Seasoned Bandits! They Were Definitely Seasoned Bandits!

The flagship of the Deep Sea Fleet and the Argo sailed into the harbor, where Samael and his crew, led by Triton, ascended the Interstellar City Mountain Range.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery broadened their horizons, eliciting gasps of amazement.

The mermaid prince was very hospitable and enthusiastically introduced a series of landmark buildings along the way, including Altar Street, Sky Garden, and Machine God Corridor.

Along the way, more and more soldiers dressed in gold, white and red armor and carrying metal swords and shields appeared. The ethereal energy they emitted was solemn and surging, causing many weaker heroes to frequently glance at them with fear.

These soldiers guarding Olympus seem to be several times stronger than the Atlantis soldiers on the previous Deep Sea Fleet, and have already shown signs of possessing the strength of ordinary heroes.

In the Machine God Corridor with its Romanesque arches, Samael slowed his pace slightly, glancing at Jason, who was secretly tugging at his clothes.

"Dude, ever since I entered the Eye of the Tide Sea, these places have given me a bad feeling. After visiting Atlantis, the feeling became even stronger. Listen to this, my heart is about to jump out of my chest..."

The captain looked around nervously, instinctively distancing himself from the nearby Olympus soldiers, fearing they might suddenly attack and kill him. He seemed suspicious and paranoid.

"Forget it, you're not a woman. Do you expect me to lie on your chest and listen to your heartbeat?"

"Now that you've seen enough and heard your story, when are we going to slip away... cough cough... make our escape?"

"We should at least replenish some supplies and grab a meal, right? Wouldn't it be disrespectful to Prince Triton if we didn't appreciate it?"

"Really? But why do I always feel like you're hiding something from me?"

"How could that be! You ask yourself honestly, have I ever cheated or lied to you since we came from the port of Iolcus?"

"I don't think so... um... probably..."

"Um?"

"Absolutely not! Theseus, you're my good brother, how could you lie to me! I guess I was just overthinking it!"

"That's right. You've been drifting at sea for so long, it's good to go ashore for a stroll. With me here, what are you afraid of?"

Samael smiled warmly and sincerely, clenching his fist. Jason body was numb on one side, also smiled sincerely and nodded in agreement, though inwardly he was muttering to himself.

If you're capable, then whatever you say goes.

Seeing that Jason had given up on running away and seemed resigned to his fate, hiding behind Heracles, Samael quickened his pace to catch up with Triton, who was waiting ahead.

Just as the tour group was about to enter the hall, the ancient serpent paused slightly, approached the railing, and looked down at the open space of the altar street within the Interstellar City Mountain Range.

"That place is a real eyesore, there's nothing to see there. The buildings down there are abandoned houses, which are now used as sewage outlets, but they've been empty for a long time."

Triton casually replied, gesturing for his guests to enter the hall and receive hospitality.

Samael smiled, nodded, and followed, stepping into the magnificent hall that shone brightly in the sunlight.

The heroes filed in and took their seats one after another. Triton then went to the back hall to arrange drinks and fruits, seemingly preparing a banquet to welcome the guests from afar.

As the host of the banquet departed, Samael narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and tapped the table rhythmically a few times. The lively atmosphere in the hall paused for a moment, then became noisy again. The heroes left their seats one after another, wandering around and chatting and arguing, mostly expressing the frustrations of sailing and the relaxation of being on land.

Before long, Triton, and a group of snake women slithered by, carrying jars of fragrant wine to the tables in front of everyone, and thoughtfully filling the guests' glasses.

It's a pity that these snake women, with their silvery-white metallic sheen and expressionless faces, have wasted such good figures.

"Gentlemen, you have had a long journey, please drink this cup to the brim!"

Triton picked up the jewel-encrusted, conch-shaped bronze wine cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. He then smiled and raised his hand in acknowledgment.

However, the atmosphere in the hall quieted down. The Argo Heroes, who were being entertained, looked down at the crimson wine, but none of them raised their glasses.

"Why aren't you drinking? Is it because we didn't treat you well?"

Triton's smile froze, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked somewhat displeased.

Under the mermaid prince's gaze, Samael, seemingly yielding to the authority of the group, raised his wine cup before Triton, and then...

Raising her hand above her lips, she left him behind, her smile Triton in place.

"A toxin from a type of water sparrow, used in small quantities, can paralyze nerves and disable Magic Circuits. The method is just too crude; the fishy smell is still very noticeable. Tsk, what a waste of such good wine..."

The divine healer, standing in the shadows, dipped a drop of wine in his fingertip, sniffed it lightly under his nose, and calmly stated his conclusion before disdainfully tossing the wine glass onto the table.

"Well, you were definitely up to no good!"

The atmosphere in the room froze. The heroes' eyes were sharp. Jason, who reacted the most violently, turned pale with fright, his facial muscles twitching violently as if stung by a scorpion. He hurriedly threw the glass of wine on the ground and suddenly stood up and cursed angrily.

Triton's brow furrowed, his face filled with coldness, and he clenched his fist, causing the conch-shaped wine glass in his hand to shatter with a crack.

"Why can't you just drink this glass of wine obediently and save me some trouble?"

"Let's do it!"

"Seize these sinners who disrupted the Sea God's offering!"

As the mermaid prince revealed his true intentions, Samael grinned and roared. The heroes roared in unison, summoning their weapons and rushing to their positions, yet their coordination was impeccable and their intentions clear.

The teammates, sitting near the door of the hall, skillfully seized the entrance, built a defensive line, and resisted the Olympus soldiers who rushed forward from the corridor upon hearing the news.

Without a word, the heroes in the middle and front charged into the hall, where the snake women, who were howling and attacking, brutally shredded these special creations into pieces as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was completely under the control of the Argo Heroes. The moment the azure light patterns around Triton, who had summoned his trident, flickered, they were abruptly extinguished, and a slight stinging pain came from his chest.

"Oh, Your Highness, please have mercy on my friends, and on this dagger in my hand..."

At this moment, the guest who came to "offer a toast and throw a cup" smiled and carried a strange purple dagger that was curved like lightning. Its tip broke through the outer layer of ethereal radiance without hindrance and reached the core of Triton.

On either side of him, Heracles pressed his shoulders and expressionlessly removed the trident; the Huntress Diana smiled and plucked the bowstring, the subtle pressure making the Son of the Sea God's hair stand on end.

The entire process was seamless, and the Argo Heroes' proficiency was chilling.

Habitual thugs! These bastards are definitely habitual thugs!

"So what if you control me? There are countless Olympus guards outside, an entire fleet, and thousands of Taiga current gods. You have disrupted the Sea God Festival, so you can't escape!"

"Furthermore, the Father God will return in Queen of Heaven. You outsiders who have trespassed into this forbidden area, think about the consequences, surrender, and I can Goddess of Oaths I will spare your lives."

Triton feigned composure, coldly snorting without a trace of fear, but inwardly he was cursing.

"In the name of the great god, I hereby deliver punishment, the Sword of Divine Punishment!"

At the same time, the Olympus soldiers, who were blocked in the Mech Machine God Corridor and unable to break through the main gate for a short time, immediately slammed their metal longswords, which were burning with a scarlet flame, down onto the wall of the hall. Amidst the explosion and a cloud of dust, they rushed in through the breach.