Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The organizer of the operation crashed into the wall in despair, vomited a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground, looking utterly defeated.

"What I'm asking is...did you know I was in there too?"

Triton drew his trident, his calm tone masking a turbulent undercurrent.

"I...I know..."

Have you considered the possibility of the operation failing?

"I……"

"Very good, pick up your weapons, and if you want to live, work harder."

Boom!dong dong!

The mermaid prince rhythmically slammed his trident into the ground, causing the Olympian soldiers and the demigod warriors of the Sea God's Temple to change their expressions drastically.

This is the signal for a sacred duel; once it begins, it will be a fight to the death!

"Your Highness, I saved you no matter what, you can't treat me like this!"

Seeing no hope of compromise, the middle-aged demigod rose from the ground, roaring with injustice.

Triton remained unmoved. With a sudden strike of his trident, a dark blue water film enveloped the two of them, gradually swallowing their voices and figures.

"puff!"

A few dozen breaths later, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, and a black shadow flew backward out of the water membrane. The trident that pierced through his body pinned him to a pillar of the great altar. Blood dripped down, and the middle-aged demigod, whose divine core was shattered and who had convulsed and died, stared wide-eyed with resentment, dying with his eyes wide open.

"Hmph! You damaged two [True Body Mechs], mobilized more than half of the military force, and still gained nothing. You still have the nerve to mention your achievements to me! Useless!"

Triton coldly snorted, expressionless, and stepped forward to pull out his trident. He then turned to look at the group of Poseidon's guards who were exchanging bewildered glances.

"I seem to remember that you were among the first to break in, weren't you?"

"Your Highness, forgive me!"

The sea god's guards, seeing their leader growing cold, immediately fell silent.

"Get out of here! Immediately retrieve the remains of the true form of the machine god. If Father God returns and finds out about this situation, you can guess what will happen to you."

Triton's tone was mocking, and the Poseidon's guards, realizing the trouble they would face afterward, all turned ashen-faced.

"The barrier is activated; they can't escape. Search carefully!"

The Olympian soldiers knelt to obey the order, but their prince, in a fit of temper, suddenly attacked and fought with the person in charge of the Sea God Temple, greatly delaying the mission.

There was no trace of the other party at this point, so they could only use the most rudimentary method: to investigate from the top down, level by level.

However, despite sending out wave after wave of Olympian soldiers and various types of combat units roaming the streets and alleys, they still could not find any trace of the enemy, even after searching the entire interstellar city mountain range.

It was as if these outsiders had vanished into thin air after shaking off their pursuers.

Damn it, where are they?

The people of Atlantis were completely baffled.

Chapter 222 The Enemy is in Olympus! (3/3)

At the foot of the interstellar city mountain range, an abandoned workshop.

The Argonauts, having escaped, collapsed, exhausted, beside the intricate network of pipes and in a corner piled with the wreckage of damaged machinery. They closed their eyes and, through breathing exercises, tried to restore their aether.

Circe, Medea, and the Healer wandered around, bandaging wounds for those with minor and serious injuries, administering medicine, or performing healing magic.

clap clap!

"You can still move. Come over and let's go over the tasks ahead."

A radiant Samael clapped his hands, summoning several leaders among the Argonauts to discuss the next steps.

Although he destroyed two true-body mechs and swept through thousands of autonomous weapons of various models, he mostly relied on strategy rather than brute force, so his consumption was not high and he was still full of energy.

After settling the wounded, the Argonauts mustered their spirits and gathered around a table.

Samael, the initiator, sketched out lines and outlines and some buildings marked with Greek letters on the dust with just a few strokes.

In a short while, the entire interstellar city mountain range became clearly visible.

"Look, the abandoned workshop, this is where we are. It connects to the entire interstellar city mountain range above and to the Sea God Temple in the center of the Atlantis continent below..."

To leave here safely, we'll wait until nightfall, sneak to the harbor, board the Argo, and once we successfully sail beyond the boundaries of the Ten Kingdoms islands, we'll be free to roam the open sea.

Samael tapped his fingers on the table as he spoke eloquently, appearing confident and composed.

