Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 680 Special Passengers

Acquiring the golden card, imbued with the power of the vast ocean, felt surprisingly warm and comforting, rather than heavy as I had imagined.

But Tang Zijun immediately sensed the abnormality. The power surging within the card was far more than just the power of the artifact itself. A pure, ancient aura, imbued with the supreme divine might of the ocean, flowed out through the card like a warm ocean current, subtly resonating with the primal power in his palm.

That's more than just a trident.

That was the remaining divine power of Poseidon himself, who gave him his last strength, along with this divine weapon that symbolized his authority.

Tang Zijun suddenly looked up, eagerly gazing at the giant of light and shadow on the throne.

He was greeted by Poseidon's deep blue, swirling eyes, but now, the depths of those swirling eyes no longer held confusion.

Pain or anger, only a kind of all-knowing, almost transparent calm and tranquility remained. His huge, luminous head seemed to nod very slightly, as if silently confirming: Yes, as you feel.

"Why?" Tang Zijun's voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself didn't even realize. Her gaze was piercing, fixed on the fading afterimage. "Without the trident, what... will happen here?"

Poseidon's light and shadow rapidly thinned and became transparent, like a thin mist blown away by the wind. His voice remained hoarse, yet carried a sense of calm and relief after the dust had settled.

"My divine kingdom collapsed and fell into ruin ten thousand years ago..."

His gaze slowly swept over the dilapidated, desolate temple, covered in bones and dust.

"The scene before me is nothing more than a bubble, forcibly held together by my remaining divine power combined with the might of the trident, in the void."

"Without the power of the trident to hold us together, this small patch of land that we have preserved will naturally dissipate into the deep sea, and everything here will return to eternal silence and darkness."

"Could it be that you can't come with us? Can't you fight alongside us?" Tang Cao couldn't help but step forward and ask.

Poseidon's lips, shaped by light and shadow, seemed to twitch upwards with great difficulty, forming a genuine smile that was both weary and incredibly gentle. That smile was like the last ray of sunlight piercing through thick clouds, briefly but clearly reflected on his resolute face, shaped by light and shadow and imbued with the style of ancient Greece.

"Children..." His voice was like a whisper. "I really want to help you."

In those deep blue, swirling eyes, the light flickered like a candle in the wind.

"But as I just said, I no longer have the strength to fight. Just as I cannot stop my people from killing each other, these ten thousand years have worn away all my remaining strength. The fact that I can still sit here is already a testament to my strength."

Poseidon's figure became more transparent, and his outline began to blur, like a reflection in water tossed with a pebble.

His gaze swept over Tang Zijun, Tang Cao, Chang Lei, Xiao Xiao, and Afran, as if trying to etch these tiny yet future-bearing figures into eternity.

The temple fell into an even deeper and purer silence than before.

Only the card in Tang Zijun's palm, branded with a golden trident, still radiates a warm and restrained golden aura, containing the final gift and blessing of the ancient sea god.

Xiao Xiao and Tang Cao remained silent, their hearts filled with an indescribable heaviness and a touch of respect. Afran gently stroked the sapphire on her chest, pursing her lips.

Chang Lei's crimson pupils, unusually devoid of greed, held only a complex, indescribable glint. He nudged Tang Zijun's arm and whispered, "Why don't you bleed and use those mirror cores to replenish it? It won't restore much, but at least it can maintain His current state, like Scáthach's shadow."

What Poseidon needs now is pure energy, not magic or divine power, but pure positive energy, that is, the power of faith. Everyone present can see this, but he no longer has his divine status, so even if someone believes in him, he will not receive any response.

This state is somewhat similar to Scáthach's shadow, since in addition to extending the tentacles of shadow into the dream world, the other party also recruited the former magical girl, Shiki, to find and collect a large amount of negative energy for her.

Before Tang Zijun could even speak after hearing Chang Lei's words, Afran couldn't help but interject, "Are you serious? Using negative energy to replace the power of positive faith might corrupt Poseidon's mind. Don't forget, He's just an illusion right now... Uh, I don't mean any offense."

"Do you have a better idea right now?" Chang Lei looked at Afra and continued, "And don't forget about that thing inside your body. Once this person recovers some strength, taking out that sword won't be a problem."

"This..." Afran opened her mouth.

Unlike Scáthach, the queen of the Land of Shadows, Poseidon is one of the "archmages of Olympus". He has mastered a wide variety of divine powers, and he is very skilled in melee combat, magic, and even curses. With his power, he can easily eliminate the hidden dangers on Afran.

However, His current state is indeed quite difficult to handle.

Tang Zijun put away the cards and put her hand on Chang Lei's shoulder. "Afran is right. Using negative energy to nurture is indeed a double-edged sword. Poseidon is not in good condition right now, and I don't want to inexplicably turn him into a high-ranking greedy executive."

