Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Jason, who was very sensitive to the crisis, gradually understood the implication of the words. His heart pounded, fearing that the nearby guards would surround him and kill him.

In reality, the god of war worshipped by King Colchis, although his fighting ability was utterly pathetic, was hot-tempered and arrogant. He wanted to fight for anything he considered a matter of face, making him a prime example of someone who never gave up despite repeated defeats.

Ares and Athena are both gods of war and are definitely old rivals.

But Jason was aboard the Argonauts, the ship of Ares, carrying Athena's olive branch, and intending to take away the Golden Fleece, which was to be sacrificed to Ares. This was nothing short of a blatant provocation.

Even if King Colchis wanted to kick the Argonauts out and ignore them.

But since it concerns the face of the chief god, Ares will certainly not swallow this insult. Instead, he will use divine pronouncements to force his followers to take the opportunity of teaching Jason a lesson to suppress the arrogance of his arch-enemy Athena.

Moreover, the reward for eliminating the followers of opposing gods and then offering sacrifices to the god who protects you is extremely generous.

Therefore, in King Colchis's eyes, Jason was a perfect sacrifice for him to advance further.

The more clumsy and ridiculous this clown's performance, the happier Ares, the god of war, would be, and the richer the reward he would bestow upon him.

As for the Golden Fleece, with his strength, how could he possibly obtain the sacred relic of Colchis?

In response, King Colchis, who believed he had a sure win, presented two treacherous conditions and remained confident until now, just waiting to see the Athena follower make a fool of himself.

At this moment, Jason felt the atmosphere become even more tense. His eyes darted around, trying to find the friend who had "gone the wrangling" for him in the crowd, but after looking all over the place, the guy was nowhere to be found.

Seeing this, the captain felt even more uncertain. If it weren't for the fact that everyone was watching, and the growing sense of crisis in his mind, he would have turned around and fled for his life.

“Woo—woo!”

A moment later, as King Colchis sneered and waved his hand, the priests of the Temple of Ares sounded the war horns. The desolate and chilling sound suppressed the surrounding noise, and the priests also broke the suppression spell on the distant cave exit one after another.

"Moo! Moo!"

Before Jason could continue complaining, two thunderous roars, powerful and awe-inspiring, came from the cave.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

Amidst the tremors of the sacred field, two divine bulls, as if cast in bronze, raised their horns like sharp knives and charged wildly toward Jason.

With each breath, flames spewed from their nostrils, creating a scorching sensation in the air. Their eight bronze hooves trod upon the sacred field, turning the stones along the way to dust.

Jason saw that the Colchis guards responsible for guarding and sealing off the sacred field were already in place, so he had no choice but to take a deep breath, resigned himself to his fate, draw his sword and shield, grit his teeth, and brave the raging flames as he charged towards the two sacred bulls.

Theseus, whatever you say must be useful, don't you dare betray me!

To everyone's astonishment, the challenger, whose skin had been scorched by the flames and now gleamed with a bronze metallic sheen, skillfully maneuvered between the two bulls without sustaining a single injury.

It works!

Jason shifted his weight, dodging the charge of the two divine bulls, and, sensing the frantically surging ether around him and the protective membrane forming on his skin, his face lit up with a smile.

After confirming that he had become incredibly strong because of the ointment, and that even being hit by the divine bull a few times would not hurt him, he eliminated his fear and became more and more adept at dealing with the situation.

Chapter 204 K's Skillful Head-Raising Technique (2/2)

Jason regained his composure, using his dodging skills to wear down the sacred bulls. Taking advantage of their slowed movements and momentary apprehension, he mustered his courage and pounced, grabbing their horns and dragging them forcefully towards the bronze plowshare yoke.

The divine bull struggled desperately, its nostrils spewing flames and sparks, but the challenger, coated with ointment, possessed immense strength and was impervious to blades and spears. The two monsters could only watch helplessly as they were dragged to the bronze plowshare.

Immediately, Jason, feeling triumphant, kicked their front hooves twice, and the sacred bulls immediately knelt on the ground, bellowing in pain.

Seizing the opportunity, the brilliant challenger immediately lifted the bronze yoke and harnessed it to the two beasts.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up his longsword and slapped it across the rump of the divine ox. The two beasts roared in pain and ran wildly, dragging behind them the bronze plow yoke, which dug deep furrows.

The priests of the Temple of Ares, upon King Colchis's cold snort, immediately threw two chests of the white teeth shed by the poisonous dragon into the sacred field.

Jason, his confidence soaring, decisively swung his sword and cleaved open the box. With one hand on the bronze plowshare and the other scattering the dragon's teeth, he quickly cultivated all four acres of sacred land.

Once the bronze yoke that had been holding them down was removed, the two panting divine oxen, their eyes filled with fear, turned tail and fled, burrowing back into the cave.

