Pulling Off a Brilliant Move 2/2

Jason regained his composure, using his dodging skills to wear down the Divine Bulls. Taking advantage of their slowed movements and momentary apprehension, he mustered his courage and pounced, grabbing their horns and dragging them forcefully towards the bronze plowshare yoke.

The Divine Bulls struggled desperately, its nostrils spewing flames and sparks, but the challenger, coated with ointment, possessed boundless strength and was impervious to swords and spears. The two monsters could only watch helplessly as they were dragged to the side of the bronze plow.

Immediately, Jason, in a triumphant manner, kicked their front hooves twice, and the Divine Bulls immediately cried out in pain and knelt on the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, this brilliant challenger immediately lifted the bronze plow yoke and harnessed it to the two animals.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up his longsword and slapped it hard on the rump of the Divine Bulls. The two beasts roared in pain and ran wildly, dragging the bronze plow yoke behind them, which dug deep furrows.

The priests of the Temple of Ares, with a cold snort from King of Colchis, immediately threw two boxes of dragon teeth shed by the poisonous dragon into the sacred field.

Jason, his confidence soaring, decisively swung his sword and cleaved open the box. With one hand on the bronze plowshare and the other scattering the dragon's teeth, he quickly cultivated all four acres of sacred land.

Once the bronze yoke that had been suppressing them was removed, the two panting Divine Bulls, their eyes filled with fear, turned tail and fled in the blink of an eye, disappearing back into the cave.

After the seeds were sown, the priests surrounding the sacred field, as was customary, chanted divine words in unison, burned incense, and prayed to Ares.

Time passed slowly, and as the sun set, rustling sounds came from the earth. One by one, humanoid monsters clad in armor, wielding bone knives, and composed entirely of bone, pushed through the soil and crawled out of the cracks. Their pitch-black eye sockets gathered and lit up with ghostly blue soul flames.

At this moment, Jason, having overcome the first hurdle, stealthily moved toward the edge of the sacred field, and took out a Chloe bottle tied to his inner pocket, secretly pouring the liquid inside into his mouth.

Born! The Dragon Tooth Soldiers — Spartos!

Most of the Colchis watching focused their attention on the majestic and solemn Dragon Tooth Soldiers, their faces revealing bloodthirsty and excited smiles, eager to witness a bloody sacrifice offered to the gods.

Looking at the dozen or so Dragon Tooth Soldiers that had been summoned, and the shimmering light on their bodies and the intense killing intent emanating from them, King Aeetes, who had previously looked gloomy, couldn't help but sneer and raise the corners of his lips, his eyes flashing with a hint of pleasure and sinister intent.

Hmph, you relied on external objects to get what you wanted. You're lucky that the two Divine Bulls couldn't trample you to death. So what?

Kid, you've angered the gods. The number of Dragon Tooth Soldiers is twice as many as usual, and they're also possessed by Mad Enhancement divine favor. Even I'm not confident I can take care of them all.

This time, you're dead...

Huh? Where's that bastard?!

King Aeetes looked around and was taken aback to find Jason missing from the sacred field where Dragon Tooth Soldiers stood in the setting sun.

Click... Click...

Amidst the grating sound of bones grinding together, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers awoke one by one, their burning soul flames flickering more intensely. The oppressive atmosphere grew increasingly tense and stagnant, and subtle commotions arose from among the monstrous soldiers.

"Come out! Why are you hiding! The Holy Field of the God of War despises the cowardly!"

King Aeetes, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, roared in fury, berating the challenger for his cowardice.

"Bang!"

Just then, as if in response to this question, a stone mysteriously rose up and then smashed into the head of a Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

Click!

The Dragon Tooth Soldiers's shinbone twitched painfully, and the soul fire in his eyes burned fiercely from the blow, his anger and rage gushing from his eye sockets.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The moment the monster turned its head, several stones were scattered and smashed onto the heads of the other Dragon Tooth Soldiers in the field.

"Roar!!!"

A piercing roar, the sound of jaws rubbing together, erupted from the group of Dragon Tooth Soldiers. The four monsters who had been ambushed by the stone swung their weapons and slashed in the direction from which it had come.

Along the way, obstacles such as grass, trees, soil, rocks, and even fellow Dragon Tooth Soldiers were all hacked and slashed.

"Roar! Roar!"

These soldiers, with their venomous dragon teeth, were provoked into action like wound-up machines, their emotions running high as they roared and began to slaughter each other, annihilating any threat within their perception range.

Instantly, a deafening roar erupted over the sacred field, sand and stones rained down, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

This is a sacrifice offered to Ares, the God of War. Their mission is to engage in sublime and fanatical battles, whether against living beings or against their own kind.

As the battle reached its most intense stage, more than 10 of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers were gone, and each one was missing or incomplete.

"Monster, prepare to die!"

The transparent air distorted with the hazy twilight, revealing Jason's figure. He lifted the shield covering Jason, drew his longsword, and roared triumphantly as he charged into the field. Jason, taking advantage of being well-rested, quickly plunged his bronze sword into the skull of the last Dragon Tooth Soldiers, shattering the soul flames within.

"Your Majesty, I have already done the first thing you asked for: subdued the two Divine Bulls, cultivated the sacred fields, planted the poisonous dragon's teeth, and killed all the Dragon Tooth Soldiers that grew out."

Jason swaggered up to the field, laid down his sword and shield, and bowed proudly and gracefully to King Aeetes.

This... this works?

The Colchis, who had been expecting a bloody battle, were stunned by the sight of the bone fragments scattered on the ground and the guy who had won by speculation. They were immediately enraged and began to hurl their bets at the sacred field while cursing.

King of Colchis, whose plans had failed, turned ashen-faced.

"You have blasphemed this Holy War!"

"How can it be called blasphemy? What distinguishes humans from beasts is their ability to use intelligence. Your King, you didn't tell him not to use his brain."

"A win is a win. Surely our Colchis wouldn't go back on their word?"

Samael, hidden among the crowd, used seductive words to incite rebuttal and stir up trouble.

Furthermore, some residents who bet on outsiders to win, just for fun, secretly egged them on for their own benefit.

This impeccable reason left King of Colchis and many spectators speechless, forcing them to reluctantly admit the truth under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

In fact, the scheme of hiding, taking advantage of the Dragon Tooth Soldiers' characteristics to make them kill each other, and then jumping out to take advantage was actually the work of that wicked Samael.

This method is also quite well-founded.

In the early Golden Age, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers already existed, and their name was "Spartos," meaning "the one who sows."

This legend is also related to Athena.

Once upon a time, Cadmus, the Phoenicia prince, encountered Ares's dragon while searching for his sister Europa. To save himself, he killed it and, following Athena's advice, pulled out its teeth and planted them in the earth.

Some warriors grew out of the dragon's teeth. After Cadmus carefully stepped back, they began to fight each other. In the end, only 5 remained. The prince subdued them and helped him build Cadmea.

Therefore, these Dragon Tooth Soldiers kill each other, leaving only the strongest to survive; it's truly their nature.

Samael took advantage of this, and with the help of Circe's Magic Potion, he was absolutely confident that Jason could go on this mission alone.

As expected, everything went smoothly.

So now, only the poisonous dragon of Ares Lin is left.

This level might be simpler.

After all, the big guy guarding the Golden Fleece seems to be called— the Colchian Dragon?