And looking at the big fish caught on the hook before her eyes, Euryale couldn't help but lick her pink tongue, her gaze burning with intensity.
"I caught it, this ti I'm going to eat more!"
"Nonsense, it was clearly subdued by my charisma, I deserve the biggest share."
Stheno, who was nearby, didn't hesitate to take credit, showing not the slightest intention of yielding.
Ever since they had devoured the divinity of Keto and Phorcys, they had fallen in love with the thrill of plundering divinity.
Hearing the two flat ones in front of him discussing how to devour him and who should take the lion's share of the credit, Poseidon's expression grew even uglier.
——Charm!
No wonder after having glanced at them during the day, his head was filled with the impulse to mount them, and as soon as night fell, he stumbled into Athena's Great Temple in a daze.
On a normal day, he wouldn't have been so careless!
Poseidon reproached himself for his lust-driven actions while furiously condemning the enemy's despicableness in his mind.
Obviously, he had forgotten that what had attracted him wasn't the charm-casting Euryale and Stheno, but the voluptuous dusa...
But by this point, further talk was futile.
Still, as a mighty ruler of his ti, Poseidon's response was swift and decisive.
In a critical mont, he imdiately focused his mind, burned his divine blood, shattered a corner of his divine core, and forced his Authority of the Sea to surge to its limit.
Even if he had to recover for a long ti afterward, it was better than falling into the hands of his great-niece and begging for rcy in humiliation.
"Hum!"
In an instant, a cerulean blaze of divinity shot into the sky, turning into a scorching band of light that forcibly broke through both the petrification curse and the Labyrinth Barrier.
"Pfft!"
As the world spun around him and he found himself back in the Great Temple, Poseidon couldn't help his ghastly pale complexion, as he violently spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and cracks spread across his exposed flesh.
It seed that upon the slightest touch, the God of the Sea would fall to pieces.
But at the sa ti, the Gorgon Sisters, who were in charge of the scene, also staggered backward, groaning as if struck by thunder, with blood tears seeping from their tightly shut eyes.
After all, he was a Chief God at the pinnacle of the pyramid and also the monarch who dominated the seas.
Being able to montarily lock down the opponent's movents and push him to the point of damaging his own divine core was enough for the Gorgon Sisters to be proud of themselves.
Think you can run away? Not so easy!
Seeing Poseidon turn into a cerulean streak of light breaking through the temple roof and madly dashing toward the sea, Athena, who had stabilized herself, imdiately leaned back, her spine forming an exaggerated arch like a bowstring filled with power.
Right after, the Goddess's Spear of Victory whistled as it shot out, heading straight for Poseidon in the night sky.
"My iron wall! My citadel! Coming from the stars, rising from the sea, never to fall!—The Undying Nation, Atlantis!"
In the nick of ti, sensing danger, Poseidon looked back abruptly, raised his right hand, and began to chant rapidly.
In a flash, a cityscape divided in ten sectors and ford with concentric circles, materialized before Poseidon, turning into a water-blue iron curtain.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In an instant, Athena's Spear of Victory and the golden and silver arrows streaking through the night sky were all violently repelled, leaving Poseidon unscathed.
However, the cityscape gestating within the light shuddered violently, the ground tore apart, engulfing crying figures and collapsing buildings, leaving nothing but devastation.
He actually transferred the damage directly to his own divine nation, using his subjects and the protective city as shields?
Hisss, so cruel!
Upon witnessing such a scene, the crowd couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, feeling a chill in their hearts.
Indeed, Poseidon, who constantly professed his deep love for the Atlanteans, and His Majesty the King of Gods, who proclaid himself fair and benevolent every day, were cut from the sa cloth.
And at that mont, taking advantage of the brief respite to catch his breath,
Poseidon wiped away the remnant of golden blood at the corner of his mouth, and after uttering a vehent threat through gritted teeth, he turned and dashed toward the vast Sea of Okeanos, propelled by the reverberating force of divine power.
"Athena, I won't forget the hospitality you've shown ! This isn't over!"
However, just as the God of the Sea was crossing over the defenses of Knossos, an arrow shrouded in water-blue radiance shot out from the darkness, silently drawing near.
The aura, seemingly of the sa origin, left the exhausted Poseidon with no ti to prepare.
By the ti he realized the danger was close, it was too late.
Thus, Poseidon could only harden his heart and, relying on instinct, slightly shift his body.
"Pfft!"
In an instant, golden-red blood sprayed, and the piercing arrow that streaked across the night sky grazed under the target, carrying with it a round object as it plumted into the city.
"Aaaah!"
Simultaneously, the seemingly invincible God of the Sea let out a blood-curdling scream, involuntarily clutching at his bleeding lower half, his anxious eyes fixated on where the arrow landed.
Those surrounding him also instinctively looked in that direction.
——In a dimly lit alley, a bronze arrow tip with fading montum was diagonally embedded in the corner of a wall.
Under the light of a nightstone, they could clearly see the object hanging on the arrowhead, which appeared to be a flesh-like human organ.
In that mont, the n at the scene couldn't help but feel a chill in their groins, as they shared a phantom pain.
"Give it back to !"
Poseidon roared as he dived, attempting to reclaim his lost dignity, his voice becoming high-pitched and shrill in the sharpening rage.
Yet a golden figure leaped over the wall faster than he could.
"Woof!"
Accompanied by an excited whine, a glossy, golden-haired hound, following the strong scent of blood, raced to the arrow and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, opened its mouth to tear off the "delicious" morsel on the arrowhead and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Gullop..."
Sounds of swallowing echoed one after another.
"Bastard..."
The Poseidon hovering mid-air ca to an abrupt halt, his eyes brimming with an indescribable mix of grief and resentnt.
Yet with his pursuers closing in, there was no ti for further thought.
With a resentful glare at those advancing towards him, Poseidon clutched his bleeding groin and turned to plunge into the Sea of Okeanos, before disappearing into the surging waves.
"Woof?"
As the familiar scent approached, the golden hound in the corner couldn't help but lift its head joyfully.
The group that had arrived looked at the dog's mouth, still tinged with a trace of golden blood, and exchanged bewildered glances.
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