After the sowing was completed, the priests surrounding the sacred field, as was customary, chanted divine words in unison, burned incense, and prayed to Ares.

Time passed slowly until the sun set. A rustling sound came from the earth, and one by one, humanoid monsters clad in armor, wielding bone knives, and composed entirely of white bones, pushed through the soil and crawled out of the cracks. Their pitch-black eye sockets gathered and lit up with ghostly blue soul flames.

At this moment, having overcome the first hurdle, Jason stealthily moved toward the edge of the sacred field, and took out a small black bottle tied to his inner robe, secretly pouring the liquid inside into his mouth.

Born! The Dragon Tooth Soldier—Spartos!

The majority of the onlookers from the Colkis focused their attention on the imposing and solemn Dragon Tooth soldiers, their faces beaming with bloodlust and excitement as they eagerly awaited the sight of a bloody sacrifice offered to the gods.

Looking at the more than fifty dragon tooth soldiers that had been spawned, and the white light emanating from their bodies and the intense killing intent emanating from them, King Aeetes, who had previously looked gloomy, couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips with a cold smile, his eyes flashing with a hint of pleasure and sinister intent.

Hmph, you're lucky that the two divine oxen didn't trample you to death by using external means. But so what?

Kid, you've angered the gods. The number of Dragon Fang Soldiers is twice as many as usual, and they're also possessed by berserk divine favor. Even I'm not confident I can take care of them all.

This time, you're dead...

Huh? Where's that bastard?!

King Aeetes looked around and was astonished to find Jason conspicuously absent from the sacred field where dragon-tooth soldiers stood in the setting sun.

Click...click...

Amidst the grating sound of bones grinding together, the Dragon Fang Soldiers awoke one by one, their burning soul flames flickering more intensely. The oppressive atmosphere grew increasingly tense and stagnant, and subtle commotions arose from among the monstrous soldiers.

"Come out! Why are you hiding! In the sacred field of the God of War, he despises the cowardly!"

King Aeetes, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, roared in fury, berating the challenger for his cowardice.

"boom!"

Just then, as if in response to this question, a stone mysteriously rose up and then slammed heavily onto the head of a Dragon Tooth soldier.

Click!

The Dragon Fang Soldier's shinbone twitched painfully, and the soul fire in his eyes burned fiercely from the blow, his anger and rage gushing from his skeletal eye sockets.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the instant the monster turned its head, several stones rained down on the heads of the other Dragon Tooth soldiers in the field.

"Roar!!!"

A piercing roar, generated by the friction of the upper and lower jaws, erupted from the group of dragon-tooth soldiers. The four monsters who had been ambushed swung their weapons and slashed in the direction from which the stones were flying.

Along the way, obstacles such as grass, trees, soil, rocks, and even fellow Dragon Tooth soldiers were all hacked and slashed.

"Roar! Roar!"

These soldiers, formed from the venomous dragon's teeth, were stimulated like wound-up machines, their emotions running high as they roared and began to kill each other, annihilating any threat within their perception range.

Instantly, a deafening roar erupted over the sacred field, sand and stones rained down, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

This is a sacrifice offered to Ares, the god of madness. Their innate mission is to engage in sublime and fanatical battles, whether against living beings or against their own kind.

As the battle reached its climax, more than 10 of the original 50 Dragon Tooth soldiers were gone, and each one was missing or incomplete.

"Monster, prepare to die!"

The transparent air distorted with the hazy twilight, revealing Jason's figure. He threw off the shield covering him, drew his longsword, and roared triumphantly as he charged into the field. Taking advantage of his rested state, he quickly plunged his bronze sword into the skull of the last Dragon Tooth soldier, shattering the soul flames within.

"Your Majesty, I have already accomplished the first thing you asked me to do: subdue the two divine bulls, cultivate the sacred fields, plant the poisonous dragon's teeth, and kill all the dragon tooth soldiers that have grown out."

Jason swaggered up to the edge of the field, laid down his sword and shield, and bowed to King Aeetes with pride and grace.

This...this works?

The Colkis, who had been expecting a bloody battle, were stunned by the sight of the white bone fragments scattered on the ground and the man who had won by cheating. They were immediately enraged and began to hurl their betting stones at the sacred field while cursing.

King Colchis, whose plans had failed, turned ashen-faced.

You are blaspheming this holy war!

"How can it be called blasphemy? What distinguishes humans from beasts is their ability to use intelligence. Your Majesty, you didn't tell him not to use his brain."

"A win is a win. Surely our Korkis wouldn't go back on their word?"

Samael, hidden among the crowd, used seductive words to incite rebuttal and stir up trouble.

Furthermore, some residents who bet on outsiders to win, out of a sense of fun, also secretly egged them on for their own benefit.

This irrefutable reason left King Colchis and many spectators speechless, forcing them to reluctantly admit the truth in front of everyone.

