The Greece Antagonist

The black fleet from Atlantis sliced through the waves on the surface of the sea, unstoppable in its advance.

With golden hair and clad in bronze fish-scale armor, the mer-prince Triton, who had gills behind his ears, stepped onto the deck of the foremost warship. He pulled out a gold conch shell, put it to his lips, took a deep breath, and blew with all his might.

"Woo—!"

A long, mournful blast of the horn sounded, desolate yet rich, like a magnificent harmonious orchestra.

He was the son of Sea King Poseidon and Queen of the Sea Amphitrite, the Messenger of the Sea, and the origin of the term "Sea Guard," responsible for commanding the entire military of Atlantis.

Just like his father Poseidon, Triton also carried a Trident, but his unique accessory was a conch shell, used to summon or calm the waves and currents.

Sure enough, as the melody rose, the clouds parted, and brilliant sunlight poured over the sea.

The hulls of the black fleet as well as the armor of the Atlanteans reflected a chilling, harsh light.

Metal warships?

Luo En, who witnessed this scene from afar, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and his gaze slightly froze.

Their level of civilization had actually evolved to this extent! Even if there were technologies and spellcraft from the Golden Age, the disparity in the level of civilization was too outrageous, wasn't it?

Moreover, it was said that every human of the Golden Age, after reaching adulthood, had power close to that of a demigod; they were the rightful descendants of divinity.

Luo En casually glanced over and saw that the entire fleet was enveloped in a luminous pattern of divinity, almost shining like a dense cluster of stars. Stay tuned for updates on empire

No, that's not right!

—It was real light!

"Get down!"

Catching sight of brilliant beams of light, streaking straight towards Crete Island, Luo En's face changed drastically, and he immediately turned and bellowed.

Out of trust built over several months, King Minos and the thousands of soldiers atop the walls of Knossos unanimously lowered their statures and urgently sprawled against the wall.

In an instant, dazzling bands of light arrived in a flash, colliding fiercely with the divine barrier enveloping the outskirts of Crete Island, bursting into blinding, splendorous auroras.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous tremor that shook heavens and earth, the entire Crete Island rocked violently, and the golden barrier in the sky was torn apart by a massive breach.

Then, the beams of light, undiminished in their momentum, swept over the Cretan mountain range like sharp swords, shearing off hundreds of meters from the towering peaks!

In that moment, the ground shook, and the mountains rumbled; countless rocks melted to form dark red magma that flowed unrestrained up and down the mountains, sending up billows of thick smoke.

Luo En turned back, his gaze sweeping over the thoroughly altered Cretan mountain range, then turned to look deeply at the shimmering "stars" above the sea.

The source of such astonishing destructive power was a number of special devices erected on the decks.

—They were hexahedral (with a hexagonal cross-section) massive, column-shaped structures made of a glass-like substance, with the center of the construction embedded with magnets carved with dense, complex runes, seemingly capable of absorbing sunlight and the ether in the air, transforming them into high-purity energy beams.

Legend had it that the Atlanteans not only had the civilization to develop light into a power source but also possessed technology that could regenerate the human body and maintain everlasting youth.

The several special towers located in the center of the Atlantis Continent could concentrate and amplify light energy, transmitting it in an intense glare too bright to behold, spreading it across the world.

Therefore, the lost civilization of Atlantis was also known as the "Age of Light."

However, upon seeing those tower-like structures composed of giant reflective mirrors, Luo En's first thought was of something called a "Prism Tower."

It, too, was comprised of giant prisms, operating on the principle of firing laser-like beams of light to strike down enemies, and bore a striking resemblance to the divine technology before his eyes.

Moreover, with such high-tech content, the accuracy and range of these devices like the Prism Tower were naturally impeccable.

That's why the strike that hit the uninhabited mountains of Crete wasn't a miss; it was intentional by the Atlanteans.

—The Atlanteans were establishing their authority, not just to conquer Crete Island but also to intimidate those restless marine deities.

Indeed, the sad events had shaken Poseidon's position as the Sea King to its core.

