Greece brings evildoers

“Boom boom boom!”

The dull explosions continued to come from behind, and the collapsed underground caves temporarily blocked the pursuit of a large number of giants and monsters.

At this moment, Hercules, who was leading the remaining Argo expeditionary force to rush towards the Titan Temple, sensed that several familiar auras also disappeared. His body paused, and then he rushed towards the monsters that appeared in the corridor with bloodshot eyes.

“Come on, underground bastards!!!”

Hercules swung the nameless axe sword in his hand like a hurricane, and the monsters and giants that blocked the road were instantly smashed into meat paste.

At the same time, the blood of the future Hercules in his body was almost boiling, and the sticky blood mist gushed out from his pores, and formed a scarlet flame on his body surface that looked like a real thing, making him like a mad lion rushing towards its prey in the dark.

But such a dazzling target inevitably attracted the attention of more monsters and giants.

Monsters with increased divinity and magic power continued to pour out from everywhere. The remaining Argonauts followed closely behind Hercules, withstanding the pressure from all sides with their flesh and blood.

Within an hour, they had to escort Hercules safely to the Titan Temple at all costs. This was their mission!

However, not every Argonaut had the strength of Hercules to fight a thousand with one.

In addition, a group of powerful divine blood heroes such as Chiron and the Spartan Twins left the team, and the long-term war of attrition, the remaining Argonauts gradually became powerless in the face of the dangers along the way.

Therefore, as time went on, the casualties of the Argonauts continued to increase. They were either dragged out of the formation by the giants and blasted into meat paste, or pulled into the hunting group by the monsters and torn to pieces.

On the long steps poured with blood and life, the expeditionary army advanced towards the goal with difficulty and determination.

At the same time, in an ancient temple in the mountains.

The stars in the sky were looming in the dome, and the starlight was intertwined like silk threads, reflecting three figures standing side by side on the high platform.

They held spindles, rulers and scissors respectively, lowered their deep and indifferent eyes, and stared at the golden balance that appeared in the hall.

On one end of the balance was a lightning star that was brighter than the sun and the moon, and on the other end was a faint and dim star cluster.

In comparison, whether in terms of mass or light, the former far exceeded the latter.

Therefore, the golden balance tilted deeply towards the end of the lightning star.

But this result is not the final constant.

Because a dynamic change is constantly prying the scale of the balance offset.

"Buzz~~"

In a burst of obscure sound, several dim stars fell from the sea of ​​stars on the dome of the temple, landed on one end of the balance, and merged into the star cluster on the tray, bringing a trace of light, heat and weight.

But the star cluster was too dim and dark, and the stars were too tiny and lightless.

Even if the stars as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River fell towards the star cluster, it was still impossible to completely adjust the deflected balance needle.

Finally, the beautiful figure in front of the balance pursed her lips and pondered, breaking the long silence in the hall.

"Isn't this enough?"

"Not enough..."

The three goddesses of fate on the high platform answered in unison, as calm and indifferent as ever.

Themis under the high platform looked at the star cluster on the other side of the scale, which had gathered thousands of stars, and could no longer bear it, and raised her head angrily.

"Then how much more sacrifices will you have to come forward to stop this natural disaster?"

"Until [Destiny] deflects..."

"[Constant] changes..."

"[Order] changes..."

The three goddesses of fate answered one after another, like cold machines, without a trace of emotional fluctuations.

Themis's clenched fist creaked, and she asked back in a cold voice.

"So, you are going to sit back and watch the suffering of the world's millions of lives for a mere seat on Mount Olympus?"

"Are the day and night the same length? Are whales and ants the same weight? Do gods and humans live the same life? Do the stars shine the same light as the sun and moon? Everything cannot be generalized. They have their own order and importance in the long river of fate. What we do is just to maintain the world's [order] and [destiny]."

The three goddesses of fate answered leisurely, then looked at the golden scale that was still highly tilted towards the end of the lightning star, and closed their eyes indifferently.

"It seems that this is a meaningless argument. You go."

"Go?"

Themis looked at her empty hands, sneered and shook her head.

Three days ago, she came to the Temple of Fate alone and tried her best to persuade the three goddesses of fate to leave, but in the end she only got an opportunity.

