Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 906 - 368: Atlantis

Chapter 906: Chapter 368: Atlantis

“It’s not right.”

In the center of the city ruins, Ambrosius quietly listened to the narrative of the shadowy figure before him.

He didn’t care about the life or death of the Divine King; in fact, the prince was quite skeptical of the so-called title of Divine King that Odin held.

But setting aside the truth for now, Ambrosius had his own doubts about this matter itself.

“Deceit… You say he deceived you all, leading to the entire clan’s destruction.”

“But on such a crucial matter of life and death, why would you trust an outsider?”

“Even the closest of allies would not be without their defenses, let alone, in your words, you were not friends to begin with.”

“… I don’t know.”

“Because Odin’s deceit was beyond everyone’s expectations. Even the leader of the Vanir had not foreseen this outcome.”

“For tens of thousands of years, the Odin that everyone knew would never betray his allies on the battlefield.”

“He swore on his Divine Lance never to retreat, and even Niord had never doubted him.”

“But the result was just like this, because of his deceit, the entire Deity Race turned to dust…”

“‘That was Odin, but perhaps it was no longer just Odin. He knew it himself, or maybe he wasn’t yet aware.'”

“That day, after learning the news, the great Gullveig told me so. Then she and the last remaining deities of our race left, never to return, and have not come back since.”

The voice remained unwavering, as the shadowy figure smiled while recounting history.

Just listening to the other party, the prince felt a vague chill in his heart.

Yes, but not just that, what does that mean… Putting aside the useless thoughts, Ambrosius continued to ask.

“What about Odin then? If he is still alive, where do you think he would be?”

“I don’t know, at least not in Vanaheim.”

“And in some sense, he might not even be in the remnants of the Nine Realms anymore.”

“That is good.”

Subconsciously letting out a sigh of relief, Ambrosius didn’t feel any shame in doing so.

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Although he was unsure how genuine the other party’s title of ‘Divine King’ was, that was probably a real deity.

Merely with a Divine Artifact in hand, the prince had not become that arrogant.

“Then you, why have you appeared before me?”

After going around in a big circle, Ambrosius finally asked his last question.

It seemed that the other party was an original inhabitant of this realm, so what was her view on him, an outsider?

“It’s nothing special, serving deities and demigods is the very reason I was created.”

“The Vanir are no more, but you, who carry the bloodline of the Sea Deity, also have the right to reside here.”

“These were the rules set by the leaders of the Deity Race, the Summer and Sea God Niord.”

Niord, the leader of the Vanir, god of summers and oceans, also the father of Freyr, the god of sunlight and fertility, and Freyja, the Goddess of Beauty.

The latter two were once sent to Asgard as hostages for ceasefire, and the wise giant Mimir was the exchange given to Vanaheim by Asgard.

Freyr’s sword, after several exchanges, eventually embodied the essence of Chaos’s Sun and was planted at the foot of Olympus mountain.

Therefore, the rune stones of Vanaheim could absorb the sunlight’s energy, and even the realm itself fell into the sea and came into contact with Poseidon.

“So it means, I am entitled to use this place and also have the right to bring others in.”

“And you, will you provide me as much assistance as possible?”

The prince didn’t know the reasons behind it at this moment, but that didn’t stop him from understanding the meaning of the projection before him.

He originally came here to find a sanctuary to accommodate them.

“Certainly.”

“But there are some things here that only gods and demigods can use.”

“You can come with me to take a look; they should be of some help to you.”

“If you wish to rebuild this place, they may even be a great help to you.”

The projection nodded slightly, tranquilly responding.

As long as it aligns with its rules, there was no reason for it to refuse this option.

As for the leftovers here, if the Deity Race was still present, they could easily produce the same items.

But since they have long been destroyed, there’s no use in keeping them.

… … …

Rip—

In the rolling waves of the sea, the seemingly massive fleet was like grains of sand scattered on the ground.

The crew lay unconscious on the deck, their clothes already drenched.

Clearly, for these mortals, they were far from recovering from the overwhelming pressure that had just upturned them.

Time passed unknowingly, and at a certain moment, a crack opened up in the void.

Passing through the azure portal, Ambrosius returned to his flagship once again.

Compared to when he left, the waves of the ocean had become even more intense.

Now that the real world has lost the deities who govern the storm and earthquakes, their corresponding laws would inevitably become more agitated over time.

A god must take up this burden, or find a way to stabilise it—of course, this is not difficult.

But these mattered little to Ambrosius… The prince stepped on the swaying deck and let out a slight breath.

He didn’t know when, but the phenomena brought by the God King had already disappeared without a trace.

Without cause, the strife there might have ended.

Waving his hand to close the dimensional gateway behind him, this was a new ability the prince had gained.

From this moment on, Ambrosius possessed the right to open the gate of Vanaheim.

