Gilgamesh Appears in the Depths of the Underworld

Atalanta herself didn't know when it started, but she became increasingly concerned about the guy in front of her. It was originally just out of displeasure and revenge, wanting to annoy him.

However, Atalanta, who grew up in Arcadia's Paradise, never bothered to hide her thoughts.

You either like it or you hate it.

Once a hunter has targeted its prey, how could it possibly let it go?

Atalanta bit down hard on Rovi's lips, savoring his breath.

To be honest, Rovi himself was also tempted. Faced with such a girl's performance, who could ignore it?

So he subconsciously reached out and supported her slender waist, stroking her head.

Right outside Athena's temple, if Rovi hadn't revealed his mystery in time and concealed their presence, a Goddess of Wisdom might have already rushed out.

After a long while, their lips parted.

The delicate, crystalline strands, once connected, broke apart.

"I've already marked you. From now on, you're my prey!" Atalanta's face flushed slightly, but her exposed fangs still showed her stubbornness. "No matter where you run, you can't escape me!"

"I will wait for you to return from the abyss in Arcadia's Paradise. If you dare not come... I will never let you go!"

The sound drifted through the air, and the lithe young woman vanished in an instant.

She didn't head towards the direction where the Argo was docked, but instead went to Arcadia Park.

Rovi touched the dampness on his lips, turned his head, and looked at the tall figure that had appeared at the end of the road at some unknown time.

"I just arrived, I haven't seen anything." Heracles raised his hands.

"It's no big deal to have seen it..." Rovi's brows twitched slightly. Even so, he still felt... numb.

I didn't do anything, so how did things turn out like this?

"Are we going to run away?"

Heracles looked serious.

"Why run away?" Rovi sighed. "Even though they're all trash, I'd rather choose them all than give them all up and let everything become a regret."

"I hate regrets."

"Rovi-senpai, you're really greedy!" Heracles exclaimed.

"Don't talk like you're not greedy." Rovi glanced at him sideways. "Wanting to maintain your individuality while also wanting to be a hero? You're not much different from me!"

Heracles scratched his head and laughed, "Living in this world, who can resist greed?"

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Rovi suddenly asked. "Weren't you looking at the ship?"

"Because I don't need to look anymore," Heracles smiled. "Someone has come out."

There are heroes who escaped the trials created by the power of Rovi Hermes.

"That guy, as expected, didn't disappoint me!" Heracles wasn't surprised, but he seemed extremely happy.

Jason?

Even heroes in dire straits have their merits.

Those who have emerged from this ordeal can certainly be considered heroes.

In fact, Rovi added an extra layer of insurance: if those guys reverted to their original nature after leaving the 'trial', then the 'trial' would be triggered again before they could commit evil.

Send them away again.

To eradicate evil, one must be utterly thorough.

"Since you're here, I won't get on the ship," Rovi said. "You can take that guy and leave!"

"The Argo adventure ultimately belongs to you, not me." Rovi lowered his hands, glanced at the sun high in the sky in the distance, and said, "This is your era."

No matter how much he wanted to become a 'hero,' in reality, Rovi could never escape the shadow of his past.

He was one of the three kings of Uruk.

He is the virtuous husband of Uruk.

It is a shadow of the past.

Heracles remained silent for a moment before taking a deep breath, and then—

"Heracles, disciple of Piliwen, is here, always ready to welcome the return of his master!"

Rovi waved his hand, turned around, and stepped onto the road leading back to the temple.

Among them.

Athena happened to look up and saw Rovi returning.

He said, "Let's go!"

The Goddess of Wisdom and War smiled.

She nodded slightly.

'Halfway through their adventure on the Argo, the heroes fell into the trials it offered. When they returned, tempered by blood and fire, they understood the true meaning of heroism.'

But that person embarked on a different path.

'He parted ways with the Argo; he never truly belonged to Argo, for he was not a hero, but merely a shadow of the past.'

'A hero not called a hero embarked on a journey to the abyss.'

' Greek Mythology '

"Is this the abyss?" Half a day later, Rovi stood on the Thessalonian plain in central Greece, looking up at his feet.

"Yes, that's right—below this is the abyss." Athena, in her flowing white dress draped with silver armor and wielding Spear and Shield, gave an affirmative answer.

If the Athena of the past was a wise and insightful Goddess of Wisdom, and an artist who presided over many arts, then the Athena of today gives people the feeling of a true Valkyrie who roams the battlefield.

He stood tall and straight, with a stern gaze.

She followed Rovi's gaze.

The vast wilderness was covered with grass clippings that drifted down to the sky. Under the sunlight, the earth looked as if it had been neatly sliced by a knife. The crumbling plains revealed huge cracks, and the gaps were stained with the colors of blood and fire. Even before getting close, Rovi could feel the terrifying heat emanating from the cracks.

The abyss, Tartarus, lies right below.

"I hope it won't disappoint me!" Rovi stretched his body and smiled.

"I won't give up." Athena smiled as well.

Because the Goddess of Wisdom and War and the man who possesses both courage and martial prowess are a perfect match from the start!

Lava surged beneath the fissures of the abyss, Rovi and Athena leaped down simultaneously, the spreading light and heat instantly engulfing their shadows.

"Someone has entered the abyss?" Above the heavens, Apollo, the superior of Helios, the Sun God, the one who controls all light and is most able to perceive the changes in all things Apollo, sensed something. "Athena and... that wise woman?"

At the same time, Apollo received a command from Zeus: "Tell Hades, King of the Underworld, to be ready to meet you in the underworld at any time."

"Let him receive that former King of Gold of Uruk, now..."

"Mesopotamian King of the Underworld!"

Boom!

Thunder roared down.

On the edge of the underworld, a wild and unrestrained laugh echoed, "Hahaha, interesting, interesting! Is this a celebration of my reunion with my friends?"

"You scum!"