Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 887 - 358 Now, I Make the Following Arrangement_2

Chapter 887: Chapter 358 “Now, I Make the Following Arrangement”_2 Chapter 887: Chapter 358 “Now, I Make the Following Arrangement”_2 “But it’s been so long, and I still haven’t sensed any divine will descend.”

“Instead, the armies of all countries are gathering more and more here.”

According to common sense, this sea area is actually not suitable for so many ships to be stationed here.

But because of the priests’ request, the prince still agreed.

Among the Athenians, there are never a shortage of wizards who manipulate the waves, but on this point, they can’t do better than the priests of the Sea God.

So Antilokos just deployed patrol teams on several nearby routes and then waited patiently.

But he didn’t expect that this waiting would be so many days.

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“General, any movements from the Athenians?”

the prince asked.

Though in a position of advantage, Antilokos did not underestimate the enemy.

Especially since they had gathered here recently, he couldn’t relax his surveillance of them.

“No news.”

“Our people observed their movements at sea, but in the vast ocean, it is difficult to track their trajectory.”

“Mm.”

With a slight nod, the prince acknowledged this.

The problem was not severe, with the aid of the priests of the Sea God, Pilos was hard to defeat on the sea, let alone be ambushed.

Even at a critical moment, they could try to summon an avatar of a deity.

Unless these Athenians happened to appear in front of them now, taking advantage of the priests being busy with worship. But how could that be possible?

According to their departure time from the harbor, even on the nearest route, it would still take a few days to possibly appear here.

And that was, of course, predicated on the bold assumption that they would dare to advance and violate the maritime territory of the Kingdom of Pilos.

So…

“Your Highness… Your Highness?”

“What is that?”

“Hm?”

Interrupted by his aide’s alert, the prince’s brows furrowed slightly and then relaxed.

“What is it, something happened?”

Following the direction pointed by his aide, Antilokos gazed into the distance.

It was towards the northwest, an area where legends told of the Lord of Ocean Currents battling enemies in ancient times.

The lingering divine power of the ancient Sea God created incessant violent waves there, a place even the descendants of the Sea God from Pilos were reluctant to approach.

That area was typically devoid of human presence, yet at this moment, the prince saw a dark tide there.

“That is…”

His expression slightly frozen, Antilokos did not immediately realize what it was.

In his long-held impression, that area was uninhabited.

However, it was only for a moment before the prince sharply came to his senses.

Driven by the blood of deity flowing in his veins, he leaped onto the flagship’s mast.

” — An attack! The enemy is in the northwest!”

“Form up — protect the priests!”

Without time to ponder why the enemy would come here and how they crossed the ancient battlefield of the gods.

After loudly alerting the surrounding fleet, the prince wasn’t overly panicked.

This so-called “formation” wasn’t any special tactic, merely a common dense formation used at sea today.

Future generations would call it the Greek Formation, but there really wasn’t anything particularly formidable about it.

Although the formation wasn’t that special and Pilos’ warships might not necessarily outmatch those of the Athenians crafted with alchemy technology, Antilokos’s mindset remained unshakably calm.

As a descendant of the Sea Emperor, he was not inclined to rely solely on the power of his bloodline, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t leverage his advantages.

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“The priests are not free… Hah, I wonder if it was ‘astrology’ that predicted this point, or if the Athenians used some other means to foresee our situation.”

“But if you really think you can defeat us at sea without godhood practitioners, then you are gravely mistaken.”

Unlike on land, perhaps because the Divine King’s control over the sea isn’t as strong, the maritime nations don’t have much faith in Olympus, which means Zeus’s sovereignty doesn’t have much influence here.

The result is, extraordinary powers have a greater impact here.

As the power of his bloodline surged more intensely, the prince stood at the bow of the ship, a certain invisible force radiating from him as the center.

Amidst the fleet, which was somewhat disordered by the sudden discovery of the enemy, a series of responsive bloodline auras also emerged.

Thanks to the source of their bloodline, there were actually many beings possessing the Sea Emperor’s Divine Blood in the vast ocean, and many were not human.

Though their bloodlines were mostly diluted, through centuries of research, the Pilos Royal Family had devised ways to utilize this power.

Unlike the nobles on land who organized the connections among similar bloodlines into a system under the ‘Knight’ and led by a ‘Hero’ to launch attacks,

they more often borrowed the Divine Authority of the Sea Emperor to control the climate, storms, earthquakes, tsunamis, creating favorable astral events at sea to gain an advantage in war.

And now, Antilokos was employing one of their most skilled techniques.

Across the expansive sea surface, as the resonance of the noble bloodlines intensified, a dense fog began to emerge.

The sea turned turbulent, making it much harder for weapons on the ships to aim steadily.

The dense fog shrouded the sky and enveloped the entire sea area.

And leaping from the rail, the prince’s face, which had turned pale at some point, revealed a hint of a smile.

“Although I don’t know how these Athenians managed to get here, it seems they’ve badly miscalculated.”