The Greece Antagonist

Hera saw a Magic Beast, a Magical Pig, charging at the very front, lifting its sharp fangs and aiming straight for the center of his rear, Jason's butthole clamped tight as he wailed in a cry-inflected moan.

"Teammate? Where's my teammate? Save me!"

Suddenly, as if awakening from a dream, Chiron, acting as the teacher, was the first to act, drawing his bow and blowing the head off the Magic Pig leading the charge.

The stench of blood and the scattering of red and white bone fragments rained down, and, as luck would have it, half a pig's head landed snugly in Jason's arms.

Moreover, as a creature of Demon Ancestor Typhon, that thing didn't seem to be dead yet. Regaining a hint of consciousness, it viciously bit at Jason's cheek with its broken jaw.

Hiss~~

Jason, seeing the enlarging half pig's head before his eyes, gasped in shock and hastily threw the thing he'd accidentally caught over his shoulder.

The half pig's head described a beautiful arc in the air, then...

"Aow!"

In the midst of a piercing scream, the leader of the Giant Spirit Clan clutched his other bleeding eye and stomped the half pig's head that was munching on a piece of his facial muscle to smithereens.

"Kill... Kill him!"

The leader of the giant spirits roared in rage and grief, actually forced to use the Divine Monster language, with which he was not very familiar.

What kind of devil's luck is this...

The Divine Blood Heroes watched the dramatic scene unfold, caught between tears and laughter.

Hearing the command, the Magic Beasts in the corridor became even more brutal, with dozens of Demon Wolves unable to contain their hunting impulses, leaping from the pack and pouncing towards Jason, who was wriggling his butt.

Just as dozens of Demon Wolves were about to land on Jason, a green arrow tore through the air, nailing the leading wolf to the ceiling of the Underground Palace and then exploding into hundreds of green Light Arrows, shooting in all directions.

"Pupupupu!"

In an instant, dozens of Demon Wolves, unable to dodge, were bombarded into mincemeat by the dense rain of green Light Arrows.

With the blood raining down like a downpour and the constant falling of Light Arrows and Gravel, Jason, like a scared rabbit, ran and shrieked with his Round Shield overhead.

"What's falling down? Ah, no, wait a second... Wait! Shoot behind me, don't shoot me, I'm your teammate! I'm going to die!"

In full view of everyone, the lean, blond youth held his shield in one hand and hopped and skipped amidst the dense rain of arrows and the raining chunks of bodies, but miraculously dodged everything that was about to land on him, tumbling and scrambling to the entrance of the corridor.

In contrast, the Magic Beasts that were biting at his heels suffered much more, with two-thirds nailed to the ground, and half of the seven or eight giant spirits in charge of herding the beasts shot into porcupines.

"Whew! That scared me to death; you're trying to murder me! I almost didn't make it back..."

The panting golden-haired youth, having narrowly escaped his teammates' pursuit, leaned over and gasped for breath, clearly relieved to survive the ordeal, and complained gloomily about his teammates who seemed keen on finishing him off.

Chiron looked at his newly accepted disciple and fell silent.

By his own power alone, he had not only blinded a leader of the Giant Spirit Clan but also, in concert with his teammates' attacks, nearly annihilated a mixed contingent of the Giant Spirit Clan.

Even more bizarrely, this kid could avoid a barrage of arrows as dense as a waterfall in his blind running, not even grazing his skin, achieving the feat of crossing the battlefield unscathed.

Was this some probability closer to that of making Hercules go solo?

If I didn't know you were the weakest of the fifty chosen Argo Heroes, with Divine Blood from Sea God Poseidon and Wind God Aelous, I might think you were an illegitimate child of Luck Goddess Tyche.

Chiron glanced at the strongest, Hercules, and then at the trembling weakest, Jason, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

After a brief silence, he stepped forward, patted Jason on the shoulder, and said helplessly,

"Why did you run all over? Didn't I gesture to you to stay by the wall and hold up your shield? With Atalanta's aim, she couldn't possibly hit you."

"Teacher, you make it sound so easy. What if she missed? I only have one life!"

Jason complained with a long face, while apprehensively glancing at the blood-soaked corridor. He carefully moved behind his teacher, Chiron, muttering nervously.

"Chiron, ever since we entered this Underground Palace, I feel like someone is out to get me!

Especially those tigresses, they're looking at me with such malice, like they're ready to butcher me at any moment.

No, no, walking in front of them is too dangerous; it's safer to follow you."

Looking at his disciple sneakily hiding behind him, Chiron somewhat regretted his decision.

He should not have given in to the kid's persistent pleas to take him as a disciple.

After teaching him for so long, his strength had hardly increased, but his tenacity and fear of death had been growing by the day.

Seeing Jason creep around to the back with a vulgar face, the Spellcasters couldn't help but grumble their dissatisfaction.

"Man, can't you act a bit more like a warrior? Are you protecting us, or are we protecting you?"

"Cough cough, I'll cover the rear, I'll cover the rear."

Jason, with his Round Shield in hand, popped his head out shyly and awkwardly stood in line with the warriors.

Only, he was actually among the Divine Blood Guard of Thessaly.

Dude, the fight hasn't even started yet; what rear are you going to cover!