Chapter 404 Glory belongs to the Argo Expeditionary Force!
“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”
Dull explosions continued to be heard from behind, and the successive collapse of 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 attack the Titan Temple, sensed that several familiar auras had disappeared. He paused, and then rushed towards the monster that appeared in the corridor with bloodshot eyes.
"Come on, you bastard from the underground!!!"
The nameless axe sword in Hercules' hand swung like a hurricane, and the monsters and giants blocking the way were instantly smashed into meat paste.
At the same time, the divine blood in the body of this future Hercules was almost boiling, and sticky blood mist gushed out from his pores, forming a real scarlet flame on his body surface, 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 surging divinity and magic power continued to pour out from everywhere. The remaining Argonauts followed closely behind Hercules, using their flesh and blood to withstand the pressure from all directions.
Their mission is to escort Hercules safely to the Temple of Titan at all costs within one hour!
However, not every Argonaut has the strength of Hercules to defeat a thousand enemies alone.
With the departure of powerful God-Blood heroes such as Chiron and the Spartan Twins, as well as a long war of attrition, the remaining Argonauts gradually found themselves unable to cope with the crises 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 hunting groups by monsters and torn to pieces.
On the long steps paved with blood and lives, the expeditionary force advanced towards its goal with difficulty and determination.
At the same time, in an ancient temple in the mountains.
The stars in the sky are looming in the dome, and the hanging starlight is intertwined like silk threads, reflecting three figures standing side by side on the high platform.
They held a spindle, a ruler and scissors respectively, and lowered their deep and indifferent eyes, staring at the golden scale that appeared in the hall.
On one end of the scale is a star of lightning that is brighter than the sun and the moon, while on the other end is a faint and dim cluster of stars.
In comparison, the former far exceeds the latter in terms of both quality and brilliance.
Therefore, the golden balance tilted deeply toward one end of the Thunder Star.
But this result is not the final result.
Because a dynamic change is constantly pushing the scale of the balance to shift.
"Buzz~~"
With an obscure sound, several dim stars fell from the sea of stars on the dome of the temple, landed on one end of the scale, and merged into the star cluster on the tray, bringing a hint of light, heat and weight.
But the star cluster is too faint and dim, and the stars are too small and dim.
Even if stars as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River fell towards that star cluster, it would still be impossible to completely correct the deflected needle of the scale.
Finally, the beautiful figure in front of the scale 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, standing under the high platform, looked at the star cluster on the other side of the scale where thousands of stars had gathered. She could no longer bear it and looked up angrily.
"How much more sacrifices will you have to make before you are willing to come forward to stop this natural disaster?"
"Until [Destiny] changes..."
"The constant has changed..."
"【Order】Change..."
The three goddesses of fate answered one after another, like cold machines, without any emotional fluctuations.
Themis' clenched fists creaked as she asked back in a cold voice.
"So, you're going to sit back and watch the lives of millions of people around the world suffer for a seat on Mount Olympus?"
"Are the day and night of equal length? Do whales and ants weigh the same? Do gods and humans live the same age? Do the stars shine the same as the sun and moon? Everything cannot be generalized. They have their own order and importance in the long river of fate. All we do is to maintain the world's [order] and [destiny]."
The three goddesses of fate answered leisurely, then looked at the golden scale that was still tilted towards the lightning star, and closed their eyes indifferently.
"It seems that this is a meaningless argument. Please go away."
"Walk?"
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 take action, but in the end she only got an opportunity.
——Since this is a war taking place on the human level, let's see if the "destiny" carried by the human sacrifices can shake the "weight" held by Zeus.
The final result is self-evident.
In this era, human life is as insignificant as grass.
As a god and lobbyist, Themis could certainly choose to leave.
But she had promised that man that she would bring dawn to this world that had fallen into the long night.
"Might is destiny, and the lives of the weak are insignificant. So this is the world in your eyes..."
Themis gazed at the three goddesses of fate on the platform, pondering each word.
“It’s reasonable, but it’s not fair.”
"What gives you this illusion, Themis? This world is never fair, and neither is fate!"
"Because we don't have it, we have to fight for it!"
The goddess of justice answered generously, and couldn't help but think of the judicial miracle that a certain little guy had personally created 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 astonished gazes of the three goddesses of fate, Themis raised her hand and pierced her chest, took out the golden godhead that shone like a star core, raised her pale face, and declared solemnly.
"As you said, the world began with God! Power began with God!"
"So... sacrifice should also start with God!"
"For the sacrifices of the gods, let [Justice] come first!"
A perfect parabola fell, accompanied by a crisp "ding-dong" sound, and the golden scales in the Temple of Destiny shook violently.
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At the same time, on the battlefield of Thessaly, in the underground maze.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the brutal fighting continued.
What's worse, the giants and monsters from the rear broke through numerous obstacles and quickly approached the remnants of the expeditionary force.
Hearing the rustling sound of climbing and the dull roar like thunder getting 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, grabbed Prince Calydon who wanted to leave the team, and roared with red eyes.
"No one is allowed to stay, let's go together!"
"Hercules, there's no time!"
Telamon gave earnest advice and at the same time tried hard to break free from Hercules.
Hercules grabbed the other's collar and refused to let go, his bloodshot face showing an almost distorted expression.
"If I say no, then it's no!"
"If we delay any longer, the mission won't be completed and we'll all die!"
Another good friend, King Admetus of Thessaly, stepped forward and tried to calm Hercules, whose emotions were somewhat out of control.
