Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After hearing so much bad news, that little bitch Lady Luck finally lowered herself and gave him a kiss.

Even more fortunately, this was the same route that the traitorous prince Triton had taken to lead them to the top floor, so the group was very familiar with the route and moved quickly and precisely through the crowd.

"We've reached the Ladder to Heaven. What was the cipher again? Let me see..."

Soon, the Argonauts stormed through the deserted streets to the core temple, which was engraved with magic circles. Jason hurriedly found the fish scale design given to him by Poseidon, the sea god, and recalled the opening method of the mermaid prince Triton, and entered the divine rune command.

bang bang...

A muffled sound faintly approached, and Atalanta's cat ears trembled slightly. Her emerald pupils caught sight of the pebbles and gravel that had sprung up below the temple steps, and her expression froze.

The pursuers... are here!

"I'll hold them off. You all hurry. Once the Heavenly Ladder is activated, leave immediately, don't hesitate!"

The female hunter spoke solemnly, immediately grabbed the Sky Bow, and without further ado, rushed towards the entrance to the road guarding the core temple of the altar street.

"Big Sister, you don't need to take this risk. We can think of another way!"

Jason, looking agitated, stepped forward to intercept him and earnestly tried to persuade him.

"Fighting against the Star Vanguard, breaking through the perilous sea, intercepting the Moon Goddess, slaying the God of Agriculture... Haven't we taken enough risks? If they can do it, why can't I? What? You don't believe me?"

Atalanta paused slightly, then gave a soft, amused hum, leaving the captain speechless.

As the huntress crossed Jason's path, a cold, narrow object fell into the captain's hands.

"Alright, stop being so wishy-washy. If you can go back, give this to him for me. I made it myself..."

Jason was taken aback, his lips pursed, and he stared intently at the arrow in his hand, which was decorated with golden carvings.

Legend has it that Eros, the god of love, has two arrows: one with a golden tip that promotes love and leads to marriage, and the other with a lead tip that ends love and causes separation.

Hunting was Atalanta's calling, and the bow and arrow were indispensable companions. The golden arrows were also one of the symbols of Apollo the Light, and the prophecy of the Temple of Delphi had revealed her future marriage.

The meaning behind Atalanta handing over the golden arrow is self-evident; perhaps this is a unique kind of romance belonging to this female hunter.

And clearly, the huntress already had some things in mind.

Atalanta glanced at the dust stirred up by the south wind, lightly tapped the bowstring, a joyful smile curving her lips, and her steps were light and firm.

You have your choices, and I have my answers.

But I'm very happy...

I'm really happy...

In addition...

The hunter glanced back at the raised tail behind her and muttered to herself.

What's so interesting about touching this thing? I really don't understand where your strange fetish came from.

Unconsciously, the drooping fingers and palms landed on it, gently stroking it. The fuzzy, itchy, and soft touch made the fingers and palms, which were initially just tentatively exploring, unable to resist stroking it a few more times.

Hmm, okay, this seems kind of interesting...

Atalanta shook her head, took a deep breath, looked around, locked onto a high vantage point, and then stepped out of the temple's main gate, her eyes suddenly sharpening.

"Wait! How long can you hold out with just one person and two quivers? Besides, there are bound to be gaps in the many entrances to Altar Street. Why don't we leave ten people behind to help you guard the key points!"

Just then, Jason, regaining his senses, gripped the golden arrow and looked up to stop him.

Before Atalanta could refuse, the blond captain straightened his face and spoke in a deep voice.

"Don't worry! I'm doing this for the sake of the overall situation. You must know how powerful the True Body Mech God is. You guys guard this place and are responsible for providing support. If something happens up there, we'll at least have the option to attack or defend. Even if we, as the first team, encounter something unforeseen, you can fill in as the second echelon, giving us another chance to try!"

The hunter pondered for a moment, her resolve cooling, and nodded in agreement.

Ultimately, the Spartan twin swordsmen, along with several other heroes of divine blood, remained outside the core temple to plug the breach and buy time.

"And another thing! Remember this: you're just buying us time. According to the schedule, this thing will be fully activated in ten minutes at most, and then we can be sent up."

So, you only need to buy yourself 15 minutes, then immediately retreat. Whether you hide or harass, wait for our message, then come and rejoin us at the core temple. Don't just stand there like idiots and get beaten up!

As Jason entered the secret command and loaded the magic crystal, he offered advice on refining the plan.

The huntress listened attentively, then solemnly agreed. She led the Argonauts who remained behind to Altar Street to intercept the army that was already visible in its outline and size.

Just as the battle intensified, Jason finally reopened the Stairway to Heaven, leading Circe, Medea, Sisyphus, Orpheus, and more than ten other surviving companions into the towering pillar of light.

