Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Suddenly, a yellowish-brown halo surged, the ground cracked, and several rock spikes emerged one after another.

Caught off guard, the two soldiers scrambled to dodge, creating gaps in the tight shield formation.

Seeing this, several wild boars bared their tusks, roared, and charged forward.

Seeing that these beasts were about to advance into the formation, two figures flashed out one after another, their gold and black longswords weaving a dense net of swords, moving forward and breaking the charging wild boars into rolling pieces of carcass, with foul-smelling blood flowing freely.

However, the moment the two figures suddenly advanced, the ground shook, rows of trees were uprooted, and a demonic boar about seven or eight meters tall with red divine patterns spreading across its body, led its offspring and charged from behind the gentle slope.

The rear guard, a thin and pale-faced warrior, seemed unsteady on his feet, struggling to hold his spear and shield.

Oops!

The two figures who had charged into the small herd of wild boars had a drastic change in expression and immediately turned back, but the speed at which the boars were charging ahead from behind made it impossible for them to keep up.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, a bright white "rain of light" fell from the sky, and dozens of wild boars that were charging forward were impaled by the dense arrows, falling to the ground and dying.

However, due to the dispersion of magic, this cleansing could only wash away some weak minions with little resistance, and still could not completely eliminate the crisis.

However, immediately afterward, two figures suddenly appeared from behind the bushes on one side, brandishing long spears and knocking away many wild boars that blocked their way.

"Keep your eyes peeled up ahead, don't let a single one escape! We'll take care of this!"

Atalanta, who arrived just in time, shouted a signal and, as he spoke, nimbly moved through the tree branches, drawing his bow and arrow in succession to suppress the emerging wild boar herd.

"Hahahaha, kill!"

Katniss grinned wildly, hacking and slashing through the wild boar herd, killing the beasts until they cried out in agony. As the stench of blood filled the air, this manic patient's eyes turned red, and she became more and more excited as she killed, eventually charging directly at the giant demonic boar.

What an idiot! All he cares about is having fun! He deserves to be buried alive!

Samael rolled his eyes at the sight, then his gaze sharpened as he sensed the change in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Roar!"

In an instant, before one wave subsided, another arose; a seven- or eight-meter-tall demonic boar charged in from the side.

"boom!"

Just then, Samael took a running start and hurled his spear, which pierced straight into the giant boar's eye socket, causing the monster to leap erratically and roar in pain halfway through its charge.

Immediately, the ancient serpent hung its shield on the upper side of its arm, took the longbow from its back, and sped off, clearing out several small wild boars that charged at it.

"Go away!"

At the front of the battle, a wild boar, riddled with arrows and with bloodshot eyes, was sent flying by a raised shield.

"Are you OK?"

The thin soldier, who had stopped in place, paused for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

"Get out of the way!"

Just as the young soldier was about to say a few words of thanks, the man in front of him frowned, shouted, and grabbed "him" by the arm.

As he stumbled and fell into the arms of his rescuer, the thin soldier turned around and was shocked to find that dozens of sharp rock spikes were protruding from the spot where he had just been standing.

"We're fighting Warcraft! If you want to live, don't just stand there, understand?"

Samael frowned and snorted as he looked at the hunting party members who were occasionally lost in thought. The skinny warrior hurriedly broke free and nodded timidly.

“There are so many demonized wild boars in the forest, it’s almost a beast tide. You two, move closer to me!”

The ancient serpent casually drew a spare spear from behind another muscular warrior, tapped it against the shield with a unique rhythm, and gave a deep command.

Upon hearing the familiar signal, the two soldiers instinctively adopted a fighting stance, with Samael at the center.

"And you, do you even know how to finish off an opponent with a sword? Stay close to us and don't wander off!"

The emaciated participant was also immediately summoned by the ancient serpent and pulled into the formation.

Sure enough, it was the Spartan phalanx!

Once the assembly was complete, Samael turned his head and glanced at the uneasy, thin warrior behind him, his brow furrowing slightly.

But how did a woman, who is essentially a burden, end up in there?

Chapter 148 Teammates Must Die (3/3)

"A petition arrow dedicated to the two great gods, Artemis of the Hunt and Apollo of Light!"

Solemn chanting echoed across the land. Atalanta leaned back, her body forming an exaggerated arc, and two arrows, one gold and one silver, shot into the sky.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the arrows rose to their apex and exploded, echoing the stars in the sky. Countless arrows of light fell like a meteor shower, and the sounds of flesh being torn apart were incessant.

Fear it!

"Reverence!"

"A being that shines in the sky, a guiding star!"

"We have arrived here!"

"Hymn to the Two Gods!"

The two figures who had previously charged into the small herd of wild boars roared in unison, then chanted in unison, transforming into two swirling whirlwinds that swept across the monster ranks, leaving behind severed limbs and fragments. They then brutally dismembered the large monster boar that had charged out from the side.

"What's falling down? Ah, no, wait... wait! Help! Help! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

At the same time, terrified screams came from the squad that was moving towards the gentle slope to meet up with Samael and the others.

Jason, shield in one hand, leaped and bounded wildly through the rain of arrows and the scattered pieces of corpses.

"Phew! That scared me to death... I'm finally saved, but I have to say... I'm definitely not cut out for the front lines..."

The golden-haired youth, panting heavily, looked over as he realized he had escaped his teammates' pursuit. He bent down, taking deep breaths, and complained with a look of relief and relief.

"Actually, given Atalanta's accuracy, nothing would have happened if you hadn't run."

Samael paused for a moment, then patted Jason on the shoulder with a sigh, and pointed to Circe and Caenis, who were unharmed in the rain of arrows.

