Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"go!"

Along the corridor, Jason, surrounded by more than ten Argonauts, wiped the blood from his forehead and gave directions in a loud voice.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Just as everyone's speed was slightly slowed down, dozens of magical beams, like golden-red tornadoes, swept forward, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

The five Argonauts behind him raised their shields, barely managing to withstand the force of the blast, their faces paling as they staggered backward.

However, in the instant the defenses opened up, Medea and Circe, the two witches, stepped forward in perfect unison, wielding their Moon Staffs. One after another, purple-red magic circles converged, radiating dense beams of magic towards the weak points such as the corners and beams.

boom!

Suddenly, amidst a muffled explosion, rubble flew, walls collapsed, and oppressive figures floated around the corner, some crushed beneath the debris, others blocked from view.

Without hesitation, the Argonauts accelerated forward.

After all, for these Olympian guards, who were fully armored and possessed the blood of the gods, those obstacles couldn't hold them back for long.

As everyone ran wildly, a dull rumbling sound, like a battering ram, kept coming from behind.

"Ahead lies the central elevator of the Crown of Chronos, which leads directly to the Great Altar!"

Jason saw in the distance at the end of the Mechanism Corridor, in the hollow hall, that the crown-like ring of light was still running as usual, and he was overjoyed. He urged his companions to speed up even further.

Zheng!

However, the moment everyone stepped into the hollow hall, the melodious rhythm of a seven-stringed lyre evoked images of afternoon sunlight, a soft bed, and a lover's arms, and even the air became as mellow and sweet as aged wine.

The Argonauts slowed their pace, taking deep, excited, and greedy breaths, and staggered toward the open space of the hall, drawn by the intoxicating fragrance that tingled to the bone.

Like male dogs chasing their prey, they stared in a daze at a pink light and shadow floating in mid-air, and unknowingly stood at the edge of the central hollow ring.

One step further and there's a magical outburst, a void powerful enough to melt steel.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, a dense beam of light shot out from the entrance of the hall and slammed heavily into the pink light and shadow floating in the air. The chaotic ether caused ripples to spread across the light and shadow, and the enchanting sound was suddenly interrupted by a discordant noise.

"Wake up, everyone! You've been bewitched!"

Because of their gender and Hecate's blessing, Medea and Circe, who had narrowly escaped the control of the machine god Aphrodite, cried out anxiously.

Orpheus, Sisyphus, and the other five Argonauts, whose consciousness was not yet severely impaired, were suddenly awakened. When their eyes fell upon the treacherous sight of the vast, empty void ahead, they broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively tried to pull their companions away from this dangerous area.

In an instant, a pink halo descended, musical notes pulsated, and beautiful voices gently entwined. The Argonauts, who had been struggling, suddenly turned their heads, their pupils turning a chilling blood red. They raised their hands, grabbed their weapons, and frantically slashed at their comrades who had entrusted them with life and death along the way!

"Ah, you tiny insect, no one can escape the beautiful illusion of love, may your soul rest here!"

At the same time, a lazy yet arrogant tone echoed through the hall, and a pink halo spread out in the sky. The true form of the mecha goddess Aphrodite spread her wings, revealing her full appearance, and elegantly looked down at the ants who had intruded into the forbidden land of the gods.

clank!

At that very moment, amidst the alluring and seductive music, several stirring notes suddenly rose up, like gold shattering and jade breaking, earth-shattering and instantly diluting the intoxicating atmosphere.

The Greek genius singer Orpheus was playing his harp with lightning speed, his fingers moving rapidly, the prelude rising wave after wave, culminating in a soaring song.

"Elegant musical notes bring us joy and wisdom, accompanying us on a safe voyage."

Storms cannot be our enemies, and the ocean is our playground!

The trials of God make the brave taste the bitterness of life, yet they also taste sweetness like honey!

The Argonauts, who had been manipulated, began to show signs of struggle on their faces, gradually waking up. Sisyphus and the others who had already broken free felt invigorated, their blood boiling, and a pent-up urge to vent rising in their chests.

"...Our courage is like the sun and moon shining throughout the world;

Our glory will be remembered by all!

Suddenly, the group of people who had gathered together began to strike their shields in unison, singing a song of long voyage in time with the beat. They solemnly drew their weapons, restrained their instincts, and moved with difficulty, their bones contorted and their expressions ferocious. With a resolute posture, they charged bravely toward Aphrodite in mid-air.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could my power, my aesthetics, be defeated by the noise of mere mortals!"

