Heroes of Justice, Gods of Selfish Desire 2/2

"Now, I need someone familiar with the route and the situation in Atlantis to serve as the captain of the Argo..."

With time pressing and the mobilization work successfully completed, after assigning the statistical tasks to the group at Mount of Ares, Samael looked around and his gaze fell on a tall, honest-looking baby-faced man.

Orion was slightly taken aback, scratched his head with a sheepish grin, and was about to get up and agree when a slender figure pushed open the tent flap, squeezed out of the crowd in a disheveled manner, and raised her hand high to speak.

"I! I'm applying to be the captain of the Argo!"

"You are not..."

Samael looked at Jason with slight surprise, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"Yes, I originally planned to escape to Athens, but you only gave me a pass, not money. With such a big risk, I'm sure I can make a fortune like last time and enough for my retirement."

The blond youth answered with a smug grin, his animated gestures and expressive facial expressions making him look like a clown trying to amuse people.

"Friend, you should know that this Argonaut Expedition is not a risky undertaking for personal gain, and you will not gain anything from it."

Samael responded in a low voice, offering a gentle piece of advice.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just lose money this once. Anyway, I've found that life at sea suits me better than life on land."

Jason spread his hands, his frivolous smile gradually fading, but his emerald green eyes began to show an unprecedented seriousness.

"Brother, let me go!"

Samael stepped down from the throne and gazed Jason, their lips moving in unison.

"The port at the tip of the Peloponnese Peninsula has fallen..."

"Greece has many outlets to the sea. The broken islands and reefs of Athens form a natural defense line. It has docks and ports, and can pass through the Aegean Sea, making it the most suitable choice."

"The Stormy Sea Region are Star-Seeded Soldier..."

"With the gods involved, they will eventually leave, and I will seize the opportunity!"

"A winding path in space..."

"I could find my way out of that place with my eyes closed!"

"Once you enter the Age of Gods Giant Sea, you will be isolated and helpless..."

"The gods didn't seem to help us much last time either, but we still made it through!"

Jason became more and more confident as he spoke, while Samael remained silent for a moment, his tone somber.

"But this adventure only has a one in ten thousand chance of success..."

"Then I'm willing to give my all, to sacrifice everything, to obtain even this one in ten thousand chance!"

"No, promise me, do everything you can to help everyone survive..."

"Haha, don't worry, buddy. I was just teasing you with what I said earlier. I'm actually the one who's most afraid of dying."

Jason's solemn expression was quickly replaced by a carefree and frivolous smile. He restlessly hooked his paws around the shoulder of the Greek leader before him, appearing quite familiar with him.

"Tch, I don't want to! Why should we entrust our lives to such a coward?"

The outspoken Caenis, displeased, rushed out of the crowd and glared disdainfully at Jason.

After their separation in Atlantis, under Samael's cover, she genuinely believed that Jason's act of transporting the wounded back home was a noble act. However, after landing and reflecting on the situation, she realized that he had simply abandoned his friends and deserted his post.

Faced with the dark-skinned beauty's sharp and murderous gaze, even Jason, with his strong mental fortitude, couldn't withstand it and stood awkwardly in place, somewhat at a loss.

"Cowardice leads to a fear of death, and a fear of death can effectively reduce crew casualties. During the last Argonaut Expedition, it was thanks to Jason's caution that we were able to save everyone. This mission is not for you to commit suicide. I hope that all of you can come back alive!"

Samael spoke solemnly, presenting irrefutable facts, looking down at Caenis, his tone gradually hardening.

However, the stubborn, dark-skinned beauty was still somewhat resentful.

"Aren't Orion, Peleus, Telamon enough? Why does it have to be him?"

"Because the Argo is the best ship, Jason will be the best captain!"

The ancient snake answered decisively. Its back was slightly hunched and its shoulders drooped. Upon hearing this, the blond youth trembled, gradually raised his head, gritted his teeth, looked at the crowd around him, and spoke solemnly.

"That's right! Whether in this camp or throughout Greece, no one knows the Argo better than me, no one knows the shipping route better than me, no one understands the situation in Atlantis better than me, and therefore no one is more suitable for this position than me!"

The increasingly loud and impassioned declarations echoed within the tent. The blond youth looked around and saw that none of the heroes gathered there questioned this frivolous man.

