Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Following this route forward, you'll reach Hecate Island, which is used for nighttime defense. Oh, and it seems you have two followers of the goddess of the moon on your ship. If you'd like, you can visit the temple of Hecate. But what's really interesting here is the armory..."

Triton, holding a wine glass, stood on one side of the transparent cabin material, pointing to the scattered islands outside, talking eloquently and introducing them one by one, as if he really regarded himself as a tour guide leading the guests.

Samael got up with great interest and walked over to ask questions.

"Your Highness, what could possibly be the meaning behind a cold, lifeless armory?"

This sea god named Triton, tracing the lineage of Greek mythology, is the biological son of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Amphitrite, the queen of the sea. He is a genuine mermaid prince, and also the messenger of the sea and the guide god for ocean travelers. He holds a revered position in the lineage of sea gods, and it is only natural to call him "Your Highness".

Triton raised his hand and tapped on the ship's hull, which resembled both metal and transparent glass. He pointed to the Naga snake women guarding the flagship, as well as the sea serpents with three, five, seven, or nine heads, and spoke casually.

"Look, whether it's the warships beneath our feet or these outside, they are all creations of the Armory. They are completely different from the conventional understanding of Greece and will definitely satisfy your curiosity."

It seems that Hecate Island is an arsenal, and possesses an extraordinary metalworking technology.

Samael's eyes gleamed with a dark light, and the metallic sheen emanating from the snake women and sea serpents prompted him to ask a question instinctively.

"Your Highness, such an incredible armory must have a name, right?"

"Yes, her name is [Erkdna], which comes from the monstrous consort of Typhon, the Demon Ancestor, who gave birth to many powerful offspring."

Triton seemed quite talkative, casually recounting the origin of the thing's name.

The Battle of Typhon, which nearly flattened Olympus, even defeated Poseidon, the god of the sea. It was only thanks to the three goddesses of Mount Ares and Typhon's offspring in the crypt of Arima that the overwhelming offensive of the army of gods and monsters was stopped.

After witnessing the power of Typhon's offspring, the Serpent Mother Echeverna gradually came to the attention of the gods.

What the gods found incredible was that the Serpent Mother herself was not particularly powerful, yet she was able to give birth to a host of offspring far more powerful than herself through her special divinity, making her a truly miraculous mother.

Perhaps it was with this expectation that the arsenal, which created a host of divinely crafted weapons, was named in this way.

Furthermore, like the fertile serpent mother, the Armory produces a wide variety of divine weapons, many of which are modeled after the offspring of Typhon.

Besides the Naga snake women accompanying the army, and the multi-headed sea serpents modeled after Hydra, the island also has replicas of Cerberus, as well as the composite beast Chimera and other "creations".

Samael repeatedly savored the amusing anecdotes revealed by the mermaid guide, his eyes filled with a meaningful gaze.

"We're almost there. Beyond here lies Atlantis."

During their casual conversation, the deep-sea fleet arrived at the defensive island arc barrier formed by ten islands. Triton casually patted the traveler on the shoulder, curbing his desire to talk, and gave him a gentle reminder.

With a slight tremor, the flagship of the deep-sea fleet passed smoothly through the silver-white light curtain that descended from the boundary of the huge magic array in the sky. Most of the remaining troops went to different islands and ports to rest and recuperate, while only a few followed behind.

"Your Highness, the ship at the rear of our convoy is not in the serial number sequence. The barrier refuses passage. What do you think..."

One of the Atlantean guards descended the spiral staircase from the bridge, approached the mermaid prince Triton, glanced at the outsider Samael, and hesitated before asking a question.

"Then grant the ship its number and allow it to pass! Are you trying to drive away my guests?"

Triton glanced sideways, his gaze cold and sharp, conveying a sense of righteous indignation at the rudeness his guest had suffered.

