The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 561 - 62: Father, Your Daughter is Here to Show Filial Piety! (Two updates totaling 6.5k)

"Swoosh!"

Just as Demon Ancestor Typhon, wrapped in a typhoon and raging waves, was about to reach the shore, a pitch-black withered branch spear flew out from War God Mountain, tore through the sky, and plunged towards the sea, piercing the chest of the hundred-headed dragon with the speed of lightning.

"Puff!"

Accompanied by a dull piercing sound, the withered branch spear burst into flames, and a red-black flame formed the phantom of a large palm tree. The destructive power from a minor Divine Era world surged tumultuously, charring and cracking Typhon’s scales while his flesh made a sizzling sound.

Affected by this strike, Typhon’s hundred heads let out painful roars, his massive body staggered backward, and he clumsily fell into the deep waters of the Sea of Okeanos, barely extinguishing the flames on his body with the ceaseless seawater.

Damnable thing!

Typhon looked at the chest-pierced withered branch spear that temporarily suppressed his power, his slit pupils brimming with resentful colors, and immediately raised his dragon claw to grasp at the Divine Artifact that had caused him so much trouble, intending to utterly destroy it.

"Buzz~~"

However, under a pleasant ringing tremor, as if sensing the danger, the withered branch spear automatically withdrew from Typhon’s chest, transformed into a red-black streak of light, and landed in the grip of a fair, outstretched hand.

Echoing shrieks filled the sky, a hundred-meter long silver dragon, with folded wings, landed on the coastal wall built along the Peloponnesian Peninsula. A silver-haired Chief God dressed in silver armor, holding the Spear of Nation Creation, leaped off the dragon’s back and smirked at Typhon, an old foe he had encountered several times, in the Sea of Okeanos.

"You really never give it a rest, do you, Typhon..."

"It’s you again? And this offspring is still alive!"

Typhon, looking at the one man and one dragon that had appeared, could not help but grind his teeth and coldly snort.

After numerous treatments with the Elixir of Immortality and drops from the Holy Grail, the barely regenerated Ladon immediately glared with his serpent eyes and retorted.

"How dare I die before we manage to kill you according to Greek tradition, Father God?"

"Then you can try!"

Without wasting words, Typhon immediately activated his Authority, sending waves of typhoons wrapped with a sky-covering tsunami sweeping towards the entire Peloponnesian Peninsula.

"Be careful, Typhon can continuously repair himself in the sea, it’s almost impossible to kill him, and the Divine reaction in the eye of the typhoon is constantly increasing. It looks like, if we don’t find a way to block it, the aftermath of the tsunami will at least devastate a thousand miles along the coast of the Peloponnesian Peninsula. It seems he wants to use the geographical advantage, forcing you to act and continuously drain your Divine Power!"

Ladon looked seriously at the murky Sea of Okeanos, covered in mist rising and swirling, and cautioned Luo En who stood before him.

Demon Ancestor Typhon is the personified deity of "Typhoon," a symbol of terror and disaster, naturally possessing the Authority to dominate storms and tsunamis.

Besides, this old fellow didn’t just grow muscles; he also grew brains, a character of cunning and deceitfulness.

Thus, seeing Luo En and her arrival, he immediately retreated back into the Sea of Okeanos, preparing for a war of attrition.

"Hereby, with poetry and wine, I offer this sacrifice … may my blessed cup overflow …"

In the solemn chant, Luo En raised the Golden Holy Grail filled with Divine Liquid, pouring it toward the ground.

A wall of golden light emanated and surged up along the coastline of the Peloponnesian Peninsula, repelling the approaching tsunami time and again.

But, as Ladon had said, the typhoon above the sea continued to brew and the tsunami kept advancing without any sign of stopping.

The golden wall, built by Luo En’s own divinity, gradually began to flicker uncertainly and seemed on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows, feeling a headache coming on.

The civilization of the Greek world leaned more towards that of the sea, with city-states like Crete, Sparta, Athens, and Mycenae, which preserved the essence of humanity, mostly built near the sea.

Among them, the first to suffer, Crete Island, had already perished after a war with the Atlanteans; Sparta was relatively at the forefront in the Peloponnesian Peninsula, followed by Thessaly and Athens, these city-states were essentially near the estuaries, dense in population and were also in the range where tsunamis wreaked havoc.

Furthermore, the long and intricate coastline, if an emergency arose during war, even if the gods of Olympus united, it was difficult to take care of everything.

After all, their sanctuaries were not just one or two places that needed looking after.

After estimating the time briefly, Luo En glanced back at the faint outlines of the cities behind him, his fingers sketching out a Resonance Technique that connected with War God Mountain.

"How are things on your end?"

"News has spread out, the city-states along the coast are opening their city gates, urgently gathering the population from towns and villages, and those needing evacuation in the cities have already begun converging at the major altars. There, the Authority of the Chief Gods offers protection, and it should not be easily breached," Athena’s voice came through from the Magic Circle Diagram.

After a pause, Athena continued thoughtfully.

"Besides, we had provided an early warning, the Chief Gods of the various city-states had some preparations, and now they are mobilizing all city forces to urgently construct coastal defenses, engraving Magic Circle Diagrams to intercept the tsunami landing."

"That’s good."

Luo En sighed in relief, his brow relaxing slightly.

Facing an enemy like Typhon the Titan King, he must give his all, and by then he might not be able to look after the human city-states on the Peloponnesian Peninsula.

Even without Typhon specifically targeting them, the aftermath of their battle would be a great catastrophe for those humans.

