Chapter 863 Poseidon's Nightmare

A fishy and salty taste rushed into Poseidon's throat, and he swallowed it without holding it in his arms.

"Well--"

He immediately retched and shouted angrily, "I am the God of the Sea! God of the Sea! This damn illusion has weakened my abilities. No, it has taken them away! Otherwise, how could I have suffered such humiliation!"

He immediately stretched out his fingers and put them into his mouth, as if he wanted to squeeze out the champagne, just like a drunkard trying to induce vomiting. He had already used his soul power to block the stuff in his throat, so that it did not enter his stomach.

"Uh-uh--"

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get those things out!

Poseidon slipped and fell directly to the ground. Silent fear once again enveloped his heart, and he dared not observe what was happening at the moment.

What's going on? Wasn't it very easy for him to interfere with the lower world in the divine world before? Couldn't he just wave his hand and use his divine skills to repel the Pope named Bibi Dong?

Why am I now in the position of an observer, but I have to endure torture...? !

Poseidon kicked his legs on the ground and struggled to stand up, trying to escape from this place, but as soon as he turned around, he was unable to take another step.

Because countless branching staircases appeared before his eyes, going up and down, left and right, east and west, south and north. Each staircase carried the scent of heather, and each staircase was winding and tortuous, and they were entangled with each other, like a genetic spiral.

The illusion suddenly turned into a huge maze, and he stood at the deepest part of the maze.

"Where the hell is this... ah~!!!"

Blood dripped at his feet, reminding him of the fact that he was cut by Poseidon, but he didn't dare to stop.

In fact, he had already remembered that this illusion should be the former City of Slaughter, but it was overly distorted. He became a little white mouse in this maze. No matter how he ran, he seemed unable to escape the predetermined ending... It was just like when he and Shura God set up the plan for the Spirit Hall. Everything was done to ensure that the other party would fail in the end.

But he didn't believe it, because until now he felt that he was a god, an existence beyond the planetary dimension in this universe. He had always been the one to control the affairs of the planet. When would it be his turn to be controlled by others?

Don't be ridiculous! Poseidon is a unique genius in billions of years!

He endured the severe pain and stumbled towards a staircase. He was distraught but seemed to want to give it his all. He was gambling. He was gambling on his own will that he could find a loophole in this illusion. As long as his will was strong enough, he would be able to escape!

He ran wildly, panting, but after turning countless corners, he finally returned to the purple-black door.

"Oh no--!"

The expression on Poseidon's face changed, from fear to a bitter smile.

He turned around hysterically and once again ran towards the stairs like a stray dog. He wanted to escape from this purple-black door, but he always encountered these doors unexpectedly. From these doors came "rustling" sounds, the frightening sounds of knife sharpening, and strange sounds that he couldn't tell whether they were crying or laughing - they were made by himself.

Behind every door in this maze, Poseidon was being betrayed by his subordinates. He could clearly recognize that his subordinates were just puppets of the illusion, but over time, his consciousness began to become blurred, and he began to believe that all this was real.

A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth.

So what if the lie can't survive?

It's simple, just kill reality.

Poseidon covered his ears and let out a heart-wrenching roar, but no one answered him. There was only the creaking of the doors and various noises coming from behind the doors, which could even appear directly in his mind.

Poseidon suddenly remembered what he had done when he interfered with the divine test in the Angel Temple a long time ago. At that time, he sometimes smiled obscenely and sometimes curled his lips with disdain, as if he was watching the most ridiculous play in the world, but he watched it with gusto and occasionally made a comment.

Isn't he also in a drama at this moment? Whose drama is he in? And who is controlling all this?

"No! Impossible! There is no way I, Poseidon, could be someone else's performer!"

He suddenly shouted angrily, then aimed at a door next to him, trying to break in. He wanted to kill these puppets who were playing tricks on him, and he wanted to prove to the playwright of this show that he, Poseidon, was definitely not a clown in a circus!

"Bam—!"

He bumped into the door. The purple-black door was still creaking, but he couldn't get in. Instead, it slammed him out. Poseidon flew away and fell into the endless corridor with a dull look in his eyes.

What’s going on? This is the door that I had always wanted to escape from, but now I want to go in, but I’m rejected?

Poseidon didn't understand.

But the blood under him was still flowing, and his vision was getting blurrier and blurrier. He struggled to stand up again, trying to rush into the door again.

He coughed heavily, and blood kept coming out. It was as if there was a huge beast of desire lurking in his heart, trying to break free from his throat.

He stood up again, and this time his body seemed to be full of strength. The fifty-level cultivation was like turning himself into a bull. His eyes were full of bloodshot, so that everything seemed to be covered in red.

He really was like an angry bull, ramming with all his strength, not caring whether he hit the stairs, the walls, or the doors that were still ajar, he just rammed first.

He was covered in blood because of his recklessness, but still failed.

At this moment, all the doors opened at once, as if thousands or tens of thousands of lights were lit up at the same time, and figures came out of the doors one after another.

The leader was Tang Chen, who was wearing dark red armor. He had something in his hand, like a strip, which he was gently throwing up and down.

Beside Tang Chen, Poseidon still had a smile on his face, holding a golden trident and a shiny dagger in his hands respectively.

Behind them were the puppets that acted as the Seven Sacred Pillars of Poseidon. They followed behind these two with dangerous smiles on their faces.

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