Given a Chance, You Were Useless

The soft moonlight shone through the gaps in the window lattice, casting dappled silver light into the room. A gentle breeze lifted the gauze curtains, revealing two figures intertwined.

Helen, who had remained kneeling on the bed without changing her posture for a long time, looked down quietly at the king curled up on the pillow in the dim light. Her eyes, as blue as the sea, reflected his handsome features. Her fingertips, which were tracing the lines of his face, outlined and detailed his features stroke by stroke. The corners of her lips curled up, revealing a sense of pleasure and satisfaction that had been fulfilled.

Although several hours had passed in this way, the persistence of her divine blood and the joy in her heart made her feel neither tired nor bored.

From his first encounter with Calydonian Hunt, to his rallying cry War of the Giants, saving the world from collapse; from his sudden appearance on the road that saved him from danger, to his swift and decisive purge of the old nobility on Mount of Ares ...

This man was like a comet blazing in the night, like a lightning bolt flashing across the sky, always coming and going in a hurry, yet leaving her with an unforgettable impression.

Because of various reasons, she continues to tread the earth, destined to only look up at the epics and brilliance written in the sky.

As soon as Tianyi, the two briefly intersecting life paths may cross this rarely overlapping point and continue pointing in different directions, gradually drifting further and further apart.

If time could stop, Helen would wish that this moment could be held back a little longer.

After all, she received too much from this man and gave too little in return.

Even though these were just simple tasks for him.

As the moonlight swayed, the two figures on the bed gradually intertwined. Helen looked at the man in front of her, who was curled up asleep like a baby, and unconsciously lowered her head, her cherry lips gradually drawing closer to the King's forehead.

Just as Helen's offensive action stopped at the very edge, a strange buzzing and trembling arose from the ether surrounding the Gemini Side Hall the Zodiac, creating a sense of obstruction, as if a curtain of water descended from the dome and closed in.

In the blink of an eye, before the most beautiful woman in Greece could recover her composure, several figures burst through the doors and windows, piercing through the crowd. Short swords and spears, their blue-gold light flashing, attacked horizontally and vertically.

Assassination!

Helen's pupils contracted sharply, and she unconsciously moved her lips and teeth, chanting a divine incantation. The golden-red divine power around her suddenly burst forth, forcibly dispelling the gathered ether. The murmured whispers nearby made the high priest's head buzz, her mind become dazed, and her body feel heavy, making it difficult for her to move an inch.

Oh no! A dispelling ritual! A suppression spell! It's someone from the temple!

Helen's expression changed drastically. Faced with the sharp edges of attack coming from all sides, she instinctively picked up the figure in her arms and turned her back to the weapons.

In the instant she bent down, her azure eyes met her dark pupils in the shadows.

At that moment, a slender, fair hand slightly lifted, its five fingers bent together. Time and space seemed to stand still, and invisible ripples spread out, instantly rippling out of the room and sweeping across the entire Gemini Side Hall.

In an instant, whether it was the black-robed figures rushing into the house or the spellcasters stacking spells in the courtyard, they all froze in their positions like abstract paintings, unable to move an inch.

Divine Blood Hero! No! Even stronger!

Near... the gods!

The leader was terrified; his pupils contracted sharply, and the divine runes on his body pulsed wildly as he tried to break free from this invisible quagmire.

"What? Coming to see me so late? How loyal you are..."

Samael cracked his knuckles, slowly rising from the bed to sit cross-legged. The Fluorite Lamp talisman activated, illuminating the surroundings. His dark, Serpent Eyes gazed at the black-robed figures fixed to the area, a sinister sneer on his face.

Holy crap! What is he doing here?!

Damn it, this guy is having an affair with a Sparta woman!

The leader cursed under his breath, then strained to speak, his facial muscles stiff.

"Your Majesty..."

Kneel down!

Before he could finish speaking, the man caught a glimpse of the iconic Gorgon emblem inside the collar of the middle-aged man at the head of the group. His vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and he pressed down with his palm, unleashing a surging tide of Aether Tide that swept in all directions, bringing with it a sudden and immense pressure.

Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine power is as deep as a prison!

Bang bang bang bang!

The terrifying suppressive force caused these pampered divine bloodlines to go limp and prostrate themselves on the ground, accompanied by the cracking sounds of bones breaking.

However, as the divine core in his abdomen resonated with the etheric vibrations, the hideous red and black patterns suddenly grew wildly from his chest and climbed up to Samael's neck. A sharp pain followed, erupting like a landslide and a tsunami.

Immediately afterwards, the hidden injury that had been causing Attila to have her magic channeled was triggered, causing a surge of blood and qi within the ancient serpent's body, with traces of blood spilling from the corners of its mouth. The binding force in the vicinity immediately loosened.

"He's injured, attack!"

Seeing this golden opportunity, the leader immediately broke free from the weakened divine power of the purgatory and roared with great joy.

At the same time, the three attendants around him understood and immediately took out pure white, luminous feathers and forcefully stuck them into their chests.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In an instant, a blazing pure white flame shot into the sky, forming a dazzling cross-shaped pillar of light. A solemn, ethereal hymn resounded in all directions, and a vast amount of ether surged and coalesced.

"Prepare to die, you tyrant who has instigated this tyranny!"

The leader spread his arms, laughing maniacally, as if he could already see the adulterous couple on the bed being burned to ashes by this power of light.

"Ah! What, what's going on?!"

"No, no! Ahhhhh!"

Suddenly, screams and exclamations followed. The three followers who had inserted the light-like feathers into their chests seemed to have realized something, their faces turning pale and their expressions contorted.

The leader stiffly turned his head, and He Tong saw the holy and warm flames behind him burst into flames. The three people in the pillar of light were instantly turned to ashes, and even the last remaining wispy matter after burning was decomposed in the blink of an eye.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the blink of an eye, blazing white flames shot out in all directions, raining down on the nearby followers like a meteor shower.

Persians, you son of a bitch!

The leader's eyes turned white as he saw the deadly spark flying towards him reflected in his pupils. Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, he couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

"Ahhhhh..."

In the blink of an eye, the figures touched by the blazing white flames spontaneously combusted like firewood doused with hot oil, screaming in agony as they turned to ashes, the heat terrifying.

As each ethereal soul transformed into pure light points and gathered in mid-air, a phantom with six fluttering wings on its back, holding a condensed light-shaped cross sword, slammed down, its terrifying heat reaching its peak and sweeping towards the side hall.

"Twilight Hour has arrived, the Song of Despair begins, this is the end, all things perish, returning to ashes! — The Blazing Sun, the Sword of Flame!"

At the critical moment, Samael suppressed his surging blood energy and immediately summoned the Flame Demon Sword Laevateinn beside him. Taking the opportunity, he channeled the uncontrollable ether within his body into it. The scarlet light of destruction slashed forward, annihilating the blazing white light stream with unparalleled force and scattering the six-winged phantom that appeared in mid-air.

The scorching heatwave spread outwards, and the windows and doors of the side halls and houses that had escaped the blast rattled loudly.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away from Athens, in a desolate wilderness, a figure walked gracefully across the marshland. With a body like a jewel, the figure paused, turned gracefully, and a strand of golden hair flowed from under the hood to the shoulder. The figure looked back for a moment, then shook its head slightly.

It seems that you were burdened with sin and were destined not to withstand the test of the Sacred Flame, but you have been purified as you wished.

What a sin, what a filth...

May the mercy of the sages be upon this place...