Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Moreover, even if it's a group fight, what's even more embarrassing is that 10 against 1 still lost!

When the dust settled, Medusa was shocked to find that the gloomy-looking God of Light was raising his left hand and pressing down on his right arm, continuously applying divine power to purify it, attempting to dispel the black mist remaining on the wound.

His golden longsword also fell into the sun chariot, its light dimmed and its mournful cry never ceasing.

Ha, if you use a bow, with the help of the nine Muses, you might be able to hold out for 40/60.

Employment agencies should exercise restraint, but they should also be selective in their staff and, more importantly, assess their competence!

With your self-taught swordsmanship, abandoning the bow for a sword, using the short to attack the long, and engaging me in close-quarters combat, you probably don't know what a real battlefield is like, do you?

Uh, right, it seems you haven't really seen many large-scale battlefields.

The war between the old and new gods, as well as the earlier Titan rebellion, were all thanks to your father Zeus; you just reaped what you sowed.

No wonder that as soon as Zeus went out, Typhon, the king of gods and monsters, went up to Olympus and could beat you all to a pulp.

Compared to these pampered theorists, Samael, being a practical fighter, possessed a natural advantage in both strength and psychology. His imposing aura intimidated Apollo, who was at a disadvantage, and he dared not act rashly.

"boom!"

Meanwhile, Athena, worthy of being called the goddess of war, after figuring out Artemis's tactics, made a close-range advance and performed an unconventional maneuver.

Under Artemis's astonished gaze, the goddess of wisdom abandoned her sheepskin shield and broken bronze spear, unleashing a Pankrasian attack that not only knocked away the opposing arrows but also nearly made the unsuspecting goddess of the hunt vomit acid.

The outcome was decided. The proud Artemis angrily rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury, her clenched teeth grinding together.

The 20 battle nymphs sensed the wrath of the god they served and instinctively assumed an attack stance. Medusa, who was monitoring the force opposite her, immediately had her pupils contract and her demonic eyes activated.

Just as the atmosphere had begun to ease, tensions rose again, and a conflict seemed imminent.

Chapter 114 The Real Grandma Has Arrived (1/2)

rustle…

In an instant, a strange rustling tremor came from the forest surrounding the 20 combat nymphs, and trees collapsed in patches.

what!

The group of nymph fairies followed the sound and looked up to observe the source, which was a hundred meters away.

Hidden in the woods, nine menacing snake heads emerged, occasionally flicking out their black tongues.

The venom dripping from the monster's mouth splashed onto the ground, sizzling and dissolving into large holes, raising wisps of putrid blue smoke. Eyeballs, like scarlet lanterns, rolled coldly.

The nymphs felt a chill run down their spines and gasped in alarm. Instinctively, they drew their bows and arrows to retaliate, and the arrows that shot out struck the nine-headed monster one after another.

The clanging of metal against metal created a cacophony of sounds. Most of the sharp arrowheads were deflected by a layer of black scales, with only a few embedding themselves crookedly in the gaps between the scales.

Even its blood-red snake eyes, which were its weakness, closed as its eyelids closed, repelling several arrows that were unusually accurate.

And in an instant, the black giant snake's muscles writhed, squeezing out the arrows one by one, and the wounds healed and regenerated in the blink of an eye.

A god or monster that is immortal!

As the behemoth gradually approached the defensive line and its troublesome characteristics, the battle nymphs gritted their teeth and solemnly formed a battle formation.

"Watch out, it's bait!"

At the same time, Artemis sensed the whispers coming from the dense forest, her expression changed drastically, and she turned her head to shout urgently at the 20 combat nymphs.

However, it was too late. Strange ethereal rhythms and mysterious or ferocious auras suddenly burst forth from the surrounding area.

"Buzz!"

With a hum in the air, an invisible spiritual vibration spread out.

"boom!"

Two fighting nymphs were pinned to the ground by a pair of long, slender claws.

A sphinx with wings and disheveled hair approached them and asked them in a mystical manner for the answers to the two riddles.

"What has feet yet no one knows, taller than trees, reaching into the clouds, yet never grows taller?"

"It will devour everything: insects, fish, birds, beasts, flowers, trees; it can bite through pig iron and corrode through steel; it can turn rocks into dust; it can kill kings, slaughter towns, turn seas into mulberry fields, and turn mountains into plains."

The two fighting nymphs were terrified by this obviously neurotic female monster. Their faces turned pale, they swung their swords upwards, and roared through gritted teeth.

"Go away!"

