The End of the Journey

Oushen forced himself upright with his intact right hand.

He had completely lost feeling in his lower body, and his left arm was broken.

Several bullet holes riddled his chest and abdomen, and few of his internal organs remained intact.

But...

I can do this.

Oushen's eyes remained bright.

Zinivosh had slipped from his grasp in the explosion just now. He had no idea where it had fallen.

Poseidon sensed the unprecedented weakness of the true-body Machine God. His humanoid sub-unit condensed at its apex, watching Oushen still advance in this direction, supported by the flowing water.

"Why?! Why can you still move even after ending up like this—?! Your filthy determination can't change anything! Disgusting! Disgusting!" Poseidon trembled all over, too furious to control himself.

A golden trident appeared in his hand, and Poseidon impatiently swung it down at Oushen.

But—

Splash—

The water blocked Poseidon.

"Wh-what?" Poseidon stared in disbelief at the water stopping him. He tried to seize control of it, but he couldn't!?

"You... what did you do?! What did you do?!" Poseidon demanded in panic and fury, questioning Oushen, who lay on the ground and could only slowly move forward with the water's aid.

"It's simple, Poseidon." A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Oushen's mouth, yet he smiled happily.

"You... have been abandoned by the sea."

Seawater surged forth again, completely restricting the movements of Poseidon's humanoid sub-unit.

"Abandoned?" Poseidon murmured in disbelief.

"The sea, the cradle of life, has no need for a cold-blooded, filthy god like you." Oushen's voice carried mockery and scorn. "So, a god like you has been abandoned by the sea."

"No... That's impossible! Impossible!" Poseidon's humanoid sub-unit roared.

Oushen merely turned his head and shot him a cold glance.

"You say the sea abandoned me? Does