A Sudden Turn of Events
When you ran into heroes from historical legends, especially mythological ones, the best way to handle it was to make sure their heads hit the ground cleanly and decisively.
As the saying went, heroes emerged in troubled times. The age had forged these mythic figures, beings on par with demigods, who could kill ten people in a single step and slaughter demons as easily as chopping vegetables. They were nearly all ruthless killers who wouldn't even spare themselves once they got going. How could they possibly be kind and approachable, or speak to people in a friendly manner? Had someone been eating shit?
Heracles Enzo Camillo said confidently, "We have seven 'Saints.' That should be enough to suppress the other side!"
Each "Saint" was a genuine supernatural being, which made them a formidable guarantee of strength.
Unfortunately, the Saint's Association had only managed to gather seven "Saints" so far. If all thirteen "Saints" were assembled, their combined strength would be nearly on par with the power of creation.
They could hold their own against a Sumerian hero, let alone a Sumerian ruler in this day and age.
"Good luck!"
Li Bai shrugged.
The thought of fighting a hero from a prehistoric civilization was pretty thrilling.
"No, we should say, good luck to us!"
Heracles pointed to the back of his left hand, reminding Li Bai that he was a member of the Saint's Association, one of them, and that they shared each other's fortunes and misfortunes. He shouldn't say "you."
"Could you tell me about the other six 'Saints'? I might run into them someday."
Li Bai smoothly followed up on what Heracles had said.
Chances to fish for information like this didn't come often. Whether he could learn anything more valuable depended on how