Teammates Must Die 3/3
"The Hunt for Artemis, the Light for Apollo, dedicated to the two great gods... the Plea Arrow!"
Solemn divine chants 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 boom!
In an instant, the arrows rose to their peak and exploded, echoing the celestial bodies 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 shining presence in the heavens, guiding the stars!"
"We have arrived here!"
"Hymn of the Twin Gods!"
The two figures who had previously attacked the small wild boar herd shouted in unison, and finally chanted in unison, forming two whirlwinds that swept across the monster ranks. Their sharp swords swept across, leaving behind pieces of severed limbs, and cut diagonally through the monster ranks, viciously dismembering 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, a terrified scream came from the squad that was moving towards the gentle slope to meet up with Samael and the others.
Jason, shield in one hand, was seen leaping and bounding wildly through a hail of arrows and scattered corpses.
"Phew! That scared me to death... I'm finally saved, but I have to say... I'm definitely not suited for the front lines..."
The golden-haired youth, panting heavily, had just escaped his teammates' pursuit. He bent down, taking deep breaths, and looked relieved with a look of relief.
"Actually, according to Atalanta's accuracy, if you don't run, you won't get anything."
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 gets hurt? 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 incompatible with women, especially female heroes."
Those tigers had malicious eyes, and they always gave me the urge to kill me on the spur of the moment.
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 that concerns 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 randomly, without getting gored by the boar, and crossed the battlefield unharmed, running right up to me. How could you possibly step on such a low-probability boar? 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 banishing the jumbled thoughts from his mind and looking up at the cratered battlefield littered with corpses.
At this moment, thanks to the combined efforts of Atalanta and the two Sparta swordsmen, the two large demonic boars that had run out, along with their offspring, entered Hell in an orderly fashion.
Two Sparta warriors followed behind, skillfully finishing off the enemies with their spears.
With each thrust and pull of the blade, flesh and skin were torn apart, the not-yet-dead creature groaned, gushing blood and fragments of its organs. The thin hunter beside it turned pale and squatted on the ground to 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 provoking women who came to Calydon to hunt.
This person, who has a certain premonition of potential danger, has a vague feeling that it is definitely a big problem!
"Here, have some water to rinse your mouth."
Seeing that thin, frail figure, Samael almost vomited bile. He took the water bag from Samael, stepped forward helplessly, and casually comforted him.
However, just as the ancient serpent approached, a whooshing sound arose, and two black and gold longswords crossed and stuck into the open ground in front of him.
Stay away from her!
With a wary hum, the two figures who had charged earlier retreated and stood in front of Samael, then walked towards the vomiting, thin figure.
Tsk, no reward for my good intentions, I can drink it myself.
Samael stopped, rolled his eyes, uncorked the bottle, and drank a hearty sip to replenish his fluids.
Huh? There's honey and lime too?
Sure, Jason, you know how to enjoy life.
The ancient snake gave the golden-haired youth behind it an approving smile, then gulped down a few more mouthfuls, instantly feeling much better.
Based on the information revealed by 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 Calydonian Hunt was a child's game?"
The more composed blond swordsman brother raised his hand to stop his sister from scolding him.
He then gently helped the weak figure to his feet, removed the helmet from the girl who had blended in with them, and questioned her.
"Are you alright, Helen?"
"Puff!"
Samael, who was drinking water, spat it all over Jason's face, looking on in astonishment.
Beneath the helmet, a delicate and pitiful face was revealed, with long, golden hair that resembled fragrant wheat ears, and an innate charm in every gesture.
"Friend, your reaction is a bit strange."
"Looks like an unexpected accident?"
The Twin Swordsmen looked up, frowned, and locked their gaze on Samael.
"Brother Castor, Sister Pollux, he just saved me, he won't mean me 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, then turned and walked towards its teammates, including Atalanta, without even looking up.
TM, the most beautiful woman in Greece, Helen of Sparta?
She really is that wicked and treacherous vixen!
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 Sparta rule? They're the two current heirs to the Spartan King, and also Helen's twin brother and sister?
I remember now, I... no... it was Theseus came to Athens to reclaim his sister Helen after kidnapping Helen at the Temple of Artemis, wasn't that the twin gods?
Good heavens! After going through all this trouble, 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 Subordinate God!
Yes, that's reasonable and well-founded.
Samael was in a state of confusion, his expression shifting constantly.
Just as he was letting loose and drifting away into the sky, his hand suddenly loosened, and the water bag he was holding forward was casually taken by Atalanta, who tilted his head back and drank deeply.