"Dude, you're amazing! You know how to avoid the external defenses of the Machine God Corridor; you know how to navigate the Altar Street to the blind spots of those autonomous weapons; you even know this safe zone in the abandoned workshop perfectly... Could it be that you have Athena's divine blood flowing through your veins?"

Jason scratched his head, half surprised and half bewildered, and muttered a complaint.

The Argonauts around him nodded in agreement, their gazes strange.

Samael's face darkened, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"What a load of rubbish! It's because there's a mole on our side!"

"..."

This unexpected answer left the Argonauts somewhat bewildered.

"Still don't understand? Without that mole leading the way, let alone entering the heavily guarded interstellar city mountain range, climbing the great altar, and finally successfully rescuing Little Rhodes, our ship would have been sunk at sea long ago."

The ancient snake narrowed its eyes slightly and hummed with amusement.

"You mean... Triton?!"

Everyone looked stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

The son of the sea god, who had been constantly threatening them and temporarily held most of the real power in Atlantis, was actually an inside man who had been letting them get away with things. This was utterly outrageous!

"Otherwise, who else could it be but him?"

Samael looked up at the sky, a teasing smile on his face, sharing a tacit understanding with a certain acting master.

Looking down and around, the ancient snake saw that the crowd still seemed somewhat incredulous, so it sighed helplessly and patiently pointed out the details.

"Based on the anomalies in the Stormy Sea, the bronze matrix that suddenly appeared in the spatial arc, and the wide-area annihilation weapons that were chasing us in the sea, it's obvious to anyone with a brain that the Atlanteans' attitude towards us and outsiders is—better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!"

Do you really think Triton is so hospitable that he'd warmly invite us to visit Atlantis?

Wake up! If he didn't use that excuse, that fleet would have blasted our ships to smithereens!

The group recalled the menacing gazes of the Atlantean guards and Olympian elites who had been watching them all along, and a sense of understanding dawned on them.

"But wasn't he just trying to lure us to Atlantis so he could poison us?"

Circe raised her little hand, decisively demonstrating the excellent student quality of asking questions when she didn't understand.

However, as soon as it opened its mouth, the silly bird, noticing the strange gazes directed at it from all around, began to regret its actions.

"In reality, given the vast disparity in naval strength, why would he need to go to such lengths? He could have simply taken prisoners, threatened those he needed to, and just pushed through."

Without this pretext of poisoning and capturing us alive, how could he have openly led us into the interstellar city mountain range?

Otherwise, the outer light barrier alone, the defensive forces of the ten kingdom islands, and the Sea God Temple on the continent of Atlantis would be enough to give us a run for our money!

Samael, who had taught all sorts of unlucky and strange students, was quite patient and explained things carefully.

Circe finally understood the key point, her face flushed, and she nodded hurriedly.

After a pause, Samael looked around and spoke in a deep voice.

"Actually, along the way, it seems that Triton was introducing the scenery to me, but the layout of the ten islands of the Kingdom, the escape route of Atlantis, and even the safe hiding place in the interstellar city mountain range were all included in it. If you don't believe me, go back and think about my conversation with him a few more times."

Everyone reviewed the fragments of information they had heard, mentally replaying and pondering them, and were astonished to find that everything was indeed as described.

Triton, this cunning mole, actually revealed all of his own secrets right under the noses of the guards.

He even brought up the safety of the abandoned workshop himself.

"Then, Lord Theseus, was his abduction by us during the chaos pre-arranged with you?"

Holding her staff, little Medea asked in a clear voice, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"There's no time to discuss this; everything depends on each person's interpretation."

Samael shook his head slightly and responded frankly.

The mermaid prince wasn't some naive fool who placed all his hopes on outsiders. The banquet in the hall, rife with ulterior motives, was a test of vigilance and a trial to prioritize actions.

He surmised that if the Argonauts failed to notice anything amiss and were all knocked out by the poisoned wine, Triton would likely use their freedom as leverage to force them to retrieve Rhodes from the high altar.

In this way, Triton became the one who held the initiative.

Instead, they saw through the trick and took the initiative, and Triton was taken hostage and became an accomplice of the Argonauts.

