Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

This fully demonstrates the results of Samael's years of religious practice.

"Even if I were caught and taken back, I might be burned to death..."

But if... if this is Lord Theseus's will, I will obey. After all, you saved me, and I cannot let you be in danger because of my willfulness..."

Little Medea, recalling the cruelty of her father and brothers torturing prisoners, clutched the golden staff, her face pale, and mustered her courage to wail mournfully.

The little girl then sadly closed her purple eyes, her small body trembling slightly, like a little white rabbit lying obediently on a chopping board, waiting to be disemboweled.

"Snapped!"

The crisp tapping sound struck the little witch's smooth forehead, causing little Medea to clutch her head and cry out in pain.

"If you don't want to go back, then you don't want to go back. No one can force you to make a decision!"

Samael interrupted the little witch's tragic drama, pointed to the approaching Dragon Fang Soldier fleet, and snorted irritably.

Then, the ancient serpent raised its hand and grabbed Circe by the back of the neck, dragging back a dead bird that was trying to escape along the ship's side. It looked down at Circe with a sinister gaze, its voice full of oppressive power.

"Why are you running? Since you're the one who abducted this little girl from Colkis, her safety on the road is in your hands."

If anything happens to her, I'll pluck all the hairs off your aunt!

It was clearly this brat who insisted on getting on the boat and running away from home. What does it have to do with anyone else?

Besides, she's so cute, and she's just a child, so please don't call me aunt! It makes me look older!

Circe felt deeply wronged and wanted to argue several times, but whenever her eyes met the sinister look deep in those vertical pupils, all her courage turned into complaints in her heart, and she hung her head and resigned herself to her fate.

A moment later, Samael, with a stern face, turned around and tapped little Medea on the head, reminding her again.

"The Argo and the Korkis fleet are about to go to war. Stay hidden and don't let anything happen to you, or I won't have time to take care of you!"

"Lord Theseus, are you... are you worried about my situation?"

"Once you're on my ship, you're one of my crew members. I have an obligation to ensure your safety before you leave!"

Samael responded solemnly, his tone stern.

Although he didn't really want to have any deep entanglement with Medea, this ticking time bomb.

But since it has already happened, he wouldn't just sell the little girl off.

Medea, who was initially a little apprehensive, became more and more delighted and sweet as she listened. Her purple eyes widened, and a slight blush rose on her pretty face amidst her excitement.

Lord Theseus just said that once you're on my ship, you're one of my people?

Is this a confession? Would it be too unreserved to just say yes?

Refusing would be too cruel!

Never mind, I'd better not say anything.

But if we don't speak up, does that mean we agree?

Her powerful imagination made the little girl's mind wander, her pretty face changing from joy to anger in an unpredictable way.

If you were to exchange a few more words, this sensitive and quick-witted underage witch would probably already have a idea of ​​how many children she would have and what they would name.

Fortunately, before the little girl could even speak, Circe, who had become her part-time nanny, grabbed her niece and rushed into the boathouse to hide her, so as not to run into her older brother and nephew and cause any embarrassment.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

As the two witches left the front line, Orion on the watchtower caught sight of the dense rain of arrows and immediately shouted a warning at the resonating magic circle.

hum!

The surging etheric tides swirled and vibrated, and on the hull of the Argo, large and small circles, positive and negative circles, nested layer upon layer, densely packed magic arrays rose and operated one after another, as if it were covered by layer upon layer of leather shields.

Immediately, a sound of air being torn apart arrived, and amidst the muffled clanging, the white bone arrows shot by the Dragon Tooth Soldiers were all deflected by the thick light barrier on the ship.

But in an instant, a sharp, piercing sound came, and several two-meter-long objects, the size of spears, made entirely of bronze, with sharp spikes on both sides, broke through the outer defenses of the Argo and roared in.

Magical weapons!

Jason, inside the captain's cabin, gasped as he looked at the massive ballistae of the Colchis fleet displayed on their sides.

Fortunately, top heroes such as Terramon, Peleus, and Hercules were already scattered in various corners of the deck in case of emergency.

As the spear-shaped crossbow bolts rained down, they either drew their swords to slash, raised their shields to parry, or even grabbed them with their bare hands. With their terrifying strength, they quickly resolved the crisis.