Chapter 295 Bloodbath on Altar Street

The battle on Altar Street was at a stalemate.

Atalanta leaped among the stone pillars of the stele forest, moving swiftly like the wind and shooting arrows with the force of thunder. Arrows imbued with divine power pierced the air and fell rapidly, piercing the spiritual cores of the interstellar city mountain defense forces surging in from all directions.

In just ten minutes, hundreds of corpses had piled up at the intersection below.

The twin swordsmen, skilled in military formations, used the advantageous terrain and local materials to place the corpses and nearby fallen stone pillars across the intersection, reducing their contact area with the defending troops.

With this arrangement, a mere ten men, shields in hand and spears in hand, formed a defensive line at the narrow intersection and managed to hold off thousands of enemy troops outside the altar street.

Despite their repeated assaults, the Argonauts remained steadfast like rocks cutting through the waves, leaving their opponents with hundreds of corpses in vain.

However, these monsters are fearless and ruthless, while human strength is finite.

As time went on, three people were dragged out of the formation by the demonic hounds and torn apart by the tide of soldiers. The rest were also wounded one after another. The fragile defense line was repeatedly ravaged and became even more dangerous.

Soon, seemingly because their advance was thwarted, the Olympian guards, who had been arriving sporadically from different fortresses, gathered into a golden-red wave of up to a hundred men. They violently dispersed the auxiliary troops in front, such as puppets and humanoid annihilation weapons, and each raised their cylindrical weapons, solemnly chanted, and slashed forward.

"In the name of the great god Zeus, annihilate the foreign enemies and deliver the punishment! — The Sword of Divine Punishment!"

In an instant, ether surged wildly in the air, a series of muffled thunderous booms erupted, and hundreds of golden-red spiral beams of light shot out from the weapons in the hands of the Olympian guards.

Beneath the chaotic arcs of light, layers of bluestone pavement were lifted up, sand and gravel were crushed into dust, and furrows were carved into the ground. The fierce divine power crashed down on the Spartan shield formation, which consisted of only seven people.

"The Star of the Supreme God!"

"The pride of the rearguard!"

The twin swordsmen's expressions changed drastically. Each held their longsword horizontally, cut their palms, and used their blood as a catalyst to chant divine prayers and roar.

Under the divine power, the blood energy dispersed into mist, seeping into the bodies of the other five Argonaut heroes in wisps, causing their muscles to bulge briefly, and surging power to erupt from their flesh and blood.

The two princes of Sparta, who were both descendants of Hercules and possessed the divine power of Zeus, unleashed a terrifying aura when their powers were fully activated, with divine runes swirling and arcs of light flashing across their bodies.

"boom!"

A violent explosion followed, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye spread outwards. Houses within a radius of several meters collapsed with a roar, and radioactive cracks stretched for dozens of miles.

Wherever it passed, hard stone slabs were shattered, vegetation turned into fragments and scattered in the air, and even metal objects such as humanoid annihilation weapons were sent flying backward, sparking and breaking into pieces in mid-air.

Meanwhile, among the hundred or so Olympian guards who were directly facing the attack, half of them had the sound of bones cracking coming from inside their fully enclosed armor, with blood gushing out like a small stream from the gaps.

In this region that resembles a meteorite impact site, only the area beneath and behind the seven Argonauts remained unscathed, retaining its original appearance.

puff!puff!

As the aftershocks spread, the twin swordsmen, each clad in a set of golden light armor, turned deathly pale, each vomiting blood and appearing listless.

Fortunately, they had the Saint Cloth from Mount Ares and the artifacts given to them by Hephaestus; otherwise, they would have been wiped out long ago in Atlantis.

Similarly, the five Argonauts standing around them, clad in armor of different colors such as bronze and silver, also had slightly trembling hands and pale faces.

Clearly, after such a fierce battle, their divine power has been severely depleted, and this wave will not be easy to withstand.

If this intense battle continues, even with their Saint Cloths and divine artifacts, they won't be able to hold out for long.

laugh!

Just then, the ground trembled violently, a sonic boom resounded, and a blue-white beam of light shot across the sky, heading straight for the Spartan army. A violent explosion followed immediately.

Caught off guard, the seven coughed up blood mist, mixed with blood and corpses, and flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall and the ground.

Spirit Liquid Cannon!

The prototype of the Titan Talos! And there's another one below!

Atalanta watched as the towering bronze giant, as majestic as a mountain, slowly turned the radiant patterns on its chest and walked towards the altar street, and her expression changed slightly.

