Ares, Be a Good Dog 2/2

"Whoosh!"

As the eerie and chilling atmosphere reached its peak, a streak of black light was thrown from Samael's hand, like a venomous snake baring its fangs in the darkness.

Oh no!

Ares a chill run down his spine, a sense of unease rising in his mind, and a dull ache emanated from the spot on his brow.

"Damn it, don't underestimate me!"

The God of War roared in fury, and in desperation, he gripped the Sword of the God of War tightly with his right hand and parried with an upward slash.

"Boom!"

The two violent streams of ether collided violently, causing the surrounding space to collapse rapidly before exploding with a booming, twisted, and twisted motion.

Ares, the first to bear the brunt, suffered numerous wounds on his body. His blood-soaked body plummeted downwards, and even the Sword of the God of War dimmed with a mournful cry and slipped from his grasp.

The sea beasts that tasted the power of divine blood on the surface of the sea became even more frenzied under the stimulation of the power. Like sardines, they crowded around Ares's landing point. Some even shook their tails and leaped out of the water, their gaping maws filled with jagged, sharp teeth, as if they wanted to devour this divinely bestowed beauty, leaving no flesh or blood behind.

"Get out of my way!"

Ares, after all, was one of the twelve Olympus Twelve Olympians. After recovering from his brief dizziness, he realized that so many sea beasts were eyeing his Jupiter, and he was immediately enraged, his divine power surging.

Those monsters affected by the Bloody Dominion had their bodies pierced by sharp energy, causing them to explode and die. The pervasive blood mist instantly flowed into the pores of the God of War like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea, and his wounds healed rapidly, his lost strength quickly recovering.

We will fight to sustain our strength, and grow stronger with each battle!

As long as he has enough blood and energy, and as long as the berserk energy continues, he can use these baits to survive until the very end.

He can lose, but he won't lose forever!

Ares' eyes blazed with intense fire, and he gradually descended into a state of frenzy.

"Laugh!"

However, before the God of War could gather his strength, a sharp blade pierced through the outer blood cocoon with unstoppable force. The cold spear tip precisely struck Ares's core in the chest, and blood gushed from the skin cut open by the spearhead.

With just a little effort, that overwhelming power would leave Olympus without a chief god.

What merit is there in a defeated general to speak of bravery?

If you want to win, the winner will give you a chance to turn things around!

Samael lowered his eyes, too lazy to look at Ares's angry and unwilling expression, and sneered inwardly.

However, it's a pity...

The ancient serpent slowly sheathed its spear, and the fragment of the Goddess of Wisdom that was attached to its body detached and floated forward, its voice majestic yet slightly mocking.

"What, you can't accept defeat again, Ares?"

"Shut up! Athena! You have usurped my power of victory, divided my divine throne of war, and now you want to incite these ants to steal the offerings that mortals have made to me? This shame can only be washed away with bloodshed!"

"Come on, Ares. I thought that even though you suffered repeated defeats, you were still a true god who dared to challenge yourself and authority, and who possessed the wildness of a wolf. Now it seems that you are nothing more than a coward who only dares to vent his anger on the weak! A stray dog who only knows how to bar his teeth at the wronged passersby!"

"Whether it's the power of victory or the divine position of war, it was all forced upon me by your dear father. Don't you really know that?"

The phantom of the Goddess of Wisdom, rising from the Subordinate God, narrowed its eyes and stared coldly. The sharp and penetrating light within its eyes made Ares subconsciously turn his head away.

"Furthermore, the Argonaut Expedition was an oracle of Zeus; those mortals who traveled there repeatedly escaped danger unscathed, all thanks to the protection of Olympus; and their arrival at Colchis and the taking of your Golden Fleece was based on the divine mandate of the King of Gods!"

"It's laughable that, despite your own divine authority dwindling and your faith withering away, and you being the biggest victim, you even resort to sealing off the seas and sneaking around like this, fearing discovery and punishment from your 'good father,' to vent your anger on pawns like Argonauts!"

Ares's face was gloomy, his clenched steel teeth grinding together as he gave a muffled, cold snort.

"Shut up! Don't even think about trying to sow discord between me and Father God!"