——Since this is a war that takes place on earth, let's see if the [destiny] carried by the human sacrifices can shake the [weight] possessed by Zeus.

And the final result is self-evident.

In this era, human life is as humble as grass.

As a god and lobbyist, Themis can certainly choose to leave.

But, she promised that person to bring dawn to this world that has fallen into the long night.

"Power is [destiny], and the life and death of the weak are insignificant. So this is the world in your eyes..."

Themis stared at the three goddesses of fate on the high platform, murmured word by word.

"It's reasonable, but unfair."

"What makes you have this illusion, Themis? This world is never fair, and fate is never fair!"

"Because it is not fair, we have to fight for it!"

The goddess in charge of [Justice] answered generously, and couldn't help but think of the judicial miracle created by a little guy in the world, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Then, she stroked her chest and murmured in a deep voice:

"Besides, this is not only a war for humans, but also a war for gods. Since resistance is the path chosen by all life on earth, how can the cost be borne by the weak alone?"

"Puff!"

Under the stunned eyes of the three goddesses of fate, Themis raised her hand and pierced her chest, took out the golden godhead that was as bright as a star core, raised her pale cheeks, and declared solemnly.

"As you said, the world started from God! Power started from God!"

"So... sacrifice should also start from God!"

"For the sacrifice of the gods, let [Justice] go first!"

A perfect parabola fell, accompanied by a crisp collision sound of "ding-dong", and the golden scale in the Temple of Destiny shook violently.

~~

At the same time, in the battlefield of Thessaly, the underground maze.

Time passed by, and the fierce fighting continued.

What's worse, the giants and monsters from the rear also broke through the obstacles and quickly approached the remnants of the expedition.

Hearing the rustling sound of climbing and the dull roar like thunder getting closer and closer, Telamon, as a good friend, wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and turned around resolutely.

"I'll cover you, you go first!"

"Shut up!"

Hercules turned his head and pulled back Prince Calydon who wanted to leave the team, roaring with red eyes.

"No one is allowed to stay, let's go together!"

"Hercules, there's no time!"

Telamon advised earnestly, while trying hard to break free from Hercules's hand.

Hercules grabbed the other's collar tightly and refused to let go, with a nearly distorted expression on his congested face.

"No, I said no!"

"If you delay any longer, the mission will not be completed, and we will all die!"

Another good friend, King Admetus of Thessaly, stepped forward to persuade Hercules, who was a little out of control.

However, after a series of casualties, Hercules's emotions, which had been suppressed to the extreme, completely broke out at this moment.

"So what? Do I have to watch you die one by one? I can't do it!"

Faced with Hercules who was so stubborn that he went crazy, the surrounding Argonauts were helpless.

Just when the scene was deadlocked, a figure stepped forward and raised his right hand suddenly.

"Pah!"

A loud slap hit Hercules' face, making the scene fall into a dead silence.

The Argonauts lowered their heads and looked at the short figure who swung the slap in astonishment.

——Jason.

The weakest of the fifty Argonauts dared to slap the strongest Hercules.

"Hercules, have you had enough?"

The once frivolous blond youth now looked up at the mad man who was more than half a head taller than him with a cold face, and cursed unceremoniously:

"The enemy is close at hand, and the mission has not been completed. What are you doing here?

Remember, we are not dying for you, but for victory, for everyone on earth!

And the reason why you are left to the end is not to let you enjoy the good life, but because the most arduous and difficult task is waiting for you!

You are the most powerful hero in the Argonaut Expeditionary Force, and the person who is most likely to end this war in the prophecy!

If you are still a man, put away this nagging look and do what you should do!"

The rapid-fire words fell into Hercules' ears, leaving the nearly three-meter-tall man speechless and lowering his head in shame.

"I..."

"You still don't want to take them away? Do you really want me to look down on you?"

Jason glanced at Hercules and snorted coldly.

Hercules' face was full of blood, and then he gritted his teeth, let go of Telamon in his hand, and roared with almost all his strength.

"Forward!"

The team moved forward, and King Admetus of Thessaly, who was at the end of the team, was slightly stunned when he saw Jason standing there without moving.