The pink mecha god spoke in disbelief, its wings flapping with an angry shriek. The metallic sequins inlaid in its wing membranes shimmered with divine runes amidst the surging ether, unleashing a torrent of divine power towards the Argonauts.

For a time, the Argonauts, whose will had not yet broken free from control, were once again plunged into the mire, their bodies like puppets, wielding weapons and fighting against their former comrades.

hum!

Ahem...

As the pink light patterns surged and vibrated, Orpheus, who was playing the piano and singing, had his chest heaving and coughing violently. His skin cracked and burst into clouds of blood mist, and dark red traces kept spilling from his mouth.

The once beautiful voice, like pearls falling onto a plate, was now hoarse and unpleasant, and the fingers were bleeding profusely, exposing the white bones.

With each word Orpheus uttered, it was as if his internal organs were coughing up; with each note he played, a mist of blood spurted from his body, the dark golden divine blood merging into the already soaked harp, continuing to perform a magnificent and tragic song of blood.

boom!

As if things weren't bad enough, the corridor of the mechanical god trembled and roared, with rocks flying everywhere. Amidst the billowing dust, thousands of Olympian guards broke through the barriers and surged forward. The few remaining survivors couldn't help but change color at the sight.

The two witches left guarding the entrance hurriedly summoned a row of dragon tooth soldiers and puppets to buy time and briefly hold off the Olympian guards.

Meanwhile, Medea glanced at the stalemate in the hall and the machine god hanging in mid-air, wielding its tyranny. She gave Circe a wink, then quietly crept behind her, moving slowly in the shadows.

But at this moment, the harp's playing and its stirring sounds did not cease. With sharp, distorted sounds that were almost out of tune, it desperately resisted the control of the machine god Aphrodite.

Zheng!

The piercingly mournful final note, accompanied by the snapping of the strings, suddenly erupted, like golden rays of sunlight radiating outwards from Orpheus, causing the floorboards along its path to crack.

boom!

Aphrodite, suspended in mid-air, was struck as if by lightning. Spiderweb-like marks appeared on her pink wings, and the magnificent crystal chips embedded in them shattered. Her enormous body tilted and plummeted toward the open space of the hall.

"How dare you harm my perfect body! Kill them all! I'll kill you all!"

The machine god, having crashed to the ground in a sorry state and suffered severe damage, went mad and spread its tattered wings, trying to take off.

Click!

However, a sudden metallic tremor came from her chest. Aphrodite looked at the lightning-shaped purplish-red dagger that had pierced her divine core. In shock, anger, and astonishment, sparks burst from her body, and surging ether swept in all directions.

boom!

Instantly, the purple-haired girl hiding in the shadows vomited blood and was blasted away.

Chapter 297 Crisis and Opportunity

It worked! It actually worked!

As Medea gazed at the Argonauts on the field, manipulated and fighting with their friends, the pink in her eyes faded, and she suddenly awoke. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at the curved blade in her hand with relief.

The "All Talismans Must Break the Rules" was originally a precious item used only to break the magical contract of the target and dispel its enhanced state.

However, in the underworld, after being blessed by the divine blood and reforged by the power of the sorceress Hecate, it possesses the powerful effect of severing magical defenses, causing magic-breaking damage, and dispelling power to a certain extent.

Having just suffered a fatal blow to the divine core, the Machine God Aphrodite is now in a state of decay, and its complete disintegration is only a matter of time.

However, the fact that six people perished in the melee, and that the remaining dozen or so were all wounded, seems like a terrible price to pay.

Medea looked around, her small face darkening.

"You heartless bastard, I...I can't hold on much longer, please...please help me!"

However, before the little witch could continue to grieve in secret, a groan of unbearable pain came from the entrance of the hall.

All that could be seen was Circe, who was holding off a large number of Olympian guards alone. Scattered around her were countless fragments of golems and the skeletons of dragon tooth soldiers. The magic barrier she had erected was twisted and deformed, flickering on and off, and sliding step by step into the inner part of the hall as these humanoid monsters pushed forward.

The Eagle Witch, positioned at the rear, was like a malnourished bean sprout subjected to dazzling light when faced with the overwhelming hordes of Olympian guards.

"Auntie! I'm coming to help you!"

"I've said it so many times... to call... my name..."

Medea rushed forward in a hurry, stacking magic arrays to prepare for the joint resistance against the advance of the Olympian Guard, while Circe, exhausted, turned her head and reiterated with a dark face.

"boom!"

However, before the two could join forces, the magic barrier, stretched to its limit, suddenly exploded. Circe, who hurriedly pulled her hand away, collided with Medea and flew all the way to the hall.

