Peace Through War, Then-Fill in the Blank 2/2

Having recovered from the shock, Poseidon dared not be careless or underestimate his enemy in the slightest. He wielded his trident with the rhythmic force of the pressure from the deep sea, slashing and hacking horizontally.

Its strange deep-sea force field around it offset most of the impact, and constantly pulled and dragged the enemy's movements, causing them to distort and exacerbating the consumption of its ether.

However, the Ocean's Blessing on Samael reduced Poseidon's divine power by at least 40% to 50%.

On the contrary, the ancient serpent's time control makes the spear tip move at varying speeds, making it difficult to catch; its spatial manipulation makes its sharpness appear and disappear unpredictably, increasing its cutting power several times over; and the divine words of destiny interspersed from time to time are even more mysterious and unpredictable, making them impossible to defend against.

After dozens of encounters, Poseidon, who initially had the upper hand, gradually found himself playing more defensively than offensively. His prized deep-sea force field also became ineffective against Poseidon's inherent weaknesses.

He, who should have been good at prolonged battles, was gradually showing signs of fatigue. His opponent, on the contrary, became more and more courageous in battle. The incredible Monstrous Strength the opponent made his hands numb, and he almost lost his grip on the trident several times.

Although they had both suffered injuries, Poseidon knew that his situation was far worse than Poseidon's, as the other side possessed a beast-like intuition that allowed him to always avoid vital points.

However, by joining forces with his son-in-law Hecatoncheires Buryas, he had already purged most of the declining primordial sea gods and seized sole power.

Thus, whether it was Pontus, the first generation of sea god who had long since vanished Oceanus, the second generation of sea god whose divine authority had waned, Nereus, the weak and powerless old man of the sea, or Phorcys, the father of sea monsters who possessed only strength but lacked wisdom, and Eurytion, the sea Ceto, all became the building blocks upon which he laid the foundation for the Authority over the Seas.

In theory, no sea deity should have been able to so severely weaken his power.

Damn it, where did this monster come from?!

Disturbed and unable to cope, Poseidon's fighting spirit waned.

As Samael once again swung his spear to repel Poseidon, he caught a glimpse of the Ocean Gods who had secured the Ten Great Kingdom Islands nearby, and they were stirring with impatience. He knew he needed to finish the battle quickly.

The ancient serpent decisively held the spear upright in front of it, gripping the scales on the shaft with both hands. Strands of blood seeped from its palms, staining the spear and causing a surge of golden-red eerie light, while it chanted a law.

"I came from nowhere, my body like a jewel, glory, majesty, power, and authority all belong to me, my power is above, your majesty is below..."

As golden Cuneiform Rune danced and were imprinted on the gun's body, a solemn and powerful aura surged and vibrated.

"My iron wall! My fortress! Rising from the stars, ascending from the sea, never to fall! — The immortal kingdom of Atlantis!"

Poseidon sensed the terrifying power emanating from the spear tip, which was shrouded in golden lines, and quickly adjusted his posture. He held his trident horizontally in front of his chest, and his azure divine power surged wildly. A majestic temple phantom rose behind him, and the endless galaxy lit up one by one.

"Heaven's Mandate - Suppression!"

At the same time, Samael's golden wings flapped rapidly, and he instantly moved a thousand meters, landing in front of Poseidon. The dark Cross Spear in his hand shot out several meters of dark golden flames. He gave the order and, with lightning speed, slashed at the Sea King who was trying his best to defend.

"Boom!"

The golden and blue divine light exploded, scattering all the clouds within a hundred square meters. The umbrella-shaped golden and blue halo continued to spread and expand, and the two figures at the core of the battle were each sent flying backward.

"Bang!"

Poseidon, like a cannonball, crashed into the central Sea God Temple of Atlantis, leaving a trail of destruction and dust in its wake.

"Puff!"

Finally, Sea King coughed up a mouthful of Reverse Blood, staggered to his feet, his scales shattered, and golden flames faintly burned on his chest.

Click!

At the same time, the sea god sculpture behind him cracked open, its divine light dimmed, and a dense golden mist, as thick as a river, converged into Poseidon's body directly in front of him like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea.

Correspondingly, his wounds healed rapidly, and the surging azure divine power forcefully extinguished the golden flame on his chest.

Now, even the power of faith that Atlantis had accumulated over thousands of years was completely exhausted.