Having learned from his colleague's mistake, this Atlantean guard naturally dared not say anything or cause trouble. He quickly nodded and accepted the order, instructing the island outposts on both sides of the light screen to add a passage code to the Argo.

After a brief pause, the wooden ship Argo, standing out starkly from the surrounding steel monsters, broke through the light barrier and sailed toward the port of this mysterious continent.

At this moment, Triton, who had finally brought these visitors into the territory, stood on the flagship's deck, bathed in the sea breeze, spread his arms and gave way half a body length, speaking with an air of pride, showing Samael this unknown country.

"Behold, this is Atlantis, the Age of Light, my kingdom!"

Samael and the crew of the Argo looked up, their eyes filled with astonishment.

On each of the ten islands stands a bronze statue, about a hundred meters tall, holding a trident, like a giant guarding the gates of Atlantis. The interior of the continent is vast, with buildings arranged in concentric circles, separated by ships and metal gates. As one ventures deeper into the center, the restrictions on identity become increasingly strict.

The inner circle contains the most important temples and reserves. The modular urban buildings, arranged in a staggered pattern, and the crisscrossing streets exude a sense of order and neatness. The gilded domes emit harmonious sounds due to variations in wind and temperature.

Even more incredible is that above the inner circle of the Atlantis complex, a majestic mountain peak floats amidst ethereal clouds and dazzling starlight, with the city on it appearing and disappearing, its crisscrossing corridors magnificent and elegant, exuding a metallic texture.

"That place is..."

“Poseidonia, which can also be simply called the City of the Sea God, was built by my father, who summoned the gods of the Oceanus Sea and used his powers to personally oversee its construction. It is the essence of Atlantis and a concentrated embodiment of our culture, art, and craftsmanship.”

"It's truly magnificent; this mountain seems to float amidst a sea of ​​clouds and stars..."

"That's right, so it also has another name: [Interstellar City Mountain Range] - Olympus!"

(Note: Mount Olympus is the same as Mount Olympus; it's just a different translation.)

Triton looked up at the magnificent building with great pride.

The ten kingdoms and islands named after the gods are located on the outskirts of Atlantis, serving as its protectors...

The perfect mother, Erkedna, who continued the powerful Typhon bloodline, became the name of the Armory, giving birth to numerous divinely created weapons...

Now, Mount Olympus, which represents the supreme divine authority of Greece, is instead a mountain range of interstellar cities worshipped as the sea god Poseidon...

That's interesting, really interesting!

Samael's lips curled slightly, a hint of mockery and ridicule flashing in his eyes.

Chapter 217 Habitual Bandit! Absolutely a habitual bandit! (Please continue reading)

The flagship of the Deep Sea Fleet and the Argo sailed into the harbor, and Samael and his crew, led by Triton, ascended the mountain range of this mysterious interstellar city.

As they ventured deeper into the area, the surrounding scenery broadened their horizons and filled them with wonder.

The mermaid prince was very hospitable and enthusiastically introduced a series of landmark buildings along the way, including Altar Street, Sky Garden, and Gypsy Corridor.

Along the way, more and more soldiers appeared, clad in gold, white, and red armor and wielding metal swords and shields. The ethereal energy emanating from them was solemn and surging, causing many weaker heroes to frequently glance at them with apprehension.

These soldiers guarding Olympus seem to be several times stronger than the Atlantean soldiers on the previous deep-sea fleet, and have already shown signs of possessing the strength of ordinary heroes.

In the galaxy with its Roman-style arched columns, Samael slowed his pace slightly and glanced at Jason, who was secretly tugging at his clothes.

"Dude, ever since entering the Eye of the Tide, these places have given me an ominous feeling. It got even stronger in Atlantis. Listen to this, my heart is practically pounding out of my chest..."

The captain looked around nervously, instinctively distancing himself from the nearby Olympian soldiers, fearing they might suddenly attack and kill him. He seemed suspicious and paranoid.

