The "Cuteness" That Made His Hands Itch 1/2

"Boom!"

The Golden Stream and the blood-red storm collided violently, constantly creating halos in mid-air.

Samael gripped the reins of Pegasus with one hand and tucked his Cross Spear under his arm with the other. Using the strength of his waist, abdomen, wrists, and elbows, he thrust and stabbed, constantly searching for the weak point that enveloped Ares's blood storm.

Hiss hiss hiss!

The spiraling, jet-black spear tip frantically sucked and compressed the surrounding ether, forming ferocious, venomous pythons that viciously tore off layers of cocoon membranes from the blood-red wind pillar that pierced the heavens and earth.

Athena!

Before long, the Berserker God of War, whose power defenses were broken through as easily as peeling an onion, charged forward on his Dragon Beast. The humiliating memories stirred in his mind, causing him to grit his teeth and roar, wielding the God of War sword in his hand and slashing forward with all his might.

Ta-da!

A sharp, metallic clang resounded, crackling like popping beans, as immense divine power exploded into arcs of light, illuminating the entire crimson-gray sky and distorting and spreading the etheric Aether Torrent, causing giant waves to pile up one after another.

Pursuing the Colchis fleet was like ants crawling on fallen leaves to survive in a giant wave. On this vast sea, the tiny creatures had no place to live and were in danger of capsizing at any moment.

King of Colchis and his son, riding their dragon chariots, had not even approached the core of the divine battlefield. The residual power of the dragons, even just from their outer perimeter, was enough to make the normally majestic and ferocious Dragon Beast tremble like timid quails. No matter how the Riding whipped them, they desperately tucked their wings and hesitated to move forward.

Immediately afterwards, another powerful Aether Storm swept in, and several dragon chariots, impacted by divine might, creaked and swayed as they crashed onto the sea surface.

Gazing at the ferocious sea monsters with their gaping maws raging beneath the crimson sea, King of Colchis immediately abandoned his dragon chariot and, using the recoil, leaped onto the deck of his own fleet.

Their sons, who were born with divine blood, followed suit, using Dragon Beast as stepping stones and ruthlessly sacrificing pawns to save the king.

Immediately, the Dragon Beast, still under the influence of the divine power and unable to control themselves, suffered a series of misfortunes. They were dragged into the deep water by a large number of gathered sea beasts and turned into a feast for the sea beasts.

Due to their unfavorable environment, these ferocious species of sky monsters were quickly devoured amidst painful screams and the sounds of flesh being torn apart, reduced to pale skeletons with hardly any flesh left, floating miserably on the sea surface.

Seeing the bloody end of those mounts, even King of Colchis, who had fought for decades and was confident in his bravery, felt a chill run down his spine.

The leaky house was hit by rain, and with the arrival of huge waves, the three warships collided, tearing narrow gashes in each other's hulls. Seawater rushed into the cabins, and the ships quickly disintegrated and capsized in the storm.

Because Ares was busy fighting his nemesis and had no time to restrain the sea monsters affected by Bloody Dominion, more and more out-of-control monsters began to target the remaining Colchis fleet in the vicinity.

Fortunately, apart from a few personal guards on the flagship, the main composition of the entire fleet was Ares's rather prestigious Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

Otherwise, the more people there are, the stronger the smell of blood will be, and these maddened sea monsters would have stuffed them all into their teeth long ago.

King of Colchis, clinging tightly to the gunwale, was filled with regret.

After the battle of Saint Lin, he realized the terrifying strength and background of the bandit gang on the Argo. Now that he had a way out, he didn't want to really fight them to the death.

After all, His King was not yet loyal enough to be devoted to Ares.

Initially, King of Colchis wanted to show his loyalty by making things difficult for the Argo Heroes. This was partly due to the hint from the berserker god, but also because as he grew older, the ritual of cultivating sacred fields, planting dragon teeth, and killing the warriors that grew out of the earth was becoming increasingly difficult for him.

