Miracle Card Shop: All My Cards Can Be Actualize-Chapter 718: The End of the Olympian Gods

"And… goodbye!" Koyuki declares, her words carrying the weight of a heavenly decree. In an instant, calamitous thunder from Orochi’s body strikes down on Poseidon.

Poseidon quickly channels as much of his power as he can, summoning a massive wall of water to shield himself from the calamitous thunder. The sea roars in response, waves surging upward like titanic hands to protect their master.

Booooooomm!

The thunder strikes with the force of a collapsing mountain, sundering the waves and scattering the water shield into a fine mist. Poseidon staggers, his trident trembling in his grip. The ocean around him churns violently, but something feels… wrong. The sea, his domain, no longer responds as it should. The water feels distant, as if it’s slipping through his fingers.

"Arrrgggggggghh!!" Poseidon roars, his voice echoing across the turbulent waves.

He thrusts his trident into the air, his will commanding the sea to rise and crush his foe. But the water hesitates, then it moves, sluggish, and in teh end, it stays still... unresponsive as if it no longer recognizes its god.

"Im… impossible!" Poseidon utters in disbelief, seeing the sea’s reluctance to obey his command.

The series of thunder strikes continues, each one carrying the unmistakable power of divinity—divinity akin to Poseidon’s own. But the divinity of Yamata no Orochi is rooted in the role of the god of calamity. Its power is focused on destruction and chaos.

While Poseidon, as the god of the sea, also wields calamities like tsunamis, maelstroms, and whirlpools, he is not specialized in "calamity." Thus, the divine thunderstorm summoned by Orochi far surpasses Poseidon’s power.

Poseidon struggles to maintain his shield, his trident shaking as cracks begin to form along its length. He is overdrawing his power, pushing both himself and his trident to their limits.

Crack… Crack… Crack… Crack…

The cracks spread rapidly, traveling from the shaft to the blade of the trident. The blade begins to disintegrate, crumbling under the strain.

"No…" Poseidon can only utter a single word before his shield is crushed by the overwhelming power of the calamitous thunder.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunderstorm continues to pummel Poseidon’s godly body. His once-trusty trident has turned to ash, and his skin darkens from electric burns. Blue veins of energy crackle across his body as his divinity begins to leak out.

"No! My divinity!" Poseidon fears death, but what he fears more is the loss of his divinity. He loathes mortals, seeing them as nothing more than entertainment and pawns. The thought of becoming one is unbearable to him.

"No! No! No! No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Poseidon screams like a madman as his divinity pours out through the cracks spreading across his body.

Booom!

The final strike of calamitous thunder ends it all. The last remnants of Poseidon’s divinity leak out, leaving him utterly powerless. Seeing that Poseidon has lost every trace of his divinity, Koyuki commands Orochi to return to the mainland of Japan, leaving Poseidon to die alone on the sea.

The ominous dark clouds and crackling thunder vanish as Orochi departs, and sunlight bathes the bright blue sea once more. It’s as if the calamitous storm that raged moments ago was nothing but an illusion.

Poseidon, now without any strength or power—not even enough to speak—and devoid of divinity, drifts across the sea toward a nearby island. His consciousness hangs in a fragile balance between awareness and darkness. He is dying, held together only by the remnants of his divine body, which is battered, charred black, and riddled with cracks.

Eventually, Poseidon’s body washes ashore on the island. He slowly regains consciousness and begins to crawl toward what he hopes is safety.

"Just you wait… Koyuki… You’ll regret not finishing me off!" Poseidon rasps, his voice barely audible. "Once I get back to Olympus… I’ll make you…"

But his bitter mutterings are cut short as a pair of boots steps into his line of sight. Poseidon freezes, his breath hitching. He slowly lifts his head, his cracked and bloodied face squinting against the sunlight. A group of people stands over him, their shadows looming like specters of judgment.

"Hello… Lord Poseidon," a cold, venomous voice greets him. "Long time no see."

Poseidon’s blood runs cold. He knows that voice. He’d recognize it anywhere. It’s the voice of a man he thought he had crushed centuries ago—a man whose defiance is a trait remembered by him. The voice of Atlanteus, the last leader of Atlantis.