However, after several encounters, it was discovered that although this thing was made entirely of bronze and was incredibly hard, it had a "blood vessel" responsible for the flow of magic power throughout its body. This vessel ran from its neck down to its knees and was covered by a bronze button. This was its Achilles' heel.

As long as you pinpoint its weakness, you can easily dismantle this guy!

Seeing the wounded Argonauts below being divided and surrounded by the surging tide of soldiers, forced to fight on their own, the huntress felt anxious. She immediately reached for her quiver, preparing to deal with the most threatening Bronze Giant first.

However, just as Atalanta raised her hand to bend her bow, several crimson beams swept across, forcing her to slide down the broken and toppled stone pillar, dodging and leaping all the way.

Wide-area annihilation weapons! The aerial combat units at the gliding point have also arrived!

A gloomy mood settled over the female hunter. After calculating the time, she made a decisive move, picked up the last two arrows, and solemnly shot them into the air.

Instantly, empowered by divine power, the arrows multiplied, multiplying into hundreds and thousands in an instant, raining down and clearing away most of the monsters in front of the core temple, greatly relieving the pressure on the heavily injured and trapped Argonaut heroes.

However, in a short period of time, three of the seven people were gone, leaving only four people who could barely hold on.

"We've stalled for enough time. Mission accomplished! You all retreat to the northeast!"

"Big Sister, what about you?"

"I'll be there soon!"

Atalanta slung the Sky Bow, now devoid of arrows, over her back, chanted a divine incantation, and plunged her right hand into the magic circle, forcefully pulling the purplish-black fur against her shoulder with a chilling roar.

"Wild Boar of Divine Punishment! Bear the wrath of my God!"

Suddenly, violent red and black divine patterns appeared on the hunter's body, her green hair was stained light purple by the demonic energy, and her hands transformed into sharp claws.

Unlike the grunts that can be dealt with with a little care, Talos possesses powerful firepower that can change the course of a battle.

This monster... cannot be allowed to live!

Atalanta's vertical pupils were fixed on the bronze giant Talos moving in her direction. With a low whimper, she crouched down on all fours and ran forward swiftly like a wild beast.

The twin swordsmen, supporting each other, glanced at their two wounded and exhausted companions behind them, and had no choice but to turn their heads away, grit their teeth, pull them up, and follow orders to retreat towards the northeast.

found it!

Entering beast form, Atalanta, in a state of heightened and frenzied excitement, abruptly stopped under the armpit of the bronze giant. As if feeling no pain, she raised her hand and pulled out the two javelins that had pierced her shoulder and thigh, revealing bloody holes in the stark white bones. Under the stimulating effect of the golden apple's immortality, fleshy buds rapidly wrapped around and grew.

The huntress, now agile, leaped over Talos's massive, slapping hand. Her sharp metal claws pierced through layer after layer of copper, brutally severing its lifeline.

Finally, the monster, having lost its power, burst into sparks from all over its body, and its massive form collapsed with a crash.

Atalanta jumped down and casually tore off the wild boar hide that was almost embedded in her shoulder and growing out of her flesh.

As the dark red blood splattered, the excitement and frenzied thirst for killing gradually subsided, and that familiar intellect surged back like a tide. Along with it, the pain and weakness of an avalanche also returned.

boom……

Atalanta collapsed to the ground, her vision blurring due to blood loss.

Indeed, berserk mode is a double-edged sword; while it increases destructive power, it also reduces one's sense of danger.

Hurry! The monsters still active nearby could surround us at any moment. Only by reuniting with Castor, Pollux, and their siblings can we proceed with the next step.

The female hunter, clutching her itchy, lacerated wound, staggered to her feet, just as she was about to leave the ravaged battlefield.

Unexpectedly, a rumbling sound came from the ground as earth and rocks churned. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively rolled to one side.

boom!

In an instant, a giant mechanical serpent with a fierce glint in its eyes emerged from the ground and menacingly flicked its tongue at Atalanta.

The Great Serpent Skin! A high-level defensive weapon deployed in the mountainous layer of the interstellar city, similar in level to Talos.

As the fierce wind rushed towards him, the heavily injured Atalanta froze in place.

Whoosh!

At the same time, as if things weren't going well, a sharp, piercing sound came from behind Atalanta.

Oops!

The female hunter, caught off guard, had her pupils contract sharply.

Chapter 296 Backstabbing, I'm a Professional

Meanwhile, in the interstellar city mountain range, the Machine God Corridor.

boom!

Several Olympian guards, like cannonballs, smashed through the bronze gate and crashed into the stone pillars. Their swollen and deformed limbs flew everywhere, and purplish-red blood mixed with grayish-blue bits of flesh seeped from the gaps in their armor, filling the air with a strong stench of blood.