A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

He simply stopped resisting the pressure of the pillar of light, and with a slump, he sat down cross-legged on the brightly lit deck.

Since we can't break free from this seal for the time being, we might as well save our energy, wait and see what other tricks Goetia and Medea can pull.

As he sat cross-legged, his left hand remained firmly gripping Medea's slender arm like an iron clamp. With his sitting down, the girl, who had no magic, immediately lost her balance and was dragged to the ground with a "thud." She could only barely support her body with her arm and lay awkwardly beside Wang Chong.

Wang Chong glanced sideways at the young magician who was standing close by. Her brows were furrowed, her smooth forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat, and her jaw was clenched around her lower lip. Clearly, as the core medium of this sacred protective array, she was enduring unimaginable pain.

Moreover, the opponent was inside the formation, and their own magic power was completely sealed, making them as vulnerable as an ordinary person.

"Is it worth enduring such inhuman torture for such a cowardly clown?"

Wang Chong's voice was calm and even, yet it possessed a power that penetrated the heart:

"You know perfectly well that your fate was already sealed. Even if you cooperate with Goetia, the final result will only be the destruction of this world, followed by your own destruction."

"Ugh..." The young Medea let out a suppressed groan, struggling to lift her head. A hint of confusion flashed in her pure eyes, as if she didn't understand why the other party would ask such a question, but she still endured the pain and answered intermittently:

“Because…because I am Medea…the princess of Colchis who deeply loved Lord Jason and was willing to abandon everything and leave her homeland for him…”

"Heh..." Wang Chong let out a cold, mocking laugh. "If those 'you' who were tormented by fate and turned into witches saw you in this self-deceiving state, I wonder what they would think? They would probably scoff at you."

"So what...so what?"

Medea was breathing heavily, each breath causing excruciating pain in her body, and cold sweat slid down her pale cheeks.

"Even... even if those future versions of myself, those fragments of memories filled with resentment and despair, flood my mind like a tidal wave, constantly screaming reminders of my ultimate fate..."

Medea paused, gathering all her strength, a near-obsessive light flashing in her eyes:

"But at this moment, the path I've chosen... is to stay by Lord Jason's side until the very end. If... if tragedy is destined to be unavoidable... then, before it arrives, let's utterly destroy the entire world along with this fate!"

Her voice carried a morbid resolve:

"Thus...my love for Lord Jason...will remain eternal...and Lord Jason's love for me...will also...be the same..."

"What a deformity, what a pathetic self-deception." Wang Chong's words were like a scalpel, precisely and ruthlessly dissecting the carefully constructed bubble of fantasy she had built.

"Heh...hehe..." Medea chuckled softly, with a resigned weariness.

"That was my choice... You don't need to waste your breath trying to sway me... Once this sacred protective array is activated, its operation is beyond my control... After all, its power does not originate from me..."

Medea slowly closed her eyes and said, "Even if you kill me now... you can't reverse the completion of the seal."

"Kill you?" Wang Chong's lips curled into a cruel and cold smile as his gaze swept over Medea's pained face as if examining an interesting toy. "Heh, you've made me suffer such a great loss and pay such a price... If I just kill you, wouldn't that be too easy for you?"

The malice hidden in that smile caused Medea, who had always appeared resilient and even numb, to feel a strong sense of unease for the first time.

Even after witnessing the tragic deaths of numerous heroes and facing Wang Chong's earth-shattering pressure, she had never truly felt fear. But at this moment, this smile made her sense an aura more terrifying than death itself.

Wang Chong leaned slightly closer to the girl, who was trembling slightly with pain and unease, and spoke each word as if proclaiming the cruelest verdict:

Do you know what the cruelest and deepest torment for a person is?

His voice was like that of someone from the deepest abyss, icy and chilling: "That is to make a person, inescapably, relive what is deepest in their soul's fear, what they least want to face—"

"destiny!"

Wang Chong's gaze was fixed firmly on Medea's suddenly contracting pupils, and he declared:

"Medea—I will make you walk that path of destiny, steeped in betrayal and pain, all by yourself!"

