Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"wrong."

In the center of the ruins of the city, Ambrochus quietly listened to the narration of 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 suspicious of Odin's so-called God King.

But putting truth and falsehood aside, Ambrochus raised his own doubts about the matter itself.

"Deception...you said he deceived you, leading to the destruction of the entire clan."

"But how can you trust an outsider in a matter of life and death?"

"Even the closest allies are not defenseless. What's more, according to your words, you are not friends in the first place."

"……I have no idea."

"Because Odin's deception was originally beyond everyone's expectations. Even the leader of the Warner Clan could not have expected this scene to happen."

"In the past tens of thousands of years, Odin, in the eyes of everyone, would never betray his allies on the battlefield."

"He swore to his own spear that he would never retreat, and even Niord never doubted him."

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

"'It was Odin, but maybe it was more than just Odin. He knew it, or maybe he didn't realize it yet.'"

"That day, the great Her Majesty Gurweg told me this after learning the news. Then she left with the last remaining gods of the Gods and never came back."

The voice was still calm, and the shadow smiled and told the history.

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

Yes, but not just, what does this mean... Putting his useless thoughts aside, Ambrochus continued to ask.

"What about Odin, if he were still alive, where do you think he would be?"

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

"Even in a sense, he may no longer be in the remains of the Nine Realms."

"That's good."

Ambrochus subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't feel ashamed at all.

Although I don’t know how much the other party’s position as ‘God King’ is, he is probably a true god no matter what.

With just one divine weapon, the prince is not that inflated.

"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 herself as an outsider?

"For no reason, serving the gods and descendants of gods is the value I was created for."

"The Warner Protoss is no longer here, but as you still have the bloodline of the Ocean Gods, you are also qualified to live here."

"This is the rule set by the leader of the God Clan, Xia and the Sea God Niord."

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

The latter two were sent to Asgard as hostages in the armistice, while the wise giant Mimir was the exchanger given to Vanaheim by Asgard.

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

Therefore, the rune stones of Vanaheim can absorb the energy of sunlight, and even the realm itself fell to the sea and became connected with Poseidon.

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

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

The prince did not know the reason behind it 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 pure land that could accommodate them.

"sure."

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

"You can come with me and 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."

Nodding slightly, Projection responded calmly.

As long as it complies with its rules, it has no choice but to reject it.

As for the remaining things here, if the Gods are still there, they can definitely make the same thing again.

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

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Tear--

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

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

Obviously, for these mortals, they are still far from recovering from the pressure from the previous overturn.

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

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

Compared with when we walked, the waves in the sea were already more violent.

When the present world loses the gods in charge of storms and earthquakes, then in the future, their corresponding laws will inevitably become restless little by little.

Somebody had to take over the burden, or find a way to stabilize it with something - which, of course, was not difficult.

But these have nothing to do with Ambrosius... The prince stepped on the swaying deck and felt slightly relieved.

I don’t know 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.

Waving his hand to close the space portal behind him, this is the prince's new ability.

From this moment on, Ambrosius has the qualifications to open the gate of Vanaheim.

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

As long as he is near the East China Sea, he can use this to return to that world. Even through some methods, he can change the location of the exit and move the direction of the entire interface.

In fact, the prince does intend to do so.

The East China Sea is still too noisy. If possible, he will move to the west of the continent.

"Your Highness... Have we succeeded?"

Returning to the familiar place, the prince's mood relaxed a little.

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

However, after going back and forth, they finally have a place to go.

It's just that the prince is still undecided whether it is 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 of the story told by that spirit."

Trembling slightly, [Sea King Trident] did not hide its shortcomings.

After all, it really didn't know much about the so-called Vanaheim.

God King Odin, God of Sunlight, another sea god, gods who can "die in battle"...

It had never heard of these, so it was naturally difficult to make a decision.

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

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

"Without the protection of God, the blood of God in your body is the source of your misfortune."

"Hide in Vanaheim, with your subjects."

"You can reproduce there and build a new country."

"And you are the first generation of kings there...even one day, you may have a chance to gain immortality."

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

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

"Get... immortality?"

Beside the trident, silently reciting this word, Ambrosius shook his head and laughed.

That is too far away. He is far from worrying about his life span.

But the trident is right. Vanaheim is his only choice.

There was a subtle sound in the distance. The prince looked up and saw that someone was about to wake up from a coma.

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

"Okay, Your Highness, I will make some preparations first - try to get there before others remember us."

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

"There are ten nobles with divine blood in this fleet that followed me. They will be my future helpers."

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

Speaking of his inner thoughts, Ambrosius was not very sad about Pylos's end, which was why he easily accepted the Trident's statement.

Because most of the people who stayed there could not understand his thoughts, except for these soldiers who had dealt with the Athenians a lot.

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

No matter sooner or later, this day was about to come.

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

Even the gods themselves can't take care of themselves, let alone believers.

The Trident has no answer to this question.

"Speaking of which, since I'm ready to live in another place, there's no need for me to keep the name Pyrrhus."

"And [Vanaheim] doesn't know if there are any enemies. Although the spirit said there are none, who can tell for sure?"

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

The trident circled in the air and agreed.

The prince just smiled. He would naturally give up on such matters.

"No, and it's not my decision."

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

"Hmm..."

After a slight silence, the artifact, which had just been born, seemed to be moved.

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

So what kind of name would be worthy of its status...After racking his brains, at a certain moment, the trident had a flash of inspiration.

It remembered that Poseidon, who was very vengeful, had searched for news about the spirit world for a while, but it ended up in vain.

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

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 plan to move the entrance and exit of this interface to the west of the continent, to a place far away from Olympus."

"This is a good idea, but in this case, this interface will be called "Xizhou" from now on."

"I hope you can grow stronger in the future and make its status comparable to another continent."

"And the name of your country..."

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

"The name of your country, let's call it [Atlantis]."

According to the knowledge Poseidon once 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 interfaces, lost gods and civilizations, this is their portrayal.

Of course, this is just now.

One day, they will face the world again.

And the [Sea Emperor Trident] is still a symbol of the power of the sea.