As Jason watched as the dragon-tooth soldiers on the Colchis fleet turned the winches to reload the ballistae, while priests and magicians on both sides charged the magic crystals, and even King Colchis himself drove the dragon chariot to lead the way, with hundreds of tamed bipedal dragons taking off one after another, Jason turned pale.

Have they gone mad? This is tantamount to using all of Colchis's national strength to launch a large-scale war against the Argo!

Damn it!

"The Golden Fleece is in our hands. Don't linger. Full speed ahead and leave them behind!"

Jason's heart pounded, sensing something was wrong. He drew his sword and gave the order, decisively urging his companions to retreat.

He was about to seize the throne, and he had no interest in going crazy with this old man.

At the same time, the clouds that spread from the front of the Colkis fleet quickly covered the entire nearby sea area, and the blood-red light bands fell like sharp swords.

Stirred by the scarlet glow, the seawater boiled and surged, with strings of bubbles rising one after another.

Splash... splash...

Amidst the rising and falling sounds of water, ferocious sea creatures such as eight-legged octopuses, giant squid, Leviathan whales, and saw sharks emerge from the surface.

Driven by their bloodlust, they roared furiously, unleashing raging waves and engaging in a bloody battle, determined to devour all living things around them.

In the heart of this bloody battlefield, the Argo charged left and right among these monsters, frequently suffering damage and causing the ship to shake violently.

In addition, with the bloody sacrifice, both the wyvern troops in mid-air and the dragon tooth soldiers on the deck were covered with a thick layer of scarlet armor under the increasingly dense blood aura.

Their reaction time, speed, strength, and desire to attack have all visibly increased exponentially.

This is... bloody domination, the power of the God of War!

Samael sensed the frenzied rhythm permeating the crimson sea fog, his eyes narrowed, his expression cold and sluggish.

Hmph, no wonder there's such a big fuss.

Ares is such a sore loser, he actually came in person!

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Chapter 208 Medusa's Gaze! (1/2)

"Right side! Stern up twenty paces! Watch out!"

Jason, who was under immense tension in the captain's cabin, instinctively screamed a warning to his crew as he slid violently, driven by a sharp, stabbing sensation in his mind.

Wow!

At the same time, a giant, purplish-red demonic octopus, tens of meters tall and exuding a bloody aura, raised its tentacles covered with keratinous suckers from the crimson seawater and violently swept them toward the deck.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The light shield surrounding the Argo shook violently, flickering between light and darkness. To make matters worse, the ship, unable to dissipate the force of the recoil, tilted and spun around on the sea, causing everyone to lose their footing.

"Jason, deactivate the magical protective spells. You just focus on sailing the ship; leave the work upstairs to us!"

Samael realized that the presence of the magic shield actually hampered the heroes' performance, so he simply signaled the captain to focus all his attention on sailing the ship.

Jason gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and suppressed the surge of crisis that had risen sharply after the magic shield was removed. He then pointed his sword forward.

"Hard to port! Full speed ahead!"

Meanwhile, the team members scattered on the deck spontaneously gathered together, forming a tacit understanding cultivated during their hunting trips in Caludon, and cooperating in small groups.

"Bastards! Get out of here!"

Hercules, who was responsible for guarding the port side of the ship, drew a hard axe sword naturally formed from gray-black mountain stone from the magic circle, and with a roar, swung his arm and slashed.

The giant demonic octopus's three tentacles, each several meters thick, were brutally cleaved open, spraying out purplish-red blood. The severed tendrils fell onto the deck, throbbing and struggling.

"Puff puff!"

The heroes in the same group, including Telamon, Peleus, and Prince Calydon, stepped forward and, together with Hercules, blasted the tentacles that were trying to attack the living creatures into a bloody pulp.

"The Two Gods - Hymn!"

On the left, the twin swordsmen, leaning back against each other and enveloped by the ether, spun rapidly and charged forward, forming a pillar of wind extending from their blades. Amidst the blood and gore, they viciously pierced and dismembered a sea serpent that was about to spit venom.

Several trembling stones and foul-smelling organs were scattered haphazardly.

"Listen, it heals all sorrow, soothes all anger, it is my requiem!"

The genius singer Orpheus gazed sadly at the churning blood-red vapors on the sea and the creatures that were frantically attacking the surrounding living things. He immediately calmed himself down, plucked the strings of his harp, and hoped to cleanse them of the frenzied energy that had corrupted them.

