The dark crimson giant wolf clamped its jaws around the golden pillar of light.
Then, the pillar bent.
In a posture that utterly defied the laws of optics, the golden cascade of energy capable of piercing through stars made a ninety-degree turn in midair and plunged straight toward the sea.
Toward the main formation of Odysseus's Greek fleet.
On the deck of a trireme, Odysseus looked up.
Beneath his helmet, his brow twitched violently.
Rain streamed down his chiseled cheeks and seeped into the gaps of his bronze armor.
Nothing but meaningless static remained in the communications channel. His adjutant stood beside him, mouth wide as he screamed something, but Odysseus could not hear a word.
How was this possible?
That was Artemis's orbital cannon.
He lowered his gaze to the tactical display.
After being carpet-bombed by the Artdeissei's full barrage, every one of the fleet's divine protection barrier generators had overloaded.
Red warning windows frantically popped up across the screen.
Besides, even if the barriers were still functional, what could they possibly do against an attack like that?
That was the radiance of a god bringing about the end of the world—
Odysseus parted his cracked lips, but no words came out.
The next instant, a golden curtain of light swallowed the entire sea.
In an instant, the seawater was heated to tens of thousands of degrees. It skipped the boiling process entirely and sublimated directly into plasma.
The sturdy keels of the triremes melted and evaporated like plastic toys.
There were no screams, no struggle.
As the light swept past, all that remained on the sea was a vast, bottomless bowl-shaped crater.
The seawater did not even have time to rush back in.
No one spoke on the Artdeissei's bridge.
Only the soft whoosh of air blowing from