Therefore, it was imperative for the other gods of Olympus and the human city-states to be well-prepared, so he could act with peace of mind.

However, the fact that Athens was able to quickly mobilize the enthusiasm of city-states along its route, making almost all the city-states of the Peloponnesian Peninsula obedient to the commands of War God Mountain and forcing each city-state’s chief god to assist, is enough to prove the effectiveness of the cultural victory strategy that he and Athens had implemented.

Of course, the lingering threat of Demon Ancestor Typhon, who nearly soloed Olympus back in the day, was also a significant reason.

Today, on the Sea of Okeanos, the towering waves are visible to anyone not blind, and few chief gods wish to lose their lands of faith, nor do many humans despise having a longer life.

Thus, under the dual pressures of oracle and crisis, the evacuation of the entire Peloponnesian Peninsula’s population was proceeding in an orderly manner.

To be safe, Luo En thought for a moment and then solemnly reminded Athena.

"When necessary, open the Sanctuary to allow refugees to flee to Athens."

Compared to Apollo’s Sparta and Aphrodite’s Cyprus, which are closer to the Sea of Okeanos, Athens was almost in the middle flank of the Peloponnesian Peninsula, surrounded by several layers of island arcs that could effectively divide the giant waves and reduce the strength of tsunamis, and its defense system was also extremely tight.

Moreover, after a long period of stealthy development, Athens had a leading number in both deities and heroes among the city-states.

Facing an uncontrollable disaster, relocating the old, weak, sick, and disabled, who could easily drag down the situation, to the rear to protect the viable force was the most prudent approach.

"Don’t worry, it’s already being done!"

Athena responded solemnly, as a dazzling column of light shot up from above the grand altar of the Acropolis of Athens, igniting the stars one by one.

At the same time, members of the Dionysian Sect in remote villages that had not yet received the news walked to announce and set up temporary altars.

One by one, the golden red blood beads emitting a wine fragrance were offered on high platforms, crazily sucking in surrounding magic power factors and attracting nearby soil and rocks, solidifying them into a giant arch with a height of about a hundred meters and a diameter of more than ten zhang.

As the archway was completed, the blood beads dispersed, forming lines of Hermes Script, engraved on either side of the door frame, and tender green grapevines broke through the soil, entwining around the door frame.

Inside the hollow door, a silver-gray watery light membrane gradually formed, vaguely revealing a vast valley and a large team of soldiers on alert, guiding newcomers. Rows of tents and camps were also taking shape.

When the light patterns stabilized, numerous light-formed doves flew out from the stone door in the center, cooing, conveying divine orders.

Those evacuees who had overcome their fears, mustered their courage and stepped through the door, experienced a brief trance, and found themselves suddenly arriving in the area beyond the door.

Gazing around, War God Mountain and the grand Acropolis of Athens towered mightily overhead, and the fragrance of the soil and vegetation underfoot was so surreal.

However, there was no time to appreciate and explore, as those relocating as soon as they stepped past the stone door, were either driven or guided into the camp by Athens’ soldiers along the way for refuge.

In just over ten minutes, the previously quiet and empty valley became noisy and bustling.

Ordinary humans without divine power or special talents, carrying their families and all that they owned, entered this temporary refuge, which seemed like a haven from the outside world. A heart hanging in suspense was finally set at ease as they knelt excitedly on the ground, kissing the verdant grass beneath their feet.

Thankful for the mercy of that shepherd, these mortal ants have not been forsaken.

"Because our god loves all people, his blood runs thicker than water, linking him to our bloodline…"

The Dionysian Sect members walked among the crowd, distributing supply packs and calming sweet wine to the migrants while chanting their own chief deity’s teachings.

And after receiving food and tents, the old, weak, sick, and disabled from all the remote villages felt an unexplained peace of mind, seemingly grasping a deeper understanding of this proclamation.

—The wine is the blood of the gods; drinking from this cup signifies establishing a connection with the merciful deity.

—From now on, our blood runs thicker than water, our bloodlines are connected!

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At this moment, Luo En, who was on the Sea of Okeanos coast countering the tsunamis and hurricanes, seemed to hear countless prayers and praises in the unknown, like a river of golden faith transforming into divine liquid flooding into his heart, rapidly replenishing his depleted divine power and divinity.

Meanwhile, the golden curtain wall constructed by the Holy Grail also reached its limit, ultimately shattering under the relentless assault of hurricanes and waves.

"The timing is just right..."

Luo En murmured lightly, pulling the spear of nation creation from the ground, gazing towards Typhon amidst the storm and huge waves.

The evacuation of personnel and the establishment of a new defense system obviously couldn’t drag on indefinitely, so he gave the city-states about three hours to prepare. Beyond this time limit, those who had not entered the various local shelters could only fend for themselves.

Next, it was time to have a heartfelt discussion with this Demon Ancestor.

Luo En’s eyes flashed as he leaped onto Ladon’s back, guiding Typhon’s offspring to plunge into the raging waves and storm.

Seeing his old nemesis approaching straight for him, Typhon growled low, stepped forward to meet the fight, his vertical eyes shimmering with a cunning and sinister cold light.

The plan, succeeded!

Meanwhile, in Thessaly.

"Boom—!"

A familiar rumble sounded, and thousands of giants emerged from the dark crevasses, standing tall on the earth and casting terrifying shadows over the human city.

Leading these giants was none other than Titan King Cronus, crowned with a halo.

Seeing the monstrous creatures appear before him, King Admetos looked at the few heroes beside him, his heart sinking into despair.

This was the end!