Who Slept with Whom?

Greece, the Chaos Sea.

After a three-day voyage, the Pan-Hellenic Alliance Allied fleet swept across the Chaos Sea like a comb, crushing and swallowing several waves of Persian fast ships that were patrolling along the way with overwhelming force.

Around noon, the Hellenic Army had already approached the Persian Fleet's key control area.

"Wind direction north-northeast, wind speed level 3, flight speed 20 knots, star chart error 12 degrees!"

"Adjust the angle! We are about to reach the vicinity of Hot Spring Pass. Wolf pack tactics, maintain distance! All personnel on high alert!"

With the Argo at its core and the Deepsea flagship and the Viking Flagship serving as the command headquarters, the fleet began intensive preparations, integrating its forces and cooperating in its advance. The atmosphere suddenly became somber and solemn.

The battle-hardened Argo Heroes, setting an example, skillfully coordinated their actions, each one working in perfect harmony like a tightly wound gear.

"The priests performed rituals to dispel the sea fog, clear obstacles from the shipping route, and bestow blessings upon their teammates!"

Boldly removing her hood, she stood proudly at the bow of the ship, dressed in a magnificent long dress, as the Young Goddess Form, taking over the command of the clergy of the Mount of Ares.

Stheno, with his arms crossed, stood listlessly behind Anna.

"The Magecraft chants a divine incantation, activates the Aether Barrier, and prepares the secret ritual!"

Holding the Nether Moon Staff, as if Hecate were to reappear, the Medea the Sorcery Queen would issue instructions to the Caster Team of the Athenian Academy.

"Dragon Tooth Soldiers and Earth Guardians in position, all functions operating normally!"

The Eagle Circe the Witch waved her staff, commanding a group of golems to handle all the complicated tasks on the Argo.

"Activate the left-hand gun port matrix, I'm in charge here!"

On the lookout tower, Atalanta swiftly slid down the mast like the wind, deftly reaching the designated spot, her emerald eyes calmly gazing ahead.

"The rear gunnery matrix is here, it's here..."

Euryale yawned as she slumped listlessly in front of the control panel. Though she dawdled, her rectangular Mystic Eyes flickered eerily.

As seasoned Argo Heroes skilled in archery, Orion and Heracles naturally and skillfully selected their targets and began their attacks, each filling the gaps on the other two sides of the four corners.

Inside the captain's cabin, Jason stared blankly at the Snake Nest Man group, whose expressions remained unchanged as they took their positions.

Didn't they say they were so exhausted they couldn't even get out of bed?

Why are they all so lively and energetic, even more so than before?

Difficult to find...

The captain glanced at his friend, who wasn't surprised at all, and his lips twitched slightly.

So, who exactly slept is the question.

In an instant, Jason muttered to himself for a moment, then shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind and authorized the cannon gate.

Instantly, the ship trembled, and the gunners at the four corners of the ship began to operate the Sorcery Array beneath their feet. The ship's cannons, each engraved with intricate incantations, creaked and adjusted, while several nested cross-shaped halos lit up nearby, defining the firing range.

Similarly, rows of pitch-black deep-sea warships, their hulls shimmering with dark red light patterns, continuously power their turrets.

The Athenian wooden swiftboat and the Nordic Viking Warships also reacted one after another, with layers of Sorcery Array lighting up and enveloping the ships.

Admiral Themistocles, gazing at the steel torrent and the banners that blotted out the sky before him, and recalling the arduous and precarious Battle of Salamis, where he had barely managed to carve out a large chunk of flesh from the Persians, couldn't help but grin maliciously. For a moment, his heart surged with schadenfreude.

Haha, you didn't expect this, did you, Persians? You've finally met your match!

This time there's no need for Gilgamesh or dodging. A head-on confrontation and a round of artillery fire will be enough to give them a run for their money!

However, joy turned to sorrow.

For some unknown reason, large white waves rose in the nearby Chaos Sea, the water boiling and churning Rules, causing the ships to rock violently.

Creak... creak... creak...

Before the disoriented admiral and Athenian soldiers could regain their footing, a series of piercing, tooth-grinding sounds came from below the speedboat.

Suddenly, water splashed everywhere, and in the misty sea fog, a long, thin shadow swept down from the sky, splitting the sea surface with tremendous force. Three fast boats that couldn't dodge in time were snapped in two and turned into wreckage in the blink of an eye, sinking into the sea with a gurgling sound.

"What is that?!"

"Underwater! There's a monster underwater!"

"Help me, help me! Ahhhhh..."

Hundreds of survivors who escaped the first wave of attacks floated on the sea, desperately swimming towards nearby friendly ships for help.

But in the blink of an eye, a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea surface, and the survivors were torn apart and swept into it like bait. Their horrifying screams quickly stopped, and pale red blood spread out.

"Scatter! Scatter! Magic Barrier at maximum power! Where are the Athenian Academy members?! Bombard the underwater area and force that monster out!"

Admiral Themistocles decisively ordered the fleet to evacuate first, avoiding this strange and dangerous area. Only then did he summon Magecraft to retaliate, while symbolically dropping some floating airbags to let the survivors fend for themselves.

The saying goes, "A merciful general cannot command an army." The situation is unclear now, and who knows what lies beneath the surface? It is certainly not the time to be soft-hearted.

If we were to disrupt our defensive formation for such a small number of people, it would be a case of penny-wise and pound-foolish.

Moreover, they have already entered the Persian-controlled waters. If the Persian fleet were to intercept them in the chaos, the losses would not be compensated by the lives of a few Athenian citizens.

Boom boom boom boom!

Amidst the intense chanting, a younger sister compressed a Spell projectile to its limit and slammed it into the deep sea, creating a wave tens of meters high. The seawater steamed, releasing a salty, fishy smell that permeated the air.

In an instant, accompanied by the eerie roar of the underwater creature, violent waves surged on the sea surface, and the seawater carried by the waves pelted down like raindrops onto the deck and everyone's faces.

At that moment, a huge shadow hung over the ship. Themistocles, who was in charge of the operation, stiffly looked up and was shocked to see a towering, mountain-like, ferocious head.

The blood-red serpent's vertical pupils stared intently, radiating a chilling malice. Its forked tongue, emerging from the abyss's gaping maw, dripped sticky saliva from its tip.

Sizzle...

As the dark green liquid splashed onto the Magecraft light screen, the ether was violently corroded, its whites flashing, and in the blink of an eye, a large hole appeared, filled with ether mist. The Divine Blood Warrior guarding the surrounding area felt dizzy after just absorbing a trace of the diluted ether.

What... what kind of monster is this?!

Timistok stared at the Serpentine Monster with scales like black rocks, its head nearly a hundred meters long, and its body stretching for miles across the sea. Cold sweat broke out on his back.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

In an instant, the sound of water splashing down, almost like a tsunami, rose and fell in waves.

One...

Two...

Three...

A dozen or so giant snake heads rose from the deep sea, coiled around the body, and had already shredded several of the submerged metal warships.

Unbeknownst to them, in the gradually thickening sea fog, countless scarlet, cruel Serpent Eyes looked down, hissing and flicking their tongues, their serpentine bodies churning and swirling, dividing and entangling the Pan-Hellenic Alliance's fleet, as if they were holding a feast.

Sure enough, that old Jehovah was prepared.

At that moment, Samael and the serpentine monster that emerged from the sea gazed at each other from afar, and Samael frowned as he revealed his answer.

Leviathan, the Deep Sea Giant Serpent!