"I will transform you, from the innocent Princess Colchis, back into that desperate—"

"'The Betrayal Witch'!"

Chapter 505 Facing the Human Reason Cannon Again

Wang Chong's declaration pierced to the bone like ice, and Medea's mask of mystery and composure finally shattered, revealing a hint of barely concealed panic in her eyes.

She suppressed her turbulent emotions, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "What...does Your Excellency intend to do?"

Wang Chong's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, but his gaze had already shifted away from Medea. His certainty and sense of control were palpable, as if Medea was already his, and there was no need for further words.

"Is that... the God of Healing?"

Just as Wang Chong surveyed the battlefield, a figure caught his attention. A man with a hood and flowing silver hair stood tall on the ravaged deck.

His once fatal wounds were healing at a visible pace through his own power. At this moment, he bent down, showering the healing light upon the Greek heroes who were still alive and scattered in all directions.

With such healing abilities that can bring the dead back to life, his identity is obvious: he is none other than Asclepius, the renowned god of medicine among the fifty heroes.

"Very well, these survivors can serve as whetstones for Xiaolixiang's trial. The men I've assigned are enough to handle them."

Wang Chong instantly formed a plan in his mind.

As for his own power being sealed? Wang Chong was completely unmoved, and even felt a little amused.

Even without the power of destruction, his formidable physique, honed through countless trials during this period, would prevent these so-called heroes from even making a dent in him.

not to mention……

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. Who had told them that he only had the power of ruin as his trump card? Did they think that the Originium power he obtained from another world was just for show? Not to mention the other levels of power he possessed.

Wang Chong quickly examined himself internally. The invading divine energy, like precise chains, firmly imprisoned his etheric magic core and surging destructive power.

However, his unparalleled physical strength, the various auras surrounding him, the amplification of his passive skills, and even his hidden Stand power, Devil Fruit, and Haki were not restricted in the slightest.

“Goetia, although you did indeed cunningly set me up, your intelligence network… is ultimately too outdated!” Wang Chong sneered inwardly, a flash of icy killing intent passing through his eyes. “If your methods are limited to this, then I will take the lead in ending this charade.”

He held his breath, waiting for the blinding beam of light that bound him to dissipate, so that he could begin the script he had carefully crafted.

……

"Ouch... Ouch! Be gentle, be gentle, my old bones can't take this kind of torture!" A slightly hoarse voice complained.

The speaker held a strangely shaped weapon—its hilt was unusually long, resembling neither a gun nor a sword.

He was receiving treatment from the God of Healing, and he was grimacing in dissatisfaction.

"If you don't want to fall apart completely, then stay quiet, Hector." Asclepius, the god of medicine, spoke calmly, yet the healing light emanating from his hands continued unabated. (You...you're busy...you're not available...Lin is busy...)

"Tsk, can't you be a little more patient with older seniors?"

Hector sighed helplessly, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. The figures, pulled back from the brink of death by the God of Healing and gradually gathering around him, weighed heavily on his heart.

"So... these are the only ones left? Theseus, Chiron, Caenis... Oh? Even Castor and Polcus, you two siblings, survived?"

His tone carried a hint of relief at surviving the ordeal, but also an undeniable sadness.

"Hey, you old geezer, stop looking down on me!"

Castor, the older of the twins, clutched his chest. Although the wound had healed, the excruciating pain of being pierced through seemed to still be branded on his nerves, causing him to unconsciously maintain the pressing posture as he walked over with a solemn expression.

"We were just lucky to be in the last row."

Polukles, the younger sister, led a slightly thin boy with delicate and cute features closer and said:

"Too many of our comrades took the hits for us... And your brother Paris, probably because he was small, managed to crouch down and avoid the fatal blow."

"Oh—Paris! You're alive!"

When Hector saw that his brother was safe and sound, his eyes lit up with immense joy, and his tense expression relaxed.

He reached out and ruffled Paris's soft hair, his voice trembling with lingering fear: "That's great... After that attack, I didn't dare look in your direction..."

