Poseidon, holding his trident, stood in space, slightly taken aback by the dense group of angels before him.
At his level of existence, language had ceased to be important,he understood what the angel had said...
Kill him?
Back in the day, one of his avatars ventured into the world of angels and was directly annihilated.
And now, merely passing by, these angels wished to kill him too?
A smile appeared on Poseidon's lips.
Perfect, his Trident and other Olympian artifacts hadn't been used in a long while. Now, in space, there was no worry of harming the innocent.
As a group of angels charged at Poseidon with holy light, he waved his sea-blue robe, and four divine swords floated around him, with a blue magical array under his feet.
He pointed forward with the Trident in his hand, and four divine swords along with the magic circle all flew towards the angels in front of him.