"You may treat him as your father, but he may not treat you as his son. Don't forget, you are the son of Hera and Zeus, the purest King of Gods Bloodline!"

The curse flowing in your very bones is that your father dies and your son takes his place. So why are you being targeted time and time again? Don't you understand?

Perhaps, only on the day you are no longer here will he be able to sleep peacefully.

Hearing such hurtful words, Ares couldn't help but recall Aphrodite's warning. Ares opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't rush to refute her as usual, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"Alright, you've almost exhausted all the power you've sealed here. Before Zeus finds out, go back to Olympus. We don't really have any deep-seated hatred for each other. If I kill you, your father might be happier. I'm too lazy to do that kind of thing."

The phantom of the Goddess of Wisdom waved its hand listlessly, and as the fragment of Athena's spirit faded and dissipated, Athena's playful whisper echoed in Ares's ears.

"Finally, here's a piece of advice: whether you choose to be a wolf or a dog is entirely up to you, but it's best not to waver between the two, lest you end up neither a wolf nor a dog, and neither side will like you."

Honestly, if you want to live longer, you'd better keep your tail between your legs, be a good dog, and don't jump out and bite people.

Otherwise, who knows how much longer your good father will tolerate you?

Ares stood in mid-air for a long, long time, his ten fingers curled inward and clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms, and a smear of scarlet blood seeping from between his fingers.

And the moment the flames of blood within him ceased boiling, the Sword of the God of War, which had fallen into the sea, seemed to be summoned, ringing as it flew back into the hand of this God of War.

As Ares raised his hand to signal the Colchis fleet to withdraw, the God of War lowered his eyes and sneered.

I am no one's dog, never have been!

It's finally over...

Blocked from perception by the divine realm, King of Colchis, who could only anxiously observe from the outer edge, watched as his worshipped god returned and issued a divine decree to return home. His tense nerves immediately relaxed, and he was overjoyed to be alive.

As for Mount of Ares, he hopes that his daughter is indeed on that ship, and perhaps Medea can become a bridge to ease tensions between the two sides in the future.

Meanwhile, the Argo struggled to maintain stability, while the heroes waited anxiously on deck.

It's here!

When the genius singer Orpheus's gaze fell upon the figure that seemed to break through the storm's blockade like a shooting star, he was so excited that the notes on the conch shell he was playing suddenly went astray.

The light curtain, governed by a fixed musical score, twisted for a moment before quickly closing down.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Pegasus suddenly flapped its wings and sped through the blockade, safely delivering its master to the deck of the Argo.

"Hey! Hurry! We can't hold them off from behind!"

As soon as Samael dismounted, he shouted a warning with a look of anxiety and tension.

"Where... where?"

Jason, upon hearing this bad news, gasped for breath and, as was his habit, turned to Samael, the favorite of the Goddess of Wisdom, for advice.

"The way out is right ahead! Charge in! Nobody will know where we are!"

Samael took the fish-scale nautical chart that Orion threw down from the lookout tower and showed it to the captain, while pointing the course ahead at the huge, dark whirlpool.

The Eye of the Tide Sea? Are you... joking?

Rushing headlong into the whirlpool, isn't that just sending myself to feed the fish? Jason couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Hurry! It'll be too late if we wait any longer! Trust me!"

As Samael kept glancing back and urging him on with furrowed brows, Jason hardened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and swung his sword forward.

Moments later, the Argo, which had crashed into the Eye of the Tide Sea, trembled violently. Even with Magecraft protective spells, the ship still emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Immediately following, a strong feeling of weightlessness followed, and the Argo seemed to fall into an abyss, plummeting suddenly. However, after the altitude dropped to a certain level, the ship was slightly lifted upward by the strange force around the vortex, and the downward trend gradually stabilized.

Samael vaguely felt as if he were riding a roller coaster, passing through narrow tunnels of varying widths.

The ancient serpent squinted and looked up. In the light reflected by the azure water, it exchanged a nod with Artemis and Orion on the watchtower, a hint of relief and joy appearing in its eyes.

Guo Xin! Spatial Curve!

The seemingly most dangerous [Eye of the Tide Sea] is actually the entrance to a mysterious area!