# 1816
Chapter 1809: Today, I Grant You Death
Feeling a sharp pain, Poseidon finally saw a crimson figure had already arrived above his head!
Fortunately, his body had grown large enough that while 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 attack range became, it was utterly impossible against Lin Qiye, who possessed the "Space-Negation" ability!
Between the black and crimson sea, a figure gripped a long blade, drifting around the giant like a specter. The crimson cloak billowed wildly in the wind, blades of light flashing—within just a few dozen seconds, over a hundred gashes marked the surface of the giant Poseidon's body. Though none were individually fatal, from a distance, the giant had transformed into a blood-soaked mass!
Dense threads of karmic silk spilled from beneath Lin Qiye's cloak,钻进 Poseidon's wounds.
In the reflection of Lin Qiye's twin pupils, these threads had woven into a massive cocoon, slowly enveloping the giant Poseidon within... A faint smile curved his lips.
...
Poseidon remembered.
Thousands of years ago,
Just ten years after his first encounter—when that human had hunted him down and drained his blood—he encountered that crimson figure again.
It was a night of churning dark clouds. That figure still held twin blades, stepping over blood-soaked ground, walking toward him from the entrance of his temple, step by step...
At the sight of that familiar face, he was terrified.
He screamed desperately, begging the other gods of Olympus to help him, but no matter how loud he shouted, the gods had vanished like ghosts—none responded.
"Poseidon, I've come." The crimson figure spoke calmly. "I told you, I'd come find you again."
He tried to resist, but once again, the crimson figure cut him down with a single strike. That person's power filled him with unparalleled despair.
He lay on the ground, kicking and scrambling backward into the corner of his temple, begging and retreating simultaneously, but the crimson figure seemed deaf to his pleas, pinning him to the wall with a single blade.
Just like ten years before, the crimson figure cut open his flesh, spilling divine blood across the entire temple, letting it flow down the ancient stone steps of the mountain, drop by drop...
In his constant prayers, Poseidon gradually lost consciousness.
Just as he was about to die from blood loss, the crimson figure spared him, coldly saying:
"From now on, I'll come for you every ten years..."
And then, he vanished.
...
Poseidon began having nightmares, night after night.
When the ten-year appointment arrived again, he sought out Zeus, who had by then ascended to Supreme God, begging for his protection. Zeus readily agreed and kept him close at all times.
But when that crimson figure appeared once more, Zeus vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed.
In despair... Poseidon endured another round of slow dismemberment.
Later, he tried countless methods—seeking refuge in different divine realms, hiding in different places—but no matter what, that crimson figure always found him with uncanny precision, draining him of blood and torturing him to the brink of death!
The seventh time, Poseidon finally couldn't take it anymore. Pinned to a massive boulder by a blade, he desperately pleaded with the crimson 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 to blood—that is when you will die.
Do not attempt suicide. If you do, I will appear before you."
A thousand years meant another hundred rounds of torment. He couldn't accept this. The very next day after recovering from near-death, he secretly tried to end his life with a divine artifact.
But before the artifact could even touch him, the crimson figure materialized from nothing, cut him down with one strike, then administered another full dismemberment-and-draining treatment.
He was utterly hopeless.
That crimson figure was like an inescapable nightmare haunting Poseidon's fate... His life, his everything, was merely a plaything in another's hands.
In the following thousand years, Poseidon gradually grew numb, even adapting to the ten-year torment. He abandoned all resistance because he knew—resistance meant nothing to that person.
During those thousand years, his dreams held only that crimson figure, twin blades in hand, walking toward him slowly... and that nightmare voice, calm and repeated:
"Poseidon, I've come."
"..."
"Poseidon, I've come."
"..."
"Poseidon, I've come..."
"..."
...
Dual Wheel Sea.
Points of light drifted out from within Lin Qiye, reforming into the blade body of 【White Slash】, which he grasped in his palm.
He looked up at the giant Poseidon in mid-air, bound tightly by the karmic threads. In the latter's eyes, there was no trace of his former ferocity—only endless emptiness and numbness.
Cloaked in the Crimson Cloak, twin blades in hand, Lin Qiye spoke slowly:
"Poseidon... I've come."
Hearing that demonic whisper, a flash of instinctive terror broke through Poseidon's dazed expression!
Next, this mythological constraint 【Dual Wheel Sea】 began to shatter and dissipate, bit by bit. The crimson and ink-colored seas faded like stardust, and Poseidon's enormous form gradually shrank back to its original size.
Poseidon subconsciously released the mythological constraint—a painful instinct he'd developed over those thousand years.
The environment reversed. The two returned to the mountaintop, facing each other.
The storm howled across the summit of the Sea God's Mountain, whistling mournfully.
After a brief pause, Lin Qiye stepped toward Poseidon.
Covered in wounds, Poseidon hung his head low, not daring to look at Lin Qiye. He stood silently in place, eyes hollow, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Lin Qiye stopped before him, raising 【Magatsu】. The black-gold blade tip pressed against Poseidon's chest, pressing inward inch by inch... Crimson blood trickled down the blade. Poseidon's face visibly paled, but he still hung his head, silent.
In this诡异 silence, Poseidon's body was slowly pierced through by 【Magatsu】. Under its power, divine laws dissipated continuously.
He let out a痛苦闷哼, blood dripping from the blade onto the ground, pooling into a crimson lake that gradually spread toward the foot of the divine mountain...
"Kneel." Lin Qiye said calmly.
Poseidon didn't hesitate for a moment. With a thud, he fell to his knees, like a麻木 machine.
"Can you see it... The sky is blood-red."
Lin Qiye spoke slowly. Above the Olympian mountains, a deep crimson "型" mark had already dyed the sky blood-red.
Hearing these words, Poseidon's body trembled slightly. He looked up at the sky, his entire frame shaking... Whether from fear or excitement, it was impossible to tell.
"At last..." His voice hoarse, relief flickered in his eyes.
Lin Qiye looked down at Poseidon kneeling before him, speaking as if bestowing a favor, or perhaps issuing a command:
"Olympus's new King of Gods, Sea God Poseidon..."
"Today, I grant you death."