The realm of Poseidon was the last barrier of the Olympian gods.
The ancient Greek gods, who were once high and mighty, whose power shrouded the entire Mediterranean region and ruled over generations of dynasties and thousands of city-states, had finally ushered in their doomsday. They were once proud and confident, watching the weak and short-lived human empires rise and fall one by one. They laughed at the indigenous creatures whose average lifespan was only 30 to 40 years, laughed at their daily life, laughed at their weakness, and believed that they, who were born with incomparable power, were qualified to be crowned as gods. They believed that their rule would be unshakable and even eternal. But today, the 'gods' finally realized that they were far from eternal. They were only a little stronger than mortals, and their dynasties only existed for a few thousand years longer than the short-lived kingdoms of mortals.
The days of sitting high above the clouds and accepting the worship of mortals, in the end, were just a dream that continued a few years ago.
The demon hunters' sacred army had assembled around the temple of Poseidon. Powerful war-level magic bombarded the energy shield over the temple. The scorching sacred flame flowed in the rock formation, slowly but steadily melting the alloy protective shell at the base of the temple. The demon hunters had launched an attack about three hours ago. This time, the attack was blocked, but both sides knew very well that the outcome of the war had been decided.
The great barrier supported by the power of the Olympian gods and the remaining energy of the entire divine mountain was indeed strong. It could even be said to be the most powerful energy shield they had ever created since they came to this world. But this powerful shield was water without a source. Without replenishment and rest, it was only a matter of time before it broke. Looking at the flashing shield over the temple and the silver-white light spots falling on the shield like a meteor shower, every Olympian god knew that the end was coming. It was just a matter of a little delay.
The demon hunters were well aware of this. They knew that victory was in their hands, and the prey hiding in the temple would not escape death no matter how long it resisted. So, they did not organize any more attacks. Instead, they continued to use war magic to wear down the temple's defense, using this foolproof method to destroy the will of the prey bit by bit. Perhaps, before the barrier was completely destroyed, the prey in the temple would not be able to withstand the pressure and voluntarily run out to kill themselves.
Anyway, this kind of thing had happened before.
On the upper level of the temple of Poseidon, a half-moon-shaped domed hall was the last command center of the Olympian gods. The living gods and demigod heroes gathered here, making the beautifully decorated hall, which used to be a banquet hall, look extraordinarily crowded. However, even though so many gods and demigod heroes were gathered together, there was no discussion or discussion. A deathly silence enveloped the entire hall. Under this kind of suppression, no one was willing to speak.
There was a slightly empty space in the center of the half-moon-shaped hall. Those who were qualified to sit in this seat were the pure-blooded gods who were about four meters tall. Their stalwart figures were once the symbol of the power of Mount Olympus, bringing endless confidence and hope to their people and servants. But now, these giants all lowered their heads, looking no different from the restless mortals.
In the middle of them, there was a spacious golden bed. A golden-robed middle-aged giant was lying on it. He had long white hair and a beard, and his eyes were like two balls of lightning jumping around. Even though he was on the verge of death, his face still carried a bit of dignity.
There was a fist-sized penetrating wound on his heart. The pale golden power of thunder and the silver-white sacred flame danced in the wound, still fighting for control of the wound. The giant's heart had been destroyed, but magic was still sustaining his life. Blood gushed out of his broken blood vessels, twisting in the air as if it had a life of its own. The blood was injected into another broken blood vessel. Relying on this incredible method, Zeus had survived for several days.
Yes, he was Zeus, the "king of the gods" of ancient Greece.
"Let me … see the situation outside," he said in a low voice.
Beside the bed, a giant with wavy hair nodded. He picked up his trident from the side and shook it three times towards the dome above. The dome made of rock immediately let out a splashing sound and turned into a sea of almost transparent seawater.
Two-thirds of the people in the hall looked up at the transparent sea, but the other one-third still kept their heads down as if they were dead, no longer caring about any news from the outside world.
