So Many Cards-Can You Kill Me Instantly?

The female hunter, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with cat ears and green hair, and holding the Sky Bow, glanced at the bow, quickly averted her gaze, and lightly tapped the bowstring with her fingers.

The female Magecraft, cloaked, with purple hair and pointed ears, holding the Nether Moon Staff, looked delighted and had an urge to run out of the group, her cheeks flushing.

With colorful wings on her back and pink hair flowing down her shoulders, the Witch of the Eagles, eating snacks, blinked her colorful eyes and looked around curiously.

A tanned female warrior with an arrogant expression, holding a gun and shield, and wearing light armor, is searching for a qualified successor in the 88th constellation of the Earthly Branches.

The shamanic healer, wearing a hood, with a small bronze bell at his waist and a snake staff in his hand, frowned as he sniffed the lingering stench of the plague. He reached out and pulled out a small bottle, pouring out the contents for disinfection.

The Twin Swordsmen, with their identical golden hair and handsome faces, stood side by side ashore, inseparable.

A tall, muscular man with flowing hair, wielding an unnamed stone axe-sword horizontally, and covered in red divine markings, stood out from the crowd, exuding an overwhelming aura with every move he made...

Big Sister, Medea, Circe, Caenis, the Goddess of Healing, the Twin Swordsmen, Heracles...

They're all back!

Each time Samael's gaze focused, it brought a joy that struck deep into his heart. Long-buried memories burst forth from the floodgates of his heart, reflecting all the past events.

Their eyes met, and though they didn't speak, their understanding was unspoken.

As the snake's vertical pupils circled once, the last figure in the squeezed-out line struggled to peek half its body out from the gap and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Hey, long time no see, buddy!"

A frivolous blond-haired handsome man, with a sly smile and cunning eyes, was searching for beautiful women in the crowd. He wore a winged helmet but was dressed in an extravagant robe, which looked out of place on him.

He was clearly the least like a hero, yet he was trusted and surrounded by many heroes.

Seeing the frivolous blond youth approaching with a crab-like gait, Samael instinctively opened his arms and gave his long-lost friend a solid hug. After repeatedly patting him to confirm, he still murmured in disbelief.

"It really is you, Jason ..."

"Of course... Achoo!"

While responding with a cheerful smile, Jason suddenly felt a strong chill creep up from behind, and involuntarily his nose itched, causing him to sneeze loudly.

Hateful!

Theseus's embrace was snatched away by another man!

At the port, the purple-haired Witch stood rooted to the spot, her fingers twisting her clothes, her knuckles bulging from the excessive force. Her eyes, filled with a sinister light, stared at the back of a frivolous man, almost spitting fire. Her clenched teeth ground together, as if she wanted to tear off a piece of flesh from the unsuspecting fellow to vent her anger.

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

Jason sneezed three times in a row, a strong sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He immediately shrank back and instinctively distanced himself from Samael.

Sure enough, once the contact ended, his chilly body immediately warmed up.

The captain glanced warily at a humanoid calamity marked "dangerous," and carefully moved the ground a few feet away again.

"Didn't you say that spirits are difficult to descend into the Sea of Stars? How come they..."

However, as this moment came, Samael gradually recovered from the shock and joy of the reunion, and in his confusion, he couldn't help but turn to look at Anna.

"The fact that it is difficult to summon extraordinary deities from the [Sea of Stars] does not mean that it is impossible to summon flesh-bearing heroic Heroic Spirit from the [Elysium]!"

The Serpent Goddess, whose plan had succeeded, couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips in a slightly smug response.

"Besides, have you forgotten that there is Great Altar on the Argo that is bound to their destiny? Zeus spent a lot of effort on this. Using this as a medium, summoning them is not a difficult task!"

"Bring these former friends with you, whether it's to reclaim the Greek throne or to resist the Persian invasion, this is the gift we have prepared for you."

At this moment, Jason smiled and nodded, stepping aside to let the figure behind him pass.

"This is all thanks to Queen Eren of the Elysium. After fully absorbing the magical legacy of the goddess Hecate, her mastery of arcane arts is truly remarkable. This unprecedented summoning ritual was entirely organized by her."

"That's amazing!"

Samael was full of admiration for this witch with extraordinary Witch skills.

"Ah, it wasn't all my doing; Aunt Circe also helped."

Medea, who was suddenly flattered, blushed and nervously avoided eye contact with His Theseus, completely unprepared to face him directly. She stammered as she picked up a bewildered Witch of the Eagles and placed her in front of her.

"How many times have I told you, don't rub my aunt's cheeks, it'll make you look old!"

Just as Circe was wondering what to eat for dinner, she snapped out of her daze, swallowed the fruit in her mouth with a dark face, and waved her little fists in protest against her niece.

"Hmm, you're not bad either, but you should eat more meat to grow taller."

Samael habitually patted Circe's pink head, chuckling approvingly. Looking at the girl's frail figure, which had changed drastically over the past thousand years, he couldn't help but snatch the fruit from her hand, take a bite, and tease her.

Damn it, what kind of look is that?! She's clearly gained weight and grown taller! Even a little bit counts as growth!

When his snacks were stolen and he was teased, Circe immediately got angry.

"Theseus, I... I've grown up!"

However, before the Witch of the Eagles could even utter a word of protest, Medea, suppressing her tension, loosened the hem of her repeatedly torn clothing, raised her head, blinked her bright eyes, and stared intently at the person in question.

After a thousand years of accumulation, the little girl who was once 1.4 meters tall is now more than 20 centimeters taller, with a curvaceous figure, full hips and a slender waist, just like a ripe peach waiting to be picked.

As a result, the Witch of the Eagles, who was standing next to Medea but seemed more like a niece, was full of resentment. Under such a realistic blow, Circe's face stiffened, and she immediately fell silent, squatting to the side drawing circles and muttering to herself.

However, Samael, who was facing Medea directly, experienced a surge in blood pressure and looked terrified.

If I remember correctly, he made a promise to Medea when she was still a child...

This phrase, "You've grown up," sounds a bit like pressure to get married...

That familiar gaze sent a cold sweat down Samael's forehead, and he gave a dry, perfunctory reply.

"Uh, okay, that's fine..."

As the atmosphere began to sour, in order to prevent the Witch from saying anything outrageous in her excitement, Samael immediately stopped exchanging pleasantries with his companions, retreated to the Mount of Ares camp, and grinned furiously, revealing a sinister sneer.

"Gentlemen, the Persians have threatened to destroy us within ten days, and now there are eight days left in the countdown."

In other words, you only have eight days to drive all these scum into the sea to feed the fish!

"The point of your sword is the point of our hearts!"

The heroes all knelt down, solemnly responding to the Saint King who had led them to create miracles time and time again, and then bursting out with a proud shout.

"Glory belongs to the Argonaut Expedition!"