Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After all, although they had the access code for this fortress, they could tell from their contact at sea that the True Machine Gods left behind here had most likely had their programs rewritten by the Star Trek Vanguard, and would annihilate all external enemies.

Who knows what might happen if we take the road through the surface city?

"Surgical procedure is active and functioning normally!"

The wings are functioning normally!

Wind speed and direction are normal!

Distance 1000…900…700…500…

On the watchtower, Atalanta's clothes fluttered in the fierce wind, her emerald green eyes fixed intently ahead, continuously reporting the situation.

Upon receiving the feedback, Jason gripped the hilt of his sword and roared at the magic circle diagram.

"All personnel in position, prepare to land in 10 seconds and prepare for the assault!"

In a solemn and quiet atmosphere, the Argonauts held their breath, awaiting the tremors of landing.

Looking at the rapidly approaching gliding point and the interstellar city mountain range that was constantly expanding in his field of vision, the captain, feeling a little apprehensive, subconsciously shrank his neck and chuckled awkwardly as he raised his hand to pat the side.

“Hey buddy, I have no experience with something this crazy. You’d better protect me later, Hercules…”

However, the feeling of emptiness in his hands brought Jason back to his senses. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and silently gripped his sword and shield. The fear in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a resolute look.

With landing imminent, Atalanta's tense nerves finally eased slightly, and she reported the situation in a clear and calm tone.

“空域无异常！接触倒计时…5…4…3…2…1…登……”

"Click..."

But just as the Argo was about to crash into the gliding point, a crisp tearing sound of wood echoed in everyone's ears.

Jason, whose nerves were on edge, jumped up in fright the moment he heard the strange noise, his face changing drastically.

"Oh no! It's down there!"

At the same time, the Argo's hull cracked, and a 100-meter-long, sharp stalagmite pierced through the cabin and continued to grow upwards.

creak...

The ship emitted a teeth-grinding sound, and the damaged light patterns flickered on and off. The Argo was like a piece of meat skewered on a skewer, waiting for the chef to prepare it.

"Burning Shadow, Arrow Against the Moon - Dark Sky Eclipse!"

At the critical moment, Atalanta leaped from the watchtower along the increasingly tilting hull, slid sideways, and at the same time drew her Heavenly Bow to its fullest extent, unleashing a torrent of violent power from the other side of the moon goddess into the arrow.

boom!

In an instant, a sharp, purplish-red beam of light shot downwards, striking the main body of the stalagmite. The surging divine power instantly shattered it.

"Quick! Abandon ship! Jump over!"

Jason rushed out of the captain's cabin, grabbed the gunwale, and roared fiercely, his determination extraordinary.

Tsk tsk tsk!

However, before anyone could make a move, a sharp, piercing sound rang out, and long, thin spikes shot out from the ground.

Puff puff puff!

The two hastily constructed wings on the Argo were the first to disintegrate, pierced and torn apart by the violent divine power.

The ship, which had been able to remain airborne, immediately plummeted to the ground like a kite with a broken string, billowing black smoke amidst the flames of the explosion.

"Boss, watch out!"

Seeing that Atalanta was about to tumble off the swaying side as the ship went out of control, Circe immediately leaped down, flapped his wings, reached out and scooped up the huntress, and flew back to the Al.

puff puff!

However, the dense barrage of spikes was swift and sharp, and in the blink of an eye, two of them brutally pierced through Circe's hastily erected protective spell and pierced into her wings.

The Eagle Witch was in pain, blood splattered, and she lost control, plummeting to the ground.

Meanwhile, Medea, alone and helpless, could not reverse the Argo's downward spiral.

"Open the dome halfway! Use this as a deceleration valve! Maintain full protection and levitation spells, everyone, prepare for an emergency landing!"

Jason knew that his attempt to directly reach the gliding point was futile. Without hesitation, he turned around and rushed to the control panel, taking the helm himself. He almost broke the control stick in half, and at the cost of extensive damage to the hull, he finally managed to break through the dense barrage of spikes and wobbled towards the ground.

"The magician has cast a levitation spell! Warriors, seize the opportunity and prepare to jump ship if necessary!"

As the scenery on the ground expanded rapidly, and the howling wind rushed into the cabin, tearing off pieces of the ship's planks and sending them flying, Jason, while steering the ship, issued commands to the magic circle diagram.

"Captain, what about you?"

Prince Calydon, who was relatively quick-witted, couldn't help but ask a question.

"Even if you want to jump ship, someone has to stay here and find you a good place, right? Stop being so wishy-washy, it's finally my turn to step in this time!"

Jason stared intently at the increasingly clear city and streets on the ground, making final adjustments to the Argo impact point, and chuckled and cursed under his breath.

