Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Besides human heroes, Athens also boasts numerous temples, the most striking of which is undoubtedly the magnificent temple on the highest platform, dedicated to the goddess Athena, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of vengeance Medusa, and the goddess of justice Themis.

Following the terrain downwards, the statues of the eighty-eight constellations of Saint Seiya are also neatly arranged and placed in temples of different sizes, guarding the three goddesses.

Worshippers came and went in an endless stream to pray for blessings.

Among the temple complex, Samael also saw a calamity bell hanging on one side of the entrance, which was the temple of the god of medicine, where one could pray to the god of medicine to eliminate large-scale epidemics.

The ancient snake smiled slightly, feeling quite gratified.

Not only themselves, but Athena and her allies are also stepping up their plans.

After gaining a brief understanding of Athens' development, Samael did not linger in the bustling areas, leading the group through the Acropolis.

The architecture of the Acropolis in Athens is closely integrated with the terrain, demonstrating great ingenuity. If the Acropolis is viewed as a whole, the hill itself is its natural base, and the structure of the building complex and the arrangement of many parts are coordinated with the natural undulations of this base, forming a complete unity and transforming it into a solid fortress that can rely on the terrain to resist attacks step by step.

Passing through the leaf-stalk-shaped mountain gate, the group followed a path resembling leaf veins, heading straight for the War God Mountain in the northwest.

As they broke through a membrane of light and stepped into the rugged foothills, Samael finally breathed a sigh of relief, having completed his perilous journey.

At that moment, streaks of light flew down from the temple above Mount War God, landing in front of everyone, dissipating their brilliance to reveal familiar faces to Samael.

Chapter 247 How to Make Zeus Fail (4/4)

"You must be tired from your journey. Please come with me and stay here for a while to rest and recover your energy."

Asclepius, the god of medicine, and Orpheus, the genius singer, exchanged a glance and stepped forward first, breaking the somewhat delicate atmosphere and beckoning the heroes toward the side hall where the guests were being housed.

Atalanta paused, looking with some concern at Samael, who had been persuaded to stay by the three goddesses.

"Haha, you must be that skilled hunter from Arcadia, right? Theseus, thank you for taking care of him along the way. But now that we're home, leave the rest to us."

Athena smiled and stepped forward, taking Atalanta's fair arm in her hand, her gaze full of admiration and approval.

Being so close and favored by a supreme god, even the aloof Atalanta couldn't help but feel flattered and a little flustered.

"By the way, I heard you like children? The first two batches of abandoned babies from the Amazon tribe, as well as some orphans who couldn't adapt to the high-intensity training and were eliminated, have been placed in the rear hall of Mount War. Would you like to go and see them?"

The goddess of wisdom smiled and extended an olive branch, hitting Atalanta's weak spot with a single sentence, which made the huntress happy and subconsciously nod.

Athena then summoned their old acquaintance Katniss to lead the way, and the little mermaid Rhodes, with her chattering tail, naturally joined in the fun.

Samael smiled subtly and nodded slightly to comfort her, which put Atalanta at ease, and she followed Caenis and the other person away.

In that instant when she turned her head, the huntress glanced at the radiant figure, and her eyes dimmed slightly.

The distance between them seems to be growing ever wider.

"came back?"

"Hmm, long time no see..."

On the now empty platform, Themis, Medusa, Athena, and Samael exchanged a few words and smiled at each other.

Without much pretense, the four embraced briefly before naturally separating and walking side by side toward the temple at the summit.

Along the way, Samael briefly recounted to Themis and the other two what he had seen and heard in the interstellar city mountains and the Elysium.

After hearing the secrets of the Argonauts' expedition, the three goddesses were all speechless, their expressions changing constantly. They were wary of Poseidon's unpredictable nature and the bizarre and wondrous creations of the interstellar cities and mountain ranges. They were also shocked by Zeus's cunning and the terrifying "forbidden zone of the gods" beneath Elysium.

Even more incredibly, this man held Poseidon's weakness in his hands, forcing Hades to swear neutrality, and thus completed the exploration almost perfectly.

The three goddesses' beautiful eyes sparkled repeatedly. Besides their amazement, a hint of worry and heartache also appeared on their faces.

Before the temple, Themis gently adjusted the scales, and with a clear, ringing sound, knocked open the doors, letting in starlight as cover.

Athena summoned a marble table, snapped her fingers to move the tables and chairs, and set up the venue; Medusa, with her superb culinary skills, brought out some prepared snacks, fruits, wines and drinks to entertain each other.

The group took their seats and, in a relaxed atmosphere resembling a tea party, discussed the heinous plot to stage a coup.

"There are two days left until the date agreed upon with Poseidon. How are the preparations going?"

