Greece brings evildoers.

Chapter 67: The blood rage is fully activated and enters a berserk state.

"According to the will of the goddess, if I am in trouble, I can ask you for help."

After drinking a glass of wine, King Minos stated his intention seriously and looked at Lorne opposite him with piercing eyes.

"I invite you here this time to ask for advice on how to deal with the next second wave of beasts?"

Obviously, after a period of observation and thinking, he finally determined who was the person Athena said he was really looking for.

Lorne put down his cup and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"They retreated?"

"not yet."

King Minos shook his head, spread the sea chart presented by Princess Ariadne on the table, and pointed to a sea area not far from Crete.

"We expected the first wave of the offensive. They suffered a big loss when they landed ashore and suffered many casualties. In addition, the demigod-level Siren Banshee at the head was killed by the Lord God. These beasts lost their leader. I fell into chaos, so I temporarily retreated here to rest.”

While speaking, the old man looked at Anna opposite him and nodded to express gratitude and respect.

When Lorne heard this, he glanced at the little Medusa next to him.

So that’s what happened, I asked how the beast tide last night was bulldozed so quickly.

Sensing the gaze from Lorne, little Medusa lowered her head guiltily.

However, the expected blame did not come as expected. A warm hand covered her little head and stroked it gently.

When he raised his head and took a peek, those purple eyes were filled with only a hint of pampering and concern.

Little Medusa couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. She felt more confident and sat upright.

"Snapped!"

But as soon as the little head was straightened, it got a violent shock.

"Next time, don't take such risks alone!"

A soft hum came to her ears. Little Medusa held her head and nodded sadly.

After giving his "sister" a lesson for being too reckless, Lorne returned his attention to the attack and asked the questions he cared about.

"What are the specific losses of both parties?"

“克诺索斯城阵亡37人，轻重伤员58人；诺西亚城阵亡87人，轻重伤员153人；吉多斯城阵亡92人，轻重伤员118人……总体上整个克里特岛有接近200人完全失去战斗力。”

King Minos paused and added again.

"Of course, the losses of that group of beasts were heavier. It is roughly estimated that more than two thousand large and small sea monsters and sea beasts died in the first wave of offensive."

Lorne listened quietly, the expression on his face not loosening much.

With calculated calculations but no intention, the battle loss was close to 1 to 10, which seemed to be okay.

But there is a terrifying gap in size between the Oceanus Sea and Crete.

According to his more than ten years of observation on Aiyu Island, most of the sea beasts and sea monsters in the Oceanus Sea are only the middle and lower levels of this huge ecosystem, and they are almost always there in number.

Only those with divine blood can barely squeeze into the middle and high-level range of the ecosystem.

But on Crete, the number of humans is extremely limited.

Among the cities, there are even fewer people who can join the army and form combat effectiveness. Even if they are added together, they are only tens of thousands at best.

Every loss is a great loss to Crete.

In the first confrontation, 300 people lost their combat effectiveness. The situation was actually not optimistic.

Moreover, this was just the wave of sea beasts that had been driven here to lead the charge, and few of the real divine-blood clansmen had yet shown up.

If it were even more extreme, including the million-strong army of Atlantis, let alone Lorne, Athena would not be able to save the Minoans.

No wonder the goddess of wisdom tried her best to avoid the head-on conflict between Crete and Atlantis, and took the lead in bringing the matter to Olympus, directly blocking the accounts of the oceanic gods.

Otherwise, the Minoans could only prepare to dig holes and dig graves in advance.

Lorne thought about the current situation in his mind, and couldn't help pinching his sore eyebrows, secretly comforting himself.

But there is no need to be so pessimistic.

Sea beasts are different from human armies. They can come and go as soon as they are called. This is an advantage and a disadvantage.

As long as a few heads can be knocked off, they are nothing but a piece of loose sand. Moreover, this is the Age of Mythology.

On the battlefield, powerful individuals can easily change the pattern of the battlefield and determine the direction of victory or defeat.

For example, this time, as soon as Little Medusa killed the demigod-level Siren Banshee, the first wave of gathered beasts was immediately unable to sustain itself.

And if Atlantis's million-strong army could really act as a deterrent to the gods, it would not have sunk into the bottom of the sea.

Don’t be afraid, you can still operate it!

Lorne adjusted his mentality and expressed his judgment.

"It seems that the first wave of beasts is indeed a test."

"It's also revenge..."

King Minos sighed, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened a little, and he added faintly.

"According to what was said by a captured Siren Banshee, the God-blooded Familia on the Sea of ​​Oceanus were massacred by humans some time ago, so they gathered together, launched a beast tide, and came to take revenge."

"..."

Lorne's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and after a brief pause, his voice immediately became filled with indignation.

"Oh, it's really clean. I'm afraid Crete won't be able to blame that Poseidon this time!"

The old King Minos did not speak, but clenched his fists tighter, with faint crackling sounds of bones, and his entire face looked uncertain.

Seeing that this old man was almost full of rage and going berserk when he mentioned an old enemy, Lorne quietly moved his chair back and coughed quickly.

"Ahem, Your Majesty, speaking of which, I have always had a question. I hope you can answer it."

King Minos came back to his senses, suppressed the anger on his face, forced a smile, and nodded slightly.

"Please say."

"The great sacrifice to Poseidon, the god of the sea, shouldn't be that simple, right? It seems a bit contrary to common sense for humans to offer sacrifices to gods, but for gods to prepare their own tributes..."

Lorne saw King Minos' body stiffen slightly, and he couldn't help but understand. He changed the subject and added faintly.

"Furthermore, a mere beast sacrificed to the gods should not force a monarch with a virtuous reputation to abandon his reputation and risk offending the gods by forcibly detaining it."

"No, I did take it..."

Unexpectedly, King Minos across from him slowly shook his head, confirming his accusation of blasphemy.

However, the old body was trembling slightly, and the veins on his fists were sprouting, as if he was enduring great humiliation and anger.

After a long silence, the old man looked at his daughter who was accompanying him and spoke in a deep voice.

"Ariadne, go and see how the dishes are being prepared in the kitchen..."

"Okay, Father."

The thoughtful princess immediately understood, nodded and exited the courtyard, carefully closed the door and disappeared at the end of the road corner.

Watching his daughter go away, King Minos' golden power surged, forming a closed barrier that enveloped the entire courtyard.

After another long silence, the old man finally made up his mind and spoke with pain and difficulty.

"Because, Poseidon deceived me. It was no ordinary bull, but the incarnation of Crete's divinity and authority!"

"...!"

Hearing this secret that had never been mentioned before, the three of them couldn't help but feel shocked. They waited carefully for the witness of the incident to tell the true story.

"Back then, when I was fighting for the throne, I did use dishonorable means, so I was worried about the goddess's censure, so I prayed to Poseidon, hoping to get his protection.

But I didn't expect that he actually took the opportunity to detach the divinity and authority of the entire Crete island, turned it into a bull and sent it to me, so that I could sacrifice it to him! "

King Minos drank a glass of fruit wine, slammed the glass on the table, and straightened his back.

"Although I long for the protection of the gods, I never intend to sell the entire country to Poseidon! I am the king of the Minoans, not a slave tied to a chariot by the Atlanteans!"

Immediately, the old man took a deep breath, his eyes cold and firm.

"Poseidon has no right to interfere with the power of Crete! Only the Great Mother Goddess who protects us and guides us, and only the female master of the Minoans - Athena, is worthy of this sacrifice!"

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