Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 892 - 360 Please, My Lord_2

Chapter 892: Chapter 360 Please, My Lord_2

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Tap tap…

Walking along the long corridor of the palace, the old Sea God’s movements were neither rushed nor slow.

He surreptitiously sized up the furnishings around him, those glittering gold ornaments.

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This place once belonged to the territory of the Ancient Sea God, but then it was ceded to Poseidon, as a compensation for the errors committed through the Sea Power wielded by his sister.

And with the change of its master, its furnishings also got a complete makeover.

Those sculptures, which exuded an ancient charm, had long vanished, replaced by all kinds of extravagant and colorful decorations.

The pillars, originally crafted from Fallen Stars from the dawn of Creation, had been replaced by pure white jade, stationed everywhere, and various minerals born from the Earth Concave at the beginning of time had also been removed from this place.

Nereus couldn’t describe this change as either good or bad, but looking at this unfamiliar hall, he could never possibly feel happy.

“Your Highness.”

“Mm.”

Ah… right, there’s also this.

Nodding slightly, Nereus signaled to the humanoid scorpion guard.

On him, the essence of Poseidon’s Divine Blood was so clearly discernible.

It was easy to imagine what the second son of Cronus must have done within this ancient palace.

But since this place rightfully belongs to him now, Nereus just looked around and said nothing more.

Tap tap…

Continuing forward, he pushed open the final grand door and entered the inner sanctum.

Before him, the nominal master of the seas was sitting on a throne cast from Gold.

Gulping down the dark red Nectar and as if he heard some noise, Poseidon’s blurred vision lifted slightly.

It was only when he saw who it was that the Sea Emperor, somewhat surprised, wiped his mouth and forced himself to appear somewhat more spirited.

“Nereus, it’s you.”

“What brings you here… wait, don’t tell me, has something happened at Olympus?”

“No, no, that’s not it, it’s been very quiet recently, at least for me.”

“So, is it those disgusting Evil Creatures again? Ever since Typhon’s death, there always seems to be trouble cropping up every so often.”

Poseidon, speculatively guessing, didn’t think that there had been anything recently that should concern him.

To this, the old Sea God just smiled and shook his head gently.

“Not at all, strictly speaking, it’s a matter of the Mortal Realm.”

“The Mortal Realm?”

His blurry eyes narrowed slightly, and with a touch of drunkenness, the Sea Emperor stopped filtering out certain sounds.

Normally, to not obstruct his own indulgence, Poseidon didn’t really listen to the prayers of his Believers… but the next moment, his expression soured.

“Sacrificial… ceremony… invasion?”

“What a bunch of incompetents!”

“Hmph, to think they let someone get so close to them during a ceremony in my homage, and as my Believers, they were utterly defeated at sea…”

“Nereus, do I really need to deal with such matters myself?!”

“This matter does involve Princess Athena, and such situations… heh…”

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With a gentle smile, the old Sea God didn’t finish his sentence.

Nevertheless, Poseidon understood his implication; over the years, whenever it came to matters concerning Olympus, this elder rarely got involved.

In the end, it was always left to him to resolve.

“Athena… Hmph, I understand.”

“My clever niece isn’t the type to come stir up trouble at sea intentionally.”

After a moment of contemplation, Poseidon found the ‘answer’.

Not every action in the Mortal Realm was orchestrated by Deities, in fact, wars initiated by Humans themselves accounted for a larger portion.

Like this time, through the prayers of his Believers, Poseidon knew that it was actually they who instigated it.

This wasn’t an issue at first.

If not for the presence of Theseus, the Athenians never should have had a foothold at sea in the first place.

The start of a war was fine, but it’s unforgivable that not only could they not win, but they also allowed the ceremony to worship him to be disrupted.

Even the Deity of Chaos, on account of a display of power, had wiped out entire clans more than once.

So, for the destruction of his own worship, naturally, Poseidon had to respond.

“Alright, Nereus, I am now aware of the matter.”

“Since you’re so timid, then you may stay here; I will handle this myself.”

With a beckoning motion, he gripped the Trident in his hand.

Poseidon shook his head, dispelling the drunken stupor from his body.

The last time he had clashed with that Human named Theseus was only a Divine Descending incarnation of himself.

Holding the true Divine Artifact, meant for battle, Poseidon wouldn’t lose, but unfortunately, that time the Human also got hold of Athena’s Aegis, the Guardian shield for the City of Athens.

He had to admit, his Trident could not break that shield, and that Human also had some skill.

But Athenas Divine Artifact wasn’t something just anyone could wield; in a thousand years, aside from being lent to Perseus on Zeus’s orders, only a very few individuals could handle it.

However, Theseus was already dead, and Poseidon didn’t think he’d come across another.

Even if there was someone else who could pick it up, it didn’t mean they could exert the same level of Strength as that Human.

Swoosh—

Leaping into the air, a trace of cruel smile flickered on Poseidon’s face.

A post-drink digestion, quite a good activity.

Just right, he could also use this as a lesson to those mortals.

Gods can fail countless times, but Humans are different.

Even if that mortal was extraordinary, he only has to fail once, and all his brilliant achievements will turn to nothing.