In fact, the scheme of hiding, taking advantage of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers' characteristics to make them kill each other, and then jumping out to take advantage of the situation was actually the work of that wicked Samael.

This method is also quite well-founded.

The Dragon Tooth Soldiers existed as early as the Golden Age, and their name was "Spartos," meaning "the one who sows the seeds."

And this legend is also related to Athena.

Once upon a time, Cadmus, the Phoenician prince, encountered Ares's dragon while searching for his sister Europa. To save himself, he killed it and, following Athena's advice, pulled out its teeth and planted them in the ground.

Some warriors grew out of the dragon's teeth. After Cadmos carefully stepped back, they began to fight each other. In the end, only 5 remained. The prince subdued them and helped him build Cadmos Castle.

Therefore, these Dragon Tooth Soldiers kill each other, leaving only the strongest to survive; it's truly their nature.

Samael took advantage of this, and with the help of Circe's potion, he was absolutely confident that Jason could go on this mission alone.

As expected, everything went smoothly.

So now, only the poisonous dragon in the Sacred Grove of Ares remains.

This level might be simpler.

After all, the big guy guarding the Golden Fleece seems to be called—the Colchis Dragon?

Chapter 205 No time to explain, let's set sail! (1/3)

The following day at noon, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jason, fully armed, waited for his two companions to step forward before taking a deep breath and nervously entering the sacred grove, disappearing into the shadows hidden by the branches.

The kid claimed that he was not in good condition after fighting the Dragon Fang Soldiers last night, and asked to bring two companions to participate in the mission to seize the Golden Fleece.

King Colchis, sensing the strong aura of Athena's favor from the other two participants, hesitated only for a moment before agreeing with a sinister look in his eyes.

The true identity of the evil dragon in the sacred forest remains largely unknown.

That was the offspring of Typhon, the king of gods and monsters, who had even wrestled with the god of war. His ferocity earned him high praise from Lord Ares.

Let alone three minor divine favorites, even ordinary gods would find it difficult to withstand its ferocity.

Moreover, King Colkis clearly sensed that these three participants had pitifully little ether within them, making them rather incompetent heroes.

As for trying to take shortcuts again, haha, do you really think he's a fool?

His good sister, who contributed the potion and revealed the weakness of the Dragon Fang soldiers, and who betrayed him, is being pretended to stay at the Temple of Hecate, so she can't possibly ruin his plans.

After failing once, three food deliverymen happened to arrive. They fed the evil dragon, and if they won this gamble, they could make up for their previous mistake!

King Colkis sneered maliciously, brimming with confidence.

A few dozen breaths later, a muffled roar came, and the forest and soil trembled violently. Nearby insects, ants, and spiders were all terrified and died from the shock. Birds that were roosting on the outer edge of the sacred forest also fell to the ground with a rustling sound as the ferocious dragon's might spread, trembling and excreting.

However, outside the sacred forest, amidst the malice and schadenfreude of the onlookers, before they could even rejoice, the majestic roar turned into a suppressed sob, as if they had encountered some terrifying and powerful enemy.

As a seemingly intense clang of metal rang out, the melodious sound of a seven-stringed zither began to play. The gentle rhythm spread, all the surrounding noises ceased, and even the audience on the outside became drowsy, involuntarily closing their eyes to listen.

When the notes abruptly stopped, the crowd, jolted awake from their reverie, were astonished to find that the challenger Jason, along with two others, had appeared arrogantly at the entrance to the sacred forest, holding aloft the golden fleece.

King Colchis's expression changed drastically, filled with disbelief.

We lost again! How could this be!

"guard!"

Seeing that these three fellows had once again found a loophole and were about to take away the Golden Fleece, which was crucial to his life, Aeetes roared in fury, like a gambler who had lost all his chips.

However, before the soldiers could assemble, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, pulled off his cloak, and a spreading shadow enveloped King Colchis.

The great hero Hercules!

Aeetes stiffly turned his head and saw the burly man less than three meters away staring coldly at him, a chill running down his neck and goosebumps rising one after another.

At the same time, on both sides of the forest not far away, the cold light of arrows flickered faintly, and there were more than a dozen divine blood auras that could be faintly seen among the crowd.

Those bastards were prepared!

If he were allowed to take the Golden Fleece, he wouldn't know when he would die; but if he were to back out in front of everyone, he would immediately be riddled with bullets or chopped into mincemeat.

What made it even more embarrassing for him was that the intentions he revealed in his emotional outburst caused the surrounding Colkis people to look at him with disdain for his flippant behavior.

Having lost the Golden Fleece and his prestige, his position was in jeopardy.

Just as King Colchis was caught in a dilemma, the man beside Jason walked over with a smile and handed him an olive branch, a symbol of peace, while his lips moved silently.