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All teachers and students were urgently summoned, and the scholars and magicians were also tasked with inscribing defensive spells, calculating the tsunami's range, and figuring out how to deal with the next wave of impact.

The Athenians were in high spirits, faithfully carrying out the divine pronouncements from Mount Ares. They worked tirelessly to fortify the city walls and improve the defenses, or brought their own swords, shields, and armor to join the guards. Every face was filled with satisfaction and pride.

With these "gears" and "screws" in operation, the entire city is like a wound-up machine, displaying amazing vitality.

Sparta.

Boom boom boom!

Hercules stood proudly atop the city wall, drawing his bronze bow, his arms bulging with muscles, and fired nine arrows imbued with divine power in succession, finally shattering the advancing tsunami.

The seawater, which had risen into the air, crashed down like a torrential downpour, carrying with it ferocious sea beasts that fell onto the coast, villages, towns, and even the streets of the city.

These bloodthirsty beasts, having just recovered from their dizziness, opened their blood-red mouths and began to frantically pounce and bite, wagging their tails and shaking their heads.

In the blink of an eye, several nearby houses, as well as people who had inadvertently crowded in, were all affected.

Immediately, the trembling sound of breaking roof beams, the muffled thud of flesh being torn apart, and the screams of dying humans as their bones and flesh were chewed up came one after another.

Looking out, dust billows along the coast, and the blood on the beach stains the parched earth.

In the streets and alleys, many humans, no bigger than ants, began to flee their dilapidated houses to avoid the sea monsters that were coming ashore and causing havoc.

An atmosphere of panic and chaos spread uncontrollably among the crowd.

boom!Boom!

Just then, the rhythmic metallic clang of weapons striking shields echoed from the main road, offering a calming force to the panicked and fearful hearts of the residents.

Through the gaps in the alleyways, the Spartans could see their prince and princess, swords and shields in hand, leading several squads of Spartan soldiers, scattering and surging outwards to wipe out the sea monsters that had fallen into the city.

"First team, fire the javelins! Bleed this shark dry and make it die a quick death!"

"Second team, switch weapons! Clear away the tentacles of this mutated octopus! Clear the way and rescue them!"

"Priest! Where are the priests of the Temple of Apollo! The Spirit Core! Locate the Spirit Core for me!"

"..."

Under the command of the twin swordsmen, the Spartan soldiers, forming a phalanx, were like turning killing machines, dismembering and slaughtering the sea monsters along the way.

The slimy bodily fluids of marine life and the stench of blood spread, gradually calming the Spartans' initial panic and awakening the courage within them.

One by one, the young men returned to their houses, took down their shields and javelins from the walls, and, carrying their bows, arrows, and longswords, spontaneously gathered in groups of three or five to hunt down the sea monsters that were still thrashing about.

Even after the monsters within the city were dealt with, the young and middle-aged men, in high spirits, flocked out of the city gates and headed to various disaster-stricken villages and towns to actively carry out the hunt.

This is a city of warriors with a fierce and valiant spirit, where 70-80% of the population is young and strong. Once they settle down and have a leader, they can quickly transform into a powerful war machine.

Thessaly.

Katniss raised her arm shield with her left hand and smashed a flying fish covered in serrated teeth, splattering its brains everywhere. With her right hand, she hurled her spear forward, pinning a sea serpent several meters long to death. With a hint of disgust, she peeled the seaweed off her head and stepped forward.

King Peleus, who was driving the seahorse chariot, stopped the reins after defeating the last sea monster.

Terramon, acting as the co-pilot, jumped ashore, casually pulled out the spear stuck in the sea serpent's core, and tossed it to Katniss, not forgetting to express his goodwill in a gentle voice.

"Thanks for your hard work…"

"Tch, enough nonsense, how's it going up ahead?"

Katniss casually took the spear, looked at the misty sea, and asked impatiently.

Although Thessaly was her homeland, the fact that Poseidon tried to force himself on her and she was forced to seek refuge on Mount Ares left Katniss with little sense of belonging to her hometown.

Therefore, the two royal families in front of her naturally cannot restrain her in any way.

However, both Peleus and Telamon were good-natured.

The demigod king gazed at the Oceanus, its waters gradually softening, a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Fortunately, Thetis was there, which made the defense so easy this time. Otherwise, if these sea monsters and the floodwaters had entered the city, Thessaly would have been in trouble."

"That's because someone had an outpost in the Peloponnese that weakened the tsunami's momentum by nearly half; otherwise, how could it have been so easy!"

Katniss gave a cold snort, immediately undermining him.

However, after a moment of silence, even the toughest female warrior, gazing at the vast sea and the ever-spreading thunderclouds on the Oceanus Sea, frowned and murmured to herself.

