I'll Take the Blame!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The Argo Heroes, guarding each pass, raised their shields and swung their arms, their javelins glowing with divine runes as they shot through the air.

Boom boom boom boom!

One after another, explosions rang out, creating a violent tremor and billowing dust. Several Olympus soldiers were sent flying backward, crashing into the pillars of the Machine God Corridor and leaving clear dents.

Alright! Let's take them down!

The Argo Heroes, trapped in the hall, were greatly encouraged as they watched as everyone worked together to break through the enemy's formation.

"Buzz!"

However, as the eerie tremors echoed, the Olympus soldiers who had crashed into the pillars, amidst the dull mechanical friction sounds, had their eyes regain their crimson light. They raised their hands to pull out the javelins stuck in their bodies, and the gaps in their torn armor were repaired. Despite such a heavy blow, they quickly returned to normal.

So hard? And it can heal itself? What the hell is this thing?!

The heroes' smiles froze as they rushed from the central hall to the front gate, where Atalanta unleashed a rapid barrage of arrows. These arrows were not only as fast as shooting stars, but also took advantage of the chaos of battle to strike at the weak points in the Olympus soldiers' armor, such as their eyes.

In an instant, several men who had just gotten up were pierced through the skull, fell backward, and blue liquid and scarlet blood spurted from the wound. Their bodies twitched a few times and then became completely still.

"Find their weakness! Don't let them in!"

Atalanta's loud shout brought the heroes back to their senses. They immediately nodded in unison, forming a shield formation to block the breach in the wall before it was blasted open. The rear guard then took off their bows and javelins and began to snipe at the Olympus soldiers who tried to rush in.

"Roar!"

However, these elite guards stationed in the Interstellar City Mountain Range were not to be trifled with. They immediately roared and raised their silver shields, engaging each other.

As the ether flowed, shimmering patterns of light flickered and floated, connecting in front to form a large, ever-operating Magic Barrier.

Instantly, amidst the clanging of metal, the incoming arrows and javelins were deflected.

The heroes' pupils contracted sharply, and their faces turned grim.

These are now even more difficult to deal with, thanks to the prepared steel boxes.

"Snort!"

As the Olympus soldiers, forming a defensive formation, were about to storm into the palace, a cold, loud shout rang out. A long weapon, one and a half meters long, made entirely of bronze, with a four-sided arrowhead, created a gust of wind in its path, carrying a sharp whistling sound that could pierce the eardrums of ordinary people, and slammed into the center of the Olympus shield formation.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion shook and roared as the Magic Barrier formed by the combined efforts of ten Olympus soldiers shattered their own shields and armor.

The three core shield bearers were the first to suffer, their bodies shattered into pieces. Pink flesh and white bones flew everywhere, and colorful organs rained down on the ground, walls, and even the bodies of both allies and enemies.

Like a missile crashing to the ground, after the attack, all eyes turned to Heracles on the high platform, who had once again nocked an armor-piercing arrow and drawn his bronze bow, clearing the battlefield of chaos.

"Cough cough..."

At this moment, Samael looked at the scene created by the release of Hercules with satisfaction, coughed a few times to draw the attention of both sides to him, and then twirled the dagger-shaped Magic Crest between his fingers, smiling as he hovered the blade over Triton's vital parts.

"Listen up, you people outside! You have been threatened! The hostage is in my hands. If you want him to live, lay down your weapons, stop resisting, and surrender. I will guarantee your personal safety!"

Unfortunately, the scene was eerily silent, and no one understood the essence of the hawking.

"Uh, it seems that won't work. Okay, the terms are still negotiable."

However, don't stand too close. My hands tend to shake, and if I accidentally dismember Triton or something, it would be difficult for everyone to explain.

"How about this, I suggest you take a step back and let's sort this out. Maybe it's a misunderstanding?"

Samael blinked and smiled, his tone gentle, but the lightning-shaped dagger in his hand pressed down with his fingers, the blade slowly piercing into Triton's arm, and bright red blood seeped from the wound.

The Olympus soldiers felt a chill run down their spines and exchanged bewildered glances. Given that bloodline and status represented a deeply ingrained class order in Atlantis, they instinctively wavered, fearing that their prince might be killed.

"What's there to talk about! You've defiled the offerings and delayed the Sea God Festival. Even if I die, when my beloved returns, she will surely avenge me! You won't be leaving!"

Triton rage, his tone filled with determination and anger.

As the mermaid prince struggled violently, the cuts on his body grew deeper and deeper, and the Olympus soldiers around him immediately put away their guns and retreated without hesitation.

Grandpa, you're not afraid of death, but we are!

If His Majesty Poseidon returns to seek revenge, he will not only seek out these outsiders, but also slaughter us along the way!

All that's needed for Shen Shen is to eliminate these outsiders who surface from the tidal bore in the sea.

If you want to force them to reveal that matter, just leave one or two key people alive. Why do you insist on taking them to Olympus? It's pointless. Why try to capture them alive?

If the Sea God Festival goes wrong, we will die; if the secrets of Atlantis are exposed, we will die too. They have had no reason to live since they stepped into this place!

Feeling passive and controlled by others, the Olympus soldiers cursed under their breath and complained about their commander, who was all talk and no action.

As the surrounding soldiers retreated a hundred paces away like a tide, Samael also slightly withdrew the strange, curved dagger.

Following closely behind was Little Medea, who waved her staff and raised her hand to heal Triton's injuries.

The ancient snake's eyes showed approval, and the little girl blushed, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes.

Speaking of which, this little gadget that can nullify the Aether Barrier Triton was specially created by Medea at her Magic Crest.

That's right, this thing is the prototype of the future [All Laws-Breaking Talisman].

Immediately, Samael gathered his thoughts, looked around, and his gaze fell upon the cold glints hidden in different corners. He narrowed his eyes, leaned close to the hostage's ear, and gave him a friendly look.

"Your Highness, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

"Misunderstanding! Ha, do you remember that little girl you met in the Stormy Sea Region? Someone of yours tampered with her, causing the Sea God Festival to be delayed. She violated a taboo, and she must die!"

"You mean the sacrificial offering? It couldn't be...?"

"That's right, her name is Rhode, and she's a key figure in the Sea God Festival. It seems this offering isn't very honest; she actually ran away from home, left behind a sea chart, and found you bunch of traitors to help her escape and sabotage the Sea God's plan! Now that you're here, none of you will get away with this!"

I see!

The Argo Heroes understood in their eyes, their faces somber.

"If I said this was a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"

Samael sighed and asked helplessly, but Triton and remained silent.

"That means there's nothing to talk about. Fine, it seems we're stuck taking the blame for this today."

"Then what are we waiting for? Please lead the way, Your Highness. If we don't rescue that mermaid girl and do something, wouldn't it be a shame to die in vain?"

The ancient serpent raised the [All Laws-Breaking Talisman], poked it forward, and dragged Triton out of the hall.

Grandma, without saying a word, wanted to kill us. Did she really think we were easy to bully? Let's do it!

The Argo Heroes, having suffered an undeserved calamity and developing a fondness for the young guide, were further enraged by the relentless pressure from the Atlanteans. They grabbed their weapons, surrounded Samael and the hostage Triton, and prepared to cause a ruckus.