Just then, golden flames fell like a comet to the ground, landing in front of the half-collapsed Sea God Temple. A figure emerged from the cone-shaped pit, leaning on a spear, seemingly carrying an overwhelming shadow, encroaching on the central area of Sea God Temple.

In the final clash, he was seriously injured, while his opponent sustained minor injuries.

This is too difficult! We have to fight with all our might!

Poseidon's face darkened, and he immediately drew his trident, his eyes flashing with frustration and madness, ready to fight to the death.

"Ahem... Your Majesty... Let's... call a truce..."

As the man walked into the main hall with his spear in hand, his unexpected pause after a light cough stunned the Sea King, who looked bewildered and full of doubt.

"If we keep fighting like this, either one person will die and another will be injured, or the commotion will be so great that it will attract Zeus, and then none of us will have an easy time..."

At this moment, Samael's Gold Cloths was being repaired amidst its shattering, most of the metal feathers on his wings had fallen off, his left side was covered in frost and ice shards, and his skin had dark purple bruises, clearly showing that he was not in good shape after such an intense battle.

After all, Poseidon is located in Atlantis, giving him a natural home advantage.

Samael's achievements, including eroding the divine protection of the Ten Great Kingdom Islands, the millennia-old faith of the Atlantis Sea God Temple, and crippling Poseidon, could not have come without a price, even with the Ocean's Blessing from the Mother Goddess Tiamat.

"You're not one of Zeus's men?"

Poseidon understood the implication, and the wariness in his eyes lessened slightly, though it was still filled with apprehension and defensiveness.

"In a sense, I am Zeus's enemy. You have also gone to great lengths to plan the overthrow of Olympus. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Perhaps we should sit down and talk."

Samael's tone softened as he raised his hand to wipe the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Atlantis, and gave a meaningful smile.

It's clear that either cooperation brings mutual benefit, or it leads to mutual destruction.

Poseidon frowned and scrutinized his monstrous opponent for a long time, then paused for a moment before speaking coldly.

Why should I believe you?

It's done!

Samael's smile softened, his posture relaxed, and he even put away his Cross Spear. His lips parted in a wide grin, and a hint of Olive Branch green appeared around him.

"I come from Mount of Ares, representing the will of Athena, to see if His Majesty Poseidon is worthy of our gamble and to recommend you as the New King of Olympus."

"So, you trespassed into Atlantis, kidnapped my daughter, and destroyed my temple?"

"Those were just minor misunderstandings, insignificant compared to our great cause. After all, we're rebelling against Zeus, and this isn't child's play! If we fail, we'll either die or become fellow prisoners with Tartarus. The power of Mount of Ares is obvious; we should know the true strength of our future allies, shouldn't we?"

"Hmph, those Greek Heroes on the Argo, aren't they loyal to Zeus, but your men?"

"Come on! Athena is the 'Heroes', and most of the Argonaut Expedition have intricate connections with Mount of Ares, so I can assure you that even if they make a mistake, they won't talk nonsense. If you don't believe me, I can have them swear an oath to Goddess of Oaths Styx, to keep your secret forever."

As Samael spoke, he lowered his defenses, took the Olive Branch in hand, spread his arms, and walked toward Poseidon with a smile.

At this moment, Poseidon's hostility gradually subsided. After hesitating for a moment, he finally reached out and accepted the branch of peace.

After all, if forceful measures are ineffective in subduing the other party and cannot brutally eliminate this hidden danger, then mutually beneficial cooperation becomes very tempting.

As for how much of what the monster said was true or false, he could slowly verify it with the Mount of Ares after getting through this hurdle.

Moreover, based solely on his strength, which is no less than his own, he is qualified to sit down and have an equal conversation with this guy.

Just as Sea King was about to take the Olive Branch, Samael gripped the end of his tail, smiled, and pointed towards the smoke-filled sea, his voice low and somber.

"Your Majesty, before we discuss terms, shouldn't we first cease hostilities? After all, another battle would only deplete our forces against Olympus..."

Poseidon gave his opponent a deep look and slowly nodded.

Immediately afterwards, two figures emerged one after the other from the half-collapsed Sea God Temple, raising together Olive Branch symbolizing peace, thus announcing the end of this war.

The ship was billowing black smoke and teetering on the brink of collapse. The wounded Argo Heroes, seeing this, collapsed weakly onto the deck, laughing heartily and celebrating their survival.