As she spoke, Tang Zijun raised an eyebrow again. "However, if it's about maintaining this energy body, perhaps it can be done without a mirror core, if we have enough life force to replace it..."

"You mean..." Chang Lei immediately understood Tang Zijun's idea. "That's a good idea. How could I have forgotten about that person? With Trova's power, she can continuously convert the negative energy of the mirror world into life force. Perhaps this can replace the mirror core."

Just as everyone was discussing a plan to protect the energy body, Poseidon on the throne suddenly looked surprised. "You just said... Trova?"

"Yes, Trova, the Tree of Life." Tang Zijun looked up at Poseidon. "I almost forgot, she has a very close relationship with everyone in your Olympian realm."

"But she...she's already..." Poseidon began uncertainly. In his remaining memories, Trova should have perished along with the fall of Mount Olympus.

"It's a rather complicated matter. Anyway, a lot of things happened after Ragnarok. If you're curious, you can talk to her about it then. However, she has lost some memories. Since you, her old friend, are here, she might be able to recall some things."

As Tang Zijun spoke, she took out a bright green card.

"Let's not talk about that now. Let me help you maintain your current condition. Look, your legs are almost gone."

After speaking, Tang Zijun unhesitatingly directed the immense life energy toward Poseidon. The emerald green light, like the gentlest sunlight of early spring, instantly burst forth from the card. This light, like a tender vine, carried the power to nourish all things, precisely and continuously wrapping around Poseidon's soon-to-disappear body of light and shadow.

The phantom, which was like a candle flickering in the wind and rapidly dissipating into sand, was suddenly enveloped by this immense and pure life force, and its dissipation was abruptly halted.

Poseidon's previously blurred and transparent outline of light and shadow, enveloped in emerald light, actually became somewhat solid again. Although it was still not comparable to before, and the energy fluctuations were extremely weak, at least his existence was temporarily anchored.

"It's working!" Afran's heart raced.

Poseidon's eyes, formed by swirling blue vortexes, clearly revealed astonishment as he incredulously felt the warm and boundless life force flowing through his illusory body.

This power was not the familiar, vast, and violent power of the ocean, but another equally great primordial power, representing the growth and cycle of all things. This power was temporarily replacing his own long-depleted divine power in a special way, maintaining the existence of his remaining image.

"It really is the aura of Trova..." Poseidon's hoarse voice was filled with unprecedented tremor and disbelief.

"It's done!" Tang Cao cheered softly, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid of disturbing Tang Zijun's actions. Xiao Xiao and Chang Lei also breathed a sigh of relief.

With their objective achieved, the group lingered and quickly evacuated the ruins of the temple, which had lost the support of the trident and Poseidon's divine power and was beginning to silently crumble from its edges into nothingness. They crossed the icy path and boarded the battered but still sturdy Queen Anne's Revenge once more.

This time, however, there was an extremely special passenger on board.

The return journey was unexpectedly peaceful. When the Queen Anne's Revenge once again entered the deep, narrow canyon formed by flowing, dark waters and filled with sunken treasures and skeletons on both sides, the anticipated horde of undead mermaids did not appear.

The canyon remained deep and silent, save for the sound of the ghost ship cutting through the viscous water.

Everyone was on high alert, but from the moment the ship slowly passed through the boundary guarded by the two broken Poseidon statues, until it returned to the real sea shrouded in chaotic currents and thick leaden-gray fog, not a single undead mermaid appeared to launch an attack.

They still exist. In the churning, dark seawater on both sides, countless pale, ghostly figures burning with eerie green flames float like silent soldiers behind the sea cliffs, silently watching the ghost ship pass by.

In their empty eye sockets, the eerie green flames no longer held the fury and resentment of before, but instead flickered with a sense of awe, fear, or perhaps... a kind of instinctual submission to a higher power.

As the ship passed by, they even slightly lowered their decaying heads, as if paying homage to some supreme being.

Even after the collapse of their divine kingdom and the fall of their gods, the reverence and fear of this former ruler at the core of their existence remains deeply ingrained, like a brand engraved in their bones. Upon sensing His presence, they choose silence and retreat.

Without any hindrance, the Queen Anne's Revenge sailed smoothly away from the desolate Dead Sea, a sea that buried the glory of the Age of Gods and endless skeletons, plunging into the churning fog and chaotic currents of time and space, and returning to the real world.

At the bow of the ship, the emerald green card in Tang Zijun's palm continued to emit a soft light, maintaining the enormous phantom of the sea god sitting on the deck beside her.

Poseidon kept his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, or perhaps he was deep in thought.