Chapter 1809
by 林方方Chapter 1809 Today, I Allow You to Die
Feeling a sharp pain, Poseidon finally noticed a deep red figure that had somehow appeared above his head!
Fortunately, his body was already massive enough that although the blade pierced his skull, it didn’t reach any vital areas.
Poseidon struck out repeatedly, trying to grab Lin Qiye, but no matter how wide his attacks were, they were completely ineffective against someone with the ability to “ignore space”!
Between the black and red oceans, a figure wielding a long blade moved like a ghost, constantly drifting around the giant’s body.
The deep red cloak danced wildly in the wind, the sharp blade flashing brilliantly. In just a few dozen seconds, over a hundred bloody marks appeared on the giant Poseidon’s body. Though none were fatal individually, from a distance, the giant had turned crimson!
Dense threads of cause and effect extended from beneath Lin Qiye’s cloak, penetrating into Poseidon’s wounds.
In the reflection of Lin Qiye’s eyes, these threads had woven into a giant cocoon, slowly enveloping the giant Poseidon… the corner of his mouth curved slightly upward.
…
Poseidon remembered.
Thousands of years ago,
After the first time he was hunted and bled by that human, barely ten years passed before he encountered that deep red figure again.
It was a night of rolling dark clouds, and that figure, still wielding dual blades, walked step by step through the entrance of his temple, treading through blood…
The moment he saw that familiar face, he was terrified.
He screamed frantically, trying to call the other Olympian gods for help, but no matter how loudly he shouted, the gods seemed to have vanished, and not a single one responded.
“Poseidon, I’ve come,” the deep red figure said calmly. “I told you I would return for you.”
He tried to resist but was still cut down by the deep red figure with a single slash. The stranger’s power filled him with unparalleled despair.
He lay on the ground, kicking his legs as he retreated toward the corner of the temple, begging the deep red figure for mercy while backing away, but the latter seemed not to hear, pinning him to the wall with a blade.
Just like ten years before, the deep red figure cut open his flesh, letting divine blood fill the entire temple, flowing down the ancient stone steps of the mountain…
Amid constant pleas, Poseidon gradually lost consciousness.
As he approached death, the deep red figure spared him again, coldly saying:
“From now on, I will come for you once every ten years…”
After that, he disappeared.
…
Poseidon began having nightmares night after night.
When the ten-year appointment approached again, he found Zeus, who had already become the supreme god, and begged for his protection. Zeus readily agreed and told him to stay by his side at all times.
But when the deep red figure appeared again, Zeus seemed to vanish into thin air, nowhere to be found.
In despair… Poseidon once again experienced lingchi torture.
Later, he tried countless methods, going to different divine realms, hiding in different places, but no matter what, the deep red figure could always find him precisely, drain his blood, and torture him to the brink of death!
By the seventh time, Poseidon finally couldn’t take it anymore. Pinned to a boulder by the long blade, he desperately begged the deep red figure:
“Kill me… just kill me!!!”
“I will kill you… but not now,” the figure said calmly.
“A thousand years from now, when the sky turns blood-red, that will be your time to die.
Don’t try to kill yourself, or I will appear before you.”
A thousand years meant he would suffer torture a hundred more times. Unable to accept this reality, the day after he recovered from near-death, he secretly tried to commit suicide with a divine weapon.
But before the weapon could touch him, the deep red figure appeared out of nowhere, cut him down with one slash, and subjected him to another round of lingchi bloodletting.
He was utterly desperate.
That deep red figure was like an inescapable nightmare in Poseidon’s fate… his life, his everything, was merely a plaything to the other.
During the subsequent thousand years, Poseidon became increasingly numb, even adapting to the torture every ten years. He gave up all resistance because he knew that against that person, resistance had no meaning.
Throughout this millennium, his dreams contained only the deep red figure, wielding dual blades, slowly approaching… and that nightmarish, repeatedly echoing calm voice:
“Poseidon, I’ve come.”
“…”
“Poseidon, I’ve come.”
“…”
“Poseidon, I’ve come…”
“…”
…
Dual Wheel Sea.
Beams of light floated out from Lin Qiye’s body, reassembling into the blade of [Zhan Bai], which he gripped in his hand.
He looked up at the giant Poseidon in mid-air, tightly controlled by the threads of cause and effect. In Poseidon’s eyes, there was no longer any of the original sharpness, only endless blankness and numbness.
Wearing his deep red cloak and holding dual blades, he slowly spoke:
“Poseidon… I’ve come.”
Hearing this demonic whisper, a flash of instinctive terror appeared in Poseidon’s blank expression!
The next moment, this mythical forbidden technique [Dual Wheel Sea] gradually shattered and dissipated. The red and black oceans transformed into starlight and faded away, and Poseidon’s enormous form gradually shrank back to normal.
Poseidon instinctively canceled this mythical forbidden technique, a painful reflex developed over the millennium of torture.
The environment twisted, and the two returned to the peak of the divine mountain, facing each other.
The storm howled across the peak of the Sea God’s Mountain, wailing.
After a brief pause, Lin Qiye stepped toward Poseidon.
Covered in wounds, Poseidon hung his head, not daring to look at Lin Qiye. He stood silently in place, his eyes hollow, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Lin Qiye stopped in front of him, raised [God’s Calamity], and placed the black-gold blade tip against Poseidon’s chest, gradually applying force to pierce it… Crimson blood flowed along the blade, and Poseidon’s face visibly paled, but he still kept his head down, not making a sound.
In this eerie silence, Poseidon’s body was slowly pierced through by [God’s Calamity], the power of laws continuously dissipating under its effect.
He let out a painful groan, blood dripping along the blade onto the ground, pooling and gradually spreading down the divine mountain…
“Kneel,” Lin Qiye said calmly.
Without any hesitation, Poseidon fell to his knees with a thud, like a numb machine.
“Do you see it… the sky is blood-red.”
Lin Qiye spoke slowly. Above the Olympian mountains, a dark red “×” mark had already dyed the sky crimson.
Hearing these words, Poseidon’s body trembled slightly. He looked up at the sky, his entire body shaking… from fear, or perhaps excitement.
“Finally…” he rasped, relief appearing in his eyes.
Lin Qiye looked down at Poseidon kneeling before him and spoke, as if granting a favor or giving an order:
“Poseidon, the new king of Olympus, God of the Sea…”
“Today, I permit you to die.”