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She was unwilling, but goddesses were really worthless in the Greek pantheon. Although her father, Phorcys, was theoretically of higher lineage than Poseidon, the gods never valued lineage. Moreover, in a pantheon known for its 'corrupted filial piety,' having a high lineage might not be a good thing.

Therefore, with only a little help from her father, she desperately fled to land, hoping to find the help of the goddess of wisdom, Athena.

She had thought that Athena, one of the twelve Olympian gods, could save her, but now, upon hearing the words of this unknown deity, a strong sense of panic suddenly welled up in her heart.

Will the goddess Athena really help her?

If we had truly helped her, how could this tragedy have occurred?

If not...

Medusa panicked, even despaired.

As for doubting Locke, that's not the case. The Greek pantheon is a world where miracles are common and the appearance of gods is very frequent. Moreover, the fact that this unknown god could ignore the divine power of the goddess Athena and forcibly establish this 'somewhat strange' connection with her, in a certain sense, has already proven the other party's strength.

Why would such a powerful god bother to torment a mere goddess like her?

Goddesses like her are probably everywhere on earth, if not everywhere.

"No need to panic."

With just a few simple words, Medusa's hope was rekindled.

By the way, since this unknown and powerful god has performed a miracle, he might very well help her.

People facing dire straits will never give up any hope, and Medusa is feeling that way right now.

"I can't help you myself."

To be honest, Locke was also hesitant. Every truly mature ancient pantheon is incredibly complex, and the Greek pantheon is one of the most top-tier pantheons among all pantheons.

Although it's unclear what kind of mythological world lies on the other side, one can't be too cautious when facing such a complex and unpredictable pantheon.

Despair instantly filled Medusa's exquisite face.

Locke shook his head: "Let me finish."

"I can't help you in person, but that doesn't mean I can't help you."

Suddenly, Medusa's hope was rekindled, and not only that, she also said with some shame.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but that is Poseidon, the God of the Sea. It is indeed inappropriate for Your Majesty to confront him directly."

Locke didn't care that the other party had clearly misunderstood him.

To be honest, he didn't really take Poseidon seriously. What he truly feared wasn't Poseidon, or even the god-king Zeus.

What's truly terrifying about Greek mythology is that these gods and sea gods, who are out in the open, are never the most powerful beings.

Zeus and Poseidon can only be considered the third generation of gods. Above them are the second generation of gods, the Titans, who in some cases could be considered even stronger, and the first generation of primordial gods.

And after that, there is another formless, bodyless, and faceless being, the Chaos Chaos, who is the will of chaos!

Just by looking at that aura, you can tell that the other party is definitely very strong. According to Locke's estimation, that Chaos Chaos, even if it is not multi-dimensional, is probably a top-level single-target or even super-single-target.

Moreover, as a conceptualization of chaos in the Greek pantheon, that guy controls the laws of chaos, one of the most powerful laws, and his combat power is absolutely off the charts.

Chaos may not be a god who follows the path of a divine kingdom, but in any case, Locke really doesn't want to go to such a place where it's impossible to determine the true strength of the forces present, unless absolutely necessary.

Just like the previous time when you tried to sneak across the border, being hit by Ilúvatar was only a minor thrill, but being hit by Chaos Chaos was a truly terrifying story.

After hesitating for a moment, Locke casually picked up a leaf, and a vast amount of power surged out. He gently pressed it on the leaf, leaving a clear fingerprint.

"Let's begin the transaction. This item contains a trace of my power; it should be of help to you in a crucial moment."

"Furthermore, this force should not be used unless absolutely necessary."

Locke wasn't sure if his power would attract Chaos's attention, so he decided to proceed with caution.

"I understand, thank you, Your Majesty."

"However, a transaction? I may not possess any treasures that can rival the blessings bestowed by the gods."

"No need, anything will do. This transaction is not based on value."

A look of gratitude immediately appeared on Medusa's exquisite face. Clearly, this gentle and handsome god was deliberately saving her, but perhaps because of a divine pact between gods, it had to be done in the name of a transaction.

After hesitating for a moment, Medusa pulled up the collar of her dress, and Locke realized that this tragic banshee, who was said to have seduced Poseidon so much that he couldn't eat or sleep, was actually dressed quite conservatively.

This is not surprising. Unlike most Greek gods who are indescribable, Phorcys, the god of the sea, has very few flaws. He is depicted as an old man, giving off a kind and gentle vibe.

Medusa gently removed the necklace from her neck, on which hung a crystal-clear sapphire, faintly shimmering with some kind of power.

