The world-devouring dragon

Medea looked at her dead brother. The poor man tried to bring his sister back, but was killed by his sister.

Her bright eyes seemed a little unbelievable. Her outstretched hands grasped in vain, as if she wanted to grab her sister. There were words in her lips that were about to open.

"Sister, why?"

This sentence was never said after all, because he was dead and his soul returned to the underworld. The dead body fell on the sea and rose and fell with the waves. Medea looked at her brother's body with a dim look in her eyes.

At this time, Jason behind her gently hugged the princess and whispered in her ear.

"Medea, I'm here."

Jason could feel that Medea in his arms was trembling. She was in pain, and she was in pain because she helped kill her brother.

Medea looked up in confusion, staring at Jason, her lips moving slightly.

"Jason, now... I really only have you left."

She gave up her princess status, disobeyed her father, killed her brother, and gave the Golden Fleece, which the kingdom had treasured for generations, to her lover.

Now, she really has nowhere to go and nothing except Jason.

The Greek prince grabbed Medea's hand and promised her softly.

"Don't worry, I will accompany you, Medea."

Medea did not answer, but stared at him intently, her purple eyes staring at the prince from a foreign land.

She asked.

"Really?"

At this time, Jason said firmly.

"Believe me! I will take back my throne and bring you happiness."

He believed that as long as he took back his throne, he would be able to give Medea and himself an ideal and beautiful ending.

The Golden Fleece was already in hand, and with the blessing of great prestige, he did not believe that his uncle would dare to occupy the throne. Even if he really dared, as long as his friends on the ship were willing to help him, he could still take back the kingdom.

Medea looked at him, her beautiful purple eyes seemed to know a lot, but she finally nestled gently in Jason's arms and whispered.

"Well, I believe you."

Like any fairy tale, the brave prince went through a long adventure, seized the treasure, married the princess, and lived a happy life together.

However, in a place that the two could not see, the three terrifying and ugly goddesses of vengeance were watching. The sin of killing blood relatives must be repaid.

The three goddesses of vengeance screamed and flapped their wings away, and cast a divine curse on the two before leaving.

…

As the great hero cut through the thorns, he also met his next target.

It was a huge wild boar on Mount Erymanthos, just like the monster released by Artemis in Calydon, which was also the plaything of the hunting goddess.

The goddess who likes killing and playing never mind releasing disasters to the world.

According to the agreement, the great hero must complete ten great deeds to wash away the sin of going crazy and killing his wife. And this huge wild boar is the fourth target of the great hero after the Nemean Lion, the Hydra, and the Golden Deer.

For the hero, if he failed to kill the Calydonian boar, then it would be okay to use this wild boar that was also released by Artemis.

However, just when the hero found the rampant wild boar in the forest, the cold queen who was waiting in the sky finally captured her prey.

Just when the hero was about to tie up the huge wild boar, the queen in the sky appeared again in her chariot.

In the sky, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky, lightning and thunder, as if the god Zeus was about to come, but it was not Zeus who came, but the queen of hunting.

Pulling the bow and arrow, the golden arrow turned into a stream of light and shot out.

"Ka!"

The golden arrow hit the lion skin on the hero's body, and the arrow of the god failed to penetrate the invulnerable lion skin.

The hero looked up and saw the hunting queen galloping in the air in her chariot, looking down at herself from a high place, as if looking at the prey caught in a trap.

"Bastard! Lower your head!"

The goddess shouted angrily.

The mortals on earth were not worthy of looking directly at the face of the gods, especially this arrogant mortal who had humiliated him.

The hero had lost his awe of the goddess, only impatience. He raised his head, not afraid of the goddess's power at all.

"Artemis, if you don't want to be humiliated by me on the ground again, leave!"

The goddess' beautiful almond eyes were wide open, and her breathing was unstable.

For the goddess, the time when she was humiliated by Hercules was the worst time in her life.

So the goddess rushed towards Hercules again.

The battle between gods and demigods was earth-shaking. In comparison, the ferocious giant wild boar was just a docile little sheep.

The goddess shot her golden arrow at the demigod, and the demigod hero lowered his head, and the golden arrow was blocked by the lion skin on his body. After several arrows were ineffective, the goddess changed to her spear to compete with the hero.

The first thrust was blocked by the shield in the great hero's hand, but the sturdy shield was shattered.

The second thrust was blocked by the great hero's wooden stick, and the wooden stick that the great hero had used for many years was knocked away.