The clear, melodious sound, like the gentle murmur of flowing water, spread outwards in circles of tender ripples.

The blood mist paused, and many of the surrounding sea beasts were momentarily stunned.

"Whizzing!"

"Dang! Dang!"

The sharp, piercing sound of the cross-shaped guns cutting through the air was intercepted the moment they approached the Argo.

The crossbow bolts pulled by the winch could not shake the figure standing with the gun in the slightest.

"Orpheus, continue to appease the sea monsters and clear the waterway. As long as we don't get entangled with these monsters, it won't be easy for Colkis's fleet to catch up with the Argo!"

"Okay, leave it to me!"

Samael turned his head and roared, then sensed the dense sound of arrows cutting through the air ahead again. He frowned and looked at the dozens of crossbow bolts that were firing wildly at him.

Again? !

Before the ancient serpent could make a move, a golden-red figure wielding an arm shield and brandishing a long spear rushed out from the side, forcefully deflecting the rapidly falling crossbow bolts.

"Ha, a bunch of sore losers, I'll play with you!"

"Kainese? Alright, you're in charge here. Protect Orpheus!"

"Okay, stop ordering me around!"

The short-tempered female warrior snorted impatiently. Although she was sharp-tongued, she decisively activated the divine blood within her body and obeyed the command of a certain goddess's illegitimate son. She stood at the stern of the ship, her arms turning like wheels. With her keen reflexes, she broke all the arrows of various sizes that filled the sky, preventing them from advancing an inch.

Samael, who had temporarily withdrawn, didn't mince words and bustled about on the deck of the Argo, taking charge of the overall coordination and incidentally handling rescue and firefighting.

"Boss, upstairs!"

"The arrow of complaint!"

As the warning sounded, Atalanta gazed at the surging blood mist from which a swarm of two-legged dragons burst forth. Her emerald eyes narrowed, and she immediately murmured a prayer before shooting two arrows into the air.

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, a large magic array centered on the gold and silver celestial bodies was activated and generated. The divine radiance of the sun and moon condensed into hundreds of light arrows in an instant, which fell like a meteor shower within the area covered by the magic array.

The thick blood mist along the way was like cold water poured on a red-hot iron plate, hissing and steaming, much of it turning into blue smoke and dissipating.

Even hundreds of bipedal dragons were pierced through their scales, their wing membranes torn apart, and their limbs and skulls shattered by the successive rain of starlight arrows, and they fell into the sea with mournful cries.

Ares, confident in his bravery, liked to keep fierce dragons as pets and symbols.

This is why the traitor in the Arima crypt was able to easily gain the trust of Ares, guard the important sacred grove, and enjoy worship and offerings. And Colchis, who worshipped this god of madness, was able to tame such a large army of wyverns thanks to divine grace.

Ironically, after Cadmus killed his pet, the second Korkis dragon to take office had already defected.

Now, after these two-legged wyverns carrying the Dragon Tooth Soldiers crashed into the sea, ferocious sea beasts influenced by the power of the God of War, attracted by the smell of blood, swam to the crash site and brutally tore them apart and devoured them.

At this moment, Atalanta, who had wiped out 80% of the enemy's aerial forces with a single blow, stared blankly at the gleaming Sky Bow in her hand.

The power of this Noble Phantasm seems to be several times stronger.

"Don't stand there, they're coming up!"

However, before the huntress could ponder the reason further, "Diana," standing on one side of the lookout tower, fired an arrow, shattering a dragon tooth soldier that had surfaced from the sea. She then turned her head slightly and solemnly reminded the hunter.

Atalanta snapped out of her daze, nodded in gratitude, and her gaze fell upon the dragon tooth soldiers who had broken free from the remains of the two-legged wyvern and were leaping toward the deck with swords, shields, and spears in hand. She immediately composed herself and focused on eliminating the approaching dragon tooth soldiers.

boom!boom!

Samael swung his spear to sweep away two Dragon Tooth soldiers who had climbed onto the ship's side. Although there were very few of these monsters left, the ancient serpent's brows furrowed even more as he looked into the distance.

As the blood energy increased and coalesced, a group of dragon tooth soldiers on the deck of the Colkis fleet began to grow ferocious bone spikes, with white bone wings extending from their backs.

Wow!

Amidst the flapping of wings, thousands of advanced Dragon Tooth Soldiers took to the air and swooped down toward the Argo.