Bloody Dominion, Authority of the God of War! 3/3

"It was my father, and my younger brother..."

Drawn to the sea view, Medea, who had unknowingly wandered to the stern of the ship, gazed at the vast fleet of hundreds of Dragon Tooth Soldiers and the two figures on the deck riding dragon chariots about to take off. She couldn't help but murmur in astonishment.

"It's not far from here to Colchis, so it's not too late to go back now."

Samael cracked his knuckles, stood quietly, and after a few thoughtful reminders, paused and casually picked up Circe, who was cowering like a quail.

"Oh, by the way, if your father asks, just say that she abducted you."

"What? She clearly wanted to run away from home, but she insisted on begging me..."

"Um?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was the one who kidnapped them!"

Circe instinctively bristled and retorted, but as soon as she looked up, her colorful eyes reflected the sinister, scrutinizing blood-red pupils. The Great Witch trembled, her voice slightly aggrieved, and she obediently bowed her head in the face of evil.

This fully demonstrates the results of Samael's years of teaching.

"Even if I were caught and taken back, I might be burned to death..."

But if... if this is Lord Theseus's will, I will obey. After all, you saved me, and I cannot let you be in danger because of my willfulness..."

Little Medea, recalling the cruelty of her father and brothers torturing prisoners, clutched the golden staff, her face pale, and mustered her courage to wail mournfully.

The little girl then sadly closed her purple eyes, her small body trembling slightly, like a little white rabbit lying obediently on a chopping board, waiting to be disemboweled.

"Smack!"

The crisp tapping sound struck the little Witch's smooth forehead, causing little Medea to clutch her head and cry out in pain.

"If you don't want to go back, then you don't want to go back. No one can force you to make a decision!"

Samael interrupted the little Witch's tragic drama, pointed to the approaching Dragon Tooth Soldiers fleet, and let out a weak hum.

Then, the ancient serpent raised its hand and grabbed Circe, dragging back a dead bird that was trying to escape along the ship's side. It looked down at Circe with a sinister gaze, its voice full of oppressive power.

"Why are you running? Since you're the one who abducted this little girl from Colchis, her safety on the road is in your hands."

If anything happens to her, I'll pluck all the hairs off your aunt!

It was clearly this brat who insisted on getting on the boat and running away from home. What does it have to do with anyone else?

Besides, she's so cute, and she's just a child, so please don't call me aunt! It makes me look older!

Circe felt deeply wronged and wanted to argue several times, but whenever her eyes met the sinister look deep in those vertical pupils, all her courage was reduced to resentment, and she hung her head and resigned herself to her fate.

A moment later, Samael, with a stern face, turned around and tapped little Medea on the head, reminding her again.

"The Argo and the Colchis fleet are about to go to war. Stay put and if anything happens, I won't have time to take care of you!"

"Lord Theseus, are you... are you worried about my situation?"

"Once you're on my ship, you're one of my crew members. I have an obligation to ensure your safety before we leave the ship!"

Samael responded solemnly, his tone stern.

Although he didn't really want to have any deep entanglement with Medea, this ticking time bomb.

But since it has already happened, he wouldn't just sell the little girl off.

Medea, who was still a little apprehensive, became more and more delighted and sweet as she listened. Her purple eyes widened, and amidst her excitement, a slight blush rose on her pretty face.

Lord Theseus just said that once you're on my ship, you're mine?

Is this a confession? Would it be too unreserved to just say yes?

Refusing would be too cruel!

Never mind, I'll just stay silent.

But if we don't speak up, does that mean we agree?

Her powerful imagination made the little girl's mind wander, her pretty face changing from joy to anger in an unpredictable way.

If a few more words were exchanged, this sensitive and quick-thinking Witch of the future would probably already be thinking about how many children she would have and what they would be named.

Before the little girl could even speak, Circe, who had become her part-time nanny, grabbed her niece and rushed into the boathouse to hide her, so as not to run into her older brother and nephew and cause any embarrassment.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

As the two Witch left the front line, Orion on the watchtower caught sight of the dense rain of arrows and immediately shouted a warning at the blazing Sorcery Array.

The surging Aether Tide swirled and vibrated, and on the hull of the Argo, large and small circles, positive and negative circles, nested layer upon layer, densely packed Sorcery Array rose and operated one after another, as if it were covered with layer upon layer of leather shields.

Immediately, a sound of air being torn apart arrived, and amidst the muffled clanging, the white bone arrows shot by the Dragon Tooth Soldiers were all deflected by the thick light barrier on the ship.

But in an instant, a sharp, piercing sound came, and several two-meter-long objects, the size of spears, made entirely of bronze, with sharp spikes on both sides, broke through the outer defenses of the Argo and roared in.

Magical Warriors!

Jason, inside the captain's cabin, gasped as he looked at the massive ballistae of the Colchis fleet displayed on their sides.

Fortunately, several top heroes, including Telamon, Peleus, and Heracles, were already scattered throughout the deck in preparation for any eventuality.

As the spear-shaped crossbow bolts rained down, they either drew their swords to slash, raised their shields to parry, or even grabbed them with their bare hands. With their terrifying strength, they quickly resolved the crisis.

As Jason watched as the Dragon Tooth Soldiers on the Colchis fleet turned the winches and reloaded the ballistae, while the priests and Magecraft on both sides were responsible for charging the magic crystals, and even King of Colchis himself drove the dragon chariot to lead the way, with hundreds of tamed Wyvern taking off one after another, Jason's face turned pale.

Have they gone mad? This is tantamount to using all of Colchis's national strength to launch a large-scale war against the Argo!

This is terrible!

"The Golden Fleece is in our hands. Don't linger in the fight. Move forward at full speed and leave them behind!"

Jason's heart pounded, and he sensed something was wrong. He drew his longsword and decisively called for his companions to retreat.

He was about to seize the throne, and he had no interest in going crazy with this old man.

At the same time, the clouds that spread from the front of the Colchis fleet quickly covered the entire nearby sea area, and the blood-red light bands fell like sharp swords.

Stirred by the scarlet glow, the seawater boiled and surged, with strings of bubbles rising one after another.

Splash... splash...

Amidst the rising and falling sounds of water, ferocious sea creatures such as eight-legged octopuses, giant squid, Leviathan Whale, and saw sharks emerge from the surface.

Driven by their bloodlust, they roared furiously, unleashing raging waves and engaging in a bloody battle, determined to devour every living creature around them.

In the heart of this bloody battlefield, the Argo charged left and right among these monsters, frequently suffering damage and causing the ship to shake violently.

In addition, with the bloody sacrifice, both the Wyvern troops in mid-air and the Dragon Tooth Soldiers on the deck were covered with a thick layer of scarlet armor under the increasingly dense blood aura.

Their reaction time, speed, strength, and desire to attack have all increased dramatically to an apparent degree.

This is... Bloody Dominion, the power of the God of War!

Samael sensed the frenzied rhythm permeating the crimson sea fog, his eyes narrowed, his expression cold and sluggish.

Hmph, no wonder there's such a big fuss.

Ares such a sore loser, he actually came in person!

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