Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, due to his overconfidence, he accidentally kicked a hornet's nest. Not only did he fail to gain any chips, he almost lost his life prematurely.

With the tragic defeat of Colchis, the dragon descended from Typhon, the progenitor of all demons, on whom he had placed his hopes, the old king who had received the olive branch of destiny from Mount Ares had long since extinguished his initial aspirations.

Originally, the other side was quite kind, leaving him a way out and lifting the curse that bound him and the Golden Fleece together, and extending an olive branch to Mount Ares.

The other party got the Golden Fleece, and he broke through some of the constraints of fate. Although it wasn't a happy ending for everyone, they both had a way to save face.

He had already made peace with Athena's adopted son in private and smoothly sent away this group of plagues.

But who would have thought that Ares, the God of War, would suddenly go mad and become enraged, personally descending to command Colchis's fleet and heading out to sea to pursue these Argonaut heroes.

Faced with a fierce god who could destroy him at the slightest provocation, even if King Colchis intended to withdraw, he could only "loyally" accompany the chief god Ares on his campaign.

Unexpectedly, things have escalated to the point where even the goddess Athena herself has descended to fight Ares fiercely without backing down.

The current situation is beyond the control of small fry like them.

But if he retreated, King Colchis worried that Ares would seek revenge later and recklessly follow him. He was also afraid that the three goddesses of Mount Ares would take notice of him. He couldn't afford to offend either of the two true gods.

Currently, as the war between the gods intensifies, even the peripheral observers are finding it extremely dangerous for the Colkis fleet, putting the old king in an even more difficult position.

However, the situation on the battlefield soon made the choice for him.

The power of beasts, superhuman strength!

Samael's eyes flashed with a crimson cross, his arm muscles bulged and bulged, and the spear in his palm suddenly accelerated downward, deflecting Ares's horizontally held God of War sword with tremendous force and shattering his left shoulder blade.

puff!

The force that passed through his body was released towards Ares's back. Accompanied by the spurting and evaporation of golden-red blood, the dark red clouds around him formed a "great rift valley" that resembled a chasm in the sky!

Damn it! This is a divine descent that has only been tainted with a trace of divine power, so why is she so strong?! Could it be that this woman was hiding several times her original strength?

Ares was filled with shame and anger, his steel teeth grinding together as he felt an intense sense of humiliation with nowhere to vent it.

Unfortunately, what this god of war didn't know was that the trace of divine wisdom attached to his opponent's body was merely a disguise.

That so-called divine vessel is actually the most terrifying existence.

Centuries ago, Apollo and the nine Muses joined forces, but they were all defeated by this ancient serpent.

Now, having undergone the trials of Pandora's Box and received the blessing of the primordial serpent Ophion, the name of the creator god Orpheus, Samael's power is even greater than before.

To arm wrestle him, one would need at least the level of the three Zeus brothers to pose a threat.

Ares was no match for Athena, whom he taught, let alone face his own master.

The lone god even went so far as to blockade the sea, severing all connections between the surrounding area and Olympus...

Seriously, she's adorably silly, so adorable that it makes my hands itch to touch her!

At the same time, Samael narrowed his vertical pupils, leaned back, forming an exaggerated arc like a full moon bowstring, and turned the cross-shaped spear in his hand into a crossbow bolt ready to be fired.

The three combined powers of fate, poison, and time were frantically poured into it, and one after another, jet-black divine runes lit up, forming a blazing and sinister black flame, with a chilling killing intent that almost froze the surrounding area.

Chapter 211 Ares, Be a Good Dog (2/2)

"Whoosh!"

As the eerie and chilling atmosphere reached its peak, a streak of black light was thrown from Samael's hand, like a venomous snake baring its fangs in the darkness.

Oops!

Ares felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of unease rising in his mind, and a dull ache emanated from the spot on his brow.

"Damn it, don't underestimate me!"

The God of War roared in fury, and in desperation, he gripped the God of War's sword tightly with his right hand and parried with an upward slash.

"boom!"

The two violent streams of ether collided violently, causing the surrounding space to collapse rapidly before exploding in a twisted and violent manner.

Ares, who was in the first place, had numerous wounds burst open on his body. His blood-soaked body plummeted downwards, and even the Sword of the War God dimmed in a mournful cry and slipped from his grasp.

The sea beasts that tasted a trace of divine blood power on the sea surface became even more frenzied under the stimulation of the power. Like sardines, they crowded to Ares's crash site. Some even shook their tails and leaped out of the water, their gaping maws clenching their jagged, sharp teeth, as if they wanted to devour this divinely bestowed treasure to the last drop of flesh and blood.

