The Greece Antagonist

Immediately, she gently touched her chest and murmured in a deep voice:

"Moreover, this is not only a war that belongs to mankind but also belongs to the gods. If resistance is the path chosen by all life on earth, how can we possibly let the weak bear the cost alone?"

"Pfft!"

Under the astonished gaze of The Three Fates, Themis raised her hand to stab into her own chest, extracting a dazzling core of gold divinity like a star. She lifted her pale face and declared solemnly:

"As you say, the world, it begins with the gods! Power, it begins with the gods!"

"So... sacrifice should also begin with the gods!"

"Let the sacrifice of the gods start with [justice] then!"

A perfect parabola fell, accompanied by a "ding-dong" sound of clear collision, the Golden Scales in the Temple of Fate violently shook.

~~

Meanwhile, on the battlefield of Thessaly, in the Underground Maze.

Time ticked by, second by second, and the brutal slaughter continued.

Even worse, Giants and Magic Beasts from the rear broke through numerous obstacles and rapidly closed in on the remnants of the Expeditionary Army.

Hearing the rustling climbing noise and the thunderous roars getting closer and closer, Telamon, as a good friend, wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and resolutely turned around.

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

"Shut up!"

Hercules turned his head, grabbed the Prince of Calydon who wanted to leave the group, and roared with bloodshot eyes,

"No one is allowed to stay behind, we leave together!"

"Hercules, there's no time left!"

Telamon tried to persuade him earnestly, struggling to free himself from Hercules's grasp.

Hercules clenched the other's collar, refusing to let go, his congested face showing an almost twisted expression.

"When I say no, it means no!"

"If we delay any longer, we won't complete the mission and we'll all die!"

King Thessaly Admetos, another good friend, stepped forward to try to calm the slightly out-of-control Hercules.

However, after a series of deaths and injuries, Hercules's suppressed emotions finally erupted.

"So what? Am I supposed to just stand by and watch each of you go to your deaths? I can't do that!"

Facing the stubborn and almost insane Hercules, the surrounding Argo Heroes were at a loss.

Just as the situation became a deadlock, a figure stepped forward quickly and fiercely raised his right hand.

"Slap!"

A loud slap landed on Hercules's face, causing a death-like silence to fall over the scene.

The Argo Heroes bowed their heads in shock and looked towards the small figure who swung the slap.

——Jason.

The weakest of the fifty Argo Heroes dared to slap Hercules, the strongest among them.

"Hercules, have you had enough?"

The once frivolous golden-haired young man now coldly looked up at the raging giant towering over him, and scolded without any courtesy:

"The enemy is at our doorstep, the mission is not yet complete, what are you raging about here? Remember, we're not going to die for you but for victory, for everyone on the surface! And the reason you are left until the end is not for you to enjoy life, but because the most arduous, most difficult tasks are waiting for you! You are the most powerful hero in the Argo Expeditionary Army, the one most likely to end this war according to prophecy! If you're still a man, drop this cowardly act and do what you have to do!"

The barrage of words hit Hercules, leaving the nearly three-meter-tall strongman speechless and ashamedly bowing his head.

"I..."

"Aren't you going to lead them? Do you really want me to look down on you?"

Jason cast a sideway glance at Hercules and snorted coldly with a straight face.

Hercules's face flushed with a rush of blood and then he clenched his teeth tightly, releasing Telamon from his grip, and letting out a roar with almost all his strength.

"Move forward!"

The team moved on, but King Thessaly Admetos, lingering at the rear of the party, saw Jason standing still and couldn't help but pause in surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm staying behind!"

Jason replied as if it were only natural, and then with a grin on his face, he explained.

"Running with you all this time, I'm almost dead on my feet, just right to rest here."

Admetos took a serious look at his normally unconventional cousin and managed, with effort, to coax a smile on his rough face.

"Good, I'll join you!"

Saying this, the King of Thessaly raised the half-remaining round shield in his hand, drew the spare dagger at his waist, and came to stand beside Jason.