The goddess wanted to stab a third time, but the hero's counterattack also arrived. The power of this demigod was immeasurable. With one punch, he knocked the majestic goddess away.

Without waiting for the goddess to react, just like the scene before, the demigod dragged the goddess to the ground without mercy, stepped on her, and punched her again.

Then he grabbed the goddess's slender neck and scolded her harshly.

"Stinky bitch, dare you call me a bastard again!"

This can no longer be called a fight, it can only be called humiliation.

A trace of panic and fear flashed in the goddess's green pupils, but her innate stubbornness and pride made her unwilling to bow her head in front of this mortal.

She bit her lips with her white teeth, stiffened her neck, and stared at the hero stubbornly.

"You bastard..."

Before she finished speaking, the hero's fist had already rushed to her face, and with just one punch, the goddess's eyes went black and she almost fainted.

Then, the merciless hero slapped the goddess hard, forcibly waking her up, and then asked coldly.

"Say it again."

"Bastard..."

Then another punch.

This repeated several times, and each time the goddess would forcefully talk back, but in return she only received a merciless punch. Until the hero questioned again, the stubborn goddess finally couldn't say anything.

There was a deep fear in her emerald green pupils, with a little mist in her eyes, and her body was still trembling slightly. At this moment, the goddess looked like a weak and powerless woman, and her previous arrogance was completely gone.

The goddess was afraid, she was afraid of the hero.

The hero stared into her eyes with a cold face.

"Are you convinced?"

The goddess nodded in fear. This was not a mortal, but a monster in mortal skin. How could a mortal do these things?

Even the snake on the shoulder was a little surprised by this scene.

Zeus, your daughter was beaten like this, do you really not care?

If the snake remembered correctly, this hunting goddess was still very favored by Zeus. But at this moment, he was probably just watching, but did nothing.

What are you thinking about?

After confirming again and again, the hero gently loosened his hand and let go of the goddess. His actions were cautious. After all, the other side was a goddess, and it was hard to say whether she had any other tricks.

But he was obviously overthinking. When the goddess regained her freedom, she got back on the chariot without looking back, and drove the chariot away into the sky.

The dark clouds dispersed, and everything returned to the sunshine.

The hero stared at the back of the goddess, and after confirming that the other party was really scared by him and dared not to come back, he tied up the huge wild boar.

Strangely enough, since he knocked down the hunting goddess that time, in the following days, the hero felt that his hunting became extremely easy. Prey was easy to find, and even arrows were as he wished, hitting the target every time, and there were no mistakes.

So after shooting the prey again, the hero looked at the dead prey, thinking, and suddenly said to himself.

"God... will also be afraid of the strong?"

On his shoulder, the snake nodded slightly, as if it had understood Zeus's thoughts.

Will gods be afraid of the strong?

In a sense, yes.

God is a symbol of a certain law. When Hercules completely defeated the goddess of hunting, [hunting] had already succumbed to the hero. From then on, anything related to hunting was no longer a difficult task for the hero.

Zeus was deliberately cultivating this hero, and he was using the gods as the whetstone of this hero.

When one day, this hero defeated many gods in the world, it meant that everything would succumb to this invincible hero.

At that time, this hero was really qualified to challenge himself.

The snake coiled on the shoulder of this gradually growing enemy, and as long as it wanted, it could strangle this future enemy at any time.

But...

The snake stared at the hero with cold eyes, but did nothing.

...

A few years later, the hero came to a city casually, a city called Athens.

While resting in this city, the hero learned a piece of news.

"Theseus is already the king of Athens?"

He was a little surprised, and heard another piece of news that surprised him even more. Just a year ago, Jason died, and his wife Medea once became the queen of Athens, but was expelled by Theseus who returned from his travels.

Hercules still remembered Jason, the captain of the Argo who seemed to be in high spirits, but after he got off the ship halfway, he didn't know what happened later.

What exactly is going on?

Hercules tried to ask, but there were many rumors and different opinions, so he decided to ask his little fanboy directly.

When he learned that Hercules had arrived, Theseus almost ran out of the palace in excitement.

"Hercules! I finally see you again..."

Unlike the youthful vigor of the past, Theseus has grown some beard on his face, looking more like a king. But the only thing that remains unchanged is his admiration for Hercules.

Under the enthusiastic invitation, Hercules accepted Theseus's banquet, during which the great hero asked about the reason for all this.

Theseus looked hesitant, but in front of his idol, he finally told everything slowly.