Dug Up the Wrong Grave? 1/2

Starry Sky Mountain Range, Machine God Corridor Hall.

"Your Highness, we have searched the entire Olympus but have not found any trace of those foreigners. Do you think we should contact the Sea God Temple Atlantis and the Ocean Gods of Thetis Island to screen the entire area and increase the search efforts?"

An Olympus guard, leaning on his sword and shield, knelt before the throne to report the situation and offer his suggestions.

The main defensive force of the [Giant God Ocean] consists of three layers, one on the outside and one on the inside.

The Ten Great Kingdom Islands centered Ocean Gods of Thetis Island, the continent of Atlantis with the Sea God Temple at its head, and the interstellar mountains with Olympus as their ultimate core.

The first two are more inclined towards the system of the Old Greek Gods, and the power of change is more in the hands of Olympus.

However, the [True Body Machine God] in the Machine God Corridor has another important use and should not be used rashly. Therefore, Olympus is lacking in generals but not soldiers.

The ocean current gods who gathered on the Thetis Island and swore allegiance to the Taiga gods, as well as the Sea God Temple god's guards who were in accordance with the will of the sea god, could make up for this.

"Do you want to die?! Notifying them is tantamount to telling the God of Death right now that we've thrown away the offerings!"

"Take action now, there's still time to salvage the situation. Otherwise, well, at worst I'll be stripped of my authority, but you won't be so lucky."

Triton, seated at the table, gave a cold snort, then sighed and offered some words of comfort.

"Fine, I'll transfer a license for the [Chaos Terminal - Chaos] to you. As long as they remain in Olympus, we'll have a chance to make amends for our mistakes before the God of War returns."

Upon hearing this, the Olympus guard trembled slightly, lowered his head, and dared not say another word. He then raised his hand to catch a magnetic card thrown to him by the mermaid prince and hurriedly accepted the order.

The Chaos Terminal Chaos can indeed monitor the movements of Olympus and even the entire Giant God Ocean, but only if there is no higher authorization to intercept or delete certain information.

The hall fell silent again. Triton rested his chin on his hand, his free right hand toying with a conch shell, a soft light in his eyes as his thoughts surged.

In three days, the God of War will return and Shiki begin the plan. Hopefully, everything is still in time.

Meanwhile, in the large workshop, after things were mostly arranged, Samael sat on the steps, humming a tune, and scribbling on the stone slabs.

"What's this?"

Atalanta knelt down next to Samael, rested her chin on her hand, and, seeing the writing on it, inquired with great interest.

"[Godbreaker Alliance Base], that's the name of this place."

Samael finished the last stroke, tossed aside the pebble, and handed it to his eldest sister for her to admire.

"[The Godbreaker Alliance], where heroes unite to defeat the false gods? Is that what it means?"

Atalanta glanced at it and casually asked a question.

"More or less..."

Satisfied with his perverse sense of humor, Samael answered casually, feeling a strange sense of temporal displacement at the sight before him.

"There are about two hours left before the solar energy barrier restarts during the day-night cycle..."

"Don't worry, the Argo has an access code. As long as we can get on board, there shouldn't be any problems. Besides, didn't you hear Triton say that Poseidon is busy and won't be back for at least three days? Even if we make a mistake, we'll have time to try and learn from it. But to avoid any unforeseen complications, let's play it safe and get it right the first time."

"Are you so sure that Triton will stand on our side? According to that little girl, this brother doesn't necessarily love his sister that much."

Atalanta glanced back at the mermaid Princess who was laughing and whispering with Circe and Medea, her eyes overflowing with pity and a hint of worry.

"If you really don't care, do you really think this rookie girl, who has been raised as a sacrifice since childhood and lacks even the ability to protect herself, can swagger around the triple defenses, evade the patrols of the Deep Sea Fleet, and wander outside the Stormy Sea Region?"

"Well..."

At that moment, the little mermaid, puffing out her cherry lips and showing off her cheeks as the two Witch clapped their hands, had a wise gleam in her eyes. Atalanta, seeing this, coughed and turned around, speechless.

"I think it's because the festival is approaching, That King was hoping that once this little girl ran away, she wouldn't come back. But who would have thought that she would actually go out for a few strolls and then turn around and walk right back into his trap?"

At this point, Samael couldn't help but mentally criticize this mermaid Princess whose intelligence was questionable.

However, since there is still plenty of time to prepare before breaking through, it is quite necessary to chat a bit to dispel the doubts of teammates.

Of course, besides psychological comfort, there are also psychological ones...

In a dark corner, a claw slid down Atalanta's shoulder, back, and tailbone, eventually grasping and gently stroking the furry tail.

The Huntress, whose tail had been touched, trembled slightly, like a cat startled by its owner's sudden attack. However, the resistance lasted only a moment before subsiding again. Atalanta merely bit her lower lip, her rosy cheeks flushed and alluring, clearly having tacitly approved of this mischief.

Perhaps Atalanta's bold move here wasn't solely motivated by a desire for psychological comfort.

However, just as the two figures were getting closer in the darkness, a soft cough came from around the corner.

Hearing the noise, Atalanta turned around and saw the person's face. Like a cat with its fur standing on end, she felt inexplicably guilty and hurriedly jumped away. She made up a lame excuse and pretended to be calm as she slipped away along the wall.

"So, what do you want from me?"

Samael rolled his eyes, his gaze resentful.

The moon goddess, pulling Orion along, emerged gracefully from the darkness, her mocking smile towards the believers fading, her expression gradually darkening.

"Unexpectedly, before we even heard from Paradise Island, we've already unearthed Atlantis, which my uncle has painstakingly built up."

"Isn't this a long-standing tradition of the King of Gods family—harmonious family and loving brothers..."

Samael spoke sarcastically, his smile mocking, and his words inevitably revealed a deep-seated turmoil.

They weren't fools; they could guess the true meaning behind Poseidon's creation of Atlantis: to smoothly replace the Olympian Divine Pantheon after overthrowing Zeus's rule!

The naming of the Ten Great Kingdom Islands and the Stardushan Mountains, though only a glimpse, is enough to prove his ambition to rise above the gods.

The Olympus [True Body Machine God], created in imitation of the Twelve Olympian Gods, is a direct tool for achieving this goal.

He had gone to great lengths to conceal his identity in order to uncover Zeus's trump card, but unexpectedly, he had first unearthed the hidden secrets of his ally Poseidon.

Tsk, as expected, none of the three Zeus brothers are easy to deal with.

Forget it, let's spoil it in advance and give Mount of Ares a heads-up. After all, Poseidon will only show his fangs after we've dealt with a tiger for its skin.

This gain is better than nothing, I suppose.

After months of hard work, Samael and Artemis realized they had dug in the wrong direction and accidentally dug up Poseidon instead of Zeus. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

What kind of mess is this?!

"Can you old folks just shut up? Give the opportunity to the younger generation!" Gu She thought to himself, righteously indignant.