Samael, cracking sunflower seeds, casually asked a question.

"There are still some vacancies among the candidates for the 88 constellations, but the Argonauts who are arriving one after another, as well as the people you brought from Elysium, are enough to fill them."

Themis gently turned the hilt of her sword, pointed to the constellations lit up on the temple's dome of light, and some stars that were still dim, and nodded in response.

"Have all my companions from the Argo come to Athens?"

Samael was somewhat surprised by the Argonauts' movements.

"Yes, that's right. About 80% of the people on the ship have arrived. Some were worried about you, some wanted to thank you, and some came to make a living. Their motives weren't all pure. I found some reasons and detained them all. They're being treated well in the side hall right now."

Athena popped a honey olive into her mouth, rested her chin on her hand, and chewed it, responding casually.

Samael nodded slightly. This girl was known as the "Mother of Heroes" in Greece. With her skills and cunning, she could easily subdue these heroes and recruit them to her side.

Moreover, judging from Athena's appearance, things have most likely already come to fruition.

"Oh, right……"

Athena seemed to remember something, dragged her chair closer to her adoptive father, and brazenly hooked her fair arm around Samael's neck, her smile teasing.

"It seems there's another one named Helen who came with the Spartan twins. Should we go check her out? She's quite the beauty."

"Snapped!"

Samael slapped Athena on the forehead with a dark expression and snorted irritably.

"What are you looking at? Let's get down to business! When are you planning to contact Poseidon and Hera?"

The goddess of wisdom rubbed her slightly reddened forehead, muttered something to herself, then leaned on the table, fiddling with a chess piece, and responded casually.

"What's the rush? There are still two days left. Let's release a little information, then let them wait another day and let them come to me on their own. Wouldn't that be better?"

Samael neither confirmed nor denied it, but since Athena had made her decision, he didn't bother to ask any further questions.

Anyway, if the fight starts, Poseidon, Hera, and Athena, the three legitimate domestic abusers, will definitely be the first to go.

Mount Ares needs to find the right opportunity to intervene and take control of the overall situation.

Ideally, Poseidon should be forced to reveal his trump card prematurely, causing him significant damage. Otherwise, the twelve true-body mechs in the interstellar city mountain range, with their unknown capabilities and numerous advanced technological creations, would indeed be a problem.

"Should we make a move? I have a bad feeling about it. Maybe we should recall all those guys from the Alima Crypt."

Medusa, who had some inherently negative thoughts, gently bit her rosy lips with her pearly teeth, offering a careful reminder.

Samael smiled warmly, and from beneath the marble table, his warm, slender fingers quietly reached out, took the Nemesis's delicate hand, and gently patted her palm, offering comfort and explanation.

“Recalling the scattered Typhon offspring prematurely might alert Zeus, so it’s best to remain still.”

Tch! Incorrigible! What's so great about touching her? The scales are prickly!

Athena glanced at her deceased adoptive father's furtive movements under the table, clenched her fists, and gritted her teeth inwardly.

Themis, blindfolded, wore a commemorative smile on her exquisite face as she picked up her flower cup, sipped slowly, and exuded an elegant and serene aura.

With the tacit approval of his former lovers, Samael became even bolder, secretly holding one of them in each hand while continuing to express his views on the coup.

"To deal with this increasingly unfathomable god-king, it is best not to fight him head-on, but to outsmart him. Once the dust settles, the subsequent suppression of reinforcements should actually be more about guarding against Poseidon and his forces."

"Tell me, what wicked idea have you come up with this time?"

Feeling neglected, Athena slumped onto the table and listlessly got straight to the point.

Why are they showing off their love and abusing their daughter as soon as they get back? I can't live like this anymore.

Samael blinked and smiled.

"I remember that Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, once gifted Hera, the queen of the gods, a golden throne with chains that could not be easily broken even by Zeus, the king of the gods..."

Then, while the three goddesses, including Athena, were pondering, the ancient serpent changed the subject and spoke softly.

"I've also heard that Zeus is busy having an affair again, and hasn't been intimate with Hera, the queen of the gods, for quite some time now?"

The goddess of wisdom, who was the first to react, twitched her lips slightly.

"You want Hera to seduce Zeus, lower his guard, activate the binding mechanism on the golden throne, and then Poseidon and I, hiding in the shadows, will subdue him?"

Athena, who had hit the nail on the head, rolled her eyes and held up two fingers.

"There are two problems. First, our God-King is known for his fickle nature. His interest in Hera may not be enough to make him lose his mind."

“Well, I recommend that Hera use Aphrodite’s sachet and let Poseidon handle it. Last time, when this woman was caught cheating on Ares with Hephaestus, it was His Majesty the Sea God who stepped in to smooth things over and vouch for her. They happen to owe him a favor.”

