The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Even in their dreams, the most famous Greek heroes could not resist the siren's song.

Each of the siren maidens wore a bright and alluring smile, tears streaming down their faces, awaiting their prey's capture.

The first mortals to descend had died, staining the surrounding sea red, but the remaining people, seemingly unaware, slowly approached, ever closer, in their sleep…

The sirens, of course, were most interested in the man in the crowd, "Xercyrus," who carried thorns and whose beauty would captivate even the gods.

Even the siren was astonished and even felt ashamed when she saw the hero's appearance.

After feeling ashamed, there is a strong possessiveness and a desire to suppress that pure beauty and corrupt it.

We must have him! We must beat him to his knees and bring him to our lair...

The sirens cried out in their hearts, while Xue's speed on the reef seemed to be even faster than that of the other heroes.

100 meters...

50 meters...

20 meters...

At this point, Xue Luding stopped, ignoring the sea monsters' flamboyant poses. He drew his short blade, slashed his palm, and dripped bright red blood. To the sea monsters' bewilderment, Xue Luding suddenly swung his hand, spitting out the blood.

Under the moonlight, his pupils were as cold as ice, and the sirens could only hear the deathly silence from his mouth.

"Cursed Blood, Burial on the Other Shore!"

The blood droplets that were flung out instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist. The moment the blood mist touched the sea monsters, it was as if boiling water had been poured into a scalding oil pan.

A scream that seemed to pierce eardrums rang out, making even heroes feel dizzy and as if their eardrums were about to rupture.

They were still dreaming, dreaming that they were returning home in glory, with countless extremely beautiful girls coming to greet them and clinging to them.

But in the blink of an eye, when they woke up, they found themselves on the reef, with most of their bodies submerged in the water. There was no longer any beautiful girl in front of them, only a group of hordes of sea monsters that were now in the blood mist, extremely ugly and ferocious, with festering skin!

"Xerides!" Hector, who had regained consciousness, rushed to Xue Dinglu's side in an instant. He saw that Xue Dinglu's injuries had healed, but he seemed extremely weak and was panting heavily.

"I'll kill you!" The ferocious siren lunged forward, her body covered in festering sores, but Hector smashed her skull with a single blow. His spear gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and he roared behind him, "You brat, take the hero Xercyrus and get out of here!"

"Alright!" Achilles didn't argue. He used his spear to knock away an attacking sea monster, then immediately picked up Xue Luding, who was not in good condition, and ran towards the Sky Thunder.

The awakened heroes swarmed forward, and the sirens could only rely on illusions and allure. When the illusions shattered, they were powerless against the renowned heroes of Greece.

Moreover, at this moment, their bodies were already stained with the blood of the curse, as well as the suffering and torment brought about by countless Greeks.

Chapter 58 Having seen the Heavenly Father, why not worship?

Xue Dinglu was never under the influence of illusions from beginning to end. Birdman A gave him extremely strong resistance in this regard. He was only awakened by the shock of the Tianting ship hitting the reef.

That's why he directly used the cursed blood to break the siren's illusion.

“Hero Sildenas, you are in poor health now. Leave the rest of the battle to us.” After settling Sildenas in, Achilles brandished his spear, ready to rejoin the fight.

However, his arm accidentally touched the purple thorns, and the next moment pain swept through his mind. Even though Achilles was immortal, he was still not completely immune to the pain caused by the plants from the underworld. Even the pain, which was reduced to less than one-tenth, almost made him scream.

Just as the pain was about to overwhelm his reason, a finger touched his forehead, and the pain vanished instantly. The exhilarating feeling of his strength returning to its peak stunned Achilles.

"Go on, the battle outside is waiting for you, the future hero of Greece," Xue Dinglu replied with a smile to Achilles, giving him a thumbs up.

Achilles had many questions he wanted to ask. He gripped his spear tightly, desperately wanting to know how you could laugh while enduring such pain, and even save them all at that critical moment.

But he held back, raised his spear and shield, bit his lip, and jumped off the Sky Thunder.

The battle continued until dawn. As the sun rose, the last siren was pierced by Achilles' spear, and its blood stained the reef.

There are sirens, boatmen, and some heroes.

Before Xue's Law broke the illusion, some heroes were the first to fall into the trap and were killed by the siren. Their corpses were so badly mangled that they were no longer recognizable as human.

However, when they actually fought the sirens later, none of the heroes died; at most, they were injured.

After this, only 21 of the original 27 heroes remained. The mangled corpses were packed up, and Hector said he would bury them at the foot of Mount Olympus, which would also be the end of their journey.

“Let’s go, old man, Olympus is just ahead,” Achilles said to Hector. From here, they could already see Mount Olympus in the distance, the most sacred place in all of Greece.

“I’m only ten years older than you, kid, don’t call me uncle.” Hector said fiercely. He collected the remains of his close friends. He didn’t know how many more people would die along the way, but at this moment, he looked at Mount Olympus.

The wounded soldier received treatment from Xue Luding, and his injuries were completely healed in an instant, restoring his fighting ability. After this treatment, Xue Luding's body seemed unable to hold on, and he could no longer even stand or walk.

Fortunately, we've arrived.

Some of the heroes volunteered to become boatmen and continued their voyage northwest.

Departure, Olympus.

The Tian Ting docked on the beach, and they hastily buried their comrades' bodies under the trees by the sea.