“My Lord God, this is my most precious treasure. I will use this gem to exchange for your blessing.”

As the transaction began, a black hole appeared out of nowhere. Medusa felt a slight panic as she looked at the inexplicably appearing black hole. She could vaguely sense that it contained a very special and terrifying power.

A moment later, a leaf fell into Medusa's palm, and Medusa carefully hid the leaf close to her body.

Seeing the deity who had disappeared without a trace after the connection was broken, Medusa lightly patted herself and said somewhat angrily, "How rude of me, Medusa, I forgot to ask the name of that deity."

After a while, Medusa, having recovered from her annoyance, glanced at the nearby Temple of Athena, hesitated for a moment, and murmured softly, "I should go and pay my respects to the goddess Athena."

Firstly, the unknown deity had said that she should not use his power unless absolutely necessary. Secondly, she had been asked by her father to seek the help of the goddess Athena, so she still held a certain degree of respect and expectation for Athena.

Even though that unknown deity had said her future would be tragic, in this era of comparing who is worse, Athena's reputation is still quite good, making her more convincing.

Leaving aside Medusa's complex thoughts, on the other hand, in the Marvel universe...

As Locke took the sapphire that the other person carried close to their body, he could still faintly feel its warmth. Locke probed into it with his power and began to slowly sense it.

There is a divine power residing within it, which can only belong to the sea god Phorcys.

Phorcys, the sea god, is not a powerful figure in the Greek pantheon; in fact, most people are completely unaware of his existence. However, he is a relatively ancient god, theoretically on par with the second generation of Greek Titans.

This god was forced into such a state by Poseidon, the sea god, and dared not even help his own daughter who was being coerced and threatened. Clearly, his strength was inferior to that of Poseidon, the chief god. Perhaps we can use the power of Phorcys, the sea god, to judge the strength of Poseidon.

After a moment, Locke frowned.

"The Father of God, he is a good Father of God."

"Then, the Greek gods are most likely at the level of the Heavenly Father."

Poseidon, the sea god, is the ruler of the ocean and is considered one of the more powerful gods among the twelve Olympian gods. Therefore, he is most likely not an ordinary lower-ranking god father. He is either the highest-ranking lower-ranking god father or has probably reached the level of a middle-ranking god father.

Locke frowned. By this calculation, Zeus's strength was at least at the level of a top-tier mid-level God Father, and might even have reached the level of a high-level God Father.

That primordial god's power has probably reached the level of the Almighty Father, and may even have surpassed the Almighty Father's ranks.

As expected of a top-tier pantheon, the waters run incredibly deep.

Chapter 117 One Finger Suppression, Poseidon in Horror!

The temple at night is filled with a mysterious atmosphere that brings peace to the mind, quiet and cold, as if the disturbances of the outside world cannot affect the temple in the slightest.

Medusa knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together, with appropriate offerings placed in front of her, and was praying respectfully and devoutly.

At this moment, on the magnificent and sacred Mount Olympus.

Athena, the first female god of war in Greece, whose eyes shone with the light of bravery and wisdom, opened her divine eyes. Her divine eyes pierced through the sky and clouds and landed on the tiny temple, gazing at the even smaller figures kneeling on the ground.

The people of the earth often say that Athena is benevolent, and Athena does not deny this. However, some creatures on earth seem to have misunderstood one meaning.

No matter how merciful Athena is, she is a goddess! Not a human!

She wouldn't be as mad as Prometheus, willing to endure endless years of suffering as his heart was devoured by eagles so that humanity could obtain fire.

She was also kind, but she was even more rational, for she was the goddess of wisdom.

Her kindness is only shown when it doesn't harm herself, and she doesn't mind showing her kind side in that case.

But now...

With Athena's divine perception, she could clearly sense that a vast ocean power was approaching the temple, and that raging ocean power seemed capable of devouring and submerging the entire continent.

Such divine power, such unrestrained and vast might, belonged only to one god, her own uncle, Poseidon, the king of the sea.

Faced with a choice between a female demigod with whom he had no relation and his uncle, the Sea Emperor, whose strength was no less than his own and perhaps even greater, the choice was not difficult to make.

A moment later, the eyes that were filled with divine radiance closed again, and the entire temple returned to eternal peace.

The endless waves crashed against the horizon, and amidst the rolling waves, a figure clad in golden armor, wielding a trident that shimmered with golden divine light, was quite imposing. However, the lewd and frivolous smile on his face somewhat ruined his heroic and sacred appearance.