And that's why, like a gambler red in the eyes, he put forth all his belongings in an attempt to reclaim his former glory.

Yet this move played right into the hands of certain individuals.

No wonder Zeus harbored such dread for these Gold humans who, according to legend, survived the cataclysmic flood...

With such an ace up his sleeve, Poseidon had not only the power to deter the sea deities but also some clout to challenge Olympus.

Luo En's face was all compliments, but his eyes gleamed with the anticipation of schadenfreude.

"Is this all the Atlanteans have got?"

At that moment, King Minos didn't even glance at the burning mountains of Crete behind him; he switched the bronze spear in his hand for a Gold scepter and slammed it mightily into the ground while laughing loudly.

Suddenly, with the entire island of Crete quaking, the unsealed bronze giant, Talos, stood erect upon the earth, and its chest-mounted Essence Fluid Cannon fired a beam of light dozens of meters in diameter, sweeping across the vast seas.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Instaneously, three unsuspecting black metal warships exploded with terrifying force, turning into a beautiful fireworks display as their wreckage slowly sank to the ocean floor.

Watching the imposing bronze giant standing on the land, Luo En couldn't help but purse his lips, his gaze shifting to the Gold scepter.

Initially, King Minos had gifted the object to him.

But considering the old man's current state of health, he had returned it, so it could be used when necessary to make the play seem more realistic.

However, activating the bronze giant, Talos, inevitably required the stimulation of Divine Power.

This also meant that the flame of his dwindling Life was beginning to burn, leaving no room for turning back.

A magnificent curtain call was already sounding its prelude.

At this time, the thousands of Minos Soldiers left behind, upon witnessing the Atlantis Fleet suffer a setback, couldn't help but beat their shields and let out brazen laughter.

The Sea King Poseidon, who intended to make a show of strength, turned a shade of purplish-blue with rage.

He decided that once he took control of Crete Island and subjugated the Minosians, he would certainly let this stubborn old man taste the punishment of the deep sea!

At that moment, under his displeased father's gaze, young Prince Triton, who was the vanguard of the first battle, became so enraged his face flushed red, and he immediately placed the golden conch to his lips again.

"Wooo—!"

Then, a second horn call resounded, shifting its tune dramatically, resembling the roar of a ferocious beast, moving even the Divine Power-endowed Giants.

The east wind, Euros; the west wind, Zephyrus; the south wind, Notos, and Boreas, the north wind of thick clouds and hailstones... These Deities, personified by the forces of nature, roared furiously at the command of Triton, the sea Messenger, whipping up fierce gales.

Invisible hands pulled at the black fleet on the sea surface, rapidly propelling them towards Crete Island ahead.

At the same time, legions of allied Nymphs, Deities, and monstrous creatures joined the fray under the overwhelming force of the army.

And atop the city walls, Luo En and Athena also stood up in turn, looking at each other.

It's our turn!

The wordless eye contact revealed no need for further explanation; they understood each other's intentions.

Both nodded in acknowledgment and leaped down from the tall wall. The Divine Power surging within them transformed into wings, like two interwoven rainbows charging towards the oncoming sea deities.

And as soon as she got close, Athena, with a clear target in mind, made straight for the Atlantean flagship to face off against Sea King Poseidon, mockingly quipping,

"Uncle, you came to my territory before healing up. Are you perhaps looking to offer the other one as well as a bridal price?"

It must be said that as the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena knew how to mess with people's heads and deal heavy emotional damage in the art of insult.

"You...!"

Suddenly, the lone-testicled warrior on the deck turned from pale to green with rage, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at his beaming great-niece, too angry to speak.

Immediately thereafter, an enraged Poseidon didn't say another word and, lifting his Trident, charged at Athena.

The interweaving collision of light and shadow created a series of sonic booms and Divine Power shocks, as the fight moved from the stalemated open sea to the inner sea far from the front line.

Similarly, Luo En quickly picked his opponent, brandishing his bronze sword as he charged at Nereus on the deck, cursing under his breath.