Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Fortunately, just when Medea was at a loss, the god of medicine arrived under Sisyphus's protection. He drew his scalpel, poured some selected medicinal liquid onto the blade, and skillfully and calmly cut the roots that were piercing the flesh of the two women.

Probably due to the medication, these roots withered and died quickly once they were cut off, and the remnants that had burrowed into the flesh were completely eliminated after the wound was cleaned and the flesh was removed.

Just as the God of Healing was about to take out a hemostatic and tissue-regenerating elixir from the magic array to bandage the two wounded, his gaze shifted back to the wounds and the granulation tissue inside them began to wriggle and heal at a visible speed, disappearing without a trace in just a few breaths.

"Immortality? No wonder..."

The healer stroked his chin, frowned slightly, and murmured thoughtfully as he sipped a scarlet potion.

"So you're not bait. The only reason you're still alive is because Demeter's power can't destroy your immortality in a short time."

Atalanta drank the potion that counteracted the plant paralysis toxin, and her face regained some color. She nodded slightly.

Indeed, if she hadn't eaten the golden apple and gained a high level of immortality, she would have been disintegrated by Demeter's power long ago.

"But seriously, is immortality really that cheap? Then all my research on the elixir of immortality would have been for nothing?"

The God of Healing looked gloomy, his lips twitching, and he looked at Circe and Medea with suspicion.

"It was Lady Hecate's protection; during our time in the Underworld, she bestowed upon us some blessings..."

When Medea saw her aunt looking listless and weak like a sick chicken, she took the initiative to explain.

Oh, I see. That explains it. No wonder that person was willing to let those three go out and risk their lives.

The God of Healing glanced at the black snake carving coiled on his cane, secretly rolled his eyes, and casually took out a blue-tinged potion from his medicine pouch, then tilted his head back and gulped it down.

Just as Asclepius was focused on tending to the injured, the game became a stalemate.

Demeter was helpless against the Argonauts, those drug-addicted guys who were tougher than cockroaches.

However, the Argonauts were also helpless against Saturn's ever-regenerating shell and the earth's power, which was both defensive and offensive.

Worse still, as time went on, the sporadic Atlantean defenders gathered in greater numbers, further hindering the expeditionary force's activities and making it increasingly difficult for them to maneuver.

"boom!"

Sisyphus, who had summoned his golden armor and was holding shields on both arms, was knocked away by Demeter's earth spikes and crashed into the area where the four healers were, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ahem, I've been saying that this passive dragging on isn't a solution. Asclepius, are you ready yet?!"

"Wait a little longer, what's the rush? Be patient!"

The God of Healing responded indifferently, handing Circe and Atalanta two energy potions, while he himself took out a potion of unknown effects, poured it into his mouth, and smacked his lips in savoring the taste.

When Sisyphus saw how relaxed and carefree this fellow was, he almost couldn't catch his breath and spat out blood three feet away.

If it weren't for the fact that you saved my life in a critical moment, I would have beaten you half to death!

"Um, Lord Asclepius, may I ask why Demeter's powers couldn't take away their life? What's so special about your elixir of immortality?"

Holding the Staff of the Moon, Medea, who was on guard duty, looked at the stalemate on the battlefield and couldn't help but voice her doubts.

"It's because of the materials, of course!"

The God of Healing glanced at the witch, then continued his habit of mixing and drinking medicine, and spoke softly in contemplation.

"The ingredients of this medicine contain the blood of the Gorgon, which was given to me by the vengeful goddess Medusa for medical research..."

According to my findings, Gorgon blood possesses two distinct properties: it can both destroy and wither, and it can also save lives. It took me over a century to transform its toxic side effects into a neutralizing effect through various medications, ensuring it only has the beneficial effects of regeneration and revival.

At this moment, Sisyphus, who had been listening intently, slammed his double shields into the ground, sending a group of Atlantean defenders flying, his eyes revealing his understanding.

Moreover, the vengeful goddess appears to be the third-generation earth goddess. He had seen statues of this goddess sculpted by humans in the ancient temples of Mycenae.

The power of the god of agriculture is a differentiation of the power of the earth mother goddess. The blood of Gorgon has a higher status than her power, which is why it can reverse the life force of those plants.

Isn't it normal for the divine right of the earth to possess both life and death?

Damn it, if we could invite Mother Earth or mobilize her powers, we wouldn't be in such a passive position.

Just as Sisyphus was lost in thought, a trident came hurtling through the air and struck his right arm shield. The immense force sent his arm numbing and his body staggering backward.

