The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 481 - 24: I’m Weak, but That Doesn’t Mean You’re Stronger (4.0k)_2
Chapter 481: Chapter 24: I’m Weak, but That Doesn’t Mean You’re Stronger (4.0k)_2
The White Chimera, the Sphinx with the body of a lion and the face of a human, the Hydra, and the Nemean Lion, four top-tier Magic Beasts bestowed with Typhon’s Divinity, entered the fray one after another.
Flames, Cursed Bullets, and venom came raining down, their ferocious onslaught making onlookers’ scalps tingle.
“Goddess Hecate, who stands at the crossroads, the Queen of Hell, the guide for the spirits of the living, I pray to thee with my life force—let the principles of the world, all phenomena, return, trace back, and be reconstructed!”
Medea stood forward, chanting solemnly, and as she finished the last syllable, she swung the Mingyue Scepter forward.
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and walls of stone broke through the soil, encasing everyone within and blocking the flames, Cursed Bullets, and venom from all sides.
“Well done!”
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Atalanta cast an approving glance at her friend’s outstanding performance and then led the Subjugators beside her, using the cover of the magical barrier, to quickly advance toward the Temple.
However, the horde of Magic Beasts on the opposite side clearly wouldn’t give them the opportunity so easily.
The Nemean Lion roared as it charged out, using its steel-like flesh and bones to smash through the stone wall.
Facing such a brute physical attack, Medea’s magical Defensive Charms were somewhat stretched to their limits.
As the fearsome beast was about to break into their ranks, a deep angry shout came from the crowd.
“Let me handle this!”
Along with a rough and robust voice, a figure as burly as a bear whooshed forward, the deep blue Divine Power of the ocean conjuring wave-like surges in every direction, and his muscle-bound right arm landed a heavy blow on the skull of the Nemean Lion.
In an instant, the brown and yellow lion, which had been sprinting forward, was sent flying like it was hit by a speeding chariot, cast dozens of meters away and crashing into the Magic Beast horde, squashing several unlucky magic wolves into a pulp.
But soon, the thick-skinned beast got up from the ground, growling angrily, leading a large pack of Magic Beasts toward the gap it had previously created.
Polymnus, standing firm like a bronze wall at the breach, grabbed the wine flask at his waist, took a hefty gulp, and turned around with a hearty laugh.
“Brothers of the Dionysian Sect, is your alcohol tolerance and courage still intact?”
“Cheers!”
Echoing responses came from dozens of voices, as the followers of the Dionysian Sect took off their flasks and drank deeply.
The sweet grape wine flowed through their throats to every limb, the hazy intoxication dulling their pain, the heat in their bodies pumping their blood and awakening the dormant strength within.
They stood behind Polymnus with staggering yet resolute steps, forming a new wall with their flesh to hold back the Beast Tide’s onslaught.
Even though a brutal battlefield lay before them, the blood-enraged mortals stood fearless and undaunted!
“Move!”
The Twins shouted, waking up their teammates around them, commanding them to continue moving forward.
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As Spartans and Princes trained since childhood in military discipline, they knew what needed to be done and what shouldn’t be at this moment.
On the battlefield, pity and sadness are the most useless emotions. To save their comrades and not let their sacrifices be in vain, they needed to defeat the enemy and destroy the Temple as quickly as possible!
But the Magic Beasts also understood this principle. The White King of Chimeras led dozens of its underlings, bypassing the defensive line of the Dionysian Sect, smashing through the stone walls from the flank, and charging toward the Subjugators’ camp.
“Out of my way!”
Polux, one of the Twins, stepped forward and cleaved his sword at the forehead of the White Chimera, blasting the fearsome beast dozens of meters away.
“Leave these beasts to me. You guys go ahead!”
Polux muttered to his brother and teammates behind him, stepping out of the formation.
Castor, as the older brother, nodded without saying another word, leading the remainder of their team forward.
Even as inseparable brothers, for the ultimate victory of the battle, they had to part ways for the time being.