Amidst the deafening roar of earth and rocks shattering, a large number of Olympian guards surged in, closing in on the Argonauts.

"Raise your shields! Retreat! If we can break through here and reach the high altar, we'll win!"

Jason slapped his groggy head, and after recognizing the situation, he perked up and decisively gathered his remaining teammates, assembling them tightly towards the last step leading to the high altar.

The captain intended to take the opportunity to pull up Orpheus, who had created the turning point, and give him a good talking-to. However, as soon as he reached out to touch him, the genius singer, who was holding the broken-stringed harp, collapsed to the ground.

To compose that magnificent melody powerful enough to defy the divine, mere mortals shed their last drop of blood.

As Jason's gaze moved downwards, he was shocked to see a bronze dagger stuck in Orpheus's leg.

Clearly, under the alluring voice of the goddess of beauty, this genius singer forced himself to stay conscious through this self-harming method, sacrificing his life to perform this swan song.

Jason clenched his teeth, drawing blood from his lower lip, turned and banged on his shield, singing in a hoarse voice as he retreated back into the ranks.

"Elegant musical notes bring us joy and wisdom, accompanying us on a safe voyage..."

"Our courage shines like the sun and moon over the world; our glory is remembered by all people! We have created a great undertaking, and the gods have offered their tribute to it!"

The crowd raised their shields, chanted loudly, leaned on each other, and fought their way back towards the final steps, paying homage to the singer in the corner of the hall who was performing his swan song.

"A mere organic life form that has just learned to walk on two legs dares to presume to challenge the gods with its tiny body... Hahaha! How laughable!"

However, amidst the crackling of electricity, Aphrodite, the convulsing and disintegrating machine god before the magic circle, appeared distorted and ferocious.

Jason paused, his pupils contracted, a sense of foreboding gripped him, and an indescribable, intense fear made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, causing him to instinctively take a step back.

Women are terrifying creatures!

An angry woman is even more terrifying!

At the same time, as if to verify his life experience, the machine god Aphrodite roared resentfully upwards amidst flashing arcs of electricity.

"Almighty God who rules over all things in the sky, please punish these lowly ants!"

In an instant, blue and white arcs of light frantically condensed and converged above the pillar of light leading to the great altar, and dense thunderstorms, like branches, suddenly fell.

Click...

Beneath the dazzling blue and white lightning pillars, Aphrodite's remains, located at the core of the hall, began to disintegrate inch by inch, transforming into spiritual particles that merged into the hall. Meanwhile, the nearby stone buildings rapidly melted away, as if ice and snow were being exposed to the blazing sun.

"run!"

Seeing the massive pillar of lightning spreading and sweeping across the land, Jason was terrified, roaring with a ferocious expression, while the wounded Argonauts' pupils contracted sharply.

boom!

Moments later, amidst a violent explosion, the Mech God Corridor was blasted open by a horizontal arc of blue and white lightning. Several figures were thrown out, spitting blood, and crashed into the ground along with the rolling rubble.

Bang bang bang!

At a height of hundreds of meters, thanks to magical protection and a series of self-rescue delays, the Argonauts were spared from turning into rotten tomatoes falling from the sky and being tragically smeared all over the ground.

Even those who miraculously escaped were all left with broken bones and torn tendons, too badly injured to get up. Medea and Circe, the two witches, were completely drained of their magic and collapsed into a coma, their faces pale.

This is... Altar Street?

Jason coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely opened his swollen eyelids, looked around at the familiar scene, and stared blankly.

As the captain struggled to his feet, supporting himself with his javelin, he looked out over the increasingly horrific battlefield, the splattered blood and scattered corpses nearby, and his heart sank to the bottom.

The eldest sister and her gang are also in trouble.

The second team is probably already defunct, or even... completely wiped out!

bang bang bang...

Just then, the sound of footsteps like heavy drums came from all around the altar street, and the surrounding area was filled with smoke and dust. The sharp sounds of armor and weapons rubbing together became clearer and more piercing.

Realizing the danger, the Argonauts struggled to their feet, but now they had no strength left to even grip their weapons or take a step forward.

Moreover, nearly half of his friends were still unconscious on the ground. They couldn't even hide, let alone resist. They were at their wits' end.

Jason looked up at the great altar high in the sky, his eyes filled with grief and despair.

So close! So close! Is this really the end for us?

At this moment, the outlines of Olympian guards, primordial snake women, and puppets are beginning to appear at various corners and alleyways.

boom!

Not only that, a buzzing tremor came from underground, and an inky shadow spread out from the dark and menacing crack.

Fight!