Although almost all Argonauts are descendants of gods, their purity and abilities vary, and not all of them can survive the fall.

"Don't give up yet! It's not time to give up! Theseus said the Argo is the best ship, and you're the best captain! He's never wrong!"

Prince Calydon, who had organized the Calydon hunt and held considerable prestige, struck his shield to summon the Argonauts to prepare for the hunt.

"Castor and Pollux, you two protect the captain and don't leave his side for even a moment! The rest of you, follow me and release your divine power downwards to counteract the shock!"

With high morale, everyone stood on either side without hesitation, using every possible method to slow the Argo's descent.

Okay, you bunch of idiots actually believed that! I've gotten cocky, and I'm confident I can risk my life to go crazy with you all!

Jason gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, his hands flitting across the control panel like butterflies, but a slight smile inadvertently appeared on his lips, as if the gloom that had been building up in his heart was being lessened.

Chapter 292 Hades, I'm here to take him away (3/4)

boom!

Finally, the Argo veered off course and crashed into the ground with a deafening roar. Its sturdy wooden hull slid forward, crushing cobblestones along the road, collapsing houses in its path, and carving a hundred-meter-long trench of rubble, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

The Argo, which had been meticulously prepared before departure, was now in ruins, revealing its pitiful keel.

Fortunately, the ship's structure remained intact, and amidst violent coughing, the Argonauts, covered in dust and dirt, struggled to emerge from the dust cloud.

We won the bet! Haha, it really is a great ship!

Jason, supported by the twin swordsmen as he walked out of the Argo wreckage, suppressed his excitement, grabbed his shield, slung his javelin over his shoulder, and brandished his bronze sword, shouting rapidly as he issued orders for the next phase.

"Quick! Plan Two! Before they can react, hurry and get through here. The landing point I've chosen is only five or six hundred meters from the central Sea God Temple!"

The journey to the Great Altar was a lone expedition, with overwhelming odds, and was destined to be fraught with danger.

Therefore, if directly landing at the gliding point fails, their backup plan is to follow Triton's previous guidance, activate the teleportation spell of the Temple of Poseidon, and enter the interstellar city mountain range.

However, this would be tantamount to directly intruding into the heart and vitals of those monsters, and they would likely have to face multiple enemies, leaving them with no room for maneuver.

But now that things had come to this, the Argonauts dared not hesitate for a moment. They decisively took their weapons, gathered around Jason, and rushed toward the newly renovated Temple of Poseidon in Atlantis.

In fact, this temple was renovated by them when they were stranded in Atlantis, as a way to atone for the bad luck of the Sea King, so no one knew the way around here better than them.

With familiarity with the route, the group traveled smoothly and arrived at the plaza in front of the Temple of the Sea God in just a dozen breaths.

The sight of two familiar figures leaning against the Poseidon Pillar brought the crew an unexpected surprise.

It's Atalanta and Circe! They're alive and have arrived at the Temple of Poseidon ahead of us, ready to reunite! That's wonderful!

"Sister Ata, Aunt, how are you?"

Seeing this, Medea was excited and stepped forward. Overjoyed, the Argonauts quickened their pace as well.

However, just as the group stepped into the plaza where the seven sea god pillars were scattered, two figures facing them turned stiffly, their pale faces filled with urgency, their moving lips straining to utter broken, indistinct trembling sounds.

"Don't...come any closer...quickly...go away!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they instinctively pulled away and retreated hastily.

However, it was too late. A strong tremor came from the ground, and a chasm stretching for dozens of miles split open in the wide square. A mechanical creation, shaped like a pale blue eyeball, with small pink wings on both sides and a sharp, drooping tail, emerged from the mud beneath the city.

Wherever it passed, walls collapsed and houses crumbled. Dense, lush green plants spread and grew wildly, quickly encroaching on most of this steel city. Even the stone slabs under everyone's feet sprouted layers of lush greenery.

The true form of the machine god—Demeter, the goddess of agriculture!

The Argonauts' hearts clenched as they gazed at the monster that stood before the Temple of Poseidon, and at the thick vines that coiled around the seven pillars of Poseidon.

At the same time, with the change in angle, everyone was shocked to see green vines emerging from the cracks in the rocks, tightly binding their legs. The pale roots had already pierced into the flesh of their backs, and a neurotoxin-like sap was continuously injected into their bodies, causing numbness and paralysis.

Clearly, this thing possesses at least rudimentary intelligence, knowing how to throw out bait, set traps, and wait for them to fall into its trap.

Moreover, as the light patterns around the Saturnian mecha pulsed and spread, Atlantean soldiers, clad in black armor, their flesh and blood gone, leaving only skeletons, with cruel red light emanating from their eyes, surged in from all directions to begin their hunt.

