Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After having had their fill of fun, the ancient serpent followed Atalanta, walking blissfully towards the main hall.

At this moment, inside the main hall, most of the heroes had already arrived.

Samael glanced around for a moment and was surprised to see Circe in the corner happily eating a plate of honey-filled pastries.

Furthermore, this great witch of Aiyu Island didn't forget to share the dessert on her plate with Katniss, who was standing next to her.

"Tch, I would never bother eating something this cloyingly sweet in Athens."

The dark-skinned beauty gave a soft hum, showcasing her refined taste.

If it weren't for the fact that she reached into the plate and, without the slightest hesitation, threw three or four pastries into her mouth and swallowed them, Circe would almost have believed it.

"Hey! Don't eat so fast, I can't beat you to it!"

The Great Witch protected the plate, frowning and complaining.

"Tsk, you're worried about this little bit? Once we slaughter that demonic boar, come back to Athens with me, and I'll treat you to a feast!"

As she spoke, Katniss picked up two more pieces of pastry from the plate, put them in her mouth and chewed, her eyes slightly narrowed and a look of pleasure blooming on her face.

Circe twitched his lips, looking speechless.

They only slept together for one night, when did they become so close?

Among the crowd, Samael stroked his chin, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

Soon, the two noticed the arrival of Samael and Atalanta and approached them together.

"You want to team up with us?"

“That’s right. Meleageros has already located the Boar’s lair and activity area. Just in case, he plans to have the heroes advance from all sides in groups of five to encircle it. I don’t like the others, so it’s you guys.”

Little sister, if you don't like something, what's it to us?

Seriously, your attitude of joining us reluctantly is just too irritating, isn't it?

Samael raised his hand to his forehead, speechless at his self-important little sister, Katniss.

But considering that she had helped him last night, and that she got along well with Circe, the ancient snake simply turned a blind eye and didn't bother to make a fuss.

However, there are five people, but it seems like we're still missing one?

"Are you guys forming a team? How about I join?"

Just as Samael was pondering this, a blond-haired young man from the atmosphere group approached him with a grin.

Chapter 146 Everyone go first, I'll cover the rear! (1/3)

Neigh~~

On the desolate plains, warhorses neighed, and plumes of dust rose in the air. Led by the prince, the heroes arrived at the area that had been sealed off by Calydon's soldiers.

Armed with guns and shields, the soldiers stationed at various passes under martial law, after confirming their identities, solemnly pounded their chests in salute, then pulled open the sharpened fences and watched the expeditionary force depart.

Upon arriving outside the dense northwestern forest, Meleageros gave a few brief instructions and then waved to signal.

The heroes, in groups of five, nodded and dispersed, the chaotic sound of hooves echoing around the edge of the dense forest as they rushed towards different areas, preparing to infiltrate and encircle the enemy.

A moment later, the five figures that remained also entered the dense forest.

Passing through a thin layer of mist, the scenery suddenly opened up before my eyes. Towering trees reached straight into the clouds, and dense leaves cast patches of green shade. It wasn't until noon that the dense mist began to dissipate.

Even so, the bright sunlight, passing through the gaps and breaking through the shadows, only left some inconspicuous spots after entering the woods.

A gentle breeze caressed his face. Samael took a deep breath. The fresh scent of vibrant plants mingled with the stench of decaying leaves, making his nose itch and prompting him to sneeze.

Oh, forest and goddess of the hunt, you've really given Calydon a tough problem...

The ancient serpent looked around at the unusually large and clearly mutated outer plants, as well as the lingering gloom that enveloped the dense forest, and shook its head slightly.

"Snapped!"

Just as Samael was feeling sentimental, a slap landed on the back of his head, the cold reprimand echoing in his ears.

"Come back! Don't stray from the group! Stick to the plan!"

Atalanta waved and berated them from behind. The ancient serpent, understanding the situation, raised its bronze shield and spear and moved to the left of its leader, forming an inverted V-shaped formation with the other four, following the trail and exploring forward.

