The Inescapable Appeal 1/2

Atalanta's thirst gradually subsided. She raised her hand to wipe the water droplets that had slid down her lips and chin, and looked around at the battlefield.

At this moment, Samael's eyes lingered for a moment on her moist lips, which resembled the fragrance of rose petals, and on her jade-like neck, which was stained with a few damp marks. His tongue subconsciously licked his slightly dry lips and teeth.

He found himself feeling thirsty again.

"This is the demonic boar that has plagued Calydon for over a decade? It's nothing special."

The younger sister of the Twin Swordsmen stepped forward and kicked the giant demonic boar, which was seven or eight meters tall, with a contemptuous expression.

"That can't be right. I heard from the old hunters in Calydon that the demon boar was already over ten meters tall two years ago, and its whole body was covered with red and blue demonic patterns and mane."

Therefore, whether it's a small herd of wild boars nearby showing signs of demonic possession, or these three are likely just descendants of that Divine Favor Monster with inferior bloodlines.

Jason, who had laid his shield down and was resting on it, casually retorted, then rubbed his temples with both hands, adding with a troubled expression and a very firm tone.

"Let me tell you, the feeling of dread I'm still alive hasn't gone away. That demonic boar is probably still alive!"

Samael stroked his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he looked at Jason.

In dangerous situations, this kid not only thinks quickly, but his talent for sensing danger also kicks in, making him quite useful as a danger signal detector.

"That's right. If this demon boar were so easy to deal with, Prince of Calydon wouldn't have needed to gather all the heroes of Greece to participate in the hunt."

The ancient serpent pulled its spear from the eye socket of the large demonic boar, cleaned and recycled it, and at the same time opened its lips to express its opinion.

Atalanta withdrew her gaze from the battlefield, a hint of approval in her eyes for Samael, before approaching a group from Sparta and asking them in a deep voice.

"Having been in the dense forest for so long, besides the demonic boars, have you been attacked by any other types of magical beasts?"

The twin swordsmen frowned and recalled for a moment, then looked at each other and shook their heads in succession.

"We were in a similar situation, only suffering one attack from other monsters on the outskirts, but I dealt with it easily."

The Huntress nodded in response, her gaze becoming more serious.

"Based on my experience living in the forest, the concentration of ether here is enough to nurture more than a dozen kinds of magical beast races, but we can't even see a shadow of them now."

The brother and sister seemed to have thought of something; their pupils contracted, and their voices became slightly hoarse.

"You mean, they were all..."

"... The demonic boar has preyed on you?!"

Circe to the side, wrinkled her delicate nose, hugged her staff tightly, and nodded solemnly.

"I feel the same way, it's probably true! The animal ecosystem here has been completely destroyed. That demonic boar has completely taken over this forest, and it seems to be constantly reproducing and multiplying!"

Caenis scratched her head, a sinister smile spreading across her face.

"So, there are quite a few demonic boars like these, and after devouring other species of demonic beasts, their strength should be quite considerable? Wouldn't that mean we could go on a killing spree?"

The group instinctively ignored the battle maniac's wild ramblings, nodded in agreement, and gathered together to discuss the matter.

They were still halfway to the heart of the dense forest, but the horde of demonic boars on the outskirts forced them to take the situation seriously. They could imagine that what lay inside was a troublesome thing that would require the combined efforts of all the heroes to solve perfectly.

Besides, pigs are very prolific breeders; who knows how many offspring are inside them?

However, both the Sparta squad on the other side and Samael's group have a vulnerable member who needs protection.

Samael glanced at the young man with the golden chin who was forcing the alliance with a dry laugh, and his lips curled down in a helpless smirk.

Of course, on his own side, he was referring to Jason, not Circe.

The Sparta leader, the Twin Swordsmen, though arrogant, were not fools. They readily agreed to join Samael and the others, hoping to support each other.

The following passage confirmed everyone's guesses.

Wave after wave of demonic boars, some over a meter tall and others nearly ten meters, charged out from every corner of the forest, howling as they attacked them.

Fortunately, the group was well-prepared, and after slaughtering wave after wave of demonic boars, they advanced without any major incidents.

Samael roughly calculated that they had killed at least four or five hundred small magical pigs, seventy or eighty medium-sized magical pigs, and a dozen or so large magical pigs, which was equivalent to slaughtering a small pig farm.

This is just the battle between their two teams. If we add everything together, Samael estimates that several thousand large and small wild boars would be wiped out.

Good heavens, thankfully Prince of Calydon gathered all the heroes of Greece.

Otherwise, with too few people, even if they successfully kill the divine-favored demonic boar, the remaining offspring will run away outside, which would be a great disaster for ordinary people.

However, due to underestimating the boars' reproductive capacity and population size, the group's resources were quickly depleted. Atalanta's arrows had already been retrieved twice, and many had broken arrowheads and fallen fletchings, severely affecting their lethality and accuracy.

In addition, Samael's spear and shield, Jason's longsword, and the weapons and equipment of the two Sparta Divine Blood Warrior all showed signs of damage, and Circe's magic was almost depleted.

As night approached, Prince of Calydon contacted all the teams, pleading with them to postpone their advance for safety reasons, hold out for the night, and continue sweeping through the dense forest the next day.

During this time, supplies such as arrows and Magic Potion will be transported from the rear to replenish the supplies.

After a brief discussion, most of the dozen or so teams agreed on this prudent approach and set up camp on the spot, waiting for supplies and the final assault the next day.

Because Circe was with them, she easily completed the task of setting up the camp using Magecraft.

Furthermore, this great Witch fully utilized her talents in "Territory Creation" and "Item Creation," carving a Magecraft protective ring around the camp and summoning several rock golems for vigilance and defense.

Despite their haughty and reserved demeanor, the Spartan Twins couldn't escape the "law of true fragrance" and comfortably moved into the workshop created by Circe.

As the campfire was lit, to be on the safe side, the two teams drew lots to be matched and took turns keeping watch.

Ultimately, Atalanta and the younger sister of the twin swordsmen teamed up, while Jason and the older brother joined forces.

The two twin siblings, who were about to be separated, held hands affectionately and seemed reluctant to part, while also harboring deep resentment towards their temporary partner, as if they had been forcibly torn apart.

In short, it's quite baffling, as if they're afraid others won't know about their deep-seated brother-complex and sister-complex attributes as Twin Swordsmen.

Speaking of which, this kind of slightly distorted relationship should be enough to warrant a visit to a German orthopedic clinic, right?

Samael muttered to himself, staring at the numbered bamboo sticks in his hand, speechless as he looked at the Sparta prince across from him, who was walking toward him with a hint of embarrassment.

How did he end up with that vixen again? Are you kidding me?