Otherwise, how could the initial stages of rescuing Little Luo De have gone so smoothly?

However, neither side, caught up in their intense drama, expected that the Temple of Poseidon, responsible for guarding Atlantis, would intervene as a third party, eager to make a name for themselves, and even resort to the unprecedentedly powerful weapon, the True Body Machine God.

As a result, instead of rescuing young Rhodes by taking Triton hostage and escaping on the Argo with the "farewell" of the Olympian soldiers, they nearly capsized and were forced to hide here, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Furthermore, the fact that the pursuers didn't catch up immediately after they jumped off the high altar is very likely because they were delayed by the traitorous prince.

Tsk, if that old acquaintance from the Temple of Poseidon knew who the key to the failure of the operation was, I wonder if he would roar in grief and indignation, "The enemy is in Olympus!"

"I have another question: why is Prince Triton helping us?"

At this moment, Atalanta was puzzled and frowned as she asked.

"Hey, I'm talking to your brother, aren't you going to explain things?"

Samael stared at the little head that was rubbing against Atalanta's chest, feeling resentful and rolling his eyes.

"Huh? My brother? Yes, he's so mean! He's always like that, he won't let me go out, and he won't play with me!"

The little mermaid raised her face, glared angrily at the blue-eyed girl, and scolded her without any politeness.

That's right, this little mermaid is also the biological offspring of Aquaman and Mermaid, and the younger sister of Prince Triton.

I knew it, it's another Greek family drama.

Samael sighed and muttered to himself, but then his gaze darkened.

However, what would be worth sacrificing his daughter for Poseidon is probably not so simple.

Chapter 223 Did We Dig Up the Wrong Grave? (1/2)

Interstellar City Mountains, Machine God Corridor Hall.

"Your Highness, we have searched the entire Olympus region but have not found any trace of those outsiders. Do you think we should contact the Temple of Atlantis and the sea gods of Thetis to screen the entire area and increase the search efforts?"

An Olympian guard, leaning on his sword and shield, knelt before the throne, explained the situation, and offered his suggestions.

The main defensive force of the [Giant Ocean] consists of three layers from the outside in.

The ten kingdoms and islands centered around the sea gods of Thetis, the continent of Atlantis with the Temple of the Sea God at its head, and the interstellar city mountain range with Olympus as its ultimate core.

The former two are more inclined towards the system of the ancient Greek gods, and the power of change is more in the hands of Olympus.

However, the [True Mecha God] in the Mecha God Corridor has another important purpose and should not be used rashly. Therefore, Olympus is lacking in generals but not soldiers.

The gods of the great rivers and oceans who gathered on the island of Thetis and swore allegiance, as well as the sea god's personal guards who upheld the will of the sea god, could make up for this.

"Do you want to die?! Notifying them is the same as telling Father God right now that we've thrown away the offerings!"

"Take action now, there's still time to salvage the situation. Otherwise, well, at worst I'll be stripped of my authority, but you won't be so lucky."

Triton, seated at the table, gave a cold snort, then sighed and offered some words of comfort.

"Fine, I'll transfer some of the permissions of [Chaos Terminal Chaos] to you. As long as they remain in Olympus, we have a chance to make amends for our mistakes before Father God returns."

Upon hearing this, the Olympian guard trembled slightly, lowered his head, and dared not say another word. He then took the magnetic card that the mermaid prince tossed to him and hurriedly left to carry out his orders.

The Chaos Terminal Chaos can indeed monitor the movements of Olympus and even the entire Colossus Sea, but only if it does not have higher authority to interfere with or delete certain information.

The hall fell silent again. Triton rested his chin on his hand, his free right hand toying with a conch shell, a soft light in his eyes as his thoughts surged.

In three days, God the Father will return and officially begin the plan. Hopefully, it's not too late.

Meanwhile, in the large workshop, after things were roughly arranged, Samael sat on the steps, humming a tune, and scribbling on the stone slabs.

"what is this?"

Atalanta knelt down next to Samael, rested her chin on her hand, and, seeing the writing on it, inquired with great interest.