"Forget it, you're not a woman. Do you expect me to lie on your chest and listen to your heartbeat?"

"Now that you've seen enough and heard your story, when are we going to slip away... cough cough... make our escape?"

"We should at least replenish some supplies and grab a meal, right? Wouldn't it be disrespectful to Prince Triton if we didn't appreciate it?"

"Really? But why do I always feel like you're hiding something from me?"

"How could that be! You ask yourself honestly, have I ever cheated or lied to you since we came here from the port of Iorkos?"

"I don't think so... um... probably..."

"Ok?"

"Absolutely not! Theseus, you're my good brother, how could you lie to me! I guess I was just overthinking it!"

"That's right. We've been adrift at sea for so long, it's just a short trip ashore. With me here, what are you afraid of?"

Samael smiled warmly and sincerely, withdrew his hand, and Jason, whose body was numb on one side, smiled sincerely and nodded in agreement, while inwardly he was muttering to himself.

If you're capable, then whatever you say goes.

Seeing that Jason had given up on running away and was lying down and resigned to his fate, hiding behind Heracles, Samael quickened his pace and caught up with Triton, who was waiting ahead.

Just as the tour group was about to enter the hall, the ancient serpent paused slightly, approached the railing, and looked down at the open space of the altar street that was perpendicular to this interstellar city mountain range.

"That place is a real eyesore, there's nothing to see there. The buildings down there are abandoned workshops that are now used as sewage outlets, they've been empty for a long time."

Triton answered casually, beckoning his guests into the hall to receive hospitality.

Samael smiled, nodded, and followed, stepping into the magnificent hall that was exceptionally bright and beautiful, bathed in sunlight.

The heroes filed in and took their seats, while Triton moved to the back hall to arrange drinks and fruits, seemingly preparing a banquet to welcome the guests from afar.

As the host of the banquet departed, Samael narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and tapped the table rhythmically a few times. The lively atmosphere in the hall paused for a moment, then became noisy again. The heroes left their seats one after another, wandering around and chatting and arguing, mostly expressing the frustrations of sailing and the relaxation of being on land.

Before long, Triton returned, and a group of snake women slithered by, carrying jars of fine wine to the tables in front of everyone, and thoughtfully poured and filled the glasses of the guests.

It's a pity that these snake women, with their silvery-white metallic sheen and expressionless faces, have wasted such good figures.

"Gentlemen, you have had a long journey, please drink this cup to the brim!"

Triton picked up a bronze wine cup inlaid with gemstones, shaped like a conch shell, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then smiled and raised his hand in acknowledgment.

However, the atmosphere in the hall quieted down. The Argonauts, who were being entertained, looked down at the crimson wine, but none of them raised their glasses.

"Why aren't you drinking? Is it because we didn't treat you well?"

Triton's smile froze, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked somewhat displeased.

Under the mermaid prince's gaze, Samael, seemingly yielding to the authority of the group, raised his glass, approached Triton, and then…

Raising his hand above the corner of his lips, he tossed it behind him amidst Triton's frozen smile.

"A jellyfish toxin, in small doses, can paralyze nerves and disable magic circuits. The method is just too crude; the fishy smell is still very noticeable. Tsk, what a waste of such good wine..."

The divine healer, standing in the shadows, dipped a drop of wine in his fingertip, sniffed it lightly, uttered his conclusion casually, and then disdainfully tossed the wine glass back onto the table.

"Well, you were definitely up to no good!"

The atmosphere in the room froze. The heroes' eyes were sharp. Jason, who reacted the most violently, turned pale with fright, his facial muscles twitching violently as if stung by a scorpion. He hurriedly threw the glass of wine to the ground, stood up abruptly, and cursed angrily.

Triton's brow furrowed, his face filled with coldness, and he clenched his fist, causing the conch-shaped wine glass in his hand to shatter with a crack.

"Why can't you just drink this glass of wine obediently and save me some trouble?"

