Foolish Brother Odin

Chapter 380 Want to make progress too much

Jason was completely stunned.

That's the son of Zeus, the king of the gods!
Even though Zeus is widely recognized as the father of all children, the fact that Zeus, as the person in question, can disregard divine offspring does not mean that he would allow his enemies to humiliate him or turn a blind eye to the killing of his son.

You heroes from other lands really dare to do this?!
Even at this point, the Argo still did not stop resisting, and the rowers continued to row hard to the cheers of the heroes.

useless.

As Arjuna called out names one by one, those oarsmen who had no protection to begin with were shot down by Arjuna like a string of gourds.

If the Assassins only had Arjuna, Jason would definitely have led his men up to try and overthrow him.

Unfortunately, no, Karna was standing next to Arjuna, wielding a divine spear.

The number of heroes on the Aesir side is simply outrageous.

Besides a large group of famous knights of King Arthur, Merlin led a band of lake fairies, and there were also Slavic figures like Elijah Muromets, a super hero who slew a twelve-headed dragon; as well as Egyptian pharaohs such as Tutankhamun and Ramses…

They want to progress too much.

Coincidentally, Towns publicly abandoned the path to godhood.

They didn't know if this was their last chance, but these guys who somehow sprang from the river of mythical history would definitely seize it.

Jason felt the intense gazes coming from all directions, and he was truly panicked.

"Medea! Can't you do anything, you piece of trash?"

Princess Medea, who had not yet been branded a witch, felt wronged. She tried to rouse herself and said in a cold voice, "Jason, there are several very strong mages on the other side, almost at the god level. I may not be able to take care of you."

Jason was choked and was about to complain when Merlin on the opposite black ship unleashed his ultimate attack without hesitation.

The bright sunshine seemed to vanish suddenly, leaving only a sky interwoven with starlight.

On the side of the black ship, Merlin, dressed in a flamboyant robe of a hundred flowers, slammed his oak staff into the ground, striking the deck with a crisp sound. Immediately afterward, nine rings of lightning appeared in the void above his head, crashing down with the thunder of order.

Medea was not to be outdone. Her robes billowed as her fingers flew, quickly forming hand seals. She not only used complex divine arrays to block the raging lightning waves from the opposite side, but also had the time to slash her own wrist with a snake-shaped dagger. Blood droplets flew out and fell into the array in mid-air.

In the next instant, hundreds of dragon teeth transformed into dragon tooth skeleton soldiers, which then parachuted onto the opposite black ship, intending to physically surround and kill Merlin.

Merlin has been holding back for so many years, and even though Emperor Downs doesn't seem to like him much, that doesn't mean Merlin is a weakling.

Beautiful flowers bloomed at the tip of the mage's staff, their petals falling onto the deck. Instantly, countless vines rose up, shredding the dragon tooth soldiers into bone fragments that vanished with the wind.

The two masters of magic exchanged blows at lightning speed.

The sky roared, the waves surged, and violent elemental reactions filled the airspace, something that ordinary heroes couldn't possibly handle.

At that moment, three black ships rapidly approached, and several extremely strong icy currents poured down from them, freezing the churning seawater completely. Dozens of figures radiating dazzling light slid rapidly down the icefall from the towering superstructures, engaging the Greek heroes aboard the Argo in a fierce battle.

The famous Argo is called a large ship, but that's in comparison to the small fishing boats of the ancient Greeks.

Despite having fifty oars, this single-masted warship was actually an early version of the trireme. The rowers were all on deck. The Argo was considered a high-class ship for its time, and it only had one lower deck for storing food and water.

Ultimately, the Argo was nothing more than a 30-meter-long "big ship." It couldn't compare to the three large ships opposite it, modeled after galleons and covered with iron plates.

The Aesir were already outnumbered, not to mention they were better equipped and quite strong.

Zethes and Karais, sons of the North Wind, were born with wings, and even now they did not forget to fight back. With all four wings flapping, they flew towards Arjuna.

Arjuna glanced at the two men but didn't change his target at all.

Because Gawain and Tristan, two knights under King Arthur who were skilled with bows, had already made their move.

The moment the bowstring snapped and the air broke, it was as if two comets shot out from the bow.

The phantom of Arthur, the god of knights, appeared around the silver-armored knights, and golden divine light surged beneath their feet. Even every strand of hair on their heads was wrapped in divine power.

The cyan-colored, intricately carved longbow emanated a powerful aura, and when the arrow left the bowstring, it tore a bottomless abyss into the sea, with multiple silver halos bursting out of the void along its path.

The two unfortunate men who were shot did not leave behind gruesome corpses, because their bodies began to crystallize in mid-air, and were blown into ashes between the sea and sky by the sea breeze, scattered on the sea surface.

Karna swooped down from the sky and landed on the ship, thrusting his spear forward, the blade piercing Castor's twin brother, Polux. Originally, this fellow possessed immortality because his father was Zeus, but such immortality is only relative.

Just because mortals couldn't kill him doesn't mean Karna, who possessed divine power, couldn't.

As remnants of the Hindu pantheon, he and Arjuna had long since converted to worshiping the god-king Thonsi.

For reasons unknown, Towns accepted their allegiance. Of course, he didn't grant them divine power beyond their caliber. It wasn't exactly a blessing, but it was at least commensurate with their abilities.

That was enough for them.

The successive falls of Argonauts threw Jason into a panic.

Looking around, only Theseus, the Athenian hero famous for defeating the Minotaur, killed an attacking enemy hero. The rest—the prophet Amphiaraus was killed by Tutankhamun; Euphemias died at the hands of Ilya, the Slavic dragon slayer; and Meleagerus was killed by Ramses II.

Jason's gaze was unfocused: "They...they are the most famous heroes in all of Greece..."

They had originally planned to take the Golden Fleece and, in response to Athena's call, go to the smaller worlds to beat up those so-called heroes from the outer realms. Now, instead of going, those heroes have come to their doorstep.

It seems we can now definitively say who the real hero is.

Argonauts, numbering 50, were wiped out in a single encounter.

"what--"

Atalanta, the huntress, gasped. As the only female hero on the ship, she was a powerful figure who had participated in the siege of the Caludon Boar.

Now she was completely overwhelmed by a swordsman who seemed to be invincible and a berserker with a savage style.

Seeing that he could not hold on any longer, Jason cried out, "We surrender!" and chose to be captured.

His surrender became the final straw that broke the spirit of the Argonauts.

(End of this chapter)