However, after experiencing a series of deaths and injuries, Hercules' emotions, which had been suppressed to the extreme, completely erupted at this moment.
"So what? Am I going to watch you all die one by one? I can't do that!"
Faced with Hercules who was so stubborn that he went crazy, the surrounding Argonauts were helpless.
Just when the situation reached a stalemate, a figure stepped forward and suddenly raised his right hand.
“Bang!”
A loud slap hit Hercules' face, and the scene fell into deathly silence.
The Argonauts all lowered their heads and looked in astonishment at the short figure who had slapped them.
——Jason.
The weakest of the fifty Argonauts dared to slap Hercules, the strongest.
"Hercules, have you had enough of the fuss?"
The once frivolous blond young man now had a cold face. He looked up at the mad man in front of him who was much taller than him, and cursed him without any hesitation:
"The enemy is within reach and the mission is not yet completed, what are you doing here?
Remember, we are not dying for you, but for victory, for everyone on earth!
The reason why you are left until the end is not to let you enjoy yourself, but because the most arduous and difficult task is waiting for you!
You are the most powerful hero in the Argo Expedition, and the one most likely to end this war as predicted!
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……"
"Why don't you take them away? Do you really want me to look down on you?"
Jason glanced at Hercules and snorted coldly with a straight face.
Hercules' face was filled with anger, and then he gritted his teeth, let go of Telamon, and roared at the top of his lungs 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 guys for so long, I'm almost dead tired, so I just want to rest here."
Admetus took a serious look at this cousin who was always unruly, and forced a smile on his rough face.
"Okay, I'll go with you!"
As he spoke, the King of Thessaly raised the half-broken round shield in his hand, drew the spare dagger from his waist, and came to Jason's side.
After a while, the shaking of the ground became more and more obvious, and in the distance, the hideous outlines of giants and monsters could be vaguely seen in the darkness.
Jason shrank his neck, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, raised his elbow and poked Admetus beside him, asking in a low voice.
"Hey, are you scared?"
Admetus glanced at his hands, which were covered in sticky sweat, and answered honestly.
“A little bit…”
Upon hearing this, Jason couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"To be honest, my legs are shaking badly right now."
"Then why do you want to stay?" Admetus looked at his cousin with disdain, his body almost shaking like a sieve, and a sense of inexplicable superiority rose in his heart.
"Then you dare to slap Hercules?" Telamon turned his head and added faintly, "I don't dare to do it..."
"Isn't this just because I'm angry?" Jason replied angrily. He then swallowed his saliva and pretended to be calm as he looked at the monsters and giants swarming over. "Besides, if we don't send him away, we won't have a chance to show off."
Admetus and Telamon couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.
Feeling that the roar of the earth was about to drown out the sound of his own heartbeat, Jason licked his dry lips and suggested in a low voice.
"How about we shout a slogan?"
The three of them looked at each other and took a deep breath at the same time. The surging air in their chests then burst into a loud thunder.
"Glory to the Argo Expeditionary Force!"
The loud shout passed through the cave, through the darkness, and reached the ears of Hercules in front, making the eyes of this iron-willed hero gradually moist.
The remaining Argonauts couldn't help but clench their fists.
In the maze of space, Prometheus used his body as a torch to light the way for them;
In front of the stone steps, Chiron, Katniss, the Spartan twins, Helen, and Atalanta used their bodies as shields to defend them against the two high-level giants;
In the corridor, the god of medicine Asclepius used his body to generate poison to stop the giant snake-footed giant:
Now, the seriously injured Telamon sacrificed himself to stop the pursuers for them. Jason and Admetus, the two people who feared death the most, took the initiative to embrace death...
It was this ladder made of flesh and blood that paved the way for them to reach their destination.
Therefore, they must not lose!
The heroes took the initiative to sandwich Hercules in the center, surrounding him and moving forward quickly.
No one was afraid, no one looked back.
Whenever there was noise behind them, someone would spontaneously slow down and leave the team.
The talented musician Orpheus played his lyre, chanted sacred words, and crashed into the seven human-shaped kingfishers that were screaming...
Calydonian prince Meleager brandished his spear and shield, laughing as he stopped the beast tide that was specially trained for him...
Zetes and Calais, sons of the wind god Boreas, stirred up the air currents around them and led away a large number of giants...
The sounds of flesh being torn apart and metal clashing against each other continued.
Gradually, the roars of humans became less frequent, and the screams of monsters became more and more frenzied.
Finally, ten minutes later.
Ten towering buildings arranged in a circle in the deep underground valley came into view.
Titan Temple, here we are!
Hercules, with bloodshot eyes, leaped forward and crashed into the central tower surrounded by ten divine emblems like a cannonball.
"Mortals, stop overstepping your authority!"
At the same time, a towering figure rose from the ground and knocked the falling Hercules away.
The Titan Atlas!
So what? I won't lose!
Hercules saw clearly the figure stationed in front of the Titan Temple, and immediately manifested the Leo Cloth, transformed into a golden-red lightning, and rushed straight towards the last obstacle.
At this moment, the monsters behind also broke through the interception and rushed towards the temple like a tide.
Medea took a deep breath, sprinkled the Piton Fang in her hand, summoned several Dragon Fang soldiers, and gave solemn orders.
"Everyone, follow me and build a defense line here. As long as we are still alive, we must not let them move forward!"
The few remaining figures supported each other and stepped forward, standing in various gaps, with shouts like those of thousands of troops bursting out from their chests.
"Glory to the Argo Expeditionary Force!"
(End of this chapter)
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