Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 899 - 364: Warner

Chapter 899: Chapter 364: Warner

Days ago, the Prince made the decision to retreat.

Taking advantage of the moment before the others could react, Antilokos led his men out of the battlefield.

There’s not much to say about the retreat process; after all, the fleet of the Sea Kingdom still held a considerable advantage.

So, after paying some price, the fleet of the Kingdom of Pylos successfully headed in the previously decided direction.

Heading south, Antilokos was actually a bit nervous.

After all, according to the records of the Kingdom, the source of their bloodline, the palace of Sea Emperor Poseidon, was established in the south of the world.

The Prince once regretted this, because if they really came face to face with that fiercely brutal Sea God, their fate would probably not be very good.

But now, he could only pray that his premonition was not wrong.

“According to the directions recorded on the sea chart, it seems we are already approaching the deserted archipelago in the southeast of the world.”

“Legend has it that the natural environment here is very superior, even much better than most places in Pylos.”

“It’s just because of the special sights here that even the heretics of Silver Moon City do not wish to come near, let alone us believers of the Sea God.”

By the light of the Moon, Antilokos spread the map in front of him to observe the positions of the star cluster to ascertain their location.

To the west of the remnants of Mount Othrys, in today’s Mortal Realm, it is still a wilderness to Humans.

In the areas where Humans live and multiply, the closer to the southeast, the more superior the climate and environment.

However, in such circumstances, the countless islands in the southeastern sea of the world have always been neglected.

Because there, events occur that even all Gods cannot comprehend.

Mortals who migrated there just the day before would disappear the next day without a trace.

Even the Gods themselves could not find any clue upon investigating.

“Passing this area, heading to the Southern Sea, then making a loop back…”

Muttering to himself, the Prince once again confirmed his itinerary, nodding slightly before preparing to go back to rest.

The sky was already late; the Moon shone over the maritime boundary.

Antilokos turned around, preparing to call the guard standing watch in the distance to take up the sea chart.

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However, at this moment, the Prince’s expression suddenly changed.

Instantly, his normally rosy cheeks turned pale.

Weakened, Antilokos half-knelt on the deck, not understanding why, a huge sense of dread surged in his heart.

In this instant, the Prince felt as if his bloodline was boiling, his soul mourning.

And before the guards standing watch during the night could react, the next moment, an immense authority struck from afar.

The sound of thunder, clouds covering the skies.

At the edge of the night sky, the sea seemed to merge with the heavens, and a massive column of lightning split them apart.

The world seemed to be heading towards The End, and this small fleet was the only thing left in the world.

“What is this…”

“My Divine Blood… it… ah—”

The pale complexion turned blood red in an instant, as if the veins were about to burst.

Antilokos, using his last bit of strength, struggled to crawl to the edge of the deck.

Gazing into the distance, the scene resembling the end of the world surged in the Prince’s intuition.