“The touching reunion can wait,” Theseus interrupted, weapon in hand. He walked steadily forward, his gaze fixed like a hawk on Wang Chong, who sat in the magic circle, his eyes filled with deep, unyielding fear. “The most urgent thing is to figure out how to deal with that guy.”

"Based on my years of experience on the battlefield, my intuition tells me that even if our little princess did use magic to seal his strange and powerful abilities, it doesn't mean he's become a lamb to the slaughter."

Then, he pointed at Wang Chong, his tone extremely solemn, "Look at the way he looks at us... It's scrutiny, it's looking down from above! Even when we're inside the 'seal,' he still looks at us as if we were ants."

"To have such a look in his eyes under these circumstances... either he's an unparalleled conman who can fool my eyes; or... he truly has unimaginable trump cards up his sleeve, enough to make him fearless even in the face of such a desperate situation!" Hector's voice deepened.

“I’m afraid the only one among us who can rival him in strength is Heracles.” At this moment, the voice of the centaur sage Chiron rang out. He joined the discussion with steady steps, his wise gaze sweeping over everyone.

"However, to be honest, deep down I actually hope this visitor from the future can win this battle. Even if he can't win, at least... let him leave this Argo alive..."

Chiron slowly raised his hand, his voice heavy with emotion and earnestness. He surveyed these heroes, who had been or still were renowned throughout Greece, and his words went straight to the heart of the matter:

“We are bound by the shackles of the contract and have no choice but to follow Medea and Jason. But you all know perfectly well what an unjust act we are doing right now!”

Chiron's words were like a boulder thrown into stagnant water; the heroes present fell silent, no one refuted him, only the lingering smell of burnt blood on the deck silently permeated the air.

“Now, Jason is in a state of chaos, and Medea is sealed, temporarily losing absolute control over our spirit origins. This is the perfect opportunity for us to act in secret.”

Chiron lowered his voice, making sure only the nearby heroes could hear him:

"In the battle to come, if that man's power is indeed completely sealed away, leaving him unable to resist..."

He then whispered his plan to the crowd in a softer, faster voice.

However, this deliberately lowered voice clearly reached Wang Chong's ears, which were far superior to those of ordinary people. A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in his eyes; Chiron's plan actually coincided somewhat with the strategy he was about to implement.

“Interesting…” Wang Chong narrowed his eyes slightly, re-examining Chiron, the heroic teacher in Greek mythology who had taught countless heroes and possessed divine wisdom. “Did he see through my intentions… or is he merely acting out of goodwill and wanting to spare my life?”

"Buzz—!!!"

In that split second of thought, the massive pillar of light imprisoning Wang Chong suddenly emitted a deafening shriek! The terrifying buzzing instantly shattered the brief silence, drawing the attention of everyone on the deck!

"【Bard's Blessing】!!"

Almost simultaneously, Wang Chong's mental network covering the entire area sounded the sharpest alarm! Without the slightest hesitation, the power within Wang Chong that did not belong to the ether and ruin instantly activated, and a dazzling golden light instantly covered his entire body, forming an absolute defense!

At the same time, he suddenly swung his arm, and a gentle force precisely and swiftly pushed Medea away from her original position!

Boom! ...

The instant Medea was pushed away, the destructive energy accumulated in the pillar of light, like a hammer of divine punishment, crashed down! Its target was Wang Chong!

The Argo's sturdy deck was as fragile as paper in the face of this overwhelming pressure, cracking and collapsing inch by inch in an instant! Wang Chong's figure, along with the shattered wood chips, was slammed into the cabin below by this violent force!

Chapter 506 The Strongest in the Present World VS The Strongest Greek Hero (Part 1)

This sudden turn of events left everyone speechless. Beside the ship's wheel, Jason coughed up a mouthful of blood due to the severe damage to his Noble Phantasm, his face turning deathly pale.

