Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 891 - 360: Inviting the Lord

Chapter 891: Chapter 360: Inviting the Lord

“Your Highness, be careful—”

Buzz…

Tear—!

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The world before his eyes was a complete Chaos, upside down, shifting left and right.

A heavy hum rang in his ears; amidst the haziness, Antilokos tried to open his eyes.

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But at this moment, he felt as though he was carrying a weight of ten thousand catties, unable to move his body an inch.

“…”

“…What is this…”

After an unknown amount of time, leaning against the deck, the Prince finally regained a bit of his ability to move.

He struggled to prop himself up and then surveyed the surroundings.

There were sounds of slaughter, screams, but no sight of the enemy.

Beams of light piercing through the fog rose and fell, bringing endless explosions to the sea.

Even on the flagship where Antilokos was, there were several huge holes and mast poles that had long since broken.

All the current situations were telling the Prince that the state of affairs at sea was likely grim.

“Ugh…”

Holding his forehead, looking at everything before him, Antilokos recalled what had just happened.

He had been urgently informing the fleet to continue dispersing the formation, to evade the Athens crystal cannons that were of unexplainably high accuracy.

However, at that moment, six strong beams of energy shot from the Athenian ranks, straight toward the warship where the Prince was.

If it were only one shot, Antilokos believed he could block it, which was why he had dared to come to the frontline.

As long as he wasn’t targeted by a barrage of fire, his life would not be in danger.

But obviously, under this precise combined strike that seemed to have the ‘eyes of God’, there was nowhere for the Prince to escape.

Fortunately, the power of Demigods comes from their bloodline, so they often can burst forth with exceptionally strong potential at the brink of life and death.

So at this crucial moment, Antilokos still blocked the attack.

But the cost was clear; he was directly knocked unconscious by the huge impact, only waking up now.

And the soldiers that had been around him at the time were probably reduced to dust.

“…The deputy officer… Right, the deputy officer, come to me quickly!”

Finally a bit clearer, the Prince forced himself to stand up from the deck.

Blessed by the Sea God’s bloodline, he could barely see a short distance around him.

The enemy had not yet launched a real offensive, but their own formation was already completely disrupted.

Antilokos didn’t know how the Athenians had managed this, but what was clear was that if he didn’t do something, his Kingdom would be shamed by him.

“—Your Highness, I am over here, you’ve finally woken up!”

As the Prince’s call fell, a response immediately came from afar.

Soon, the deputy officer, a general, ran over with a look of surprise on his face.

But Antilokos could see the other’s somewhat ragged clothes and bleeding arm.

Clearly, this general had also come under attack.

But he probably faced nothing as dangerous, so the outcome was much better.

“Your Highness, after you fainted, I tried to wake you up but to no success… To protect your safety, I have already ordered to slow down our pace.”

“The Athenian attacks are too precise, but we still hold a numerical advantage, I—”

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“—General, listen to me!”

Interrupting, his head was again hit with a bout of dizziness.

Mustering his spirit, Antilokos spoke in a deep voice.

“Now, lead our people, and retreat.”

“What?”

In disbelief, the general from Pilos obviously did not expect such a conclusion.

However, the Prince merely nodded, affirming his decision.

“Yes… retreat. There’s no need to continue fighting.”

“The level they are displaying now has already negated our geographical advantage. If we continue to fight, even if we win, it would only be a Pyrrhic victory.”

“General, our mission was to gain benefits, not to fight to the death.”

“Besides, our greatest reliance has never been ourselves, has it not?”

As a descendant of Poseidon, unlike Athena who almost never descended in person to help Athenians in battle, Poseidon was quite willing to spread his power and fame through Divine Descending.

So with a nod, his deputy understood his meaning.

“You mean…”

“Notify those Priests that we no longer have the capability to maintain the safety of the scene, and all of this is due to the Athenian assault.”

“How they handle things is for them to decide. But either way, they will report everything to the Deities.”

Stroking his forehead, the Prince waved his hand.

The decision was made, but there was a proper way to retreat.

Simply retreating back to Pilos wouldn’t do; it was best to take a detour.

To the north, or perhaps to the south.

After all, the Athenians were unlikely to try to attack their homeland; they did not come to seize land.

So Antilokos just needed to find an excuse to hide, and then come back to clean up the mess.

“We go north… towards the south.”

“But that’s where the rumored Palace of the Sea Emperor is located. Remember to dodge it… We set off now.”

The explosions around continued, and the Prince originally intended to head north, not accidentally retreat right in front of the Sea God.

But for some reason, Antilokos had a mysterious premonition that he should go south.

Hmm… South then, it’s not a big deal.

As a traditional human of Chaos, both a detractor and supporter of Fatalism, Antilokos still trusted his own intuition.