"What if she makes a mistake? I only have this one life!"

Jason cried out in protest with a mournful face, while secretly glancing around before sidling up to Samael and muttering nervously.

"Brother, let me tell you, I've always felt that I'm very incompatible with women, especially female heroes."

Those tigresses had such malicious eyes; they always gave me the urge to kill me on the spot.

No, no, entrusting my life to them is too risky. It's safer for me to stay by your side.

Samael twitched his lips, nodded helplessly, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

You can sense this kind of hidden malice concerning the future? Dude, is it because you're highly vigilant, or because you're terrified of death?

Besides, you managed to dodge Atalanta's arrow rain while running around aimlessly, without getting gored by the boars, and crossed the battlefield unscathed, running right up to me. How could you possibly stumble upon such a low probability of luck? Are you kidding me?!

Ancient Snake was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and speechless when faced with this member of the "atmosphere group".

Of course, Samael only muttered a complaint to himself before putting aside his chaotic thoughts and looking up at the cratered battlefield littered with corpses.

At this moment, thanks to the combined efforts of Atalanta and the two Spartan swordsmen, the two large demonic boars that had run out, along with their offspring, were neatly sent to hell.

Two Spartan warriors followed behind, skillfully finishing off the enemies with their spears.

With each thrust and withdrawal of the blade, the ripped flesh, the muffled groans of someone not yet dead, the gushing blood, and the fragments of organs that followed turned the thin hunter beside him death pale, causing him to squat on the ground and vomit.

Jason skillfully took a water bag from his backpack, intending to approach him and build connections, but with a glance, the blond youth immediately handed the water bag to Samael with a beaming smile, signaling him to take the job.

He had no intention of getting involved with the women who came to Caludon for the hunt.

This member of the atmosphere team, who seemed to have a premonition of potential danger, had a vague feeling that it was definitely going to be a big problem!

"Here, have some water to rinse your mouth."

Seeing that frail figure almost vomiting bile, Samael, who had taken the water bag, stepped forward helplessly and offered some words of comfort.

However, just as the ancient serpent approached, a whooshing sound rang out, and two black-gold longswords crossed and plunged into the open ground in front of him.

"Stay away from her!"

With a wary hum, the two figures who had charged forward earlier retreated and stood in front of Samael, then walked towards the vomiting, thin figure.

Tsk, no good deed goes unpunished. I can drink it myself.

Samael stopped, rolled his eyes, uncorked the bottle, and drank some water to replenish his fluids.

Huh? Honey and lime in it?

Sure, Jason, you know how to enjoy life.

The ancient snake gave the blond youth behind it an approving smile, then gulped down a few more mouthfuls, instantly feeling much better.

Based on their language and actions, the two arrogant swordsmen are twin siblings.

The blonde female swordsman with androgynous beauty stepped forward first and patted the slender figure on the back, her tone slightly reproachful.

"You sneaked in here! Did you think the Calydon hunt was a child's game?"

The older, more composed blond swordsman raised his hand to stop his sister's scolding.

He then gently helped the weak figure to his feet, removed the helmet from the girl who had blended in, and asked her with concern.

Are you alright, Helen?

"puff!"

Samael, who was drinking water, spat it all over Jason's face and turned around in surprise.

Beneath the helmet, a delicate and pitiful face was revealed, with long golden hair like fragrant wheat ears, and an innate charm in every gesture.

"Friend, your reaction is a bit strange."

"You seem quite surprised?"

The twin swordsmen looked up, frowned, and locked their gaze on Samael.

“Brother Castor, Sister Polux, he just saved me, he won’t mean any harm.”

After comforting and advising her older brother and sister, the blonde girl secretly glanced at Samael, her face slightly flushed.

The twin swordsmen suppressed their scrutiny, lowered their stance slightly, and expressed their gratitude.

"I choked because I drank too fast. You guys chat."

The ancient serpent shook its water pouch, gave a stiff laugh in response, then turned and walked towards its teammates, Atalanta, without looking back.

Damn, Helen of Troy, the most beautiful woman in Greece and the Spartan princess?

She really is that vixen who brought ruin to the country and its people!

Furthermore, she called the twin swordsmen… Brother Castor… Sister Pollux…

Wait, Castor... Pollux... Gemini!

Damn! Aren't those two the very ones who started the history of the dual rule of Sparta? They are the two successors to the current Spartan king, and also Helen's twin brother and sister?

hiss…

I remember now, I... no... wasn't it these twin gods who came to Athens to reclaim Helen after Theseus kidnapped her at the Temple of Artemis?

Good heavens! After all this going around in circles, I never expected there to be this connection!

No wonder the Sagittarius Saint and the Gemini Saint are enemies; the seeds of this feud were sown as early as the Age of Gods!

Yes, that's reasonable and well-founded.

Samael was in a state of confusion, his expression shifting constantly.

Just as his unbridled self was beginning to drift away, his hand suddenly loosened, and Atalanta casually took the water bag he was holding forward, tilting his head back to drink deeply.

Chapter 149 The Inescapable Allure of "It's So Good" (1/2)

Atalanta's thirst gradually subsided. She raised her hand to wipe away the water droplets that had slid down her lips and chin, and looked around at the battlefield.

At this moment, Samael's eyes lingered for a moment on her moist lips, which resembled the fragrance of rose petals, and on her jade-like neck, which was stained with a few damp marks. His tongue subconsciously licked his slightly dry lips and teeth.

He realized that he seemed thirsty again.

"This is the demonic boar that has plagued Kaludon for over a decade? It's nothing special."