"Go away!"

Ares, after all, was one of the twelve Olympian gods. After recovering from his brief dizziness, he realized that so many sea beasts had their eyes on him, and he was immediately enraged, his divine power surging.

Those monsters affected by the Bloodstained Domination had their bodies pierced by sharp energy, causing them to explode and die. The pervasive blood mist instantly flowed into the pores of the God of War like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea, and his wounds healed rapidly, his lost strength quickly recovering.

We will fight to sustain our strength, and grow stronger with each battle!

As long as he has enough blood and energy, and as long as the berserk energy continues, he can use these baits to survive until the end.

He can lose, but he won't lose forever!

Ares' eyes blazed with intense fire, and he gradually descended into a state of frenzy.

"laugh!"

However, before the god of war could gather his strength, a sharp blade pierced through the outer blood cocoon with unstoppable force. The cold spear tip precisely struck Ares's core in the chest, and blood gushed from the skin cut open by the spearhead.

With just a little effort, that overwhelming power would leave Olympus without a chief god.

What courage can a defeated general claim?

If you want to win, the winner will give you a chance to turn things around!

Samael lowered his eyes, too lazy to look at Ares's angry and resentful expression, and sneered inwardly.

However, it's a pity...

The ancient serpent slowly sheathed its spear, and the fragment of the goddess of wisdom that had been attached to its body detached and floated forward, its voice majestic yet slightly mocking.

"What, you can't accept defeat again, Ares?"

"Shut up! Athena! You have taken away my power of victory, divided my throne of war, and now you want to incite these ants to steal the offerings that mortals have made to me. This shame can only be washed away with blood!"

"Come on, Ares. I thought that even though you suffered repeated defeats, you were still a true god who dared to challenge yourself and authority, and who possessed the wildness of a wolf. Now it seems that you are nothing more than a coward who only dares to vent his anger on the weak! A stray dog ​​who only knows how to bar his teeth at the wronged passersby!"

"Whether it's the power of victory or the divine position of war, it was all forced upon me by your dear father. Don't you really know that?"

The phantom of the goddess of wisdom, rising from the body of the deity, narrowed its eyes and stared coldly. The sharp and penetrating light within its eyes made Ares subconsciously turn his head away.

"Furthermore, the Argonaut expedition was an oracle of Zeus; those mortals who traveled there repeatedly escaped danger unscathed, all thanks to the protection of Olympus; and their arrival at Colchis and the theft of your Golden Fleece was based on the divine mandate of the King of Gods!"

Despite the dwindling of its own divine authority and the decline of its faith, and being the biggest victim, it's laughable that it resorts to such underhanded tactics, even when venting its anger on pawns like Argo, by sealing off the seas and acting furtively, lest its "good father" discover and punish it!

Ares's face was gloomy, his clenched steel teeth grinding together as he gave a muffled, cold snort.

"Shut up! Don't even think about trying to sow discord between me and Father God!"

"You may treat him as your father, but he may not treat you as his son. Don't forget, you are the son of Hera and Zeus, the purest bloodline of the gods!"

The curse flowing in your bones is that the father dies and the son takes his place. So why are you being targeted time and time again? Don't you understand?

Perhaps, only on the day you are no longer here will he be able to sleep peacefully.

Hearing such hurtful words, Aphrodite's warning echoed in his mind. Ares opened his mouth, but ultimately did not rush to refute as usual, his expression uncertain.

"Alright, you've already exhausted all the power you've sealed here. Go back to Olympus before Zeus finds out. We don't really have any deep-seated hatred for each other. If I kill you, your father might be happier. I'm too lazy to do something like that."

The phantom of the goddess of wisdom waved its hand listlessly, and as the fragmented spirit faded and dissipated, Athena's playful whisper echoed in Ares's ears.

"Finally, here's a piece of advice: whether you choose to be a wolf or a dog is up to you, but it's best not to waver between the two, lest you end up neither a wolf nor a dog, and neither side will like you."

Honestly, if you want to live longer, you'd better keep your tail between your legs, be a good dog, and don't jump out and bite people.

Otherwise, who knows how much longer your good father will tolerate you?

Ares stood in mid-air for a long, long time, his ten fingers curled inward and clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms, and a smear of scarlet blood seeping from between his fingers.

And the moment the flames of blood within him ceased boiling, the God of War's sword, which had fallen into the sea, seemed to be summoned, ringing as it flew back into the hand of this berserker god.

As Ares raised his hand to signal the Colchis fleet to withdraw, the god of war lowered his eyes and sneered.

