*Chapter 250: [Justice League]*

The group from Atlantis was truly shocked. They prided themselves as the descendants of Poseidon, and for them, faith in Poseidon was absolute.

Now, while it made sense that Poseidon’s trident was in Arthur’s hands, why was Poseidon’s divine steed with an outsider?

“No! Not an outsider—look, the Light of Poseidon!” Vico pointed to the chariot.

From afar, a shroud of unclear mist covered the chariot, making it impossible for outsiders to see what was on it.

Not being able to see didn’t mean they couldn’t sense it. The mist, which appeared as fog to mortals, was like an ID card in the elemental world to those with elemental powers.

The Atlanteans had spent their entire lives chasing Poseidon's oceanic power, so how could they not recognize their god’s power?

This wasn’t just an artifact imbued with Poseidon’s power; it was the supreme divine power bestowed directly by Poseidon himself!

For a moment, even Arthur felt immense jealousy—why, as the king who inherited Poseidon’s trident, couldn’t he receive divine power directly from Poseidon like this person?

But in the next second, all the Atlanteans collectively fell silent.

At a distance, it wasn’t so apparent, but as the Greek chariot rapidly approached, the overwhelming divine power could no longer be concealed.

“Oh my god! This is a true god walking the earth! And not just any god, but the chief god—the God of War, Ares?” Arthur, Mera, Vico, and the others were so shocked their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Having just surfaced from the water, they didn’t care about their disheveled state. Except for Arthur, who knelt on one knee, the others knelt awkwardly on the top of the manta ray-shaped submersible, as waves knee-deep kept slapping their faces.

Nearly a hundred people shouted in unison, “We greet the great Ares!”

The atmosphere by the shore became eerie.

The three oceanic steeds, which had been racing, obediently halted, their deceleration so smooth that not a trace of hoof prints or scratches was left on the ground. A wave of water gently surged in front of the divine horses, dissipating all the momentum.

The ‘Great Chief God’ within the mist was, of course, Atreus.

Atreus was incredibly frustrated—on multiple levels.

He had finally sent Louis and the other bodyguards away and replaced the entire island with Amazonian warrior guards, thinking he could take a leisurely ride with Penthesilea.

After all, the three divine horses loved such outings, and Penthesilea enjoyed playing some little games with him on the chariot.

Moments ago, this Amazonian queen had been holding the reins with one hand and leaning forward, and Atreus was about to get on the horse. Who could’ve known that suddenly a group of Atlanteans would come running out of the sea, shouting “Long live Ares” and whatnot?

If it weren’t for recognizing Arthur and Mera, Atreus might’ve given these guys a taste of divine wrath.

He patted Penthesilea’s rear, and the Amazonian queen straightened up, somewhat displeased as she looked toward the distant shoreline.

The chariot stopped thirty meters away, and as the mist cleared, Arthur and the others finally saw the two figures on the chariot.

“It really is the Amazonian queen Penthesilea. But wait, that person beside her—no, wait, that’s not Ares!” Vico hadn’t even finished his sentence before he was nearly blinded by the brilliant divine light that suddenly appeared in the elemental world—so powerful, so vast it was blinding.

Vico’s face showed first shock, then a bitter expression.

A large, figurative “disaster” formed in his mind.

This wasn’t just awkward—Atlantis might be doomed.

“I deeply apologize! It was my failing eyesight that caused the mistake,” Vico, terrified, immediately dropped to his knees in complete submission.

“I don’t blame you. You are forgiven,” Atreus magnanimously waved his hand. “However, I think you might not know that the previous God of War, Ares, rebelled against the Olympian gods at the end of the mythological era and was killed about eighty years ago. I, calling myself Kratos to the outside world, am the new God of War.”

What?

The information was overwhelming!

The Atlanteans were completely dumbfounded.

They prided themselves on being the descendants of the sea god, but in truth, they had lost all contact with Poseidon over two thousand years ago. If they had received any message from Poseidon, even an unclear divine revelation, there wouldn’t have been civil wars among Atlantis’s seven kingdoms.

Arthur had only recently unified Atlantis by finding Poseidon’s trident and earning his approval.

Additionally, they were nearly completely isolated from the surface world. They didn’t even know when the mythological era had ended, let alone the latest developments.

Meanwhile, Atreus, the God of War, had been incredibly low-key, never intentionally spreading his faith or gathering a mass of followers.

The result? A massive misunderstanding.

Seeing how Atreus, the God of War, was unexpectedly approachable, speaking without any condescension, Arthur mustered the courage to ask, “May I ask, Great God of War Kratos, what happened to Poseidon?”

Atreus felt a bit awkward, thinking: Could I really tell them that Poseidon, along with Zeus, was lounging around Mount Olympus, attending constant parties and practically forgetting about Earth? How do you think so many monsters with sea god blood in Greek mythology came about?

Clearing his throat strategically, Atreus replied, “They have other matters in the Pantheon. In truth, after Earth entered the age of mortals, they stopped responding to their followers’ prayers. But if you have urgent business, I can contact him for you.”

Atreus had given them plenty of face, without exposing the gods’ decadent lifestyle.

“We do have urgent matters!” Vico respectfully reported. “Darkseid has returned. He still has his eyes set on Earth and has sent his general, Steppenwolf, who just took the Mother Box sealed in Atlantis.”

“We have failed! Please punish us!” Arthur, Mera, and the elite Atlanteans knelt on the beach in submission.

This was serious.

In ancient times, the gods had shifted the responsibility of guarding the Mother Box to their divine descendants. Now that the descendants had failed, Atreus, possessing Poseidon’s power, had every right to punish them.

The wrath of a god could destroy everything.

Since Atreus represented Poseidon’s will, if he wanted to annihilate Atlantis, Arthur and the others might just have to accept it.

They couldn’t resist the absolute power of divine bloodlines.

“Forget it. It’s not your fault. It’s all guided by fate,” Atreus’s mercy lifted a heavy burden off Arthur and the others, who were moved to tears with gratitude.

Looking around and seeing the Amazons approaching from the distance, they suddenly felt a strange sense of deja vu.

With the Atlanteans and the Amazons together, if they had a few more regular people, it would feel like a revival of the ancient battles.

“Stop kneeling, let’s talk inside.”

By the time Batman and his team arrived, they saw Superman slowly descending from the sky, a wild-looking yet obedient Aquaman, and the Amazonian queen Penthesilea wearing a golden crown.

The lineup was exactly what Batman had in mind, but the atmosphere was entirely different from what he had imagined.

(End of chapter)