Myth: I am God!

Chapter 120 Poseidon

The Argos front can be roughly divided into two.

One is the western front.

That is, the location of Canaan and Mycenae, resisting the attacks of Corinth, Athens, and the northern city-states.

Led by Perseus and supported by Isaac of Canaan.

Second, the southern front.

It was led by Pan, the commander of the Argos War, and the second prince.

They were stationed in the fortresses in the south, where they were facing off against the Spartan army.

However, what's strange is that the Spartan army at most exerted pressure, stationing and deploying troops on the frontier; even when they did engage in battle, it was only small-scale probing with a few hundred or a few thousand men...

According to rumors.

Sparta was led by a man who claimed to be Ares, the god of war, descended to earth, yet their approach was so steady, even somewhat passive and averse to war.

This makes it hard to associate with the God of War.

However, upon hearing of Perseus and Isaac's repeated victories and the fall of fortresses and city-states on the western front, Pan was content to maintain the status quo... If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either.

Pan was getting older, and he had lost the drive and recklessness of his youth. However, over the years, his understanding of war had deepened, especially after he took on the position of war commander.

Gradually, he was no longer a reckless brute who relied solely on his personal bravery.

Rather, they are outstanding generals who can understand the battlefield situation and make reasonable troop deployments...

then.

When there was no major movement on the southern front, he issued an order to the entire army: "Defend the city, do not move, and observe the situation."

However, on the southern front, apart from the war commander-in-chief, Pan...

Dicttis's second son, also known as the second prince.

Although he was nominally required to obey Pan's orders as deputy commander-in-chief, he was still in a position to serve as deputy commander-in-chief.

But he is a prince...

After hearing of Perseus's outstanding achievements on the western front...

He was impatient; the more battles Perseus won, the further he would be from the throne.

That biased old man in the house has completely sided with Perseus.

Therefore, the second prince can only obtain the throne by relying on the army and other support.

Military merit and prestige are the foundation of everything.

He once went to the commander's tent several times a day, loudly questioning this old minister: "When exactly are we going to launch our attack?"

"Are we just going to let my brother fight alone while we do nothing?!"

Each time, Pan would cross his arms, lean on his spear, and coldly repeat the military order: "Defend the city, do not move, observe the situation."

The second prince was so angry at Pan's stubbornness that he jumped up and down.

He even tried several times to draw his sword and use his princely authority to force Pan to change the military order.

But when he thought of this legendary brute who had followed the hero Aramishia and whose strength far surpassed that of ordinary golden warriors, he silently put down his sword.

However, with frequent reports of victories on the western front, coupled with the encouragement of the Brotherhood of Mordor, the Second Prince could no longer sit still... The Brotherhood claimed that they had secretly turned a high-ranking Spartan general against him, and that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

So, after repeatedly reporting the matter to Pan to no avail.

In a fit of anger, the second prince disobeyed military orders.

He secretly led an army of 10,000 out of the camp.

They charged into the Spartans' impenetrable defenses.

Western Front, Nemean Plain, Mycenae.

Isaac had another tuft of white hair. The miraculous fireball he had used not long ago had still damaged his body. Although almost 90% of it had been healed by the [Breath of the Purple Robe], it had still diminished a portion of his life force.

But for Isaac, it wasn't a big deal. He was still young and could live a long time. Losing a little lifespan wasn't a big deal. Even if he died, it would just be going to heaven and reuniting with his father.

Of the enemy's 50,000 troops, fewer than 5,000 were actually killed, but approximately 10,000 were wounded or burned, and many more were traumatized and rendered incapable of fighting...

After that, Isaac used the power of the Oracle's Eye to melt the ice that had frozen Mycenae and used the Breath of the Yew to heal the five or six surviving soldiers who were still suffering from frostbite or were crippled.

Although the [Breath of the Purple Robe] cannot directly regrow the body, as long as the body still exists, it can be easily reattached by using that ability at the site of the wound. As a result, soldiers who had lost fingers or feet to frostbite experienced a complete dispelling of the chill and a return of warmth to their bodies when they saw their bodies reattached and restored...