From afar, streaks of azure light rushed forth from among the Atlantean defenders.

As Sisyphus leaned back, he unknowingly joined the Argonauts charging forward. Their life force seemed to have returned to normal, and the vines in the crevices of the rocks and soil around them began to stir restlessly.

"Hey! You're taking your medicine! Aren't you done yet? Something's not right!"

Sisyphus's eyes darted back and forth between the approaching Demeter and the azure light surrounding him from behind, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"All right……"

The healer tilted his head back, poured down the shaken potion, and, with his usual infuriatingly indifferent tone, stretched, darted past the defensive line formed by the Argonauts, and strode forward.

"Ascelepeus, what are you doing? Come back here!"

Jason's expression changed drastically as he watched Demeter once again manipulate plants and launch a violent attack.

"Nonsense, of course it's to treat patients!"

The God of Healing gave a cold snort of annoyance, his thin and frail body blocking the way for the true form of the mechanical god.

"Oh dear, naughty child... must be punished..."

Demeter clearly recognized this "bad boy" who was interfering with her powers, and immediately manipulated the vines to lift him up in front of her, tightening the restraints inch by inch, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

The group tried to rush forward to rescue them, but unexpectedly, the figures that rushed out from the group of Atlantis defenders were monsters with eerie blue patterns floating on their bodies and deformed limbs.

Trident! Water-patterned armor!

Poseidon's Guard!

Faced with a perilous situation with danger from both sides, the Argonauts were caught in a dilemma and could only watch helplessly as the healer's limbs were gradually broken.

Zizi!

However, the God of Healing expressionlessly swung his blood-soaked arm forward, and the mottled purplish-red bloodstains fell into Demeter's not yet fully healed wound, producing a metallic corrosion sound, and wisps of white smoke rose from the gaps.

The god of agriculture, like a plant struck by strong acid, developed charred patches on its surface, wobbled and fell, its light flickering, its body trembling violently, and a piercing scream emanating from within.

"What have you done! My power! How could this be!"

"Of course I'll feed you your medicine... you idiot!"

The physician's gaze was sharp, his brows furrowed as he sneered.

Poison is medicine, and medicine is poison.

Whether medicine is poison or not, the key lies in the doctor's mindset.

Different dosages and ratios will produce drastically different effects.

After hundreds of years of research, no one is more familiar with the medicinal properties of Gorgon blood than him, and no one can stimulate its destructive toxicity more quickly.

For a healer who has experimented on himself with Gorgon blood countless times, this body is the perfect petri dish for extracting the detoxifying effects of Gorgon blood.

"Get away! Get away!"

Realizing the danger lurking before her, Demeter frantically tried to shake off her prey, but the Healer gripped the vines tightly, swinging to the top of the large sphere, and sneered mockingly.

"You're only realizing it now? Don't you think it's too late? Indeed, patients like you must be eradicated!"

After all, only if you die can my real patient live...

In an instant, the healer who was holding Demeter's body grinned into a ferocious smile, his skin turned purplish-red, and his divine power surged within him. Then, the light patterns exploded and burst open, and a rain of purplish-red blood poured onto the body of the god of agriculture, producing an effect similar to sulfuric acid spraying plants.

Boom boom boom!

Moments later, the true form of the machine god, whose structure collapsed and its own powers were disordered and eroded, fell into a state of frenzy. It barbarically left the area of ​​the Sea God Temple and indiscriminately fired beams of light in all directions, causing the entire city and plateau of Atlantis to begin to fall apart.

At this moment, the gates of the Temple of Poseidon finally opened to them under the rain of blood.

"go!"

Jason gnawed on his thumb, which was now bleeding, and closed his bloodshot eyes to relay orders to the Argonauts.

As the Argonauts passed through the seven Poseidon Pillars in the quiet, oppressive atmosphere and entered the main hall to study the operation of the teleportation spell, soon smoke and dust billowed outside, and countless Atlantean defenders, along with Poseidon's guards mixed in, surged in like sharks that had smelled blood.

"Activating the spell and completing the certification will take ten minutes! Meleageros, you choose ten people and make sure they block those things outside! Can you do it?"

Jason turned to Prince Caludon and asked through gritted teeth.

"I guarantee that as long as I live, they will never set foot in the Temple of Poseidon!"

Meleageros solemnly pounded his chest in promise, and before he could even make a selection, ten Divine Blood Warriors spontaneously stepped forward, took off their shields, formed a shield wall, and blocked the corridor.

Outside the door, the sounds of flesh being torn apart and metal clashing echoed one after another. The roars of humans gradually thinned out, while the shrieks of monsters grew increasingly ferocious.

