Beating Up a Brat 2/3
In the forest, Samael Medusa immediately abandoned the ingredients they had chosen, and, standing on either side of each other, charged toward the source of the sound.
The grass and trees rustled, and sharp sounds rose and fell in the air as dozens of auras rapidly approached each other.
Seeing deep craters everywhere ahead, trees shattered and broken, and two figures colliding in the center, Samael's pupils narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward to help.
"Whoosh!"
At the same time, two arrows unleashed golden-red heat waves, striking Medusa and Samael respectively.
"Laugh!"
"Bang!"
The purple-haired goddess grasped at the void, summoning the Scythe of Time. With a twist of her waist, she swung it, neatly severing the arrows enveloped in golden-red flames.
Samael, however, used force to break through the barrier, directly shattering the incoming arrow with a powerful punch.
As the two paused slightly, a roar came from the opposite ton forest.
A golden chariot, led by four powerful Golden Chariot warhorses and radiating light and heat, arrived from the sky, rolling in.
"Step back! You'll be spared!"
On the chariot, a handsome young man with golden, tousled hair and a face as delicate as a marble sculpture, possessing chiseled features, held a silver bow and had golden arrows at his waist, and roared with furrowed brows.
Around the Golden Chariot, a group of elegant and sophisticated goddesses in flowing skirts surrounded this beautiful young woman.
They were depicted in various poses: some with pens and wax tablets, others wearing flower crowns and holding scrolls, some with flutes and flower baskets, others with lyre and ivy, others with harps, others with short swords, others with shepherd's staffs and tambourines, and still others with melancholy expressions and veils, or holding astrolabes. There were nine of them in total.
Nine? The Nine Muses?
Samael seemed to be deep in thought, paused slightly, and his face darkened.
The nine Muses were born to Zeus and Mnemosyne, Goddess of Memory among the ten Titans.
Although the art department may seem weak, they are naturally excellent support characters.
Through a subtle resonance with the Divinity of Destiny, the ancient serpent perceived the true names of the nine Muses and their respective functions and effects.
Calliope, who oversees heroic epics, can enhance heroes.
Clio, the ruler of history, can glean insights into the origins and legends of his adversaries.
Euterpe, the ruler of lyric poetry and music, is capable of providing spiritual healing and encouragement.
The presence of Terpsichore oversees choral singing and dancing, can enhance teamwork and create a tighter sense of camaraderie.
Erato, who governs love poems and solos, can share harm and is immune to charm.
Melpomene, the master of tragedy and lament, can confuse the enemy's mind and lower their morale.
Thalia, the ruler of comedy and pastoral songs, brings spiritual joy and accelerates recovery.
Polyhymnia hymns, rhetoric, and geometry, possesses powerful reasoning and logical abilities, enabling him to perform Magecraft identification and trace tracking.
Urania, who governs astronomy and astrology, can use astrological predictions to sense her opponent's next move and leverage starlight to gain a field advantage.
In short, these nine Muses, who formed a unified whole, brought a sense of hidden crisis to Samael.
Immediately following, amidst the rhythmic trembling of the air, ten transparent wings slowly flapped, and Combat Nymphs clad in light armor and boots, carrying weapons such as bows, arrows, swords, shields, spears, and lances, emerged one after another.
Each of them drew their bows and nocked arrows, unleashing a volley of arrows that surrounded the battlefield where Athena and Artemis clashed, forming a blockade line of arrows.
The hounds, loosened from their reins and baring their teeth, joined forces with the Combat Nymphs, advancing in two groups to flank the enemy.
If I'm not mistaken, the one who clashed with Athena on the field was Artemis, Goddess of Hunting.
The person opposite me has a similar face to Artemis. I focus most of my attention on the Goddess of Hunting, and my gaze follows the figures on the field. This little brat who clearly has a sister complex is probably Apollo, the God of Light.
Silver bow and golden sword, sun chariot, nine Muses —it's pretty much the same thing!
But aren't the Olympus gods a bit too arrogant?
Seeing the domineering attitude of the other side, Samael fixed his gaze on the brat who had thrown out harsh words and commanded ten Combat Nymphs under Artemis to surround him, frowned and snorted coldly.
"What, you want a gang fight? I'll play with you!"
The ancient serpent, who had long harbored a deep grudge against Olympus, cracked its wrists and roared coldly.
At the same time, his divine power surged and spread, Divinity of Destiny instantly enveloped most of Mount Taygetus, completely severing the aura of both sides and preventing Olympus from detecting them.
Apollo sensed something amiss, his eyelids twitched, and he coldly glanced at the approaching black-haired man. The instant the figure crossed the arrow blockade, he drew his silver bow to its full extent without hesitation.
The nine Muses attending him successively activated their powers to bless the God of Light and the bow and arrow in his hand.
As the divine power gathered and solidified, Apollo then rang out an arrow.
Sensing that he was being subtly locked on, Samael grasped at the air, causing the air in front of him to distort and collapse. With a punch, the golden-black light collided with the golden-red arrow in mid-air.
"Boom!"
Just as the arrow was about to reach within three feet of the ancient serpent, its divine power was exhausted, and it instantly collapsed and shattered, its golden and red flames scattering and falling in all directions.
Purify, armor break, burn, and track...
The supreme deity, whose fame is well-deserved, is not someone to be trifled with.
Samael shook his sore and numb arm, his slightly narrowed scarlet Serpent Eyes looking sinisterly at Apollo, who was surrounded by stars.
It didn't work! This...
The God of Light on the other side was even more astonished and shocked.
He withstood the combined attack of himself and the nine Muses!
"Bang!"
At the same time, Athena seized the opportunity, dodged an arrow of plague, crouched low and charged forward, slamming her Goatskin Divine Shield down hard.
Artemis hastily raised her golden bow to block, but under Athena's terrifying strength, she was blasted away like a cannonball, crashing into and breaking dozens of giant trees.
"Elder sister!"
Upon seeing this, the God of Light, who had a sister complex, changed his expression drastically and immediately drove his sun chariot, intending to rush into the battlefield.
"This is between her and me. Goddess 2 can handle it herself. I'm warning you all not to interfere!"
"But..."
"Quiet down! If you want to help, stop the other troublemakers. I said this is mine, and I will definitely get it back!"
Some proud and strong-willed Goddess of Hunting emerged from the billowing smoke and dust, refusing the assistance of Apollo and the Combat Nymphs. Their cool eyes were fixed on Athena opposite them, and they nodded in tacit agreement.
Perhaps out of admiration, the Goddess of Wisdom did not press her advantage and waited until Artemis regained her composure before the two clashed again.
It turned out to be a competition for prey. Samael glanced at it and roughly understood the cause of the conflict and the current situation.
It's all a misunderstanding. Let's not fight like this, shall we, as family and friends?
"Whoosh!"
The ancient serpent sidestepped a provocative arrow, its cold, Serpent Eyes opening and closing.
Tsk, that's why I hate little kids the most!
Besides, only when your own father comes can we have a proper chat.
You're still a bit lacking!