Even Caenis, who had been indignant, only opened her mouth before falling silent, her resentment fading into silence.

"Since there are no objections, then I hereby announce that Jason will serve as captain of the Argonaut Expedition. All volunteers and heroes will be incorporated into the force and will gradually withdraw from the front lines to rest and recuperate. The Athenian side will then conclude the expedition. This expedition will depart at dawn!"

Samael decisively issued a public order, leaving behind key figures such as Jason, Orion, and Heracles to finalize subsequent plans and countermeasures for various situations.

After these arrangements were made, the Argo Heroes departed one by one, while Themis, Goddess of Justice, escorted Daedalus, the genius engineer with a criminal record, into the camp.

The old craftsman, with a guilty conscience, knelt down with trembling legs as soon as he entered the door, pleading with the Greek overlord, the King of Athens, for forgiveness, tears streaming down his face.

"The Athenian Fleet, it seems you were in charge of its construction all along?"

Samael ignored his attempt to elicit sympathy and went straight to the point.

"Yes... it's Your Highness..."

"The coastal city-states were previously attacked by the Star-Seeded Soldier,' and two-thirds of their ships, large and small, were destroyed. Athens was better off because of the broken islands and reefs that intercepted the tsunami and the construction of docks. Now, I need you to repair at least 100 of the damaged ships in Athens within 8 hours."

"Your Highness, how could this be possible! Before I left, the Athenian naval dockyards had 300 warships and nearly a thousand smaller vessels. I..."

As the Sword of Justice gleamed, its cold edge pressed against Daedalus's throat, the old man fell silent in fear.

"I have no interest in your complaints. I only want the results! Within eight hours, the Athenian navy ships must be overhauled and repaired! The number and scale can only be more, not less."

During this period, Athens and Mount of Ares will provide you with supplies and manpower.

In addition, Hephaestus, the god of forging from Mount Etna, along with the three Cyclops who served Zeus, and hundreds of divine craftsmen, were all on their way to Athens.

Themis would also accompany them, responsible for restraining the Olympus and making them obey her commands.

If you can't do it before dawn, I'll throw you off the walls of the Acropolis of Athens, just like I did with my nephew!

Samael narrowed his Serpent Eyes, his gaze turning icy.

"I guarantee it will be as you wish!"

As the bloodstain on his throat expanded, Daedalus's hair stood on end, and he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Without another word, the craftsman rushed to Athens as if his backside was on fire to begin modifying and repairing the Athenian ships.

If you don't want to die, then you have to fight for your life!

"Is it really necessary for Mako to do this?"

Athena gazed at Mount of Ares from afar and sighed softly.

"Sending the Argo alone would be too conspicuous. It would probably be doomed before it even enters the Stormy Sea Region. Only by infiltrating the entire fleet and releasing bait across the board will they have a chance to break through this dangerous sea!"

"If that were the case, many people would die..."

"For that one in ten thousand chance, gods and humans alike must fight with all their might! This is a cataclysmic event sweeping across Greece; weakness is no excuse for escaping!"

Even if it's just to tip the scales of victory slightly in our favor, and we have to be willing to make the corresponding sacrifices, we're not afraid!

Samael's gaze was deep and distant, his tone somber and cold, like a deity who had lost much of his warmth, looking down upon a god.

"Bang!"

Just then, the tent flap was knocked open by three figures.

Why weren't we informed about what happened just now?

Atalanta slammed her hand on the table, coldly staring at the Greek ruler inside the tent. Little Medea wanted to go forward and get closer, but Circe, sensing the awkward atmosphere, held onto her little niece tightly and obediently huddled in the corner.

The ancient serpent glanced slightly to the side. "The third line of defense needs your long-range shooting ability even more..."

"No one is more eager than anyone else! They can board the Argo, and so can I! I'm applying to join the expeditionary force!"

"Yes, yes, my aunt and I also hope to help Lord Theseus, we want to participate too!"

Little Medea broke free from Circe's restraints, squeezed forward, waved her little fists, and made a serious demand.

Goddess of Wisdom Athena, leaned against a pillar in the tent courtyard, glancing at the four people facing each other with a mocking expression, her expression growing increasingly mischievous.

Tsk, what a joke. Instead of seeing the cold-bloodedness of the deity, we saw the selfishness of the deity first.