Humanity's Hymn Is a Hymn to Courage!

The Peloponnesian coastal defense line.

The Olympian Gods stood in a line, towering majestically. The Divine Seal Puppet, originally responsible for resisting the giant army, roared as they retreated to the rear to rest and regroup, taking turns with the other gods, with Typhon, the Three-Headed, Hundred-Armed Giant, and the three Titan Lords covering their rear.

"Your Majesty, when have the proud gods ever had to bow down and seek help from those insignificant humans?"

A mere wrecked ship could not possibly shake the overall situation in this desolate sea! Why pin our hopes on a bunch of useless cannon fodder!

Hera glanced behind her disdainfully, her expression full of resentment.

As the moon goddess who had once participated in the Argonaut Expedition, she had a cold and hard expression, and was about to step forward to speak when her brother Apollo stopped her.

Although many gods appear friendly to humans, they mostly look down on them from a high place. Therefore, even if they do not completely agree with Hera's statement, most of them remain silent.

Moreover, in this battle against the Titans, the gods were the main force fighting against the Star-Seeded Soldier. Even if a few human heroes were outstanding, they were basically relegated to the sidelines in this brutal war.

In fact, in the eyes of some rather arrogant and ancient gods, humans are not even qualified to perform on the same stage as the gods.

The ancient Titan Gods created Greece.

Humans, these ants parasitizing the earth, are nothing more than pitiful creatures who, by chance, climb onto a leaf amidst the ebb and flow of the long river of fate, and dance on the crest of the wave. They are not worth mentioning at all.

"I think it would be better to preserve our strength and withdraw from Olympus..."

"Boom!"

As Hera spoke, thunder roared in the sky, and the Queen of the Queen of Heaven felt her hair stand on end. A lightning bolt flashed between her brows, and a needle-like pain shot through her forehead, as if a red-hot iron needle was churning in her mind. The noble white-armed goddess groaned and collapsed to the ground, her face pale.

"The one making this is Mount of Ares!"

Beneath the arcs of light that flickered between light and shadow in the clouds, Zeus, wielding his Thunderbolt Scepter, surveyed his surroundings with a sinister gaze that chilled to the bone, like a ravenous wolf ready to devour its prey, uttering a cruel and tyrannical declaration from between his teeth.

"The proud gods indeed have no need to bow down to insignificant humans! For you only need to kneel and submit to me!"

The Thunderbolt Scepter in the hand of the Wise King of Gods swept forward, like lightning extending from the branches and roots of a banyan tree, transforming into hundreds of arcs of light that fell, turning the Colossal Titan and various mutated monsters within a radius of dozens of miles into dust in one blow.

"It is my decision to hold back the Star-Seeded Soldier at sea! Does anyone have any objections?"

Zeus glanced sideways, his cold, silvery-white eyes sweeping over everyone. Whether it was the noble Queen of Heaven of the Goddess or the powerful Sea King and King of the Underworld, they all fell silent, lowering their heads and daring not to utter a word in rebuttal.

"Hmph! Then let's coordinate our defense! Do your part well!"

Zeus waved his hand impatiently, dismissing the gods, and turned to look at the cocoon of light in the Stormy Sea Region, which was blooming like flower buds, feeling a little irritated.

The so-called gods are not only more powerful than humans, but also more arrogant and more greedy.

Therefore, he knew early on that not all gods were aware of the need to contend with the giant god, and even secretly created the divine seal to unite all the gods.

But it doesn't matter. Gods are purer than humans, and the weak submit to the strong!

As long as one possesses the power and authority to control them, all dissent will be suppressed and erased.

And he was the supreme King of Gods who led the Age of Gods!

Humans, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Let the gods see what qualifications you have to claim you can replace us!

Meanwhile, the human faction.

Hundreds of white owls, some luminous and some solid, burst out of the command and decision-making tent and scattered in all directions, delivering urgent messages.

Moments later, hundreds of streaks of light, like falling stars, streaked across the sky and headed toward the assembly point.

Within just over ten minutes, the originally spacious tents became somewhat crowded as figures surged in, and the atmosphere became even more solemn.

Samael stepped onto the stage, looked around, and gave a smug smile.

"Gentlemen of Argonautica, do you remember our promise? It's not easy to get you all together."

Recalling the details of that expedition, the heroes, who knew each other well, relaxed and felt at ease, their eyes revealing a nostalgic smile, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed and harmonious.

"I see among you Spartans, Thebans, Calydonians, Arcadians, and Athenians."

Perhaps you come from all corners of the world, born into different lineages, yet you all share the same name... Greek!

Without a doubt, you are all heroes of this era, invincible and unmatched! You encompass the essence of all city-states and are the most brilliant stars in the world!

Ladies and gentlemen, we were brought together by the Argo and embarked on a great journey full of hardships and dangers for a common purpose!

Now, I will be assembling an Argonaut Expedition and would like to invite you all to embark on a brand new adventure!

The ancient serpent spread its arms wide, its tone impassioned, its gaze profound.

Immediately afterwards, the Three Goddesses behind Samael told everyone the purpose of their trip and the current state of the battle.

"What are our chances of success in breaking through this impenetrable sea sealed off by the giant god and reaching Atlantis to complete our mission?"

Sisyphus, who was temporarily among them, stroked his chin and asked earnestly.

"What are the chances of winning? Only... a one in ten thousand..."

Samael thought about the colossus that covered the sea, the dense array of weapons, and the Twelve Machine Gods of Atlantis whose fate was unknown, and answered seriously without any hesitation.

The Three Goddesses' expressions changed slightly, and they were about to stop it when the news of the outcome had already spread among the crowd.

However, unexpectedly, after a brief silence, bursts of hearty laughter erupted.

"One in ten thousand? Interesting! I'm getting so excited! I missed it last time, I absolutely can't miss it this time!"

"That's right, it's been a long time since I've had such an exciting adventure, count me in!"

"Haha, now I have another story to brag about to the boys in my family!"

"Hmph! The more challenging the task, the more I enjoy it! This is no challenge for me!"

"..."

Sisyphus, Prince of Calydon, Heracles, Caenis, and a host of other Greek Heroes from both the old and new eras eagerly stepped forward, their expressions full of anticipation.

"Alright! After dawn, the Divine General do everything in their power to hold back the Star-Seeded Soldier, and you..."

Samael stood up abruptly, looked at the familiar faces below, and spoke in a deep and powerful tone.

"Rest assured, for the final victory, for the sake of Greece seeing the sun rise on the third day! We will fight with all our might to break through this impassable sea and seize that one in ten thousand chance!"

Heracles solemnly responded, and under the leadership of this Hercules, the heroes clenched their fists and beat their chests in unison, making their vows.

"That's right! A hero is someone who naturally turns the impossible into the possible, creating miracles that even the gods marvel at with meager human strength!"

Orpheus plucked the strings of his lyre, producing a stirring melody, his face beaming with anticipation.

"Come, everyone, I will have the honor of recording this unprecedented adventure and singing a human myth more magnificent than the hymns of the gods!"

I think I see it all: glory will surely belong to the Argonaut Expedition!

The talented singer, in high spirits, took out his pen and paper and launched a call to action in poetic language. Ju Tong volunteered to take charge of counting the participants and recorded their names.

"Glory belongs to the Argonaut Expedition!"

The atmosphere in the tent instantly became lively and noisy, reaching a climax as the heroes raised their fists and shouted out their identities.