Moments later, the trembling of the ground grew increasingly distinct, and the ferocious outlines of giants and Magic Beasts were faintly visible in the darkness.

Jason shrank his neck and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, elbowing Admetos beside him to whisper a question.

"Hey, are you scared?"

Admetos looked at his hand dripping with sticky sweat and honestly replied,

"A bit..."

Hearing this, Jason also let out a sigh of relief.

"I won't lie to you, my legs are shaking badly."

"Then why are you still staying here?" Admetos looked disdainfully at his cousin, who was trembling like a sieve, feeling a strange sense of superiority in his heart.

"And you dare slap Hercules?" Telamon, also overhearing, turned his head and added in a ghostly tone, "I wouldn't dare to strike..."

"It was the heat of the moment," Jason replied sullenly, then while swallowing his saliva, he tried to look steadfastly towards the onrushing Magic Beasts and giants, "Besides, if we didn't send him off, how would we have the chance to shine."

Admetos and Telamon, upon hearing this, couldn't help but laugh helplessly.

Feeling the thunderous roar of the earth almost drowning out the sound of his own heartbeat, Jason licked his somewhat dry lips and whispered a suggestion.

"Shall we shout a slogan?"

The three of them looked at each other and, without needing to agree, took a deep breath. The surging air in their chests then exploded with a thunderous clamor.

"Glory belongs to—the Argo Expeditionary Army!"

Their resounding shout traveled through the cave, pierced the darkness, and reached the ears of Hercules at the forefront, bringing tears to the eyes of this great, iron-boned hero.

The remaining Argo Heroes couldn't help but clench their fists.

In the Space Maze, Prometheus became a torch to light their way;

At the steps, Chiron, Cainis, the Spartan twins, Helen, and Atalanta became shields to fend off two high-tier giants;

In the passageways, Medical God Asclepius turned his body into a poison to block the serpent-footed Giants:

Now, the heavily wounded Telamon was sacrificing himself to block the pursuers, Jason and Admetos, the two who feared death the most, had embraced it...

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

So, they absolutely could not lose!

The heroes spontaneously formed a protective circle around Hercules, escorting him rapidly forward.

No one was cowardly, no one looked back.

And whenever there was noise behind them, someone would naturally slow down and leave the group.

Orpheus, the genius musician, played his Lyre and sang Sacred Words, colliding with the screeching seven avian creatures...

Prince of Calydon, Meleager, brandishing his Spear and Shield, laughed as he blocked the targeted Beast Tide...

The sons of Wind God Boreas, Zethus, and Karaiss, stirred the air around them and led away a large group of giants...

The sound of flesh tearing was continuous, and the clang of gold and iron clashed without end.

Gradually, the roars of humans thinned, and the monsters' screeches grew more wild.

Finally, after ten minutes,

The ten majestic buildings arranged in a circle deep in the underground valley came into everyone's view.

The Titan Temple, at last!

Hercules, his eyes already bloodshot, leaped forward like a cannonball shot from a muzzle, slamming into the central tower surrounded by ten Divine Emblems.

"Mortals, do not overstep!"

Simultaneously, an imposing figure rose from the ground, forcefully knocking Hercules, who was descending.

The Atlas Titan—Atlas!

What of it? I will not lose!

Hercules recognized this figure guarding the front of the Titan Temple, immediately manifested the Lion's Saintly Armor, transformed into a golden-red Thunderbolt, and charged at the final obstacle.

And at this very moment, monsters also broke through the defenses and surged toward the Temple like a flood.

Medea took a deep breath, scattered the Tooth of Python from her hand, summoning several Dragon Tooth Soldiers, and gave a solemn command.

"Everyone, build the defense line right here, and as long as you draw breath, do not let them take a single step forward!"

The few remaining figures supported each other as they moved forward, taking their positions at each gap, their chests erupting with a shout as grand as an army of thousands.

"Glory belongs to—the Argo Expeditionary Army!"