"What are you doing?"

"Of course I stayed!"

Jason answered as a matter of course, and then explained with a smile on his face.

"I've been running with you for so long, I'm almost exhausted, just resting here."

Admetus took a serious look at this cousin who has always been unruly, and a smile was also squeezed out on his rough face.

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

As he said, the King of Thessaly raised the half-left round shield in his hand, drew the spare dagger at his waist, and came to Jason's side.

After a while, the vibration of the ground became more and more obvious, and the hideous outlines of the giants and monsters in the darkness could be vaguely seen in the distance.

Jason shrank his neck, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, raised his elbow and poked Admetus beside him, and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, are you scared?"

Admetus looked at his hand oozing with sticky sweat and answered honestly.

"A little..."

Jason couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard it.

"To be honest, my legs are shaking badly now."

"Then why do you want to stay?" Admetus looked at his cousin who was shaking like a sieve with disdain, and a sense of inexplicable superiority rose in his heart.

"Then you dare to slap Hercules?" Telamon on the side also turned his head and added faintly, "I don't dare to do it..."

"Isn't this emotional?" Jason replied angrily, and then swallowed his saliva while pretending to be calm and looked at the monsters and giants swarming in, "Besides, if we don't send him away, how can we have a chance to show our skills."

Admetus and Telamon couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

Feeling that the roar of the earth was almost drowning out the sound of his heartbeat, Jason licked his dry lips and whispered.

"How about we shout a slogan?"

The three looked at each other and took a deep breath at the same time, and the air flow in their chests burst into a high-pitched thunder.

"Glory belongs to the Argo Expeditionary Force!"

The loud shout passed through the cave, through the darkness, and into the ears of Hercules in front, making the eyes of this iron-willed hero gradually moisten.

The remaining Argonauts also clenched their fists.

In the space maze, Prometheus used his body as a torch to illuminate the way forward for them;

In front of the stone steps, Chiron, Caenis, the Spartan twins, Helen, and Atalanta used their bodies as shields to defend them from two high-level giants;

In the corridor, the god of medicine Asclepius used his body to breed poison to stop the snake-footed giant:

Now, the seriously injured Telamon sacrificed himself to stop the pursuers for them, and Jason and Admetus, the two people who feared death the most, took the initiative to embrace death...

It was this staircase made of flesh and blood that paved the way for them to the end.

So, they must not lose!

The heroes took the initiative to sandwich Hercules in the middle, surrounding him and moving forward quickly.

No one was timid, and no one looked back.

And whenever there was a noise behind them, someone would spontaneously slow down and leave the team.

The talented musician Orpheus played his lyre, chanted the sacred words, and crashed into the seven human-shaped kingfishers that were screaming...

The Calydonian prince Meleager waved his spear and shield, laughing as he stopped the beast tide that was professionally matched...

Zetes and Calais, sons of the wind god Boreas, stirred the air around them and led away a large number of giants...

The sound of flesh tearing continued, and the sound of metal clashing came one after another.

Gradually, the roar of humans became sparse, and the screams of monsters became more and more crazy.

Finally, ten minutes later.

Ten towering buildings distributed in a ring in the deep valley underground came into everyone's sight.

Titan Temple, here we are!

Hercules, whose eyes were already bloodshot, jumped up and crashed into the central tower surrounded by ten divine emblems like a cannonball.

"Mortal, don't overstep your authority!"

At the same time, a towering figure rose from the ground and knocked Hercules away from his fall.

The Titan of the Sky-Atlas!

So what? I won't lose!

Hercules saw the figure stationed in front of the Titan Temple, and immediately manifested the Leo Cloth, turned into a golden-red lightning, and rushed straight to the last obstacle.

At this moment, the monsters behind also broke through the interception and rushed to the temple like a tide.

Medea took a deep breath, sprinkled the Piton Fang in her hand, summoned several Dragon Fang soldiers, and ordered solemnly.

"Everyone, follow me to build a defense line on the spot. As long as there is a breath, we must not let them move forward!"

The few remaining figures supported each other and stepped forward, standing in each gap, and burst into a shout like thousands of troops.

"Glory belongs to the Argo Expeditionary Force!"