"Don't stop! Charge forward!"

Seeing that they were surrounded by enemies and had no way to retreat, Jason roared and decisively ordered the Argonauts to charge towards the Temple of Poseidon from the front.

This is the only chance to enter the interstellar city mountain range!

With fierce looks in their eyes, the crowd charged forward, throwing spears and arrows raining down on the suspended machine god Demeter.

"Continental-level shattering mechanism, activate. Divine core connection, divine core activation. How insignificant, how tragic, are all living things. Tragedy is death, death is the end. I grant you eternal rest!"

However, the vines in front of Demeter swayed and twisted, easily deflecting everyone's projectiles, and in a gentle and compassionate tone, she chanted divine decrees that were tinged with a chilling aura.

hum!

In an instant, the command was given, and the God of Agriculture descended gracefully, lightly touching the ground. A pale green light spread out, and within its reach, plants grew wildly.

Wisps of gray mist quietly spread among the green grass, the soil where roots were planted turned to sand, and there was no longer any sign of life. The hard stone slabs nearby were broken down into particles, and finally turned into a wisp of dust and drifted away with the wind.

not good!

Having teased Death himself, Sisyphus, who possessed the keenest perception of the power of death, looked down at the patch of lush green grass that had sprouted up at his feet. His pupils contracted sharply, and he grabbed two of the nearest figures in horror, leaping into the air.

But in an instant, the gray mist that had swept over them passed by the Argonauts, and their flesh and blood quickly dried up, crumbling like cotton wool. They were like dried corpses that had been drained of moisture, and before they could even scream, they fell straight to the ground like wheat being harvested in a field.

At the scene, only Atalanta and Circe, who had been captured, along with him and the two lucky ones in his arms, managed to escape.

The power of life has both the ability to generate lush greenery and the ability to awaken death!

The seemingly insignificant patch of grass beneath their feet was the medium through which Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, stole human life!

Sisyphus now finally understood how those Atlantean defenders, reduced to skeletons, came to be.

It is likely that Demeter, whose program was rewritten, is the culprit who guarded the continent of Mu, Atlantis, and destroyed the surface cities!

It’s over! It's all over!

Sisyphus, who had escaped death due to his vigilance, watched as the mummified corpses were gradually engulfed by the green grass, and his blood almost froze.

Just as the fraudster, who had repeatedly escaped death's judgment, was filled with despair, a clear medical bell rang from the left. The man he had hastily rescued calmly waved his snake staff, the black snake coiled at the top hissing and flicking its tongue as if it were alive, sprinkling droplets of spiritual liquid like raindrops and specks of light.

"Creation begins from nothingness, death is rebirth. Through the principle of the circle, through the molting of the snake, through the healing of medicine, the shackles of fate are broken—True Medicine, Useless Lament of the Underworld!"

In the solemn silence, the Argonauts, who had been stripped of their life force and withered into mummies, were nourished by the purplish-red elixir. Their flesh and blood gradually became plump again, the nearby vegetation withered instantly, and the vibrant life force flowed back into their bodies, not only healing their injuries but also restoring them to their peak condition.

What's wrong with us?

The Argonauts, rising from the ashes, felt as if they had just taken a nap, and their spirits were fully restored.

But when everyone looked up at Demeter, who was suspended in mid-air, terrifying memories surfaced in their minds, causing their pupils to contract sharply and their faces to turn pale.

They just died once!

Asclepius, however, somehow managed to save their lives.

Could it be that the elixir of immortality that this guy has been talking about has already been made?

Chapter 293 Poison is medicine, and medicine is poison! (4/4)

"Quick! While the effects of the medicine are still working and the power of the Mech God cannot extinguish this life force, find a way to break through Demeter's outer shell and destroy her divine core, otherwise we won't even be able to enter the gates of the Sea God's Temple!"

The God of Healing stared at the completely blocked road ahead, his expression cold and indifferent, and spoke up to offer a reminder.

In a flash, the Argonauts snapped back to reality, decisively coordinated their charge, and rushed toward Saturn, who seemed somewhat disoriented and malfunctioning due to the abnormal situation.

Instantly, the group, whose life force and ether were surging abnormally, frantically unleashed their energy and skills at the monster, severing the roots of plants along the way and repeatedly piercing the outer shell of the floating sphere.

Meanwhile, Medea, who had been lifted up by Sisyphus, anxiously broke free of her restraints and rushed toward the pillar of the sea god, intending to rescue Circe and Atalanta who were trapped.

However, those pale roots had already penetrated deep into their flesh and blood. The slightest movement caused excruciating pain, making Atalanta and Circe pale and their foreheads beaded with cold sweat.

"This kind of thing should be handled by a doctor! Sisyphus, go and help me, buy some time for me and my patient!"