Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator.

Chapter 506 Atlantis

"wrong."

In the center of the city ruins, Ambrox listened quietly to the story told by the shadow in front of him.

He didn't care about the life or death of the God-King. In fact, the prince was very skeptical about Odin's title of God-King.

But putting the truth aside for now, Ambrox raised his own questions about the matter itself.

"Deceived... You said he deceived you, leading to the destruction of the entire tribe."

"But how can you trust an outsider when it comes to matters of life and death?"

"Even the closest allies are not defenseless, not to mention that from what you said, you were never friends."

"……I have no idea."

"Because Odin's deception was beyond everyone's expectations. Even the leader of the Vanir could not have foreseen this happening."

"For tens of thousands of years, Odin was considered by everyone to be someone who would never betray his allies on the battlefield."

"He swore to his lance that he would never retreat, and not even Njord doubted him."

"But this is the result. Because of his deception, the entire God Clan turned into dust..."

"'That's Odin, but maybe it's more than just Odin. He knows it, or he doesn't realize it yet'."

"That day, the great Gulveig told me this after hearing the news. Then she and the last remaining gods of the Protoss left and never came back."

The voice remained calm, and the shadow told the history with a smile.

Just listening to the other party's story, the prince felt a chill in his heart.

Yes, but not only that, what does this mean... Putting aside the useless thoughts, Ambrox continued to ask.

"What about Odin, if he's still alive, where do you think he is?"

"I don't know, at least not in Vanaheim."

"In a sense, he may no longer be in the wreckage of the Nine Realms."

"That's good."

Ambrox breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, but he didn't feel ashamed.

Although I don't know how much truth there is in his title of 'God King', he is probably a real god after all.

The prince was not that inflated with just a divine weapon.

"What about you? Why did you appear in front of me?"

After going around in circles, Ambrosius finally asked the last question.

The other party seems to be the original resident of this interface, so what does she think of me, an outsider?
"No reason. Serving the gods and their descendants is the value I was created for."

"The Vanir clan is no longer here, but you, who have the blood of the ocean gods, are also qualified to live here."

"This is the rule set by the leader of the gods, Xia, and the sea god Niolder."

Njord, god of summer and sea, leader of the Vanir, and father of Frey, god of sunlight and fertility, and Freya, goddess of beauty.

The latter two were sent to Asgard as hostages for a ceasefire, while the intelligent giant Mimir was an exchange given by Asgard to Vanaheim.

Among them, Frey's sword went through many twists and turns, and finally carried the essence of Chaos' sun and was inserted at the foot of Mount Olympus.

So the rune stone of Vanaheim can absorb the energy of sunlight, and even this realm itself fell into the sea and established a connection with Poseidon.

"So, I have the right to use this place and I am also qualified to bring others in."

"And you will try your best to help me?"

The prince didn't know the reason behind this at the moment, but this did not affect his understanding of the meaning of the projection in front of him.

When he first came here, he was just looking for a piece of pure land that could accommodate them.

"of course can."

"But there are some things here that only gods and their descendants can use."

"You can come with me to take a look. They should be of some help to you."

"If you want to rebuild this place, they might be able to help you a lot."

He nodded gently, the projection responding calmly.

As long as it complies with its rules, there is no rejection of this option for it.

As for what's left here, if the gods were still around, they could make the same things again.

But since they have been destroyed long ago, there is no point in keeping them.

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In the rolling sea, the seemingly huge fleet is like sand scattered on the ground.

The crew member fainted on the deck, his clothes were already wet.

Obviously, for these mortals, they are still far from recovering from the pressure that came before.

I don’t know how long it took, but at a certain moment, a gap appeared in the void.

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

Compared to when we left, the waves in the sea have become more violent.

When the world loses the gods who control storms and earthquakes, then in the future, their corresponding laws will inevitably become increasingly turbulent.

God must take up the burden, or find a way to stabilize it with something - which, of course, is not difficult.

But none of this had anything to do with Ambrosius... The prince stepped onto the shaking deck and felt a little relieved.

No one knew when the vision brought by the God King of the Sky disappeared without a trace.

There is no doubt that the fight there may be over.

He waved his hand to close the space portal behind him. This was the prince's new ability.

From this moment on, Ambrosius was qualified to open the gate of Vanaheim.

Although in terms of strength, he is still far from the level to refine and control this interface, but this does not affect his use of this insignificant authority.