However, the excruciating pain and the destruction of his Noble Phantasm did not enrage him. On the contrary, his face was instantly filled with wild joy, and he laughed in a twisted manner:

"Hahaha!! It's divine punishment! It's divine punishment!! After sealing his power, the gods still had the residual power to unleash this world-destroying divine punishment to punish him! You idiot, how dare you insult this captain! Now you've been blasted into dust! Serves you right!!"

He waved his fist, his voice hoarse with excitement.

Medea, pushed aside, had a complex mix of emotions in her blue eyes, including anger and confusion.

She was furious that Getia had never mentioned such a terrifying contingency plan; this devastating bombardment was tantamount to wiping her out as well.

Even if that man doesn't withstand enough damage from the magic cannon, it will inevitably destroy Jason's Noble Phantasm, and Jason might die if he's not careful!

She couldn't understand why the man who had vowed to subject her to the most terrifying torment would choose to push her away and save her life at the critical moment of life and death.

Seconds later, the devastating beam of light receded like a receding tide, rapidly shrinking and dimming until it finally dissipated completely into the air, signaling the end of this terrible attack.

The massive sealing array covering the deck also lost its magical nodes due to the severe damage to the ship's hull, and its light went out.

Medea knew in her heart that despite the huge price paid, the "Sealing Array" had been successfully activated. The fact that her body was now completely sealed, and she couldn't mobilize a single trace of magic power, was the most conclusive evidence of this.

"Is that guy... dead?" Hector stared at the horrifying, still-smoking black hole on the deck and couldn't help but ask. The air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt wood and some kind of burning energy.

“Alas…” Chiron sighed heavily, his wise gaze also fixed on the abyss-like breach. “It can only be said that the mastermind behind it is meticulous and extremely vicious. First, they used sealing techniques to lull their opponents into a false sense of security, and then launched a fatal blow with overwhelming force.”

He paused, his voice tinged with regret: "Even if this person has a strong will to live and has survived by sheer luck, he must be suffering unimaginable injuries by now... He is probably no match for Hercules."

"Hahaha! Hercules!" Chiron had barely finished speaking when Jason's excited command came from the helm, "Jump over! See if that guy's dead! If he's still breathing, chop him into mincemeat!"

Jason grinned cruelly and morbidly, saying, "If he's already dead... bring his body up here! I'll whip his corpse mercilessly, so he won't find peace even in death! That's the price for insulting this captain!"

"Jason, it seems you really wanted me to die like this. Unfortunately, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

The instant Jason finished speaking, a voice as cold as if it came from the abyss clearly came from the dark hole in the ship's cabin.

boom!

With a muffled thud, a figure shot out of the abyss like a cannonball, landing lightly on the wrecked deck and kicking up a fine cloud of dust. It was Wang Chong!

When everyone's eyes were focused on him, they all gasped in shock!

Wang Chong stood proudly upright, his clothes covered in dust, but there wasn't a single scratch on his body!

What's even more unsettling is that the oppressive aura emanating from him, which was almost tangible, had not diminished in the slightest compared to before the pillar of light descended. It was as if the earth-shattering divine punishment was just a gentle breeze that didn't bother him at all!

Wang Chong took in the mixture of shock, horror, and disbelief on everyone's faces, and felt only cold mockery in his heart.

He never let his guard down against Goetia. Sure enough, at the very last moment before the sealing technique was completed, that guy instantly converted the massive amount of energy he had witnessed into the third Noble Phantasm he had ever seen—the Humanity Cannon.

Moreover, the duration of this bombardment far exceeded the previous limit of five seconds for his [Blessing of Bard].

Clearly, this was because Goetia had witnessed him using [Bard's Blessing] to withstand the Human Reason Cannon, and therefore preferred fan fiction? Click http://www.tianywx.com/list-27/ to enter the exclusive library! That's why he deliberately prolonged the bombardment time, attempting to completely exhaust this defensive trump card.

"Fortunately, Bard's Blessing has been enhanced, and its duration has been extended to fifteen seconds. This exceeds the opponent's expected defense duration, allowing me to completely ignore this insidious sneak attack," Wang Chong thought to himself.