The Greece Antagonist

"You said you wanted to mend relations and open the shipping lanes, didn't you? How could we have trusted you so blindly!"

At these words, the old man of the sea's cheeks flushed red, and he twisted his hands around soft sea foam, frantically defending himself.

It has to be said that Nereus, as a perennial good guy, did care about his reputation. Ashamed, he barely fought back, choosing to defend instead. It was quite something to see an ancient deity getting beaten down by a newly risen lesser deity, and even more so as he refused the assistance of other deities.

So, all the remaining pressure descended upon Knossos City.

Considering themselves a superior race of gold humans, the Atlanteans were in no hurry to join the fray themselves. Instead, they sent their subjects and vassals, or the giants and heroes who belonged to the maritime deities, to launch the first round of assault.

The leader of the cannibalistic giant tribe from The Iliad, Poseidon's son Laestrygonians, swung his massive club, leading his burly and misshapen humanoid monsters in a roaring charge.

The sons of Poseidon and the mortal Iphimedia, born in Thessaly, northern Greece, two giants named Artes and Otus, hefted boulders to smash against the city walls.

The king of Libya, Poseidon's son with Gaea, Antaeus, grinned excitedly; he loved forcing travelers he met to wrestle with him and used the skulls of the losers for the roof of his father Poseidon's temple. Now, his sights were set on one of the fierce-fighting Divine Blood Guards.

The barbarian king of Eleusis in southern Attica, Euryleon, the grandson of Poseidon and Amphitryon, raised his great axe and pounded the ground to the fevered rhythm of the shield dance, joining the ranks of battle.

His kin and descendants, some mounted on bulls playing short war tunes on double pipes; others bearing weapons made of Orichalcum, stomping in frenzied steps, shouting in excitement for the impending slaughter; some riding lions from Mygdonia, holding the reins in their hands; others simply grabbing the lions' matted manes and merging into a scuffle with opponents from Crete Island…

Seen from a distance, without the true Atlantean forces even having entered the fray, their vassal armies and Poseidon's bizarrely assorted offspring formed a dense mass, swarming like ants having found their prey, covering the sea.

One had to concede that Poseidon's children were simply too numerous, and their family connections even more preposterous. From regions to specific city-states, aside from dubiously claiming one god as their father and one mortal as the other, Zeus appeared relatively normal in comparison. In various texts, the nymph lovers directly or indirectly associated with Poseidon were...

A rough estimate puts Poseidon's total count of wives and lovers between 40-60, with 100-120 children.

And that's just the ones mentioned explicitly by name and lineage in the myths.

As for the wild lovers and offspring, they're beyond measure.

Yet, in spite of all this, King Minos and his soldiers stood unflinching.

The old king threw back his head and downed a gulp of the year's finest wine, clashing with the grim-faced giants amidst the intoxication of battle;

The Minotaur, a horned creature with an iron helmet, no longer suppressed its demonic nature, wielding a giant axe and rampaging through the chaos;

The elite Divine Blood Guard stood shoulder to shoulder with ordinary soldiers who fought with sheer courage, constantly driving back the barbarians and Sea Beasts that made it to the battlements.

Flocks of owls flew out from the temple, swooping down and attacking the surrounding seals and the enemy's dolphin mounts with their sharp talons…

Between heaven and water, war clouds billowed, the cries of battle rang in the sky, and the clash between the two civilizations grew more intense…

The frail defenses of Knossos seemed like a thin sheet of paper that could be punctured with the poke of a finger. Yet, time and again, as it teetered on collapse, it miraculously held firm, once more driving down the monsters who had the upper hand back into the sea.

With his companions falling one by one, a increasingly lone King Minos struck his golden scepter against the ground again, the sound a tragic symphony of indomitable will in the face of certain death.

"Hum!"

At this moment, on the periphery of the battlefield,

Luo En, who was engaged in fierce battle with Nereus, heard that agreed-upon signal, turned his head back to gaze at the city walls, now barely showing signs of life, and with a glint in his eye, met the old man of the sea's advance without leaving a trace.

"Boom~!"

Accompanied by a muffled roar, the figure "struck" by the blow skewed off into the sea.

Suddenly, Nereus paused, looking at his own arm with a trace of astonishment.

He seemed to have held back his strength.
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At that moment, as Luo En plunged into the water, he swam decisively toward the deserted island known as Santorini.

The deep blue divine power of the ocean protected him, allowing him to move like a fish in water, rapidly approaching the base of the island.

Pushing aside the floating seaweed, dense divine runes deeply etched into the rock connected into a vast Magic Circle Diagram.

Then, let me personally play this dirge!

Luo En's gaze was piercing as he placed his hand at the center of the circle's base, and the azure divinity of the ocean surged from within him, fully activating the gigantic Magic Circle Diagram.

In an instant, a beam of azure light shot up into the sky, driving the resonance of the entire spell, with Santorini at its core shaking violently.

"Boom!"

In a flash, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the long-dormant Santorini Volcano on the island erupted violently, with dark red magma gushing from the fissures, quickly filling the entire island.

Thick volcanic ash was scattered high into the air by the biting sea breeze in all directions, marking an extremely violent volcanic eruption in human history, with the ejected ash shrouding a wide expanse of the sky, blocking the light from the sun.

Not only were the species on the island almost instantly buried under a thick layer of volcanic ash, but the repercussions spread to the coastlines, with Crete Island, not far away, bearing the brunt.

The Atlantean Vassal Forces, having just landed on the shore, stumbled and struggled to keep their footing.

At the same time, a dull rumble echoed from the sea bed.

A tremendous tsunami triggered by the volcanic eruption was rapidly advancing, its waves reaching a hundred meters in height.

Mixed with the pure divine power of the ocean, the turbulent and furious waves surged southward, landing on Crete Island in an instant, destroying cities and villages along its path, and unstoppably heading toward Knossos City.

"Woosh!"

Under this overwhelming force born from divinity and natural disaster, the barbarian vanguard was swallowed by the giant wave.

Even the walls of Knossos City, deemed impenetrable by the Atlanteans, collapsed in an instant.

The entire Crete Island was reduced to an ocean.

Prince Triton, serving as the vanguard, now had a face full of disbelief and gloom.

——He distinctly remembered his father saying that he wanted to capture Crete Island intact…

However, before he could express his doubts, the Atlanteans, seeing the formidable barriers before them shattered by the power from the sea, let out cries of excitement, loudly praising the name of their God of the Sea.

"Poseidon!"

"Poseidon!"

"Poseidon!"

Their Chief God, holding sway over storms, raging waves, and earthquakes, was incredibly powerful, supremely exalted, leading the Atlanteans once more to a victorious glory!