novelinnhs Chapter 96 Sudden Crisis: Poseidon Descends, White Eagle Fleet Annihilated.
Chapter 96 Sudden Crisis: Poseidon Descends, White Eagle Fleet Annihilated.
Beside the dry well in Kunlun Ruins, all was silent.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Atlantic, a major storm was brewing.
Atlantis, the central temple.
The stench of blood had not yet dissipated, and the skeletons of Knight Commander William and his men had not yet been cleared away. The newly promoted "divine knights" knelt prostrate beneath the pedestal, some with fanaticism, others with fear, not daring to raise their heads.
Arthur Pendragon sat high on his throne, closing his eyes to feel the new power surging within him.
The loyal souls that were sacrificed transformed into the purest nourishment, allowing his fusion with the golden trident to reach an unprecedented depth.
He could even feel that the divine weapon was no longer a cold weapon, but an extension of his limbs, a part of his will.
"It's time."
Arthur opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with an inhuman blue divine light. He stood up, walked to the edge of the temple, and looked down at the miraculous city floating on the sea.
"Connect to global public channels."
His voice, amplified by a loudspeaker array, resounded throughout the entire fleet. Soon, a domineering signal forcibly interrupted all active satellite communications worldwide.
At the Pentagon, the China Dragon Guard Base, and the highest command centers of various countries around the world, Arthur's young and arrogant face appeared simultaneously on the screens. Behind him were the magnificent Temple of Atlantis and an endless fleet.
"The mortals of the old world."
Arthur's voice resonated throughout the world.
"The era you know is over. The hegemony built on fragile technology and false legends will crumble today. I, Arthur Pendragon, the spokesperson for the sea god, hereby declare—"
He raised his golden trident high, its tip pointing straight to the sky.
"The Europa Alliance, guided by Poseidon, will rebuild its divine kingdom and establish a unique new world order on Earth! All nations that refuse to submit will be reduced to dust in the raging torrents of divine punishment!"
His arrogant declaration, accompanied by the thunderous roar of loyalty from the knights behind him, resounded to every corner of the world.
However, he didn't notice that when he uttered the name "Poseidon" and identified himself as the "representative," the deep-sea heart embedded at the top of the golden trident in his hand suddenly lit up.
He had no idea that the blood sacrifice he had just completed, and his arrogant declaration at this moment, would just happen to complete the final piece of the puzzle for the arrival of some ancient being in the human world.
The sky darkened without warning.
It wasn't the kind of gloom that comes from dark clouds obscuring the sun, but rather a light that seemed to have been sucked away by an invisible force. One second the sky was clear and blue, and the next, the whole world seemed to have been turned into grayscale.
The sea stopped churning and became like a huge black mirror, eerily silent.
"What happened?"
"Is it getting dark?"
The knights on the fleet looked up in surprise and uncertainty.
Only Arthur felt a chill run down his spine.
A will, billions of times greater than his own power, was casting its gaze down from an infinitely distant dimension.
That gaze was devoid of emotion, possessing only pure, divine majesty.
Boom!
A deafening thunderclap boomed from the heavens.
Above Atlantis, a colossal vortex of lightning began to take shape.
Countless bolts of lightning, as thick as mountains, rolled and tore through the sky, turning it into a boiling pot of thunder and lightning porridge.
Satellite cameras around the world have been capturing this devastating scene.
In the Pentagon's underground command center, General Richard gripped the edge of the control panel tightly. He had just ordered the Seventh Fleet to stand by, ready to see what other tricks Arthur might pull.
At the Longwei Base, Li Tianshan and a group of high-ranking officials stood in front of the screen, their expressions extremely solemn.
The next moment, a scene that terrified seven billion people around the world unfolded.
At the center of that enormous vortex of thunder, clouds and lightning began to converge and twist, slowly outlining a gigantic face that defies description.
The face had no specific features, only a vague outline, but anyone who saw it would naturally have a concept come to mind—God.
"God...the true God..." A Europa knight dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground, and began to pray with tears streaming down his face.
