to break out with some of the descendants of Olympus. We have found a relatively easy way to break through.
As long as Ms. Ancesta uses her power to cover those descendants, it will be enough to hide it from the sight of the demon hunters, so that we can at least keep a few fire seeds..."
"Has the list been selected?"
"Here," Poseidon handed over a list, "are all...the descendants of genetic degradation. Their auras are weaker, and their appearance is closer to mortals. After the collapse of the divine power of Olympus, these
Descendants can still mingle in the mortal realm."
"We have fallen to this," Zeus just glanced at the list and pushed it back, "It's up to you to decide. As long as the fire is preserved, it doesn't matter who it is, the bloodline of Olympus cannot be cut off...
Ahem..."
Zeus coughed violently several times, and many people in the hall immediately looked over nervously, but the King of the 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 sound. Obviously, this was an extremely important secret.
"Already set off," Poseidon also lowered his voice, "taking the treasure with him."
"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 changed from sea water to rock again, and his voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep, "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. The explosions seemed to be detonated in mid-air, and it sounded like the explosion points were distributed over many places.
Within a wide range. Along with the explosion, the entire hall shook violently. The shock wave seemed to have also affected the outer wall of the temple, causing the entire building to tremble.
Poseidon stood up instantly and shouted loudly: "What happened?!"
And the hall also became panicked after a short period of silence: "What's going on? Has our barrier been broken? Those demon hunters have come in! It's over! The defense has been broken! Pick up your weapons! Rush out.
Fight with them!"
"Everyone is quiet!!" Poseidon's angry roar mixed with spiritual power suddenly exploded, causing the entire hall to buzz, and allowing the panicked gods and demigod heroes to finally calm down, "Maybe we
The palace wall is about to collapse, but people with the blood of Olympus will not be frightened by you, and you two, take people out to see what is going on outside!"
At this moment, on a platform outside the Temple of Poseidon, the smoke and dust in the sky have not dispersed.
There is no longer a living carbon-based organism in the area shrouded in smoke.