Inside the hall, everyone remained silent. Some were recovering, some were channeling magic, and others were deconstructing spells. The unruly heroes, like tightly wound iron puppets, mechanically and resolutely carried out every command.

hum!

Finally, ten minutes later, a colorful beam of light shot into the sky, reaching straight up to the interstellar city mountain range.

"Castor and Polux will lead the way, Medea and Circe will send out Dragon Fang Soldiers to scout ahead, and the eldest sister will provide archer support. We must ensure the safety of the teleportation array's entrance and exit!"

Even though the human screams outside the door had almost disappeared, Jason, with an expressionless face, made careful arrangements.

The Argonauts, having been given their mission, leaped into the pillar of light one by one.

As the crowd thinned out and normal signals returned from above, Jason finally breathed a sigh of relief and immediately notified Meleager to prepare for evacuation.

"Haha, finally we can leave this hellhole! You go first, we'll kill a few more and then we'll be there!"

Prince Calydon, with his back to the door, laughed heartily, blocking the dilapidated entrance, and gestured with his head to the side.

Jason knew that if he didn't leave, his friend would never back down, so he reluctantly stepped into the pillar of light.

However, the moment the figure disappeared into the teleportation array, the pillar of light twisted and shattered, and the explosions of collapsing houses echoed across the square like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami.

Now, it should be safe up there.

Meleagerus gazed at the now ruined temple of Neptune, where no more enemies could possibly break in. Satisfied, he tossed aside the bronze sword broken in two, drew the trident that had pierced his abdomen, casually tossed it aside, and placed the last javelin on his shield before stepping forward.

Bloodstains were visible at his feet;

Before him, a surging tide of soldiers;

Behind him, however, there was no one left...

Chapter 294 Atalanta's Romantic Remaining Space

Interstellar City Mountain Range, Altar Street.

Meleagerus, you bastard!

In the central square surrounded by a band of light, Jason saw the colorful pillar of light that had suddenly gone out from the lower realm. His expression was first one of astonishment, then turned gloomy and ferocious. He cursed and slammed his fist into the stone monument standing next to him.

Beneath the mangled fist, dark red blood dripped down the lines of the fist.

The Argonauts, standing silently around, bowed their heads and placed their hands on their chests, offering their sincere respect to the pioneers.

However, the brief period of mourning did not last long, as Atalanta, who was on guard duty, rushed down from the height and spoke urgently.

"A large number of enemies, numbering over ten thousand, are rapidly approaching the interstellar cities in the south, west, and east, and are converging on Altar Street!"

"What type?"

"The main force consists of the Olympian Guard, supplemented by a small number of Primal Serpent Women, Humanoid Annihilation Devices, Jewel Puppets, and Crystal Puppets..."

"No flight units?"

"Only the gliding point platform on the westernmost side of the interstellar city mountain range and the Erkedna Armory on Hecate Island are equipped with a certain number of anti-air autonomous weapons. So far, we have not seen or discovered any such enemy."

Atalanta stood tall, delivering the intelligence with precision.

According to her assessment, the massive amount of mechanical creations in Erkedna's Armory had all been deployed to the Battle of Oceanus, and with the Eye of the Tide and the spatial path providing cover, there was no need to worry about their retreat.

The only thing worth being wary of is the small amount of stock remaining at the western gliding point.

However, the distance there is relatively far, and even if one wanted to get there, it would probably take a considerable amount of time to react.

At this moment, the Argonauts were not idle. Some were repairing their equipment, some were distributing potions, and some were receiving magical buffs from Medea and Circe. Each of them was doing their best to prepare for battle.

"How long until the pursuers reach Altar Street?"

Jason continued to ask questions, while taking the three javelins handed to him by the twin swordsmen beside him, securing them behind his back for self-defense.

Although he was far inferior to the monstrous blood heroes, he was, after all, a disciple of the sage Chiron. He had not fallen far behind in the courses of javelin throwing, archery, and Pankrasin killing techniques, so he should be more than capable of protecting himself.

"The closest city is the Southern Interstellar City, which should take about ten minutes to reach. The western and eastern cities will take about twenty minutes."

"Very good! According to the map, we need to go to the core temple on the north side of Altar Street, take the Heavenly Ladder to enter the Sky Garden, then pass through the Machine God Corridor and go all the way up to the Great Altar!"

Jason excitedly clenched his fist in mid-air, informed everyone of the next plan, then gathered the fully equipped crew members, maintained a defensive formation, and raced north along the main road.