"Wrong answer! Wrong answer! We'll throw you off the cliff! We'll throw you off the cliff!"

Sphinx jumped back slightly, grinned maliciously, and then picked up two battle nymphs, intending to throw them into the distant valley.

"Keep alive!"

Samael, Medusa, and Athena all shouted orders in unison, and Sphinx reluctantly pinned the two battle nymphs to the ground. Then, with a blink of her eyes, she came forward again and chattered incessantly.

"I'll give you one more chance. You can't see it, you can't touch it, you can't hear it, you can't smell it. It hides behind the stars, it lies beneath the hills, it fills the void. It comes a little at first, then it all arrives, it ends life, it stifles laughter. What is this?"

The two nymphs were dizzy from the battle, wildly swinging their longswords to defend themselves, but they could not escape the monster's demonic voice. The intense irritation even made them have the urge to commit suicide.

If they had any knowledge of later cultures, they might have given the middle finger and decisively said something.

"Riddlers, get out of Greece!"

Meanwhile, the surrounding nymphs also suffered sudden suppression.

With its stiff mane and supple skin, the Nemean Lion deflects the sharp edges of arrows and swords, and with each of its two front paws it holds down the delicate neck of a battle nymph, which it can break with the slightest force.

"Roar!"

"boom!"

"What are you yelling about! It sounds awful! And look what you've done to your two little ones down there! Remember to brush your teeth next time!"

The deafening roar of the giant lion abruptly ceased. The Nemean lion looked sullenly at the arrow that had struck its head, and rolled its eyes at the Gorgon sisters perched atop the back of the Colchis dragon.

Beneath its claws, as glistening saliva splattered, the two fighting nymphs, as if their faces had been washed, smelled the stench clinging to them, their stomachs churning, and they vomited repeatedly.

Immediately afterwards, Euryale and Stheno, each wielding a longbow, knocked the weapons from the hands of several combat nymphs and used their Mystic Eyes to freeze more than ten people in place.

Meanwhile, the three-headed monster king, Chimera, easily subdued a combat nymph using each of its different heads.

Hydra, the hydra responsible for acting as bait and creating a disturbance, arrived later. Its nine imposing heads, with their sinister gaze, fixed intently on the few remaining survivors.

you!

Apollo, atop the chariot of the sun, had a grim expression and his eyes were filled with apprehension. The nine Muses beside him, seeing the menacing and ferocious monsters approaching from all sides, paled in shock.

Just moments ago they were surrounding the enemy, but in the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by the enemy.

Moreover, in a single exchange, 20 god-level battle nymphs were scattered and suppressed, and this was even with the opponent not using their full strength.

If they so desired, they could easily wipe out nearly half of the battle nymphs with a little effort.

They are muses, goddesses of the highest order, but they are primarily artistic deities of knowledge, music, and literature. Their combat prowess is lacking; at most, they can only fight on par with 20 combat nymphs.

If the other side harbors ill intentions, I'm afraid none of them will be able to leave today.

At this moment, Samael looked at the Typhon children who had come to his aid, a slight smile playing on his lips, while secretly glancing at Apollo, the god of light, whose face was contorted with humiliation and caught in a dilemma.

Tch, don't think you're the only one who knows how to call for backup.

Even if the reinforcements from Arima's crypt don't come, Mycenae is not far away, and the army gathered there, coupled with Athena's artistic command, will be more than enough to give you a hard time!

Don't you even bother to find out where this is?

The Peloponnese! A vital stronghold of humankind! Here, believe me, my word carries more weight than Zeus's!

The ancient serpent frowned and sneered. It and Medusa kept an eye on Apollo and the nine Muses, while Athena entangled Artemis. The atmosphere between the two sides became tense again.

However, this time the opposing force was much weaker, as docile as a rabbit under a tiger's claws. They were even more afraid that Samael would disregard the consequences and bury them in a pit.

"What are you doing? Stop! Stop right now!"

Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, a surprised shout came from behind, and four figures walking together emerged from the bushes.

Hestia, who spoke, raised her hand and pointed at Apollo and the other gods.

"Aunt Hestia, what's wrong...?"

Artemis looked at the blue-ribbon goddess with a face full of surprise and anxiety, and the three figures beside her, her expression one of astonishment.

Samael withdrew his cross spear, secretly waved his hand, signaling the Typhon children to release the nymphs, opened his arms, and walked with a loud laugh toward the bewildered Apollo and his sister.

Haha, nice to meet you...

I forgot to introduce...

