Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 884 - 356 ’Strategy_2

Chapter 884: Chapter 356 ‘Strategy’_2 Chapter 884: Chapter 356 ‘Strategy’_2 They were gathered around a sea chart, seemingly studying the details of the war.

However, from the looks on their faces, it was clear they had not reached a consensus about the course of the future.

Sasa…

A faint friction sound arose as fingers slowly traced over the sea chart.

The middle-aged general was obviously trying to stay calm, but watching the ridiculously straight line on the sea chart, the corner of his eye still twitched incessantly.

Not long ago, this young man, holding the token of the New King, had arrived at the Athens Navy’s base and announced he would take over the management of this war against external enemies.

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And his method of facing the enemy was represented by this straight line.

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Naval strategy?

The middle-aged general certainly hoped that was the case.

But no matter how one looked at it, it seemed nothing more than a scribble that even a three-year-old could draw.

He was unaware of the sea conditions, the climate, the locations for supplies for both the enemy and us, or where they might be affected by the opposing Faith God’s power.

If this were a land army’s offense, this so-called strategy would be like connecting the camp to the enemy city with a line and then ordering the troops to charge.

Regardless if the front was hills or swamps, and regardless of possible ambushes, they were to advance at full speed without hesitation.

“Mr. Aiven… regarding Her Majesty the Queen’s trust in you, I have no objections.”

“After all, if it really comes down to it, I too am an old soldier who has fought alongside the former King.”

“The former King was wise and resolute, and I believe his successor could not be too far off, especially since, over the years, I’ve seen many capable people like you.”

Speaking slowly, the middle-aged general was cautious with his words.

Although he was quite dissatisfied with the situation, he still did not wish to have a conflict with the visitor.

“At first, I often used my first impression of them to assess their capabilities.”

“But then I gradually realized, although some were able to demonstrate their skills at the first meeting, others’ performances were not so apparent.”

“However, once I interacted more with them later on, I discovered that it was just my unfamiliarity with what they were truly good at.”

“As a commander, I am not familiar with governing a country, or the advanced alchemy technology, just like these expensive alchemy equipment I bought—I only know how to use them, but I can’t repair them.”

“Maybe you are in a similar situation, outstanding in your area of expertise, possibly unmatched in human all countries.”

“However, when it comes specifically to naval warfare, I still think I have some room to speak.”

“No matter how I look at it, the plan you designated does not conform to the traditional strategic thinking of naval battles—at least that’s what I know.”

“So if there is any special idea behind it, I am willing to listen respectfully, as it could enlighten me.”

“But if not… maybe you could first consider the strategies we’ve designed in advance.”

Reaching out to grab another sea chart, the middle-aged general felt he had done his best to exercise his modest art of expression.

After all, Athens was not traditionally a major maritime power.

The current Athens Navy was mostly established during the rule of Theseus, and they were not able to compete with the traditional aristocracy in many aspects.

Just to mention himself, the divine blood in the middle-aged general’s veins had thinned beyond ten generations.

“So… is this the strategy you’ve designed?”

Ignoring the general’s complex emotions, Laine casually flipped through the map he had presented.

Various markings and an array of arrows and curves densely covered the map.

There were six such sea charts in total, clearly results of their previous war simulations.

Apart from various external factors, just looking at these charts, Laine couldn’t help but respect the unimpressive-looking general.

Although Athens’s navy had not been established for long, perhaps as a result, their tactical command was not influenced by the mainland countries but rather had similarities with the style of Silver Moon City.

Laine admitted, the other side’s plans were indeed quite good, and logically, he was not one to insist on his own views.

However, as he flipped through the charts, Laine suddenly discovered a somewhat embarrassing issue.

That is, as an incarnation of separated human nature, he couldn’t always receive the millennia of prayers to the Lord of the Spirit Realm from Silver Moon City, nor could he access the knowledge and memories from the Well of Reincarnation about life and death.