As one of the most notorious libertines among the twelve Olympian gods, his life was no less absurd than that of his brother Zeus, the king of the gods, who was also known for his absurdity.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, glanced up at the sky, as if peering at the lofty Mount Olympus, and a strange expression, seemingly mocking yet disdainful, curled at the corner of his mouth.

"god?"

“My dear niece, you really made the best decision.”

The next moment, Poseidon's mocking gaze returned to the temple below, a strange divine light appearing in his eyes.

She was greedy; she had long coveted the youngest daughter of Phorcys, the god of the sea, even though, in theory, this little girl was actually of the same generation as Poseidon, the god of the sea, and even had some blood relation to him.

But so what? Isn't it even more exciting?

However, in Poseidon's eyes at this moment, there was not only greed and covetousness, but also a different kind of gleam, which was... expectation, a wicked sense of humor, and some kind of deeper greed?

As one of the twelve Olympian gods, a renowned virgin goddess, and his own niece, Athena's allure to Poseidon far surpassed that of any other goddess.

Or to put it another way, none of the gods on Mount Olympus did not covet Athena, the goddess of wisdom.

However, Athena was too fierce and too powerful; her divine power ranked among the top of all the gods.

Even Poseidon, the god of the sea, or her biological father, Zeus, the king of the gods, would find it difficult to forcefully intervene. After all, even if she couldn't win, Athena wasn't stupid enough not to run away.

Now, although he can't directly defile his alluring niece, it seems that something could happen in her temple.

With this thought in mind, Poseidon's expression became increasingly lewd.

The temple of his own niece, the beautiful daughter of a goddess, the pitiful cries of wailing and begging for mercy—Poseidon, the sea god, could no longer control the primal power within him.

His feet, clad in golden divine boots, touched the ground, and Poseidon, the sea god, began to walk step by step toward the temple. As he moved forward, a vast divine power followed behind him, and the waves surged, as if the entire sky had become oppressive.

Inside the temple, Medusa, kneeling devoutly and praying incessantly, could feel the approaching, raging power of the ocean. It drew ever closer, until the entire temple seemed to be enveloped by the immense power. In the boundless, raging waves, the temple appeared incredibly small.

Medusa's heart sank. Even though she had anticipated the outcome because of the hint from the unknown god, she was still filled with confusion and helplessness.

My father clearly said that Athena is the most merciful goddess.

Now, recalling her father's words and the strange, suppressed feeling in them, Medusa seemed to understand something.

Even the most benevolent goddess is still a goddess, not a human.

Perhaps, in the eyes of that high and mighty goddess, she, a mere goddess, was not worthy of confronting Poseidon, the god of the sea.

For some inexplicable reason, Medusa slowly, yet forcefully, grasped the leaf bestowed upon her by that unknown god. At this moment, it seemed that this leaf, which had never left her body, could also bring her some warmth.

"Plop, plop, plop..."

Clear footsteps came from afar, and with them, the familiar source of the vast ocean's divine power drew ever closer.

There was no way to escape; the surroundings were completely enveloped by the terrifying and vast power of the ocean.

A moment later, Poseidon's familiar figure appeared in Medusa's sight, with his familiar British military attire and his familiar lewd expression. At this moment, he seemed to be extremely looking forward to everything that was about to happen, and the lewdness and obscenity on his face were even greater than before.

Medusa leaned against a pillar in the temple, showing little fear, but instead coldly watching Poseidon, the sea god, approach.

"Your Majesty, this is the Temple of Athena!"

"Oh, so what? Where is she?"

"I am the daughter of Phorcys, the god of the sea!"

"That's interesting. And then? Where is your father?"

As he said this, Poseidon's expression became increasingly playful.

He was somewhat looking forward to the desperate look in the other person's eyes, which seemed to be a small boost to his pleasure, so much so that he temporarily controlled the urge to pounce on him.

Medusa gripped her hand even tighter.

"Your Majesty the Sea Emperor, you are not the most powerful god in this world!"

Poseidon's expression changed instantly. Everyone knew that Poseidon was one of the twelve Olympian gods. Everyone knew that he and his three brothers respectively ruled the sky, the sea, and the underworld. Everyone knew that he, Poseidon, was high above, standing at the pinnacle of the gods.

Similarly, everyone knows that Poseidon, the sea god, is the weakest of the three brothers!

But he never wanted to think about it; it was a taboo subject for him!

Poseidon's expression turned incredibly sinister.

"Daughter of Phorcys, the god of the sea, you have angered me!"

"I was originally planning to give you a wonderful first time, but now it seems you crave roughness and despair more!"