Here, the grass is lush and green, and sacred peaks stand before all. This is Olympus, the abode of the gods.

Unlike other Greek city-states, this place was filled with plague, war, famine, and death. The nymphs seemed to be guiding the heroes, leading them to the sacred mountain to meet Zeus, the Father of the Gods.

"Are these the most famous heroes in all of Greece?"

"What's wrong? Are you interested?"

"No, I'm just wondering why they're staring at the Holy Mountain like they're in a daze."

"Perhaps they were just intimidated by the grandeur of the sacred mountain."

Whispers of other fairies drifted from the nearby woods, and the heroes' hands trembled as they gripped their spears.

I don't know if it's fear or excitement.

"Let's go," Xue Dinglu said calmly.

But at this moment, he found it extremely difficult to even stand, as if he had no strength left in his body, like an old man on his deathbed. His sickly and beautiful appearance caused the surrounding nymph fairies to forget to breathe.

"Let me help you." Kark went up and supported Xue Dinglu, who was already unsteady on his feet, and even gave the nymph fairies a provocative look.

Afterwards, the heroes' faces were filled with tension. Even though they had come all the way here with great difficulty, the fear ingrained in the Greeks was unavoidable as they were about to climb the mountain.

Can we win?

Even the most renowned heroes, when faced with impending death and their inevitable end, still feel fear and tremble before the high and mighty Zeus, the Father of the Gods.

Seeing their behavior, Xue Dinglu offered words of comfort.

"Gentlemen, ahead of us lies Olympus, but behind us lies all of Greece," Xue Dinglu said with a pained smile, "for the homeland we can never return to."

A hometown I can never return to?

Even knowing that this was just Xue's morale-boosting rhetoric, all the heroes gripped their spears tightly and then smiled with relief.

Yes, they can't go back anymore; they've already arrived here.

No longer fearful, no longer confused, all they could do today was to go to the holy mountain.

If he failed, Greece would be destroyed, and his homeland would be destroyed as well. If he succeeded, his final testament might be sent to his homeland, which he could never return to.

A hero is not someone who is unafraid of fear, but someone who, after facing fear, pain, and confusion, can still raise their weapon and unleash even greater courage.

Therefore, war!

We will walk this path of certain death together.

Everyone is like an erupting volcano, but they endure, accumulate, and wait for the moment of eruption.

Heading north, through fields of flowers, through dense forests, and across lava fields, they finally arrived at the main temple of Olympus.

A forest of gods stood amidst a profusion of flowers, their condescending gazes constantly scrutinizing these heroes.

On the main seat, an old man with a white beard lay half-naked, his marble-like muscles exposed to the eyes of all men and gods. His pupils seemed to hold the power of supreme thunder, majestic and sacred.

What put even more pressure on all the heroes was the faintly visible halo forming behind him.

It was as if the weight of the entire world was gathered on that giant halo.

This is Zeus, who has completed six of the seven chapters of the world's destruction!

He rose from his throne, his terrifying aura silencing the gods. He opened his arms and looked at the group of heroes, especially the handsome young man at the head of them.

At the banquet a month ago, the handsome young man's appearance amazed all the gods, and even the three goddesses who were vying for the golden apple were drawn to him and willing to hand it over to him.

A month later, he came to apologize, carrying thorns on his back, and arrived as promised despite being covered in wounds.

Zeus was very fond of him, both in appearance and character, and this incident can be considered a beautiful story of someone who had gone astray and returned to the right path.

In the new world, the spread of such beautiful stories is more conducive to the creation of God's kingdom.

The true divine kingdom that belongs to the one God Zeus!

"Now that you have seen the Father, why do you not worship?" Zeus asked, looking at the group of heroes.

Chapter 59: Launch a magnificent betrayal against the God King's second brother!

The witch Circe was not allowed to participate in this epic of the gods; she could only wait outside.

Zeus seemed to have satisfied his vanity only after the heroes paid their respects.

"Hero Sydileus, you spoke disrespectfully and provoked the gods at the wedding of the sea goddess, but in the days that followed you realized your mistakes, corrected them, and voluntarily offered your forgiveness by carrying thorns on your back and enduring endless suffering to come to Olympus, where you have been absolved of your sins."

Zeus solemnly proclaimed his sacred word, stretched out his hand, and said, "I hereby appoint you as the messenger of the Olympians, and name you 'Tyrael,' to lead me among men and uphold our glory. If you will, come forward and kiss the back of my hand."

When Zeus finished speaking, the heroes tensed up, and about half of the gods also became nervous, all looking at Xue Dinglu.

Xue Dinglu did not speak, but moved his body with difficulty, like an old man on his deathbed, climbing the steps little by little, and walking towards Zeus.

The gods did not urge them on, and everyone held their breath.

Thorns from the abyss can cause immense pain, said to be comparable to the deadly venom of the Hydra.

Countless famous gods and heroes have suffered agonizing and grotesque appearances after being poisoned by the Hydra.

This hero was able to carry such thorns for a full seven days, a feat that even the gods admired.

Having climbed only half the steps, Xue Dinglu's body began to contort, his gait became distorted, his legs trembled as if in spasms, and every breath he took felt as if he were emptying his lungs.

"Tick tock..."

Sweat dripped onto the steps.

Some of the more sentimental goddesses had already covered their eyes, tears seemingly welling up in their pupils.

However, that person kept going upwards, step by step.