Hello, my dear grand-nieces and nephews…

Artemis and Apollo looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Chapter 115 Special Attack on Relatives (2/2)

On a gently sloping, grassy hillside, a light breeze rustles through the air as groups of people gather around several wool blankets, enjoying afternoon tea and sunshine.

Apollo sipped his chilled wine with relish and chatted happily with Chiron, the centaur sage beside him, about medicine, botany, archery, and other subjects. The two enjoyed their conversation immensely.

When they discussed their similar views, the two multi-talented deities frequently burst into hearty laughter.

Meanwhile, the nine Muses, out of curiosity, gathered around Apollo and Chiron, some taking notes on their conversation on whiteboards, others plucking strings to add to the merriment, and still others chiming in with their own opinions and insights, creating an exceptionally harmonious atmosphere.

Artemis stroked the trembling golden reindeer in her arms with satisfaction, listening intently to Athena's narration about tracking prey tracks and training her personal guards.

As the mood struck, the goddess of wisdom issued a few simple commands. At the service of twenty battle nymphs, the Typhon offspring, who had been lazily basking in the sun on the grass, immediately sprang to attention, quickly assembled, and skillfully adjusted their formation and coordination by changing positions and functions several times.

They can even train the army of gods and monsters to be so well-organized, that's amazing!

Artemis was astonished by what she saw, and at the end, she looked wistfully at the group of maids who were standing there dumbfounded.

Upon seeing this, the group of fighting nymphs frowned, realizing that the main god was not satisfied with their previous performance and that they would likely face a reprimand and training upon their return.

In their spare time, Artemis and Apollo would occasionally glance at the three figures on the wool blanket.

The handsome black-haired man, sensing something amiss, turned around, winked, and smiled. The two Olympian gods immediately turned their necks, their lips twitching, and muttered to themselves.

Who would have thought that going out hunting would lead to encountering such a formidable opponent in the Peloponnese mountains?

What's even more absurd is that these were actually their elders!

The goddess of justice, Themis, who wore a blindfold, was one of the twelve Titans and, by seniority, their great-aunt.

Chiron, the centaur sage, stood beside them; he was of the same generation as their father, Zeus.

Previously, the goddess who clashed with Artemis over prey was named Athena, who was Themis's adopted daughter and, in principle, should be considered their aunt.

Apollo's adversary was Themis's husband; calling them her grandniece and grandnephew is quite accurate.

Even those gods, monsters, and beasts were students of Chiron, Themis, and Samael, and seemed to be of a higher generation than them.

(Given their lineage as descendants of Typhon and the Earth Mother Goddess, they'd better hold back if they don't want to die.)

After all that, aside from the twenty combat nymphs with weak bloodlines, the siblings were actually the two youngest in terms of seniority among those present.

However, on the other hand, losing to these ancient Titans doesn't seem so shameful.

Why didn't you explain it clearly earlier?

Apollo and Artemis exchanged a glance, feeling both embarrassed and frustrated.

Explain it clearly? Ha, how can you explain it clearly without flexing your muscles?

Samael noticed the siblings' subtle expressions, outwardly raising his glass in a friendly gesture, but inwardly sneering.

Putting aside Apollo's scandals, even Artemis, whose reputation is relatively better, is not necessarily easy to get along with.

This goddess of the hunt is known for her vengefulness; many who offend her or forget to worship her are sentenced to death or suffer severe punishment.

For example, when King Oeneus of Calydon was offering sacrifices to the gods, he accidentally forgot the offerings for Artemis. In a fit of anger, Artemis sent a ferocious Calydonian boar to ravage Oeneus's land.

That's right, this was the hunt for the Calydon boar that the huntress Atalanta and a group of Greek heroes later participated in.

In addition, Niobe, the queen of Thebes, mocked Leto for having only two children, Apollo and Artemis, and boasted that her father could dine with the gods, thus discouraging people from making offerings to the goddess.

Enraged, Leto ordered Apollo and Artemis to kill Niobe's fourteen children, and the two chief gods killed them one by one with arrows, showing no mercy.

When the Trojan War broke out, Agamemnon, the king of Mycenae, offended the goddess by killing a stag that was to be offered to Artemis. As a result, his fleet was stranded in the port of Oris due to headwinds. In order to gain the goddess's forgiveness, Agamemnon had to offer his beloved daughter as a sacrifice to Artemis.

It is commendable that Artemis did not actually kill her, but instead made her her priestess and, years later, allowed her to return home.

Even more interestingly, the future Hercules, under orders from his uncle, hunted Artemis's golden-horned deer and injured it, thus angering the goddess of the hunt.