Of course, the weapons Samael currently possesses are just ordinary items selected from the Caludon armory.

His explanation to Atalanta was that the forest wasn't just inhabited by monsters.

If you reveal those good things ahead of time, they will inevitably attract attention, and you might not be able to protect them.

It's important to know that, not to mention the rare weapons such as those created by the gods, the Greeks didn't even spare the ordinary bronze armor worn by their generals when they were cleaning up the battlefield.

Killing enemies and stripping them of their armor is a way to flaunt strength and gain honor.

Atalanta readily agreed to Samael's plan to remain hidden.

On one hand, even the female hunter herself couldn't resist robbing him because of the things he had, let alone the other heroes who were in even worse shape.

On the other hand, the fact that these women participated in the stage where men enjoyed revelry had already aroused discontent. If a conflict were to break out, it could easily spread the contradictions, and Atalanta was not confident that she could withstand the hostility of these Greek heroes.

After all, Hercules, Peleus, Telamon, Prince Calydon, and the Spartan twins Castor and Polux were all formidable figures.

Thanks to Samael's reminder, she realized that she not only had to be wary of the monsters that appeared, but also of her companions in the hunting party.

Therefore, ever since entering the dense forest, Atalanta has been on high alert, his muscles tense, and his right hand's five fingers never leave the bowstring, fully entering a hunting state.

In reality, Samael was simply too lazy to take out his divine equipment and cause himself trouble, and conveniently continued to receive the protection of the boss as a weakling.

But sometimes, when you tell too many lies and get too caught up in the act, the false becomes the true.

Samael glanced at Atalanta's serious profile beside him and had no choice but to obediently play the role of guard, suppressing any romantic thoughts of intimate contact.

The five of them lowered their voices, took even breaths, and followed the old and new signs of destruction left around them, moving closer to the demonic boar's lair in the cave.

Atalanta, skilled in tracking and with extensive hunting experience, served as the spearhead, while Samael and Kayneth, armed with spears and shields, maintained a safe distance, providing support from both sides. Each carried a longbow, ready to be used if needed.

At the end, the Great Witch Circe, holding her staff, casts magical protective spells on her teammates and is always ready to enhance their physical abilities, speed, strength, and so on with high-speed divine words when a crisis breaks out.

"Hey, can you stop hiding behind me? Are you protecting me, or am I protecting you?"

After walking for a while, Circe turned around with a dark face and chased away the figure that had unknowingly crept up behind her.

"Cough cough, I'll cover the rear, I'll cover the rear."

Jason, sword and shield in hand, peeked out cautiously, a forced smile on his face.

The fight hasn't even started yet, buddy, what are you talking about cutting off the rear?

Samael rubbed his forehead with one hand, speechless.

Well, another one of those annoying guys has joined the team, and he's starting to regret bringing this guy along.

"Did you shove this guy in here just to amuse us?"

During the brief rest period, Katniss, who was standing next to him, habitually made a sarcastic remark or two, followed by a disdainful snort.

"Well, he's quite alert, and he can help boost morale in special ways."

Samael, the recommender, glanced at Jason and began to explain his reasons.

"So, this special method to boost morale is to have him hold a harp and sing to us in a divine voice? Do they want us to die even faster than before?"

"Good alertness. Does that mean the Demon Pig is coming and it's the fastest runner?"

This time, not only Katniss, but even Circe, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but complain.

"So you mean, just leave him here?"

The ancient snake slightly raised its eyes, crossed its arms, leaned against the tree, and looked at the two with a half-smile, then opened its lips to ask.

"I, I didn't mean that, I was just complaining."

Circe, recalling the fear of being dominated by snakes, shrank back in fright and hurriedly declared his position.

"Tch, no need for that. Just make sure the demonic boar doesn't block my way when it comes out!"