I am no one’s dog, never have been!

It's finally over...

King Colkis, whose senses were blocked by the divine realm and who could only watch anxiously from the outside edge, saw his worshipped god return and issue a divine decree to return home. His tense nerves immediately relaxed, and he was overjoyed to be alive.

As for Mount Ares, he hopes that his daughter is really on that ship, and perhaps Medea can become a bridge to ease tensions between the two sides in the future.

Meanwhile, the Argo struggled to maintain stability, and the heroes waited anxiously on deck.

coming!

When the genius singer Orpheus's eyes fell upon that figure that seemed to break through the storm's blockade like a shooting star, he was so excited that the notes on his conch shell suddenly went astray.

The light curtain, governed by a fixed musical score, twisted for a moment before quickly closing down.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Pegasus suddenly flapped its wings and accelerated, successfully breaking through the blockade and safely delivering its master to the deck of the Argo.

"Go! Hurry up! We can't hold them off from behind!"

As soon as Samael dismounted, he shouted a warning with a look of anxiety and tension.

"Where...where?"

When Jason heard this bad news, he was breathless and, as was his habit, turned to Samael, the favorite of the goddess of wisdom, for advice.

"The way out is right ahead! Charge in! Nobody knows where we are!"

Samael took the fish-scale nautical chart that Orion threw down from the lookout tower and showed it to the captain, while pointing the course ahead at the huge, dark whirlpool.

The Eye of the Tide? Are you... joking?

Rushing straight into the whirlpool is like sending yourself to feed the fish! Jason couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Hurry! It'll be too late if we wait any longer! Trust me!"

As Samael kept glancing back and urging him on with furrowed brows, Jason hardened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and swung his sword forward.

Moments later, the Argo, which had crashed into the Eye of the Tide, trembled violently. Even with magical protective spells, the ship still emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Immediately following, a strong feeling of weightlessness followed, and the Argo seemed to fall into an abyss, plummeting suddenly. However, after the altitude dropped to a certain level, the ship was slightly lifted upward by the strange force around the vortex, and the downward trend gradually stabilized.

Samael vaguely felt as if he were riding a roller coaster, passing through narrow tunnels of varying widths.

The ancient serpent squinted and looked up. In the light reflected by the aquamarine, it exchanged nods with Artemis and Orion on the watchtower, a hint of relief and joy appearing in its eyes.

As expected! A spatial arc!

The seemingly most dangerous [Eye of the Tide] is actually the entrance to a mysterious area!

Chapter 212 Doesn't your conscience hurt? (1/2)

The inner side of the Tide Eye.

As the Argo's descent gradually stabilized, the deep sea was not as dark as one might imagine. Colorful patterns of light spread and mingled with the ripples of the water, creating a dazzling halo, like a rainbow after the rain.

So beautiful! So this is the inside of the Eye of the Tide!

creak!

Just as the Argonauts were stunned by the breathtakingly beautiful sight before them, an undercurrent surged in, ripples spread, the ship rocked violently, emitting a piercing tremor, and surging seawater was about to overwhelm the deck and flood the cabins.

Oops!

The group suddenly realized they were in the deep sea, and Jason, in particular, felt his heart clench and his face turn pale as he recalled the shipwreck he had seen at the port.

"Don't worry, this ship has a way of submerging..."

A deep voice, transmitted through the magic circle, echoed in everyone's ears; that familiar tone brought a sense of peace to the heroes.

Just then, Samael's right hand, which was behind his back, clenched its fingers, and the Argo hummed and trembled. Several hidden wedge-shaped runes gradually activated, and magical protective spells lit up one after another, forming a tight light shield. Not only that, the decks on both sides of the ship also began to close upwards, connecting to form an airtight wooden dome, forming a second layer of protection.

boom!

As the turbulent currents surged, Argo only swayed slightly before using the magic array and the deck's offset to deflect the force and continue its stable submerged voyage.

"The Argo has this function?"

Jason was somewhat dumbfounded and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

That's for sure. Noah's Ark, which served as the prototype for the Argo, was originally created as a mobile fortress to combat the Great Flood of Enlil. In addition, it was designed to break through the Chaos Sea and find the Greek World Bubble. Therefore, this ship was capable of handling various extreme environments for ocean voyages, such as defending against seawater intrusion and dealing with ethereal storms and spatial curvatures.

Samael, walking from the deck toward the captain's cabin, was lost in thought when a slight smile appeared on his lips and a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Moments later, after the Argo safely broke through the deep-sea current and stabilized its submerged voyage, Jason was overjoyed and excitedly clasped his hands in prayer and thanks.