Chapter 175 - 88: Sea God Awakens, Oracle of World Destruction! (Part 1)

Chapter 175: Chapter 88: Sea God Awakens, Oracle of World Destruction! (Part 1)

Julian Solo stared at the Golden Trident floating in his bedroom.

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cuffs of his shirt.

An inexplicable throb rose from the bottom of his heart, as if a boundless, deep ocean was churning within the depths of his soul. This divine artifact was clearly calling out to him. The sense of familiarity was like an innate instinct, flowing through his blood into his every limb and bone!

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the nearby sofa. His footsteps, as if pulled by invisible threads, stepped toward the trident one by one.

The closer he got, the stronger the resonance originating from his soul became.

The main shaft of this trident was not made of ordinary metal, but was intricately carved from a crystal that flowed with an indigo luster within. The patterns were complex and elaborate, bearing a primitive, profound, and divine beauty.

A faint blue pulsation lingered around the shaft, and every flash resonated with his heartbeat. This trident concealed an energy capable of overturning earth.

The three sharp blades at the head of the trident, piercing straight toward the firmament, seemed to be forged from flowing, dark silver stardust.

In Julian Solo’s ears, the deafening roar of ocean waves crashing against reefs actually rang out clearly, carrying an indomitable, majestic momentum.

A voice whispered deeply by his ear.

"Grasp it. Grasp the trident, and reclaim the authority of a god..."

Driven by some inexplicable force, Julian Solo reached out his right hand. The moment his palm touched the shaft, a surge of pure, golden divinity rushed wildly up his arm.

His pale blue eyes suddenly became as profound as the deep sea. Countless shattered memories broke through his human consciousness like a tidal wave.

In the churning abyss of the deep sea, clad in the elaborately designed Divine Scale of the Sea God and wielding the Trident, his towering divine body stood at the pinnacle of monstrous, sky-reaching waves.

With just a single glance, the roaring tides transformed into billions of water spears that tore the firmament apart.

"Repent, you sinners! Let the sea purify the earth!"

Athena, clad in her blindingly golden Divine Cloth, stood unyielding with the divine shield in her slender hand. The golden light flowing across the shield’s surface froze the world-destroying tsunami into a suspended curtain of water.

Twelve Gold Saints charged out from behind her like golden shooting stars, engaging the seven Sea Generals in a chaotic battle. The earth groaned under the collisions, and seawater was hurled into the sky by divine power...

The fierce battle lasted for seven days!

Ultimately, he fiercely hurled the trident. The blade, piercing through time and space, shot straight toward the center of Athena’s brow!

The divine shield rang out with a thunderous boom. The olive branch patterns surfacing on the shield materialized into physical vines, tightly entangling the trident’s shaft.

Immediately after, the Scepter of Nike pierced his chest. His divine body cracked inch by inch amidst the divine light, and his golden, divine blood dyed the entire ocean red.

"Sea God!"

The seven Sea Generals let out agonizing roars.

"Stop! How dare you?!"

But they were firmly pinned down by the Gold Saints. Outnumbered, they could only watch helplessly as he fell.

Athena drew a rune-covered clay pot from the void—it was the Amphora of Athena.

The mouth of the amphora hung upside down like an abyss, completely devouring his disintegrating divine body and roaring soul.

"Slumber. When the tides return, only then shall your atonement begin!"

The moment the amphora was sealed, the tsunami abruptly ceased. A fine drizzle fell, as if shedding tears for the defeated Sea God.

Julian Solo suddenly snapped back to reality. Unbeknownst to him, his face was already covered in tears.

He gripped the trident tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The ancient legends of world-destroying floods now had their answer.

Poseidon, the Sea God, had both unleashed cataclysms due to the ignorance and greed of mortals, and taken pity on living beings by leaving behind Noah’s Ark to preserve the spark of humanity.

But now, humanity’s trampling of the oceans had only intensified. Industrial wastewater dyed clear waters pitch black, fishing nets entangled the limbs of sea turtles, and unrestricted fishing brought countless species to the brink of extinction.

This cradle of life was being destroyed by humanity’s own hands, turned into a foul-smelling tomb.

"So that is how it is..."

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