As long as he was near the East China Sea, he could use this to return to that world. He could even use certain methods to change the location of the exit and move the entire interface.

In fact, the prince did intend to do so.

The East China Sea was still too noisy, so if possible, he would move to the west of the continent.

"Your Highness... have we succeeded?" Returning to the familiar place, the prince felt a little more relaxed.

Although he had been protected by the artifact before, Ambrosius was still nervous.

But after all this back and forth, they finally had somewhere to go.

But the prince was still undecided as to whether it was feasible.

"Success... sort of."

"I don't have any experience in this area."

"Those past memories can only increase my knowledge, but this is the first time I've heard the story told by that spirit."

Trembling slightly, [Trident of Poseidon] failed to conceal its shortcomings.

After all, it really knows nothing about the so-called Vanaheim.

Odin, the god of sunlight, another god of the sea, a god who can die in battle...

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It has never heard of these, so it is naturally difficult for it to make a decision.

But they had no other choice at the moment, so in the end, Trident gave a positive answer.

"Just go here. Without Poseidon, you can't protect me at all."

"Without God's protection, the blood of God in your body will be the source of your misfortune."

"Escape to Vanaheim, with your subjects."

"You can multiply there and establish a new nation."

"And you are the first generation king there... one day, you may even have a chance to gain eternal life."

Shaking slightly, although it is just a weapon, the trident also has its appeal.

It doesn't want to be used casually by people anymore. It also wants to be believed in and worshipped on a high altar.

"Get... eternal life?"

Next to the trident, Ambrosius silently recited the word and shook his head and laughed.

That is still too far away, and he is far from worrying about his life span now.

But Trident was right, Vanaheim was his only choice.

There was a slight noise in the distance. The prince looked up and saw someone about to wake up from a coma.

Even if it was just to appease people, he had to do something.

"Okay, Your Highness, I'll go make some preparations first - try to get there before anyone else remembers us."

"Since Pylos was destroyed by earthquakes, storms, and floods, only we can continue it."

"In this fleet that followed me, there are ten nobles with divine blood flowing in their veins. They will be my helpers in the future."

"I think as long as they feel the changes in the blood in their bodies, they will not refuse my request."

Speaking of his inner thoughts, Ambrosius was not actually very sad about Pyrrhus's fate, which is why he easily accepted the trident's statement.

Because most of the people who stayed there could not understand his ideas, except for the soldiers who had many dealings with the Athenians.

The only thing that made the prince feel a little regretful was his father, but the other party was already old.

Whether sooner or later, this day was coming.

"I don't know if my father can return to the kingdom of the gods in this state."

Even God himself can’t take care of himself, let alone believers.

Trident has no answer to this question either.

"Now that I'm ready to move to another place, there's no need for me to keep the name Pyrrhus."

"And Vanaheim doesn't know if there are any more enemies. Even though the spirit said there aren't any, who can really tell?"

"You're right, so do you have any idea?"

After circling in the air, the Trident expressed its approval.

The prince just smiled. Naturally, he would give in on such matters.

"No, and it's not for me to decide."

"Only you have the qualification to name a kingdom and a world."

"Um……"

There was a slight silence, and the artifact, which had just gained consciousness, seemed to be moved.

Indeed, this is something that even Poseidon had never done before.

So what kind of name is worthy of its status... After racking his brains, at a certain moment, the Trident came to mind.

It remembered that the vengeful Poseidon had searched for news about the spirit world for a while, but in the end nothing came of it.

But in the process, he came into contact with the language of the spiritual world.

And among those unsystematic words, there seems to be one that is very suitable for the current situation.

"I remember you mentioned to me just now that in order to avoid the gods and troubles, you planned to move the entrance and exit of this interface to the west of the continent, to a place far away from Olympus."

"That's a good idea, but if that's the case, then this interface will be called 'Xizhou' from now on."

"I hope you can grow it in the future and make it as powerful as another state."

"And the name of your country..."

After hesitating for a moment, Trident finally gave his answer.

"The name of your country should be called Atlantis."

According to the knowledge Poseidon had collected, this word seems to be understood as 'lost', 'ideal', and 'wrapped in the ocean'.

Trident feels that this description is very reasonable: lost artifacts and gods, lost interface, lost descendants of gods and civilization, this is how they are portrayed.

Of course, this is just now.

One day, they will face the world again.

The [Trident of Poseidon] is still a symbol of the power of the sea.

(End of this chapter)