Demigods are not gods after all; aging and death are inevitable hardships for them.

He feared that one day he would be too old and frail to complete the sacrifice and would be slaughtered by the swarming Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

Therefore, King of Colchis put on such a splendid performance in order to gain leverage from the Argo Heroes, please the berserker god, and free himself from the bloody sacrifices of fighting the Dragon Tooth Soldiers.

However, due to his overconfidence, he accidentally kicked a hot plate. Not only did he fail to win any chips, he almost lost his life prematurely.

With the tragic defeat of Colchian Dragon descended from Typhon, the Typhon of all demons, whom he had placed so much hope in, the old King who had taken the Olive Branch of fate from Mount of Ares had long since extinguished his initial aspirations.

Originally, the other side was quite kind, leaving him a way out and lifting the curse of being bound together with Golden Fleece, extending Olive Branch to the Mount of Ares.

The other party took the Golden Fleece, and he broke through the shackles of fate. Although it wasn't a happy ending for everyone, they both had a way to back down.

He had already made peace with that Athena's adopted son in private and smoothly sent those Plague God away.

But who would have thought that Ares, God of War, would suddenly go mad and become enraged, personally descending to lead the Colchis fleet and sailing out to sea to pursue these Argo Heroes.

Faced with a fierce god who could destroy him at the slightest disagreement, even if King of Colchis intended to withdraw, he could only be "loyal" and follow the chief god Ares into battle.

Unexpectedly, things have escalated to a point where even the Goddess of Wisdom Athena has personally descended to engage Ares in a fierce battle without backing down.

Given the current situation, it's no longer something these small fry can participate in.

But if he retreated, King of Colchis worried that Ares would seek revenge later and might recklessly follow him. He was also afraid that the Three Goddesses of Mount of Ares Meru, would take notice of him. He couldn't afford to offend either of the two true gods.

Currently, as the war between the gods intensifies, even the peripheral observers are finding it extremely dangerous for the Colchis fleet, leaving the old King in an even more precarious situation.

However, the situation on the battlefield soon made the choice for him.

Beast-like powers, superhuman Monstrous Strength!

Samael's eyes flashed with a crimson cross, his arm muscles bulged and bulged, and the spear in his palm suddenly plummeted downwards, deflecting Ares's horizontally held God of War sword with tremendous force, and shattering his left shoulder blade.

The force that pierced through his body was released from Ares's back, accompanied by the spray and vaporization of golden-red blood. The surrounding dark red clouds formed a "Great Rift Valley" that resembled a ravine in the sky!

Damn it! She only possessed a slight aura of divine descent, why is she so strong! Could it be that this woman was hiding several times her current strength?

Ares was filled with shame and anger, almost grinding his steel teeth to powder. He had nowhere to vent his intense humiliation.

Unfortunately, this berserker god was unaware that the trace of wisdom and divine authority attached to his opponent's body was merely a disguise.

The so-called vessel for the descent of the God is actually the most terrifying vessel.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Apollo and the Nine Muses, working together, were all defeated by this Primordial Serpent.

Now, after undergoing the trials of Pandora's Box, Samael has also acquired the name of the Creator God Orphic Cult Orpheus, the Ophion Serpent, making him even more powerful than before.

To arm wrestle him, one would need at least the level of Zeus's three brothers to pose a threat.

Ares was no match for Athena, whom he taught, let alone face his own teacher directly.

The lone god Olympus has even taken the initiative to blockade the sea area, cutting off nearby connections with Olympus...

Seriously, she's so cute and silly, it makes my hands itch to touch her!

At the same time, Samael narrowed his vertical pupils, leaned back, and drew his body into an exaggerated arc like a full moon bowstring, turning the cross- Cross Spear in his hand into a ready-to-fire crossbow bolt.

The three combined powers of fate, poison, and time were frantically poured into it, and one after another, jet-black divine runes lit up, forming a blazing, sinister black flame with a chilling killing intent that almost froze everything around.