"However, even though the tsunami has weakened, it still has such great power. This trouble is probably not simple..."

Almost simultaneously, coastal city-states, led by descending human heroes and even gods, fought against this sudden and immense natural disaster.

Thebes.

Perseus, the great hero who once ruled this land, led his sons and his close friend Orion back to his homeland, swiftly repelling the giant waves and winning the cheers and adoration of the people. Meanwhile, Eurystheus, a king who followed the oracle of Hera and deliberately claimed to be his cousin Heracles, could only awkwardly abdicate in the face of his ancestor's presence, unwillingly becoming a vassal.

Collins.

King Sisyphus, who had deceived Death, stood arrogantly atop the city walls amidst the incredulous gazes of his people, once again leaving behind the legend of tricking the gods and escaping unscathed.

Meanwhile, inland city-states such as Arcadia, Calydon, and Delphi, summoned by the oracle and their own divine heroes, began to gather their forces to deal with the catastrophe.

Meanwhile, on Crete, in the Mycenaean kingdom.

As one of the first isolated islands to be hit by the tsunami, the landscape is one of devastation.

On the ruins of buildings, rotten seaweed clung to the ground; in the chaotic square, dead fish and struggling sea creatures lay stranded; in the streets and alleys and inside and outside houses, the broken bones and torn flesh of human remains were arranged in distorted and abstract shapes; the bloated carcasses of cattle and horses became the nests of sea snakes and parasitic creatures...

In the instant the disaster struck, nearly 80% of the city was destroyed, and the residents of the Kingdom of Minos, who had no time to react, suffered annihilation.

However, in this hellish place that resembles a slaughterhouse, two purplish-red light membranes, coiled like snakes, protect the city's core, the last piece of pure land that has not yet fallen.

"boom!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, a tall figure with two horns on its head and long white hair stood upright. A purplish-red light membrane stretched out, and tons of bricks and debris were blown away by two thick arms.

Immediately, the young man with the bull horns put down the pair of long-handled giant axes in his hands, reached out and moved aside several wooden beams and some marble scraps, revealing a half-collapsed entrance to a secret passage.

Looking into the distance, the routes inside are intricate and the interior is dark and deep; an ordinary person would feel dizzy after looking at it for a while.

Clearly, below lies a labyrinth, a prison that held the Minotaur, symbolizing fear and disorientation.

The Minos Kingdom would regularly throw war slaves and criminals into it to appease the monster inside.

However, this place has now become the last refuge on Crete.

Euryale, who crawled out from under the rubble, patted the arm of the red-eyed youth with horns next to her, her eyes showing approval.

“You’re quite capable, Asterius.”

"Hmm, uh, hmm~"

The monster uttered indistinct syllables and squatted docilely to one side.

"Don't be too happy yet. This tsunami is not that simple. Now, all the ships are gone, and the storm is still going on. Let's think about how to get out of this place alive first."

Stheno fanned away the smoke and dust that filled the passageway, crossed his arms, leaned lazily against the smooth stone wall, and splashed cold water on himself in annoyance.

As she stepped aside, rustling sounds came from the passage, and one after another, dusty and terrified human figures emerged from the maze.

There were over a hundred of them.

If it were just a few of them, it wouldn't be so difficult. The problem is that they also have to take care of the hundreds of burdens who have escaped here and cross the Peloponnese peninsula at the same time, which makes the difficulty increase dramatically.

"Um, my two goddesses, perhaps I can give it a try..."

Amidst the tense and anxious crowd, an elderly man wearing a monocle and coarse cloth clothes squeezed forward and responded respectfully.

"How do you want to try it, old man?"

"I need to collect a large amount of materials such as paraffin, feathers, resin, fish scales, and wood in the city to make some tools that will make it easier for us to cross the sea. Also, I am old and not very nimble, so please let my son Icarus assist me."

As they were talking, the old man pulled out a blond youth with a face that looked exactly like his from behind. The boy was secretly glancing at Euryale and Stheno, and was even staring at them in a daze without realizing it.

Stheno raised her hand to stroke her delicate cheek, quite satisfied with the charm of her face, and couldn't help but feel happy, nodding in agreement.

When the old man received his order and dispatched some people to go out and find materials, Steno looked at the hunched back and, on a whim, gave a reminder.

"Old man, if the tide comes in again, I won't have time to rescue you all by myself."

“I understand. You have already saved us once, which is a great favor. We humans should not be a burden to you, so we should find ways to save ourselves.”

Stheno paused for a moment, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the old man with curiosity.

"By the way, old... old man, I haven't asked you your name yet."

“Daedalus, Your Highness, I am the craftsman responsible for building this labyrinth.”