Arthur's face was deathly pale.
He finally realized what a foolish mistake he had made.
He thought he was a beast tamer, but he never imagined that he was just a sacrificial offering kept in captivity from beginning to end.
"No……"
He wanted to escape, but his body wouldn't obey him. An irresistible force, flowing along the golden trident, brutally poured into his limbs and bones, washing over every inch of his spirit.
A bolt of lightning, solid as a pillar of light, struck down from between the brows of the god's face, hitting Arthur squarely on the top of his head.
Arthur convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and the energy glow of his S-class mixed divine armor instantly dimmed.
A few seconds later, he stopped trembling and slowly stood up straight again.
He looked up; it was still Arthur's face, but his eyes had completely changed. It was a kind of indifference that looked down upon ants, a kind of world-weariness that had witnessed countless ages of rise and fall.
"What a... nice body."
"Arthur" stretched his neck, and the voice that came out was no longer Arthur's own clear voice, but a grand and ancient language mixed with countless echoes. Even though no one could understand it, the meaning of the words was directly imprinted into the souls of all who heard it.
"A pathetic summer insect, daring to fathom the depths of the ocean. You think that by obtaining my scepter, you can become a new me?"
Arthur looked down at himself, seemingly examining the new clothes, his tone tinged with mockery.
"They even went so far as to use such clumsy methods to humiliate a clone of me in those ruins... truly... commendable courage."
Inside the temple, all the Europa Knights froze.
Humiliating a clone? Ruins?
They suddenly remembered how Arthur had shattered the crystal statue in the Starry Sky Treasury.
It turned out that it wasn't a test, nor a deception. It was a true incarnation of the divine!
This thought caused their faith to crumble instantly, and boundless fear overwhelmed them.
Arthur, or rather Poseidon, seemed utterly uninterested in the psychological shifts of the ants beneath his feet. He simply raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through endless space, looking towards the distant horizon.
There, the Seventh Fleet of the White Eagle Empire stood ready.
On the bridge of the flagship "Freedom Vanguard", General Richard saw the entire process of Arthur being struck by lightning through a high-powered telescope, and also heard the inhuman announcement.
"Fire! Bomb that ruined city into the sea!" he roared hysterically.
However, it was too late.
Poseidon's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Then let these noisy metal shells be the first fireworks display of my return to the world."
He slowly raised the golden trident in his hand.
There was no tsunami, no thunder.
He simply made a light, tentative grasp towards the Seventh Fleet.
hum-
An invisible force, transcending the rules of physics, enveloped the sea area within a radius of a hundred miles.
The entire ocean where the Seventh Fleet was located seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand. The seawater was no longer fluid, but instantly turned into a solid with a density comparable to that of a neutron star!
The tens of thousands of tons of steel hull of the "Freedom Vanguard" along with all the surrounding frigates and destroyers looked like flies frozen in amber.
The pressure came in the next second.
The steel was compressed, the air was sucked out, the hull was twisted into a pretzel shape, and then ground into powder.
The tens of thousands of soldiers on the ship, along with the Awakened ones wearing A-level and S-level armor, didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly wiped out of existence under that absolute pressure.
Less than three seconds.
An aircraft carrier fleet representing the world's most advanced technological power, along with everything it carried, vanished into thin air.
On the sea, only a few strands of wreckage remain, silently proving that they once existed.
The world is deathly silent.
In the Pentagon command center, dozens of life signals on the screens simultaneously went to zero. The white-haired, elderly general swayed and slumped into his chair.
For the first time, a nation that believed that might makes right tasted the bitterness of being completely wiped out in the face of an even more unreasonable force.
Poseidon withdrew his hand as if he had merely crushed an ant.
He turned around and cast his gaze toward the distant eastern continent, as if sensing something.
"Hmm? There's also a... scent that I dislike."
"Never mind, I need to rest and recuperate. That last attack used up a lot of my divine power."
With a wave of his hand, Poseidon extracted all the life force from the surrounding area, leaving not even bones behind.