"Do it!"

"Seize these sinners who disrupted the Sea God's offering!"

As the mermaid prince revealed his true intentions, Samael grinned and roared. The heroes roared in unison, summoning their weapons and rushing to their positions, yet they cooperated seamlessly and had a clear division of labor.

The teammates, sitting near the door of the hall, skillfully seized the entrance, built a defensive line, and resisted the Olympian soldiers who gathered and rushed in the corridor after hearing the news.

Without a word, the heroes in the middle and front rushed towards the snake woman who was hissing and attacking from the hall, and brutally cut these special creations into pieces as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was completely under the control of the Argonauts. The moment the azure light patterns around Triton, who had summoned his trident, flickered, they were abruptly extinguished, and a slight stinging pain came from his chest.

"Oh, Your Highness, please show some respect for my friends, and for this dagger in my hand..."

At this moment, the guest who came to "offer a toast" smiled and carried a strange purple dagger that was curved like lightning. Its tip broke through the outer layer of ethereal radiance without hindrance and stood in front of Triton's divine core.

On his left and right, Hercules pressed on his shoulders, expressionlessly removing the trident; the white-haired huntress Diana smiled and strummed the bowstring, the subtle pressure making the son of the sea god's hair stand on end.

The entire process was seamless, and the Argonauts' proficiency was chilling.

Habitual thugs! These bastards are definitely habitual thugs!

"So what if you control me? There are countless Olympian guards outside, an entire fleet, and thousands of ocean current gods. You have disrupted the sea god's ritual, so you can't escape!"

Moreover, the Father God will return in three days. You outsiders who have entered this forbidden area, think about the consequences, surrender, and I can swear to the Goddess of Oaths that I will spare your lives.”

Triton feigned composure, coldly snorting without a trace of fear, but inwardly he was cursing.

"In the name of the great god, I hereby deliver punishment, the sword of divine retribution!"

At the same time, the Olympian soldiers, who were blocked in the Mech God Corridor and unable to break through the main entrance for a short time, immediately slammed their metal longswords, which were burning with a scarlet flame, down onto the wall of the hall. Amidst the explosions and dust, they rushed in through the gap that had been blasted open.

Chapter 218 I'll take the blame! (1/2)

Whoosh whoosh!

The Argonauts, guarding each pass, raised their shields and swung their arms, their javelins glowing with divine runes as they shot through the air.

Boom boom boom!

One after another, explosions rang out, and amidst the violently shaking dust, several Olympian soldiers were sent flying backward, crashing into the pillars of the Mech God Corridor and leaving clear dents.

Alright! Let's take them down!

The Argonauts, trapped in the hall, were immediately invigorated as they looked at the gap in the enemy formation that they had created through their combined efforts.

"Buzz!"

However, as the eerie tremors echoed, the Olympian soldiers who had crashed into the pillars, amidst the dull mechanical grinding sounds, had their eyes regain their crimson light. They raised their hands to pull out the javelins embedded in their bodies, and the torn gaps in their armor healed themselves. Despite such a heavy blow, they quickly returned to normal.

So hard? And it can heal itself? What the hell is this thing?!

The smiles on the heroes' faces froze. Atalanta, who had rushed from the central hall to the front gate, immediately began to fire a barrage of arrows. Each arrow was not only as fast as a meteor, but also took advantage of the chaos of battle to aim at the weak points in the Olympian soldiers' armor, such as their eyes.

In an instant, the few who had just gotten up were pierced through the skull, fell backward, and blue fluid and scarlet blood spurted from the wound. Their bodies twitched a few times and then became completely still.

"Find their weakness! Don't let them in!"

Atalanta's loud shout reminded the heroes, who immediately nodded in unison and formed a shield formation to block the breach in the wall. The rear guard, having regained their footing, took out their bows and javelins and took turns sniping at the Olympian soldiers who tried to rush in.

"Roar!"