The old man respectfully patted his chest in a gesture of respect, his gaze back at the Minotaur labyrinth gentle and warm, his tone carrying the pride of a craftsman.

Chapter 253 Ares, what a kind person! (4.3k views)

The Peloponnese Peninsula, coastal wall.

"how is the situation?"

The sky reverberated with a hiss, and the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, a hundred meters long, folded its wings and landed on the city wall. Prometheus jumped off the dragon's back, looked seriously at the Oceanus Sea shrouded in dense clouds and rising and surging mist, and frowned as he asked.

"The situation is not optimistic! That thing's spiritual energy is still increasing. Although it hasn't attacked directly yet, if we make a move now, and we don't have the energy to cover our rear, the aftershocks of the battle will at least damage an area of ​​over a hundred miles along the Peloponnese Peninsula!"

Samael frowned, his voice low, and he seemed to have a headache as he spoke.

The civilization of the Greek world leaned more towards maritime civilization. Cities such as Crete, Sparta, Athens, and Mycenae, which preserved the essence of human civilization, were mostly built along the coast.

Crete, the first to be affected, has been reduced to ruins. Sparta was relatively ahead on the Peloponnese peninsula, followed by Mycenae. The coastal countries and regions of these two city-states were densely populated and were all within the range of the tsunami.

Moreover, the long and winding coastline makes it difficult to take care of everything in the event of wartime emergencies.

"How are you doing there?"

The ancient serpent looked back at the indistinct outline of the city behind it and asked a question.

"The news has spread far and wide. The city-states along the route are opening their gates and urgently gathering the population of villages and towns. People who need to be evacuated from the city have also begun to converge on the Great Altar."

Prometheus pondered for a moment, paused, and then added.

"Another piece of good news is that the city-states are mobilizing their entire resources to urgently build second and third lines of defense, inscribing magic array diagrams to intercept the tsunami, and reinforcements will arrive soon."

The fact that they were able to generate such a wide-ranging influence so quickly and mobilize the enthusiasm of the city-states along the route is a testament to their hard work in guiding humanity in this land.

Fortunately, the towering waves of the Oceanus Sea are visible to anyone who isn't blind, so not many people complain about having too long a life.

Therefore, under the dual influence of divine revelation and crisis, the evacuation is proceeding in full swing.

Samael patted his old friend on the shoulder, breathed a slight sigh of relief, turned around and looked into the distance, gazing at the blurry outline of Mount Ares, and pondered in a solemn voice.

"Contact Mount Ares and get Athens ready to accept refugees; it is currently the safest place for humanity."

In contrast, Athens is located almost on the central flank of the Peloponnese peninsula, surrounded by several island arcs that can effectively divide the giant waves and reduce the force of tsunamis, and its defense system is also extremely robust.

By relocating the elderly and infirm to the rear, the three lines of defense in front of the Peloponnese peninsula could effectively share the burden should the situation change, preventing widespread devastation wherever the waves passed.

"Yes, it's already being done on the way!"

As Prometheus nodded in response, a magnificent beam of light shot into the sky from above the Great Altar of the Acropolis in Athens, subtly conveying a tacit, unspoken signal.

Samael felt a little relieved, touched the narrow wound on his wrist that was still bleeding slightly, and asked about another matter.

"What was left for you?"

"Don't worry, I've given instructions to every city-state along the route. I even left behind some of the Golden Age heroes who returned from the Pure Land of Bliss to oversee the mission. These carefully selected individuals are all former kings and heroes of these city-states."

Prometheus spoke with certainty, a hint of mockery on his face.

"Then, let's begin..."

"Ok!"

Samael and Medusa nodded to each other, their figures drew closer, their hands resting on each other, their fingers interlocked.

As the two deities solemnly closed their eyes, golden and silver-gray light patterns resonated and spread out, rippling in two colors and stretching for hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, at the great altars of various city-states along the route.

A purplish-red blood bead suspended in mid-air frantically devoured the surrounding ether and absorbed the surrounding soil and rocks, solidifying them into a giant archway about 100 meters high and more than 100 meters in diameter.

As the archway was completed, the blood droplets dispersed, forming wedge-shaped runes that were engraved on both sides of the archway.

Inside the hollow door, a silver-gray, water-ripple-like light membrane gradually formed, revealing a vast, empty valley and a large contingent of soldiers on guard and guiding. The tents and camps were beginning to take shape.

When the light patterns stabilized, one after another, luminous white doves flew out from the hollow stone gate, chirping and conveying divine instructions.

Having overcome their fear, the evacuees mustered their courage and stepped into the stone gate one after another. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves in the area behind the gate.

Looking out, Mount Ares and the Acropolis of Athens stand majestically, and the earth and the fragrance of grass and trees beneath my feet seem so unreal.