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More than ten minutes later, Samael looked at the Amazon Queen Hippolyta with a strange expression.

He was right; these women really were there to rape him.

Amazon, also translated as Amazon, is the land of women.

But they were not the typical gentle and alluring women who depended on men; rather, they were strong and martial female warriors, and conquering them was a dangerous dream that every Greek Heroes had.

The Amazon is located on the banks of the Termedon River in Asia Minor. Its land features both broad plains and dense jungles, as well as snow-capped, crystal-clear mountains and long, flat coastlines.

The complex terrain and environment fostered the Amazons' nature of conquering nature and their fierce and courageous spirit.

Here, the usual gender roles are reversed, with nine sisters headed by Queen Hippolyta.

Hippolyta, the Queen of the Amazons, is said to be able to draw Apollo's bow, pierce the armor forged by Hephaestus, ride Poseidon's dragons, and pass through Zeus's thunderbolts! When she arrived draped in a blood-red battle robe and riding a bronze chariot, everyone seemed to see the goddess of war descend upon the world in the body of a woman.

She was the most beloved daughter of Ares among the nine sisters, the Britannia, most resolute, and wisest of the female warriors, and was bestowed with the [War God's Belt] by Ares as a symbol of power and glory.

Because they were the offspring of Ares, the Ares, God of War, and the Moon Goddess's Priestess, they possessed extraordinary talents and abilities, and thus, women, represented by them, held absolute power.

Normally, women live by plundering. They learn to fight and kill from a young age and grow up to become warriors who conquer all directions.

In order to reproduce and produce a superior bloodline, they abducted or traded men, took them to Amazon tribes to breed, and then threw them out after the mating was over.

If the offspring is a boy, he is killed or enslaved; if it is a girl, she is kept and raised to become a warrior like her.

Recently, the Amazons' most important day for procreation, known as the "Day of Procreation," is just around the corner.

Therefore, these female warriors groped the Greek city-states, intending to take some "local specialties" back for breeding. They would block the canyon leading to Arcadia, knock out passersby, grab any men they found attractive, tie them up like pigs, stuff them into boats, and transport them back to the Amazon.

According to the plan, the number of seedlings that need to be captured is actually almost enough.

At the same time, Queen Hippolyta and her sisters had also come of age and needed to "live".

How could those weaklings in the cabin, who were mostly ordinary people, be worthy of the noble demigod bloodline of the Queen and her sisters?

Therefore, after Hippolyta delivered the last batch of seedlings, at the urging of her sisters, she deliberately stayed a few more days, intending to catch a powerful male hero to take back for breeding.

The good news is that they met, two at a time.

The bad news is that the other side is too strong; they can't beat them.

With a dull thud, the burly figure bent his knees to release the force, then stood silently behind his employer, his joints relaxed, like a lion guarding its territory.

"Above..."

"As you requested, they are all still alive," Heracles replied calmly.

Hearing the burly man's deep voice in response, Hippolyta breathed a sigh of relief, her feelings a mix of emotions.

Heracles —she recognized this Great Hero who was famous throughout Greece.

The other pretty boy, seemingly harmless, not only possesses the Medusa's Shield, but after the artifact breaks through her defenses, he can also take her down with a single blow. He is probably a descendant of some god left behind on earth.

What's even stranger is that he was able to command Heracles and make this Great Hero do his bidding, which is simply unbelievable.

They've been ambushed and are now in trouble.

Heracles glanced at the Amazon Queen, who was also defeated and captured, her face ashen, and his brow furrowed slightly.

At this moment, Hippolyta, with her red hair flowing freely, was bound to a rock in a strange posture. Golden and black runic ropes formed from ether, like venomous snakes, wrapped around her body several times, forming a symmetrical pattern resembling a tortoise shell, squeezing out alluring cleavage from the woman's originally rather barren peaks.

"You'd better not treat her like a woman. If you try to physically abuse them, be careful this wolf goes mad and bites off your manhood, making you unable to be a man anymore."

The demigod bodyguard hesitated slightly, then couldn't help but offer a reminder.

Samael, who had inadvertently revealed his binding skills, coughed repeatedly and snapped his fingers to dispel the magical golden-black rope.

Hippolyta rubbed her sore and swollen wrists and ankles, making no attempt to hide her movements in front of the enemy as a warm-up.

"If you run away, I'll have Heracles kill all eight of them lying on top."

Samael narrowed his eyes slightly, and was equally frank.

A head-on confrontation is definitely out of the question; if they try to run, they might be able to put up a fight by taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain.

The question is, can she really escape?

Heracles, on the other side, was once the champion who crushed demigods, defeated gods, and dominated multiple championship titles at the Olympus.

In the realm of long-distance running, even Hermes, the God of Speed, and his descendants deeply admired Heracles.

I'm afraid that as soon as she has this thought, she won't get very far before she's caught and humiliated.

Moreover, she could only bring two sisters with her at most; the fate of the others who were left here was predictable.

Hippolyta pondered for a moment, then gave up her struggle, turned around, pursed her lips, and walked to Samael, the Lord of the Nile.

"How about we make a trade? I can become your war trophy, I will never resist and will do whatever I want with you, and you need to spare my sisters."

As the night breeze blew, the long red hair was gently lifted. Under Samael's gaze, he was unconsciously struck by a strange feeling. The outline of this face gradually overlapped with a certain image in his memory.

"Dumb?"

With a dazed look in its eyes, the ancient snake murmured unconsciously.

"It seems you're quite interested in me. You've agreed to this deal?"

The cold question from the other side, and the delicate warmth from her fingertips, made Samael realize that he was unknowingly raising his hand to lightly and disrespectfully stroke the contours of the Amazon Queen's cheek.

Startled awake, the ancient snake awkwardly withdrew its attack, then turned the tables and took control.

"This deal is too demanding for you. Let's hear my terms instead."

"Um?"

"I can let you nine sisters leave together, but you need to swear an oath to Goddess of Oaths Styx, promising to release the captured seedlings when you return to Amazon."

"But without seedlings, the Amazon's population will decline rapidly, and we..."

Hearing Hippolyta's hesitation, Samael abruptly interrupted and asked indifferently.

"With the increasing number of Amazon Warrior due to the raiding of men over the years, how much has the number risen?"

"This..."

Hippolyta's breath hitched, and she fell silent.

Clearly, through this method of reproduction, the number of Amazon Warrior did not increase much. In fact, during repeated raids, they clashed with the Greek city-states, and several wars resulted in the deaths and injuries of many of her sisters, leading to a decline in the population.

"What if I could help you solve this problem?"

Samael looked at Hippolyta with a deep gaze, her tone solemn.