Twelve Glories! 2/2

"Bang!"

At that moment, Heracles, who reacted swiftly, immediately narrowed his eyes, roared, shook off Jason, grabbed the ship's side and jumped off the Argo, then forcefully pushed the ship away into the distance, raising his bronze shield as he did so.

Amidst the deafening explosion, the boiling seawater surged with raging waves, propelling the Argo forward.

Under the onslaught of the golden beam of light, tens of meters in diameter, Heracles' bronze shield shattered inch by inch, eventually collapsing completely.

Fully exposed by the divine might of the sea Hercules, even as Mount Tai pressed down on him at the last moment, his facial expression remained as firm as a rock. With the Sea God's Blessing, he slumped into the sea, took a step forward, and threw a powerful punch upward, thereby activating his red and black divine power, which mixed with the bursting blood mist, and launched a counterattack.

A powerful wave of air swept in all directions, and large plumes of white mist rose from the sea surface.

As the strong winds blew, a bottomless cylindrical whirlpool appeared on the sea surface at the center of the battle.

Under the Sea God's Blessing, that figure hovered proudly above the water, standing firm like a god supporting the sky!

However, once the fog had completely dissipated and visibility had cleared, Jason, who had been leaning on the gunwale to get up, suddenly had bloodshot eyes.

Because this body's arms, head, and even the area above the chest were all melted away by the Golden Pillar of Light.

Now standing upright, it is nothing more than a lifeless corpse.

The Argo Heroes, witnessing this, were filled with rage and their eyes reddened.

Amidst this tragic atmosphere, the fierce god suspended in the starry sky, responsible for sweeping the seas, showed no mercy. The golden cross of light, having already circled its target, has reassembled.

"Heracles! You are the greatest Great Hero of Greece, how could you die! How could you die! Bastard! We need you! Come back to life! Do you hear me!"

Seeing his faith crumble, the frenzied Jason pounded on the ship's side, roaring furiously with a ferocious expression.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the cross-shaped light wheel in the sky was about to launch, a sharp, resounding sound rang out from the sea, and the pervasive white mist was suddenly pierced by a blue light mixed with the sounds of wind and thunder.

"Bang!"

In an instant, a dazzling array of light patterns exploded in the sky at an altitude of ten thousand meters. Silver-white lightning arcs crisscrossed and roared across the sky, converging into a cross-shaped light wheel before dimming and extinguishing.

In astonishment, the Argo Heroes saw, amidst the rising white mist of the sea, the remains of Heracles miraculously regenerated, his severed limbs growing back, his arms now raised, holding a bronze bow and arrow, and firing the crucial arrow that would disrupt the starry sky.

At the same time, the red divine patterns on his body became brighter and thicker, his previously bronze muscles had turned dark red, and hot magma seemed to flow within him.

"Walk!"

As Hercules' eyes regenerated from their sockets, he looked up and saw the cross-shaped halo in the sky had already been adjusted and was now aimed at him. He immediately drew his bow and arrow, turned his head toward the Argo Heroes ten meters away, and solemnly roared.

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an even thicker beam of golden light slashed towards the sea once more. Heracles fired a series of arrows, which were brutally dissolved, and the immense divine power continued to slam into Hercules.

In the violent explosion, the Great Hero's upper half of his body was burned and melted.

My friends are calling me! The Argonauts need me!

It was not for the orders of that scoundrel King Eurystheus, not for Hera's labor, and not for the glory of the gods.

Instead, we must pave the way forward for our friends and compatriots, and strive for that one in ten thousand possibility!

Get moving! Twelve Glories!

A silent roar echoed from within the divine core, while towering waves surged within the River of Souls. The unruly soul, bound by destiny, broke free of its chains and shone once more.

In an instant, dense crimson and black blood vessels spread from the scarlet divine runes on the remains of Heracles. Ether in the air gathered wildly, filling the broken body and regenerating stronger limbs and more resilient organs.

"While Heracles is still alive and can hold off that monster, let's go!"

Jason's face tightened, snapping the somewhat dazed Argo Heroes out of their daze. He coldly issued orders and turned to walk toward the captain's cabin.

"You bastard! You coward, you're abandoning Heracles and running away again!"

Upon hearing this, the straightforward Caenis clenched her fists, angrily cursing, and was about to step forward to argue with Jason.

However, this dark-skinned female warrior was held down by Atalanta, Circe, and Medea and dragged away from her post.

"Why are you pulling me?"

"Enough! Put away your prejudice, Caenis! Can't you see? Heracles has always been the captain's idol, and making this decision is more painful for him than for any of us!"

Atalanta grabbed Caenis by the shoulder and slammed her against the wall, coldly scolding her.

"This is a war to seize control of the world! We are all willing to pay any price for it! From the moment we boarded this ship, Heracles, you, me, and them should all be prepared for this!"

Upon hearing this, Medea and Circe instinctively straightened their backs, like soldiers rushing to the battlefield.

"Stop overthinking, just do what you're supposed to do, and the captain will make the right choice, understand?"

Under the gloomy gaze of the female hunter, Caenis lowered her head further and further, subconsciously nodding and responding weakly.

"I... I understand..."

Seeing that Caenis's temper had been completely worn down, Atalanta casually released Caenis's shoulders and turned to walk towards the Divine Authority Seal control panel.

Medea, Circe, and even the recently trained Caenis instinctively followed suit, clearly subconsciously regarding Atalanta as the leader of the Argonauts' heroine group.

"Big Sister, we think we've seen those winged creatures in the sky before when we came to Atlantis, but they shouldn't be this strong."

As they hurried through the crowd, Medea, carrying her staff, approached them and, with a frown, voiced her inner confusion.

"Indeed, it jumped from the Deity-class to the level of a demon god, becoming something even Heracles could not handle. I'm afraid something has happened in the Interstellar City Mountain Range that we don't know about."

Atalanta frowned in response, a shadow falling over her face. But the huntress quickly suppressed her negative emotions, gently patted Medea's shoulder, and spoke calmly.

"But it doesn't matter anymore. From the moment we stepped onto the Argo, there was no turning back. No matter what changes occur in the Interstellar City Mountain Range, our mission is to break through it! Understand?"

"Yes! I'll do anything to help Lord Theseus!"

Little Medea nodded earnestly, her eyes still brimming with pink longing and fantasy even in the face of the apocalypse.

At this moment, taking advantage of the moment when Heracles was holding back the fierce god in the sky, the Argo's protective Sorcery Array went out one after another, and the surging ether flowed wildly, all of which converged on the propulsion and navigation spell.

The ship, propelled to its maximum speed, shot off like an arrow, breaking through the waves and hurtling towards the shadowy continent.

In the sea behind, the sounds of gunfire and explosions rang out one after another, welcoming the Greek Great Hero who had been punished by the gods, as if bathed in dazzling glory.