"Atlanteus…" Poseidon croaks, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and loathing. He stares up at the old man, whose face is etched with lines of age and fury. But it’s the wide venomous grinning smile on Atlanteus’s lips that chills Poseidon to his core—a smile that’s equal parts bloodthirsty and triumphant.

"How does it feel, Poseidon?" Atlanteus asks, barely keeping his happiness and satisfaction, his voice dripping with malice. "How does it feel to be powerless? To be mortal? To be weak? Like us"

Poseidon’s cracked lips part, but no words come out. His mind races, searching for a way to escape, to bargain, to survive. But Atlanteus isn’t here to negotiate. He’s here to settle a debt—a debt that’s been festering for centuries.

"I’ll tell you, Lord Poseidon, we’ve prepared a lot of ACTIVITIES!! for your… and our enjoyment!" Atlanteus says, his voice dripping with spite as he emphasizes the word "activities."

"No!... No! Spare me! Spare my life, and I’ll grant you anything! I don’t want to die!" Poseidon pleads in panic, his pride and arrogance completely shattered. Facing Atlanteus and a group of Atlanteans who hate him to the core, he knows that if he falls into their hands, his death will be anything but peaceful.

"Oh, don’t worry, Lord Poseidon," Atlanteus says with vengeful glee. "Until you’ve completed all of our activities, we won’t let you die! We’ll force-feed you elixirs to heal you the moment we notice you’re about to expire!"

Atlanteus’s eyes burn with hatred as he thinks of the fall of Atlantis, his family, and the countless people under his rule who were mercilessly slaughtered—and worse… r*ped by Poseidon. He can’t wait to pull out Poseidon’s bones, and tear out his tendons, and make him suffer for every atrocity he committed.

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"No! Kill me! Kill me now!!" Poseidon’s pleas are ignored as Atlanteus and a group of Atlantean soldiers drag him away. They take him to their base, hidden deep within New Atlantis—a place where Poseidon’s agonizing screams will never reach the ears of common men.

—

On Tian Xingyun’s side, she stands calmly in the sky as Zeus looks her up and down, his gaze lingering on her beautiful features. Even though her voluptuous figure is mostly hidden behind her white battle armor, Zeus’s lascivious stare leaves nothing to the imagination.

"Hmmm… I must say, I appreciate you. I see you carry divinity within your body. As a god, why don’t we…" Zeus’s voice trails off, but his eyes never stop roving over her, as if he’s mentally stripping away her armor and clothes.

"My body is only for my husband to appreciate. Look at me like that again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out," Tian Xingyun says, her voice icy and threatening. Zeus merely laughs, brushing off her warning, and continues to leer at her.

Splash!!!

Before Zeus can react, a sharp pain erupts in his left eye. Half of his vision goes dark. He touches his face and feels nothing but an empty socket, blood pouring down his cheek. Panicked, he turns around, his remaining right eye searching for Tian Xingyun.

He finds her standing nearby, holding his left eye in her bloodied hand. She looks at it with disdain, as if it’s nothing more than worthless trash.

"Give it back!" Zeus roars, his power surging. But before he can act, Tian Xingyun crushes his eye into a bloody pulp.

"Disgusting…" she mutters, summoning her spiritual flame to burn away the blood and remnants of Zeus’s eye from her hand.

"You!" Zeus channels his power, summoning his greatest weapon—his lightning. He intends to strike this arrogant, nameless god dead in one blow. But as he prepares to attack, a sudden wave of dread washes over him, as if death itself is staring him down. Reacting quickly, he forms a shield of lightning to protect himself.

Clank!!

Tian Xingyun’s sword strikes crash against the lightning shield Zeus has formed. The power of their clash is evenly matched, but Zeus knows he’s using all his strength, while Tian Xingyun seems to have power to spare.

"Is this the extent of the so-called ’most powerful god of the Greek Pantheon’? Pathetic," Tian Xingyun spits, her voice dripping with contempt. She shifts her stance and strikes again, this time from a different angle.

Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!

Her attacks come like a storm—swift, relentless, and unpredictable. Zeus blocks frantically, but the sheer speed and variety of her strikes overwhelm him. To make matters worse, his missing left eye leaves a glaring blind spot in his defense, leaving him vulnerable.