Watching the team depart, Polux dropped his Bronze Longsword, summoned the Sacred Robe of the Gemini Palace, cracked his knuckles, and walked towards the Chimera herd with a sneer.
Compared to using a sword, he was actually better at using his fists.
It was just that to coordinate with his brother, he rarely showed this skill in front of others.
These beasts would make good practice targets!
Instantly, Polux transformed into a golden streak of light, charging into the horde of Chimeras, creating a fierce maelstrom of blood and gore.
The white King of Chimeras, enraged, immediately turned its body to face this formidable enemy.
While they were locked in fierce battle, the advancing party encountered a new interceptor.
—A massive, several dozen meters tall Hydra with nine heads!
“I’ll take it!”
Atalanta drew her bowstring, decisively stepping out of line.
As a follower of Artemis, she could wield the celestial bow in her hands to harness both aspects of the Goddess of the Hunt’s divinity.
And the aspect of pestilence and death was particularly effective against Magic Beasts endowed with immortality.
Additionally, the mobility of an archer allowed her to effectively avoid close combat and thus evade the poisonous assault of the Hydra.
Therefore, she insisted on taking on this intercept.
Atalanta first shot several arrows at the monster’s forehead, drawing the Hydra’s ire, then she leapt to the side, leading the clearly less intelligent creature away from the path of the advancing team.
Castor, the elder of the Twins, cast a respectful glance at her retreating figure before continuing his march toward the Temple.
In the meantime, Magic Beasts kept charging at them.
And continuously, mages or Divine Blood warriors took upon themselves to intercept and cover the rear.
Finally, after losing more than half of their numbers, Castor led the team of less than a hundred to the entrance of the flesh and bone Temple.
Two sphinxes with double wings on their backs, human faces, and crowns lowly growled as they stood up before the Temple door, ominously looking down at those daring to challenge the divine authority.
Without further ado, Castor stepped forward, leading the remnants of his team to confront the two gatekeeping Magical Creatures.
Under the purposeful cover of the others, Medea, using magic to conceal her presence and figure, sneaked into the Temple.
Upon entering, a thick scent of blood hit her, and in the dark and gloomy space, intertwining crimson corridors stretched in all directions.
As they went deeper, purple-red beast eggs, looking like tubers, were scattered all over the corridors.
Bang!
At the sound of movement, a struggling figure bumped into the purple-red eggshell; its ferocious contour pressured against the membrane, trying to break free.
Soon after, several purple-red Magic Beast eggs sticking to the outer blood vessels fell down.
“Plop! Plop! Plop!”
In a series of bursting bubble sounds, dozens of Magic Beasts, large and small, emerged from the eggs, roaring as they rushed at the intruders who dared to invade the Temple.
Medea, seeing this, frantically waved her hand.
Dragon-tooth soldiers emerged from the ground, brandishing their ossified swords and spears and shields, guarding around their mistress and facing the swarm of oncoming Magic Beasts.
Fortunately, her elder fellow disciple had given her these dragon teeth as backup soldiers before departure; otherwise, it would be perilous for a mage to break into the Temple alone.
Thud, thud, thud—
In the dimly lit Temple, accompanied by hasty footsteps, Medea’s stumbling figure ran awkwardly further into the interior along the entrance.
Behind her, constantly twisting and deforming blood vessels, and Magical Beasts breaking free from their shells, surged from all directions.
The charms behind her were activated one after another, but they only managed to delay the onslaught for a moment.
Boom—
Almost at the same time, a series of mournful thunderbolts struck down from the mist-filled air, forming a sword piercing through heaven and earth, with the majestic presence of Aether.
The dense blood mist dissipated; the invisible sense of dread diminished slightly.
A great opportunity!
Seizing the moment the Temple’s atmosphere was exposed, Medea raised the Sigil of All-Encompassing Destruction in her hand and wildly slashed and scribbled around the Divine Patterns on the walls, finally driving the blade into the mottled Bronze altar.
Instantly, a series of roars came from below, the ground trembled violently, and the entire Temple, made of flesh and stone, seemed as if its pillars had been removed, a stack of building blocks brimming with cracks, ready to collapse.