Their eyes were filled with tears.

At that moment, they finally understood why Saint Zach was so sincere towards the Messiah and so devout to God...

Because at this moment... they are thinking the same thoughts as Zach when he was dying back then.

They are one.

Miracles of life are far more unforgettable than destruction.

Those who witnessed the flames might see Isaac as a demon of fire or worship him as a god; they might feel fear or awe, but ultimately be overwhelmed by new fears...

Those whom Isaac dealt with in the cold would see him as a savior.

They will be revered, cherished, and never forgotten for a lifetime.

They even pass on this kindness to their children.

Let them remember this...

A debt of gratitude that can never be repaid.

Perseus was fighting on the front lines.

Isaac provided timely support from the rear and ensured the safety of Canaan.

The two brothers worked together to form a tacit tactical system that was both offensive and defensive.

This caused the combined forces of Corinth and Athens to suffer repeated defeats.

At that moment, no one paid attention to the figure dressed in a tattered gray robe and holding a broken cane, looking like a refugee or beggar, who had come to Canaan from other places, mingling among the displaced people.

Several thousand soldiers were stationed in the wilderness of Canaan.

They cooperated with the Canaanites, carefully searching the group of refugees and displaced people who had traveled from afar.

Some soldiers, seeing the dirty refugees, looked at them with disgust. One of them asked the Canaanite priests, utterly puzzled, "Why are you taking in these refugees?"

"They're so fussy, and they can't do anything right!"

Some of the older men answered the soldiers earnestly, saying, "This is the Messiah's will..."

"The Canaanites initially migrated there due to natural disasters."

"Does our occupation of this place mean the end of hope for those who also migrated here because of the war?"

"As long as they keep the Nine Commandments and are regularly judged and supervised by the adjudicating pastor."

"Then we can settle in Canaan..."

The soldiers listened and nodded thoughtfully.

At this time.

The pastor who was questioning and searching the refugees appeared to have gotten into an argument with one of them.

The soldiers carried their weapons and went up to observe—

He was an old man, wearing a gray, tattered robe. His thinning hair hung loosely over his shoulders, and his beard was always wet, like a sticky, disgusting snotty nose.

"I've said it before, I don't believe in any god..."

"I come from Atlantis..."

"Because he angered my king, he was exiled..."

The old man roared hoarsely, his eyes deep blue.

The priests exchanged bewildered glances: "Atlantis? What's that?"

Have you heard of it?

Everyone shook their heads.

Upon seeing this, the pastor said, "We cannot verify your identity; you cannot enter Canaan..."

And this time.

Among the refugees was a neatly dressed man who resembled a scholar.

They stepped forward.

He seemed very curious about the old man who claimed to be from "Atlantis," and he eagerly stepped forward to ask, "Old man!"

"Are you really from Atlantis?"

"Does that legendary kingdom really exist?"

"Could you tell me exactly where Atlantis is?"

The old man looked like a vagrant beggar.

However, his attitude was extremely arrogant. He said to the scholar in a rude tone, "Just keep going west until you see the sea, and there's land on the sea..."

That is Atlantis.

The scholar was overjoyed upon hearing this, as if he had found money.

He immediately pulled a medal from his robes and said to the priest, "Your Excellency, I am a senior scholar, philosopher, and poet from Athens..."

"I swear to you with all the knowledge and wisdom I have accumulated throughout my life..."

"Atlantis exists!"

"That must be a country far greater and more civilized than Athens!"

at the same time.

In that far west, in a cave where the earth meets the underworld, a coiled, twisting monster with the lower half of a snake and the upper half of a human suddenly opened its eyes.

It seems to be in the dark.

She heard the call from the priests of Athens—

Poseidon lost all his divine powers...

"Walking on the earth..."

"In the name of Athena, let us seek revenge."

"He is on the Nemean Plain."

"He is under the protection of a thousand armies."

He is in Argos...