Through the transparent sea, they could clearly see the large shield above the temple of Poseidon. The magic shield was still intact, but it was now nearly 60 percent dimmer than when it first opened. Like a meteor shower, the silver-white light kept falling from the sky, triggering ripples on the surface of the shield. That was the demon hunters' endless, never-ending attacks.
"Do we have reinforcements?" Zeus looked at his brother and asked in a low voice.
"No, my brother." Poseidon's face was expressionless. The merciless giant was like the sea, even in the face of death. "The death of Hades has been confirmed. Hermes' body fell from the sea of clouds not long ago. The sacred army has sealed all the entrances and exits. We are alone and helpless."
Zeus nodded. He did not lose his wits because of the news, nor was he angry. He seemed to have accepted the situation calmly. Then he turned his eyes, looking for a figure in the hall.
He saw the person he was looking for.
She was the only one who did not fit in with the others, the only one who did not seem to feel anything about the desperate situation. She was wearing a simple coarse dress, and there was hardly any jewelry or makeup on her body. Her poor appearance alone was enough to make her stand out among the gods and demigod heroes in gold and silver armors and luxurious appearances.
Amidst the group of Olympian gods who were anxious about the impending doom, the beautiful woman lowered her head and stared blankly. Occasionally, she would mutter to herself. Her behavior was so unique that it was as if an invisible barrier was shrouding her, causing her to live in a small world that was isolated from everyone else.
Zeus looked at Poseidon and asked, "How is she?"
"Lady Ancestor is confused again," Poseidon replied. "She is sometimes awake and sometimes confused. Her condition has worsened after she went out to help fend off a wave of attacks. I am very worried. Her current state is very likely to be a precursor to losing control. We all know some of her condition. If she loses control in the temple, I am afraid the consequences will be more serious than if the sacred army rushed 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 the situation."
"Artemis and Demeter have discussed it. When Lady Ancestor regains consciousness again, they will ask her to take some of the Olympian descendants out of the encirclement. We have found a relatively easy way to break through. As long as Lady Ancestor shrouds the descendants with her power, it will be enough to hide from the demon hunters. In this way, we can at least save a few tinder …"
"Have you chosen the list?"
"Here," Poseidon handed over a list. "They are all … descendants of genetic deterioration. Their aura is weaker, and their appearance is more similar to that of mortals. After the collapse of the Olympian theocracy, these descendants can still mix in the mortal kingdom."
"I can't believe we have fallen so low." Zeus glanced at the list and pushed it back. "You can decide. As long as the tinder survives, it doesn't matter who it is. The Olympian bloodline cannot be cut off … Ahem …"
Zeus coughed violently. Many people in the hall immediately looked over nervously. But the king of the gods waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. Then he lowered his voice again. "Has Hercules set off?"
Only he and Poseidon could hear this voice. Obviously, it was an extremely important secret.
"Yes," Poseidon also lowered his voice. "He has set off with the 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, which had changed from seawater to rock. "Eternal dynasty, eternal dynasty …"
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! "
Suddenly, a loud explosion came from outside the temple. It was not just one or two explosions, but several in a row. The explosions seemed to have detonated in mid-air, and it sounded like the explosions were distributed over a wide area. Along with the explosions, the entire hall shook violently. The shock wave seemed to have spread to the outer walls of the temple, causing the entire building to tremble.
Poseidon immediately stood up and asked loudly, "What happened?"
After a short moment of silence, the hall was filled with panic. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Has our barrier been broken? "" The demon hunters have broken in! "" It's over! The defense is broken! "" Take up your weapons! Go out and fight them! "
"Everyone, be quiet!!" Poseidon's angry roar, mixed with spiritual power, suddenly exploded, causing the entire hall to buzz. The panicking gods and demigods finally calmed down. "Perhaps our palace walls are about to collapse, but the people with the blood of Olympus will not be so frightened. You, and you, take some people out and see what is going on outside!"
At this moment, on a platform outside the temple of Poseidon, smoke and dust had yet to dissipate.
There was no living carbon-based creature in the area shrouded in smoke and dust.
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