Backstabbing Is My Profession

Meanwhile, in the Interstellar City Mountain Range, the Machine God Corridor.

Several Olympus Guards, like cannonballs, smashed through the bronze gate and crashed into the stone pillars. Their swollen and deformed limbs flew about, and purplish-red blood mixed with grayish-blue bits of flesh seeped from the gaps in their armor, filling the air with a heavy stench of blood.

"Walk!"

Along the long corridor, Jason, surrounded by more than ten Argo Heroes, wiped the blood seeping from his forehead and gave directions in a loud voice.

Hiss!

Just as everyone's speed was slightly slowed down, dozens of Magic Beam, like golden-red tornadoes, swept forward, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

The five Argo Heroes behind him raised their shields, barely managing to withstand the force of the blast, their faces paling as they staggered backward.

However, the moment the defenses opened up, Medea and Circe, the two Witch, stepped forward in perfect unison, wielding their Nether Moon Staff. One after another, purple-red Sorcery Array converged, radiating concentrated Magic Beam towards the weak points such as the corners and beams.

Suddenly, amidst a muffled explosion, rubble flew, walls collapsed, and oppressive figures floated around the corner, some crushed beneath the rocks, others blocked from view.

Without hesitation, the Argo Heroes accelerated forward.

After all, for these Olympus Guards, who were fully armored and possessed the blood of the gods, those obstacles couldn't hold them back for long.

As the group ran wildly, a dull rumble, like the pounding of a battering ram, came from behind them.

"Ahead lies the central elevator of the Crown of Cronus, which leads directly to the Great Altar!"

Jason gazed at the end of the Machine God Corridor, at the hollow hall where the crown-like ring of light continued to operate as usual. Overjoyed, he urged his companions to speed up even further.

However, the moment everyone stepped into the hollow hall, the melodious strains of a seven-stringed lyre evoked images of afternoon sunlight, a soft bed, and a lover's embrace. Even the air seemed to become as mellow and sweet as aged wine.

The Argo Heroes slowed their pace, took deep, excited, and greedy breaths, and staggered toward the open space of the hall, following the numbing, bone-deep fragrance.

Like male dogs chasing their prey, they stared in a daze at a pink light and shadow floating in mid-air, and unknowingly stood at the edge of the central hollow ring.

One step further and there's a magical outburst, a void powerful enough to melt steel.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, a concentrated beam of light shot out from the entrance of the hall, slamming heavily onto the pink light and shadow floating in the air. The turbulent ether caused ripples to spread across the light and shadow, and the enchanting sound was suddenly interrupted by a discordant noise.

"Wake up, everyone! You've been bewitched!"

Because of their gender and Hecate's blessing, Medea and Circe, who had narrowly escaped the control of the Machine God Aphrodite, cried out anxiously.

Orpheus, Sisyphus, and the other five Argo Heroes, whose consciousness was not yet severely impaired, were suddenly awakened. When their eyes fell upon the treacherous sight of the Great Hollow ahead, they broke out in a cold sweat and instinctively tried to pull their companions away from this dangerous area.

However, in an instant, a pink halo descended, musical notes resonated, and beautiful voices gently entwined. The Argo Heroes, who had been struggling, suddenly turned their heads, their pupils turning a chilling blood red. They raised their hands, grabbed their weapons, and frantically slashed at their comrades who had entrusted them with life and death along the way!

"Ah, you tiny insect, no one can escape the beautiful illusion of love. May your soul rest in peace!"

At the same time, a lazy yet arrogant tone echoed through the hall, and a pink halo spread out in the sky. The True Body Machine God Aphrodite spread her wings, revealing her full appearance, and elegantly looked down at the ants who had trespassed into the forbidden land of the gods.

Clank!

Just then, under the shroud of seductive and alluring music, several stirring notes suddenly rose up, like gold shattering and jade breaking, earth-shattering and instantly diluting the intoxicating atmosphere.

The Greek genius singer Orpheus was playing his harp with lightning speed, his fingers moving rapidly, the prelude rising wave after wave, culminating in a soaring song.

"Elegant musical notes bring us joy and wisdom, accompanying us on our safe voyages."

Storms cannot be our enemies, and the ocean is our playground!

The trials of God make the brave taste the bitterness of life, yet also its sweetness!

The Argo Heroes, who were being controlled, began to show signs of struggle on their faces, gradually waking up. Sisyphus and the others who had already broken free felt invigorated, their blood boiling, and a pent-up urge to vent rising in their aching chests.

"... Our courage is like the sun and moon shining throughout the world;

Our glory will be remembered by all!

Suddenly, the group of people who had gathered together began to strike their shields in unison, singing a tune of voyages to the rhythm. They solemnly drew their weapons, restrained their instincts, and moved with difficulty, their bones contorted and their expressions ferocious. With a resolute posture, they charged bravely toward Aphrodite in mid-air.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could my power, my aesthetics, be defeated by the noise of mere mortals!"

The pink Machine God spoke in disbelief, its wings flapping with an angry shriek. Metallic sequins were embedded in its wing membranes, and divine runes shimmered beneath the surging ether, unleashing a torrent of divine power towards the Argo Heroes.

For a time, the Argo Heroes, whose will had not yet broken free from control, were once again mired in the mire, their bodies moving like puppets, wielding their weapons and fighting one-on-one with their former comrades.

Cough cough...

As the pink light patterns surged and vibrated, Orpheus, who was playing the piano and singing, had his chest heaving and coughing violently. His skin cracked and burst into clouds of blood mist, and dark red traces kept spilling from his mouth.

The once beautiful voice, like pearls falling onto a plate, was now hoarse and unpleasant, and the fingers were bleeding profusely, exposing the white bones.

With each word Orpheus uttered, it was as if his internal organs were coughing up; with each note he played, a cloud of blood mist shot out from his body. The dark golden divine blood fused with the harp that was already soaked in blood, continuing to perform a magnificent and tragic song of blood.

As if things weren't going to go wrong, the Machine God Corridor trembled and roared, with rocks flying everywhere. Amidst the billowing dust, thousands upon thousands of Olympus Guards broke through the obstacles and surged forward. The few remaining survivors couldn't help but turn pale at the sight.

The two Witch left guarding the entrance hurriedly summoned a row of Dragon Tooth Soldiers and puppets to buy time and briefly hold off the Olympus Guards.

Meanwhile, Medea glanced at the stalemate and chaos in the hall, and at the Machine God hanging in mid-air, wielding its tyrannical power. She gave Circe a wink, then quietly crept behind her, moving slowly in the shadows.

At this moment, the harp's playing and its stirring sounds did not cease; with sharp, distorted, and almost out-of-tune sounds, it desperately resisted the control of the Machine God Aphrodite.

The piercing, ear-piercing final note, following the snapping of the strings, suddenly erupted, like Golden Light Patterns of sunlight radiating from Orpheus, causing the floorboards along its path to crack.

Aphrodite, suspended in mid-air, was struck as if by lightning. Spiderweb-like marks appeared on her pink wings, and the exquisite crystal chips embedded in her body shattered one after another. Her enormous body tilted and plummeted toward the open space of the hall.

"How dare you harm my perfect body! Kill them all! I'll kill you all!"

The Machine God, having crashed to the ground in a sorry state and suffered severe damage, went mad and spread its tattered wings, trying to take off.

Click!

However, a sudden metallic tremor came from her chest. Aphrodite looked at the lightning-shaped purplish-red dagger piercing her divine core. In shock, anger, and astonishment, sparks burst from her body, and surging ether swept in all directions.

Instantly, the Purple Haired Girl hiding in the shadows vomited blood and was blasted away.