Katniss proudly raised her chin, not forgetting to give herself a compliment.

It's alright. These teammates aren't exactly great philanthropists, but we can still manage to work together.

However, you, a social butterfly in the men's drinking scene, don't seem to get along very well with female heroes.

Samael's eerie light faded, and he approached Jason, who was standing guard to the side.

"Come, come, brother, take a look at this, it's a good stuff."

The blond youth stealthily pulled two small medicine bottles from his bundle, tossed one to Samael, and uncorked it, releasing a faint aroma of fruit and wine.

"You dare drink while hunting? Aren't you afraid Ata will shoot your ass?"

"No way! I haven't lived enough yet. It's just an energy booster with a little bit of medicinal wine and honey added."

As Samael asked with a strange expression, Jason glanced at the hunting captain who had jumped onto a tree branch in the distance to observe the situation, and offered a slightly pale explanation.

Chapter 147 All he cares about is his own pleasure! (2/3)

"Why are you bothering with this kind of thing?"

Beneath the tree, the ancient snake gently shook its head, but still accepted the energy potion.

Jason raised his small bottle, grinned, and lightly touched it with Samael's. He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, swallowing it comfortably before casually responding.

"There's nothing I can do. Compared to you exceptionally talented heroes, I'm just too ordinary. If I hadn't been fortunate enough to receive instruction from Master Chiron, I probably wouldn't even be able to defeat an ordinary soldier."

The blond youth helplessly shrugged, then a smile returned to his face.

"However, on stage, I am the best audience member, and in the audience, I am a decent actor. As long as we don't try to compare, I am popular on both sides, which is good."

"Yeah, that's good too, cheers."

Samael smiled faintly, raised the medicine bottle, and clinked glasses with him for a drink.

Jason's body, which had been somewhat tense, gradually relaxed.

The ancient serpent looked at Jason, whose smile had become even brighter, and murmured to itself.

Popular? Perhaps.

This socialite who was fraternizing with those heroes last night wasn't chosen immediately.

Even the teams of Hercules and Prince Calydon, who were on good terms with him, were already full long ago.

Pure friendship certainly exists.

But in this hunt for honor and profit, Jason, who was skilled at "covering the rear," was naturally not someone anyone wanted to consider.

If it weren't for their increasingly awkward situation, Jason, the "heartthrob of the bar," wouldn't have approached their equally marginalized team to request a collaboration.

Samael was willing to lend a helping hand and recommend Jason to join him because he saw Jason's predicament.

Aside from the goodwill he developed towards this man due to a game in his past life, Jason's network of connections was also necessary for the Ancient Serpent to carry out its plan.

The famous Argonautical Expedition gathered 50 of the most outstanding heroes in early Greece, all of whom came from all directions at Jason's call.

Even Samael had to admire his personal charisma and ability to rally people.

"Buzz!"

Just as the rest was about to end, an arrow shot into the sky with a sharp, piercing sound.

Warning signal! A team has spotted the Demon Boar!

After Atalanta locked onto the direction, her expression turned serious, and she rallied her team to quickly advance towards the source of the sound.

"Watch out for the left! Don't let those bastards break in!"

"Ho! Ho ho!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

On a gentle slope where trees had fallen in abundance, two muscular warriors roared in unison, stirring up an etheric resonance, and charged forward with their shields, managing to withstand the charge of four or five brown-haired wild boars, each over a meter tall.

"Pierce your spear and thrust!"

After withstanding the initial onslaught, the two seized an opening, slightly widened their shields, and thrust their spears, engraved with divine runes, precisely into the boar's eye sockets and mouth, piercing its skull and stirring it.

A thick, red and white liquid splattered out, staining the lush green grass. Even in its dying moments, the wild boar raised its tusks, seeking revenge, its roars filled with hysterical madness.

One of them, with red divine markings already growing on its brownish-yellow skin, stood upright like a human, then stomped its hooves down, fiercely striking the ground.