Samael had clearly done his homework, looking completely confident.

Zeus's current history of promiscuity is already largely influenced by the power of the goddess of love. With this ancient deity indirectly involved, and with Hera striking a pose and creating the right atmosphere, this old lecher is bound to make a fool of himself.

Moreover, he also conveniently dragged Aphrodite into the mess, preventing that woman from causing any more trouble.

"As expected, you men understand men better."

Athena made a comment, then bent her next finger and looked at Samael with interest.

"Then there's only the second problem. Even if we hide in Hera's palace, we might not be able to escape Zeus's senses immediately. Father, do you have any ideas?"

The ancient serpent withdrew its fingers from under the table, cracked its knuckles, and casually drew a rune array on the surface of the stone table, projecting the heroic spirits of the Pure Land of Bliss onto it.

With a casual glance, Samael tapped his knuckles on one of the purple-black butterfly-winged boys who had blended in with the others, striking him meaningfully.

"So, I borrowed him from Hecate..."

Chapter 248 Actors, Please Take Your Seats (1/3)

The following day, the Giant Ocean.

Thanks to a technologically advanced engineering team that was ahead of its time, Atlantis, which was previously in a state of chaos, has been completely transformed.

A vast pillar of light rose from the ten kingdoms' islands, separating the sea from the land.

In the still towering interstellar city mountain range, Poseidon, as always, ascended the high altar, activated the magic circle, stepped into the sea of ​​stars, and adoringly stroked the giant silver metal cocoon.

The power supply for the entire interstellar city mountain range, as well as the development of various combat units in the Erkedna Armory, largely originates from this mysterious stellar legacy.

The Age of Light, Atlantis, was named after this.

However, the only pity was that he originally intended to use his daughter Rhodes as a human-shaped external container for this giant cocoon to delve into the interior of the starship, thereby deciphering its secrets and fully mastering this trump card.

However, the Argonauts' interference forced him to abandon his plans and allow Mount Ares to take Rhodes away in order to cover up the existence of the Legacy of the Stars.

After all, even if he could bring down his brother Zeus, Mount Ares would still be the object he needed to guard against the most.

Just as Poseidon was lost in thought, a faint tremor came from the spatial magic. As he raised his hand and made a gesture, the olive branch from Mount Ares, symbolizing a peaceful alliance, flickered in and out of focus.

Finally... it's coming!

Poseidon's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his face lit up with an eager desire. He immediately closed the star gate, and hurriedly jumped down from the top of the great altar. A bronze chariot drawn by three sea horses rose from the foam on the sea surface and lightly ascended into the air to catch the overlord of the sea.

Poseidon, piloting his chariot, flew to the outer edge of the Mech Corridor and solemnly contemplated his son Triton.

"Triton, once you receive my orders, you know what to do!"

"Yes, Father!"

The merman prince leaned on his trident with one hand, bowed respectfully in response, and watched Poseidon ride the waves away.

As Triton looked down into the distance, he saw that the surface of the Colossus Ocean was filled with a vast number of deep-sea fleets and various autonomous weapons, all ready to go.

Click!

At the same time, within the dimly lit sea of ​​stars, a faint, crisp sound came from inside the metal shell.

Behind Triton, in the silver-white recesses on both sides of the narrow Mecha Corridor, twelve strange mechanical beings exuding a sacred aura cast intersecting shadows.

Two days later, at the foot of Mount Olympus, four figures, their auras concealed, quietly gathered in a secluded valley, exchanging glances and nodding.

Although Hera, Athena, and Poseidon didn't have much affection for each other, this alliance of interests, devoid of emotion, was all the more solid and direct.

However, to Hera and Poseidon's displeasure, an unexpected fourth deity had entered the valley.

Hera frowned slightly, clearly annoyed: "Who is he?"

Athena responded calmly to Hera, the queen of the gods, who had raised the question: "Hypnos, the god of sleep and son of Nyx, the goddess of night, has the power of sleep that he wields, which is absolutely useful in case of any unforeseen circumstances."

Hera's expression was unfriendly, and she coldly rebuked, "Our actions should not involve foreign gods. The more interveners there are, the greater the risk! Aren't you showing us a lot of disrespect?"

The goddess of wisdom glanced at the sachet hanging from the queen's waist, frowned, and sneered, her words sharp and confrontational.

"If you can really so easily bewitch your man's mind, would Poseidon and I need to go through all this trouble?"

Besides, I'm not your servant, so don't lecture me like that!

Such a direct and brutal attack immediately enraged the proud and arrogant diva to the point of wanting to vomit blood.