Myth: I am God!

Chapter 112 Declaration of War! Declaration of War! Declaration of War!

When I heard this.

Everyone in the hall fell silent.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the powerful and influential figures exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion. Some of their political enemies were even more convinced that the other was the one who had betrayed the kingdom...

However, at this moment someone suddenly spoke up and asked, "Your Majesty, how did Isaac know about this? What proof does he have?"

After he finished speaking, he was stared at by many eyes.

Suddenly, he realized that something terrifying, like a wolf or a tiger, was staring at him. He looked up and saw the hero's son with golden eyes. He felt cold sweat break out, as if he were facing a tiger or a wolf.

At this moment, Isaac stood up, took out a papyrus letter from his bosom, held it high in the moonlight, and waved it to everyone. The servant took the letter and read the sentences from it word by word in front of the dignitaries.

After the recitation, everyone fell silent again, looking around as if trying to leave...

The banquet had already been blocked off by several guards with swords.

The legion commander, Pan, was holding a sharp sword, standing at the entrance of the main hall, drinking wine while staring at the group of dignitaries.

If they dare to step out of the main hall, this legendary brute's blade will show no mercy.

The powerful and influential people then realized that something was wrong; this was not a simple banquet.

This is a power purge by the king!

As a result, the powerful and wealthy began to reflect on where they had gone wrong and where they had been improper, and they were filled with trepidation.

At this moment, the second prince, standing in the crowd, turned deathly pale...

He was the person behind it all.

If his father finds out he was behind everything... then forget about the throne and the struggle for the crown prince position; he might even lose his royal status...

He panicked, and when the atmosphere at the banquet reached its most tense moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he had thought of some connection. He immediately stood up and shouted "No..." towards the stage.

"Father! You've overlooked one thing!"

Upon hearing this, Dicttis and his courtiers cast curious glances, eager to hear what insightful opinions the prince had.

The second prince calmed his pale face, took a deep breath to suppress his fear, and pointed at Isaac, shouting, "Father! Why was the Confederation safe and sound before, but on the very first day that hero's son arrived, Athens and Memphis declared a break with us?"

"I find it hard not to believe there's some connection between them..."

"Of course, this is purely speculation and may not be true, but... it's worth pondering."

"Perhaps Isaac is the one who betrayed Argos!"

"These days, writing is not a difficult task. If Isaac Argos were to tell the truth to the delegations from Memphis and Athens, and use a forged letter to clear his name, it would also cause unrest among the people of Argos, leading to mutual suspicion and even chaos..."

The second prince explained, and the surrounding nobles found some of his explanation reasonable.

He then involuntarily began to believe some of the second prince's words.

He looked dazed.

The second prince's gloomy eyes stared at Isaac like a wolf.

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, and the more sense it made: "Perhaps... he wants to take advantage of Argos' internal and external troubles to seize the throne amidst the chaos..."

"Because... the hero Yara bestowed the king's crown upon you, Father!"

"And Isaac... may have long coveted the crown that rightfully belonged to him!"

After the second prince finished speaking, the entire room fell into a brief silence again...

The first to break the silence was not the king, nor Isaac, but Perseus.

He broke free from Princess Andromeda's grasp, overturned the table in front of the second prince, scattering food and drink all over the floor, and glared at him, roaring, "Do you know what you're saying?!"

The second prince was intimidated by Perseus's imposing manner and took a few steps back, but he gritted his teeth and glared back, saying, "Brother!"

"I'm referring to a highly probable guess..."

"Are you going to defend outsiders?!"

Perseus slammed his fist into the pillar behind the second prince, creating a deep crater, and roared, "How can Isaac be an outsider?!"

At this moment, the second prince took a few more steps back until he had nowhere left to retreat and was pressed against the wall. He snorted coldly and muttered, "That's right."

"Because you're an outsider too..."

Enough—

—

At that moment, Dicttis spoke from his throne, his deep voice like the heavy drumbeats of a battlefield.

This silenced everyone present, and their gazes involuntarily turned to the King of Argos.

The next moment, everyone heard an incredible message from the King of Argos: "Isaac is the son of the Messiah."

"He truly should have been the king of Argos."

"Therefore, the crown prince of Argos must obtain my approval."

"It must be recognized by the Messiah."

"But if Isaac doesn't approve of anyone..."

"He can then establish himself as king."

The powerful and influential were in uproar.

Upon hearing this, the second prince's heart sank, and he felt as if the sky had fallen...

It's as if all meaning in life has been lost.

Isaac and Perseus were close friends since childhood. Wasn't his father's action tantamount to placing the crown on Perseus's head? What was his father thinking? He was clearly the rightful heir, the one with the blood of Dicttis!

Why would a father favor Perseus and Isaac, who are not related by blood?

Gradually, the second prince slumped to the ground, a strong sense of hatred welling up in his heart.

In the latter half of the banquet, Dicttis did not arrest any more traitors. In fact, what he wanted to do was not to arrest traitors, because there are always traitors to be caught. What he wanted to do was to intimidate these powerful people.

At the same time, Dick issued his decree—Argos declared a state of war, preparing for the impending crisis.

Some ministers, seeing this, asked in bewilderment, "Your Majesty, it's just the dissolution of the confederation, not a declaration of war. Why the rush to prepare for war?"

At the time, Dixtis did not answer.

Just one week after the banquet, a declaration of war was delivered to the court by the delegation:

Sparta declared war on Argos on the grounds that Dicttis was plotting to usurp the throne.

In the days that followed, many city-states in Nare first cut off trade and then stopped foreign exchanges. Several days later, declarations of war were delivered to Dicttis one after another, and some of the reasons for the declarations of war were even illogical.

[Sugula declared war on Argos, citing the market dominance of Argos wines.]

And so on.

However, thanks to Isaac's reminder, Dicttis had the foresight to summon many warriors from the Hall of Heroes, requisition blacksmiths and blacksmith shops, reorganize the legions, and reopen the frontier fortresses.

On the square.

Dicttis was dressed in gold-plated armor and a red cloak, wearing a gold helmet and carrying a longbow.

He was flanked by two people—

The legendary warrior Pan, clad in heavy bronze armor and wielding a spear and shield, seemed to proclaim that this old general was still vigorous and not yet old. He clashed his spear and shield together with a clanging sound, roaring to inspire the morale of the legion below.

On the other side.

Standing there was the valiant and imposing eldest prince, Perseus, known as the "strongest warrior of our time," clad in gleaming armor, raising his longsword and shouting along with his soldiers.

The people of Argos looked at the legion shining in the sunlight with pride and honor. The men longed to join the army and fight for their country, while the women and the elderly prayed incessantly, hoping that the men would return victorious and that the war would end soon.

And when the momentum reaches its peak.

On that high platform.

The King of Argos, his temples slightly gray, drew his longsword and roared in response—

"In the name of the Messiah, for the Lord's nations!"

"War on Sparta! War on Corinth! War on Athens! War on Syracuse! War on Thebes!"