Chest-Exploding Strike 1/3
On the desolate wilderness, two warhorses, one black and one white, carrying their respective masters, galloped wildly, kicking up two trails of grass and mud in a cloud of dust.
A black arc swept in from behind, and amidst the neighing of horses and men, the Amazon Warrior, their eyes bloodshot, launched a pursuit and interception of the two despicable outsiders. Taking advantage of their superior numbers and familiarity with the terrain, they relentlessly pursued them.
Is this never going to end?!
Samael dodged a javelin flashing with a sharp, white-gold arc of light, then stared at the thing that had exploded into a cone-shaped crater more than ten meters wide on the side. His face darkened, and he gave it a sharp, piercing glance.
Among the Amazons, the female pitcher with long, slender, fair arms and an elegant demeanor felt a sudden tightness in her heart, followed by intense humiliation, which made her glare at the person with anger and coldness.
It seems you're not going to give up until I teach you a lesson!
Samael frowned and snorted coldly. He handed the reins to Hippolyta, whispered a few words in her ear, then jumped off his horse and shouted to the side, gesturing with his arms outstretched.
"Heracles!"
Hercules immediately understood, grabbed his employer's arm, and pulled him onto the back of the Harpy Horse, where the two rode together.
"I'll control the horse, you're in charge of the attack. See that gossipy Amazons? Take her down!"
With a low growl, a sinister look appeared in Samael's eyes.
Heracles immediately turned around, just as he drew the bronze longbow given to him by Athena, and the arrows smeared with the poisonous droppings of the Stymphalusian bird.
At the same time, Samael quietly placed one hand on the back of the Hercules, and his eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, revealing mysterious and obscure golden characters.
Immediately, Heracles' body stretched into an exaggerated arc, and surging divine power poured into it, turning the entire bronze bow a deep golden color. An obscure power from the darkness passed through his body, merging with the arrow and attaching itself to it.
Destiny - Collapse!
In the instant that Samael pondered, Heracles had a sudden inspiration. He immediately drew his bow and released the blue-gold arrow, which, like a roaring, angry dragon, arrived before the instigator with lightning speed.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the divine power barrier surrounding the instigator immediately crumbled into fragmented, transparent spots of light.
The next moment, the bronze arrow pierced straight into the elegant woman's left breast. The excruciating pain of tearing flesh and corroding toxins caused her to groan in agony and fall backward off her horse.
She was about to use her divine power to avoid the charging iron hooves when, unbeknownst to her, spiderweb-like golden cracks had spread from her wounds to her entire body.
With each trampling and impact of the warhorses, the graceful woman's body, like a crystal shattered on the ground, instantly exploded, turning into countless specks of crystalline dust that drifted away in all directions amidst the ensuing Aether Storm.
Startled, the Amazons were thrown into disarray. When they finally regrouped, they were shocked to find that their target had already fled far away and disappeared from their sight.
By the way, aren't we at the port? What are we doing here?
Before they knew it, the women came to their senses, feeling as if their minds were blank and a certain memory had become blurred.
Save the Queen! Two despicable outsiders have kidnapped the Queen!
It wasn't until several tens of minutes later that they managed to piece together their thoughts. When they recalled the frenzied attacks during the chase, ignoring the collateral damage, the women turned pale with fear.
The eight leaders who had come together were also bewildered by their loss of control.
At this moment, looking around, they realized that the group had already penetrated deep into the heart of Greece.
Once daybreak, such a large force, if discovered by the various city-states, would likely be interpreted by the Greeks as a signal to war, prompting them to launch a pursuit and interception.
After a discussion, the eight leaders decided that four of them would lead the main force to retreat first, Penthesilea and the remaining three sisters would continue the pursuit, looking for an opportunity to rescue their Queen.
However, after the lessons learned in the canyon and this time, they had to admit that defeating those two guys head-on was unlikely.
For the sake of the Queen, they had no choice but to outsmart her and sneak up on her.
Since things have come to this point, we can only proceed with the more prudent approach.
The eight leaders looked at each other and nodded, then separated and went off to receive their orders.
As night faded and a sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon, hundreds of miles away in the wilderness, amidst a patch of bushes with a water source, the three dismounted their warhorses, untied them, and let their mounts drink and rest on their own.
After a night of commotion, all three of them were exhausted, and each sat down under a tree.
Samael and Heracles, who had come together, looked at each other and burst into hearty laughter.
This is what blasphemy feels like! Interesting, very interesting!
Hippolyta, looking completely bewildered, stood there dumbfounded, not quite understanding what was going on.
Hercules raised his hand and patted his employer's shoulder lightly, somewhat helplessly. "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."
Samael replied casually, "What are you talking about implicating me? Those crazy women aren't targeting you specifically."
So, are they really only targeting me?
After a moment, Hercules seemed to think of something, and a gloomy look returned to his face. He said with a wry smile, "I think we should go our separate ways from now on. Forget about protecting you to Athens, it seems that it's even less safe for you to stay with me."
Samael raised his hand and pressed down on Heracles's raised shoulder, rolling his eyes and humming softly.
"If you leave, how embarrassing will it be for me to go to Athens? Don't worry, that guy has suffered a bit and won't have time to cause us trouble for a while."
"You guessed it?"
"Who else in this world could be so hostile towards you besides her? Don't forget that I worship the Goddess of Wisdom."
The ancient serpent spoke with certainty and pride, but its gaze toward Heracles held a hint of pity as it uttered a Divine Name that, for this Hercules, was synonymous with pain and torment.
Queen Hera!
This white-armed goddess is the protector of marriage, childbirth, and women. However, due to her strong desire for control and the curse cast by Aphrodite, the goddess of love, she spends all her time trying to stop her husband from cheating and to murder Zeus's lovers and children.
Of all Zeus's children, the most tragic was undoubtedly the Great Hero Heracles.
Heracles' father was Zeus, and her mother was Perseus Constellation, the granddaughter of Perseus and wife of Amphitryon Alcmene, King Thebes.
Before Alcmene gave birth, Zeus decided that the first child born that day, a descendant of Perseus, would rule Mycenae.
Queen Hera, the queen of the gods, was jealous that Alcmene had become her husband's mistress. Zeus had prophesied to the gods that his son had a bright future and would achieve great things. Therefore, she also hated Heracles. As the goddess of childbirth, Hera abused her power to delay Alcmene's childbirth.
Meanwhile, Hera caused Eurystheus, another grandson of Perseus, to be born prematurely. As a result, Heracles, who was born a moment later, missed out on the throne and was forced to serve his cousin Eurystheus, King King.
But Hera's persecution of this Hercules went far beyond that.