The Real Great-Aunt Has Arrived 1/2

Rustle...

In an instant, a strange rustling tremor came from the forest surrounding the 20 Combat Nymphs, and trees collapsed in patches.

What is that?!

The group of Nymphs followed the sound and looked up to observe the source, which was a hundred meters away.

Hidden in the woods, nine menacing snake heads emerged, occasionally flicking out their black tongues.

The venom dripping from the monster's mouth splashed onto the ground, sizzling and dissolving into a large hole, raising wisps of putrid blue smoke. Its eyeballs, like crimson lanterns, rolled coldly.

The Nymph felt a chill run down their spines and gasped in alarm. Instinctively, they bent their bows and nocked arrows to retaliate, and the arrows shot out one after another, hitting the nine-headed monster.

The clanging of metal against metal created a cacophony of sounds. Most of the sharp arrowheads were deflected by a layer of black scales, with only a few embedding themselves crookedly in the gaps between the scales.

Even its blood-red Serpent Eyes, which were its weakness, closed as its eyelids closed, repelling several arrows that were unusually accurate.

And in an instant, the black giant snake's muscles writhed, squeezing out the arrows one by one, and the wounds healed and regenerated in the blink of an eye.

A god or monster that is immortal!

As the colossal creature gradually approached the defensive line, and considering its troublesome characteristics, the Combat Nymphs gritted their teeth and solemnly formed a battle formation.

"Watch out, it's bait!"

At that moment, Artemis sensed whispers coming from the dense forest, her expression changed drastically, and she turned her head to shout urgently at the 20 Combat Nymphs.

However, it was too late. Strange rhythms of ether emanated from the surroundings, and bursts of aura, some mysterious and some ferocious, suddenly erupted.

"Buzz!"

With the hum of the air, an invisible Mental Shock spread out.

"Bang!"

Two Combat Nymphs were pinned to the ground by a pair of long, slender claws.

A sphinx with wings and disheveled hair approached them and asked them in a mystical manner for the answers to the two riddles.

"What has feet yet no one knows, taller than trees, reaching the clouds, yet never grows taller?"

"It will devour everything: insects, fish, birds, beasts, flowers, trees; bite through pig iron, corrode through steel; turn rocks into dust; kill King, slaughter towns, turn seas into mulberry fields, and mountains into mountains."

The two Combat Nymphs were terrified by this obviously neurotic female monster. Their faces turned pale, they swung their swords upwards, and roared through gritted teeth.

"Get out of my way!"

"Wrong answer! Wrong answer! We'll throw you off the cliff! We'll throw you off the cliff!"

Sphinx jumped back slightly, grinned maliciously, and then picked up two Combat Nymphs, intending to throw them into the distant valley.

"Keep alive!"

Samael, Medusa, and Athena all shouted orders at each other without prior arrangement. Sphinx reluctantly pinned the two Combat Nymphs to the ground, then blinked and came closer, chattering incessantly.

"I'll give you one more chance. You can't see it, you can't touch it, you can't hear it, you can't smell it. It hides behind the stars, it lies beneath the hills, it fills the void. It comes a little at first, then it all arrives, it ends life, it stifles laughter. What is this?"

The two Combat Nymphs, wildly swinging their longswords to defend themselves, but they could not escape the monster's demonic voice. The intense irritation even made them have the urge to commit suicide.

If they had some understanding of later cultures, they might have given the middle finger and made a sarcastic remark.

"Riddlers, get out of Greece!"

At the same time, the surrounding Nymphs also suffered sudden suppression.

With its stiff mane and supple skin, the Nemean Lion deflects the sharp edges of arrows and swords, and with each of its two front paws it holds down the delicate neck of a Combat Nymphs, which it can break with the slightest force.

"Roar!"

"Bang!"

"What are you yelling about! It sounds awful! And look what you've done to your two little ones down there! Remember to brush your teeth next time!"

The deafening roar of the giant lion abruptly ceased. The Nemean Lion looked sullenly at the arrow that had struck its head, and rolled its eyes at the Gorgon sisters perched atop the back of the Colchian Dragon.

Beneath its claws, glistening saliva splattered everywhere. When the two Combat Nymphs, whose faces were being washed, smelled the stench clinging to their bodies, their stomachs churned, and they vomited repeatedly.

Immediately afterwards, Euryale and Stheno each wielded long spears, knocking away the weapons from the hands of several Combat Nymphs, and using their Mystic Eyes to freeze more than ten people in place.

At that time, the three-headed monster king, Chimera, used its various heads to easily subdue a Combat Nymphs.

Hydra responsible for acting as bait and creating a disturbance, arrived later. Its nine imposing heads, with their sinister gaze, fixed intently on the few remaining survivors.

You!

Apollo, atop the chariot of the sun, had a grim expression and his eyes were filled with apprehension. The Nine Muses beside him, looking at the menacing and ferocious monsters approaching from all sides, paled in fear.

Just moments ago they were surrounding the other side, but in the blink of an eye, they were suddenly surrounded by the enemy.

Moreover, in a single exchange, 20 Deity-class Combat Nymphs were scattered and suppressed, and this was even without the opponent using their full strength.

If they so desired, they could easily wipe out nearly half of the Combat Nymphs with a little effort.

They are Muses, goddesses of art and knowledge, though they are considered principal deities. They are artistic beings, but lack combat prowess and can at most fight on par with 20 Combat Nymphs.

If the other side harbors ill intentions, I'm afraid none of them will be able to leave today.

At this moment, Samael looked at the Typhon's Offspring who had come to his aid, a slight smile playing on his lips, while secretly glancing at Apollo, God of Light, whose face was contorted with humiliation and caught in a dilemma.

Tch, don't think you're the only one who knows how to call for backup.

Even if the reinforcements from the Arima Caves don't come, Mycenae is not far away. The army gathered there, coupled with Athena's artistic command, will be more than enough to give you a hard time!

Don't you even bother to find out where this is?

The Peloponnese Peninsula! A vital stronghold of humankind! Here, believe me, my word carries more weight than Zeus's!

The ancient serpent frowned and sneered. It Medusa kept an eye on Apollo and the Nine Muses, while Athena entangled Artemis. The atmosphere between the two sides became tense again.

However, this time the aura on the other side was much weaker, and they were as docile as rabbits under the tiger's claws. They were even more afraid that Samael would disregard the consequences and dig a pit to bury them.

"What are you doing? Stop! Stop right now!"

Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, a surprised shout came from behind, and four figures walking together emerged from the bushes.

Hestia, who spoke, raised her hand and pointed at Apollo and the other gods.

"Aunt Hestia, what's wrong...?"

Artemis looked at the blue-ribbon goddess with a face full of surprise and anxiety, and the three figures beside her, her expression one of astonishment.

Samael withdrew his Cross Spear, secretly waved his hand, signaling the Typhon's Offspring to release the Nymph, opened his arms, and walked with a loud laugh toward the bewildered Apollo and his sister.

Haha, nice to meet you...

I forgot to introduce...

Hello, my dear grand-nieces and nephews...

Artemis and Apollo looked at each other, completely bewildered.