Although in terms of power, the prince was far from being able to assimilate and control this realm, it didn’t stop him from using this insignificant authority.

As long as he was near the East Sea, he could return to that world. Through certain methods, he could even change the location’s exit and move the entire realm’s position.

In fact, the Prince did indeed have such a plan.

The East Sea was still too noisy; if possible, he would relocate to the west side of the continent.

“Your Highness… have we succeeded?”

Returning to a familiar place, the Prince’s mood relaxed somewhat.

Although they had always been protected by the Divine Artifact, Ambrosius was still tense.

But after some back and forth, they finally had a place to go.

Whether it was feasible or not, the Prince was still undecided.

“Success… I suppose so.”

“In this regard, I have no experience either.”

“Those past memories only increase my insight, but I’m hearing the story told by that Spiritual Body for the first time.”

Slightly trembling, the Trident of the Sea Emperor did not hide its inadequacy.

After all, it really had no understanding of the so-called Vanaheim.

God King Odin, the Sunlight God, another Sea God, Deities who can ‘die in battle’…

These were things it had never heard of, and naturally, it was difficult to make a decision.

However, since they had no other choice at the moment, in the end, the Trident still gave an affirmative answer.

“Let’s go there; without Poseidon’s presence, you simply can’t protect me.”

“And without the protection of a God, the Divine Blood in you will be the source of your misfortune.”

“Hide in Vanaheim with your subjects.”

“You can reproduce there and establish a new Kingdom.”

“And you will be the first ruler there… and perhaps one day, you might even have the chance to attain immortality.”

Slightly swaying, though it was just a weapon, the Trident too had its ambitions.

It did not want to be used at will anymore; it wanted to be worshiped and placed on a high altar.

“Obtain… immortality?”

Ambrosius, beside the Trident, silently repeated the word and shook his head with a wry smile.

That was too distant; he was nowhere near worrying about his lifespan just yet.

But the Trident was right; Hainaheim was now his only choice.

A faint sound came from a distance. The Prince looked up to see someone was about to awaken from unconsciousness.

Even just to calm people’s hearts, he had to do something.

“Alright, Your Highness, I will go and make some preparations—try to get things done before others remember us.”

“Since Pilos has already been destroyed by earthquakes, storms, and floods, it’s up to us alone to carry it forward.”

“In this fleet that followed me, there are ten Aristocrats with Divine Blood flowing in their veins; they will be the support for my future.”

“I figure as long as they have felt the changes in their bloodline, they won’t refuse my request.”

Speaking his inner thoughts, Ambrosius wasn’t very saddened by the fate of Pilos, which was another reason why he readily accepted the Trident’s words.

Most of the people left there could not understand his thoughts; only these soldiers who had interacted with the Athenians were different.

The only thing that made the Prince somewhat regretful was his father, yet the latter was already old.

Sooner or later, this day was bound to come.

“I’m not sure if my father can still return to the Deity’s Kingdom in his current state.”

Even the Gods themselves can’t take care of themselves, let alone the Believers.

The Trident had no answer to this question.

“Speaking of which, since I’m prepared to survive in a different place, there’s no need to keep the name Pilos.”

“And it’s not clear whether there are enemies in Vanaheim. Although the Spiritual Body said there are none, who can say for certain?”

“You’re right, so do you have any ideas?”

Circling in the air, the Trident signaled its approval.

The Prince only smiled; such matters were naturally to be decided by others.

“No, and besides, it should not be me to decide.”

“Only you have the right to name a Kingdom and a realm.”

“Hmm…”

After a brief silence, the newly conscious Divine Artifact seemed to be moved.

Indeed, this was something even the former Poseidon had not done.

Then what name would be worthy of its status… After racking its brains, at one moment, the Trident had a sudden inspiration.

It recalled that the vengeful Poseidon once spent a time searching for information about the Spirit Realm but it came to nothing in the end.

However, during this process, he came into contact with the language of the Spirit Realm.

Among those unorganized words, there seemed to be one that was very apt for the current situation.

“I remember you just mentioned to me that to avoid the All Gods and trouble, you’re planning to move the entrance of this realm to the west side of the continent, to the place far from Olympus.”

“This idea is excellent; since this is the case, let’s just call this realm ‘West Continent’ from now on.”

“May you grow strong in the future, allowing its status to rival another continental realm.”

“And the name of your country…”

After hesitating for a moment, the Trident finally gave its answer.

“The name of your country will be ‘Atlantis’.”

According to the knowledge Poseidon once collected, this word seems to be understood as ‘lost’, ‘ideal’, or ‘encircled by the ocean’.

The Trident felt this description was very apt; the lost Divine Artifact and Deity, the lost realm, the lost Demigods and civilization; this was their portrayal.

Of course, this is only now.

One day, they would face the world anew.

And the Trident of the Sea Emperor would still be the symbol of the sea’s might.