In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

With a slight movement of his hands, the large block of ice beneath Poseidon's feet cracked in two, and then, under the immense force of the ocean current, it forcefully sandwiched Poseidon between them.

"Uh--"

The pain emanating from the humanoid sub-unit caused Poseidon to involuntarily cry out in agony.

However, before he could get angry, he sensed something even more terrifying.

hum-

Oshen's divine core has stopped absorbing massive amounts of magical power from its surroundings. Instead, it is now constantly radiating peaceful divine power to the surroundings.

“The level… has increased… but how is that possible?” Poseidon stared at the enormous divine core with anger and horror.

“Rashtanaha, Bashamizo, thank you.” Ocean stroked his divine core.

Two magical powers comparable to the first generation of magical beasts, combined with his breakthrough in his rage, transformed this divine core that represented the sea.

The shaping is complete.

After placing the divine core back into his soul, Ou Shen closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Then--

It appeared directly behind Poseidon.

puff--

"Ughhhhhh—" the humanoid sub-entity cried out in pain.

The right hand of the Poseidon humanoid individual holding the golden spear was directly cleaved off by Ocean's Zinnivosh blade.

Oshin threw Poseidon's right hand to the ground and stomped on it, breaking it off.

"What? This humanoid entity is quite realistic."

Oshin kicked the arm of the Poseidon humanoid sub-individual aside as if it were trash, and carefully removed Lemoni's hand that was still gripping the golden spear.

"You wretched, unfilial son—!!!" Poseidon's humanoid form gritted its teeth, its trident vibrating with divine power as it thrust towards Ocean.

"You can't gain any boost on this sea right now, and you can't even return to your body to regain greater power."

"so--"

"Let me give you a taste of human pain first."

Zheng—

A flash of light appeared in Ziniworth's hand, and Oshin moved with incredible speed.

In an instant, the other arm and both legs of the Poseidon humanoid sub-individual were severed by Ocean using Zinnivosh.

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Chapter 623 Go and Rebel, Heroes!

"Ugh—Aaaaaaah—!!!" Poseidon's humanoid sub-entity, with all four limbs severed, rolled several times on the ice, with many sharp ice shards piercing his wounds.

Ocean did not give the Poseidon humanoid individual a chance to continue struggling.

With Ziniwash sheathed, Ocean picked up the golden spear and thrust it directly into Poseidon's mouth as the humanoid sub-individual roared in pain.

Then--

Detonate directly.

boom----!!!

Oshin watched as the Poseidon humanoid fragments, shattered from the explosion, moved in a certain direction, but did not stop them.

“Just you wait, Poseidon,” Ocean gritted his teeth.

"I want to—take your true form, the Machine God—"

"Tear it all down, inch by inch!"

......

Meanwhile, in the underwater palace, Poseidon's humanoid individualized as a data stream re-entered the neural unit, transmitting the records from that area of ​​the sea.

The humanoid sub-units reformed, and Poseidon's face was filled with a furious expression.

Without uttering a single word, the entire ocean trembled.

The god of the sea was enraged.

Even if things have come to this—should we still resist?

Then let me give it to you personally—

The deepest despair.

The seabed began to tremble violently, and a volcanic eruption boiled the icy seawater.

A roaring storm swept across the sea, with a massive tornado whipping up dark clouds and torrential rain.

The creatures of the sea were terrified, but the monsters of the sea reveled.

They charged madly toward Poseidon's temple, forming a procession outside the palace.

Amidst this chaos, amidst countless bubbles, Poseidon's true form emerged.

That is--

The true form of the machine god has descended.

[God of the Sea, God of Earthquakes, God of Storms, God of Sea Monsters]

[Interstellar Environment Modification Ship]

One of the twelve Olympian gods

Poseidon

It resembled a giant fish, even larger than Basamizo.

An incredibly elegant, streamlined, massive machine.

With anger, with rage—

Those disrespectful rebels must be eradicated!

......

Orbiting around the Earth, the Moon Palace.

Hermes, drenched in sweat, sat on the ground of the Moon Palace, panting heavily.

"How is Hermes? Has he recovered?" Apollo knelt on one knee, supporting Hermes' shoulder, looking into Hermes' eyes with concern.

"I... I remember now." Hermes held his head in his hands, his pupils trembling violently, as if he couldn't breathe.

“Oshin—how is Oshin doing now?” he asked, his hand trembling as he grasped Apollo’s.

“For the past two weeks, Artemis and I have been helping you restore the backup and haven’t been able to keep up with the outside world. However…” Apollo sighed, “Oshen must have lost at least one of his companions.”

"I'm going to Ocean's side now." Hermes tried to stand up, but stumbled and fell to the ground again.

"...Sigh?" Hermes felt a little uncomfortable as he felt his body go limp.

Upon further examination, it was discovered that the divine power within the True Body Machine God was also extremely depleted.

"this......"

"The great god has drained your divine power as punishment, and it will take some time to replenish it," Artemis said with a slight sigh as she stood to the side.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to Ou Shen's side now."

Hermes ignored Apollo and Artemis's advice, merged into the true form of the machine god, and staggered, moving towards Earth at an extremely slow speed, towards... Ocean's side.

......

Oshin sat at the roots of a tree in Rashtanaha.

He controlled the ocean currents to shatter the solid ice on the sea surface. Although the temperature did not fully return to normal, it did awaken Rashtanaha, who had been forced into hibernation due to the low temperature.

"Child, here, take this..."

The roots of the tree in Rashtanaha cradled a small patch of green light.

Ou Shen silently accepted the green light.

The green light transformed into a wristband and wrapped around Ou Shen's wrist.

"This is..."

Ou Shen gently touched the wooden wristband, feeling his eyes fill with tears again.

"This is the boat of the children of Agana, which is yours..."

“The Elma.” Oshin’s voice trembled as he gripped the Elma wristband, tears streaming down his face again.

“I’ve modified it. The current Elma can receive your divine power…” Rashtanaha’s voice was filled with exhaustion and weakness. “You… be careful.”

Ou Shen wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

“I never thought I’d come back alive.” Ou Shen stood up.

“I know better than anyone how powerful that guy is.” He looked at the blue markings on his arm, frowned, and clenched his fist. “The blood in my veins tells me that he is terrifying, more terrifying than anything I have ever faced.”

"But my soul tells me I must face it, so—"

"I will win."

Ou Shen took out the giant horn that had fallen from Mia's head, resembling a helmet, from the package. He didn't feel any weight, only a sense of relief.

Ziniwash was tied around Oshin's waist.

On Ou Shen's back, he carried a golden spear and a sea bow.

Without a word, the wristband detached from Ocean's hand, transformed into a green light, and landed on the sea, becoming the all-too-familiar Alma.

Oshin looked at the Irma and pursed his lips.

He saw the illusory figures of the crowd, but he knew they were just illusions.

He walked toward the Elma.