Thus at this moment, facing the various marks on the map, Laine actually didn’t recognize any of them.

Well… speaking of which, it’s not surprising.

After all, Laine was commanding this so-called naval battle not because he was particularly skilled in this task, but because there was a mole assisting in this battle.

Not long ago, Nereus, in order to draw Poseidon out of his sleeping quarters, had received a confirmed response from the Lord of Hell and proposed a bold idea.

He stated that the Athens countries’ raids were influenced by him, and most of them were devotees of the Sea Emperor.

To attain his desire, the best method was to have them all buried at the bottom of the sea.

A major defeat, a disastrous defeat, or even a challenge to the Sea Emperor would definitely arouse Poseidon’s fury.

Furthermore, given Athens’ current hostile relations with the mainland countries, no one would think there was anything improper about it.

Even if Zeus found out, he would simply think it was some sort of contingency left by Athena and would not suspect it traced back to the lineage of the Ancient Sea God.

Thus, in this situation, it was entirely a scenario of “We are prepared to die in battle, why does our lord surrender first?” No matter how they fought, victory was assured, and Laine did not need to exert much effort.

However, upon observing the middle-aged general who was faithfully performing his duties, Laine thought long and hard but ultimately did not admit his complete lack of understanding of the sea charts.

Since victory was certain anyway and the outcome would be the same, he decided to take the simplest approach.

With a slap,

he casually arranged several sea charts to one side and pulled out the first one he had drawn.

Under the watchful gaze of the middle-aged general, Laine slowly asked,

“So, General, do you have complete confidence in executing your ‘plan’?”

“No one can guarantee victory, especially since the former King is no longer with us. Strictly speaking, our military strength is actually at a disadvantage,” the general stated in a grave tone.

“Hmm, and how much time will you need to carry out your ‘plan’?”

“Naval battles rely on finding opportunities; no one can guarantee when or where we will engage in battle.”

“In fact, the plan I’ve made must adapt to the circumstances and cannot be rigidly followed. I’ve already marked it above…”

“Can you keep the enemy out of our nation’s gates and ensure our maritime trade routes remain unaffected?”

“I cannot.”

The general answered confidently and continued to explain, “The ocean is too vast; we cannot firmly secure every location.”

“Moreover, with them strong and us weak, we are bound to be unable to defend every vulnerability…”

“But I can.”

“So… let’s do it my way.”

Drawing a circle on the original sea chart, Laine set the pen down.

There was no need for any fancy tactics; a direct approach meant they would almost inevitably encounter the enemy navy, utterly unprepared, at the location Laine had designated.

With the onset of the war, everything would be in their favor.

Whether it be the wind direction, the sea conditions, or even the schools of fish in the ocean, they would all support the Athenian army, aiding them towards the ultimate victory.

The war of mortals was just a factor; Poseidon was the big fish they aimed to hook.

However, upon hearing this, the middle-aged general could hardly contain himself any longer.

Under no circumstances could he tolerate such a thing happening before his eyes!

“Mr. Aiven, forgive my frankness—this isn’t a plan, it’s suicide.”

“No matter what, I absolutely cannot—”

“Enough.”

“If you have objections, you can raise them later.”

“But for now, I am the commander.”

Laine sighed inwardly, deciding to reward the faithfully performing general afterwards.

But at that moment, he unceremoniously produced a token from Andrea.

He couldn’t possibly explain what he intended to do… and as the royal token was observed, the middle-aged general’s expression grew even more troubled.

His hand slightly lifted, but ultimately, he did nothing.

“Aiven, you will regret this.”

“If we are defeated, you will be Athens’ criminal!”

With these final words, the middle-aged general leaned back in his chair and spoke no more.

Seeing this, Laine simply waved his hand and then issued a calm command.

“It seems there are no more objections… prepare to set sail.”

“Just follow the course I’ve marked, head east, close by, not deviating even a degree.”