The Greece Antagonist

"Asclepius, do you have a solution?"

"Use this! It can boost your magic power by three to five times for a quarter of an hour!"

The Medicine God solemnly replied, decisively taking several bottles of purple-red Magic Potion from his bag.

It was a by-product of the elixir of immortality, made from the Blood of Gorgon and Golden Apples, capable of significantly enhancing the user's Divinity for a short time; however, the downside was that once the time was up, the user would fall into a state of extreme weakness, and in serious cases, they could even die.

And in this Underground Maze filled with Magic Beasts and giants, drinking this stuff was hardly different from seeking death indirectly.

Furthermore, due to the limited time and precious materials, he had managed to make only six bottles before they set off.

Chiron scanned the six bottles of Magic Potion and spoke solemnly.

"Select six people to hold off the forces chasing us!"

"Oh, is this a new thing I haven't tried? Let me taste it!"

Cainis stepped forward in a flash, snatching a bottle from the Doctor without any explanation, crushed the cap, and chugged the ill-omened Magic Potion.

Even after drinking, she didn't forget to make a carefree comment.

"This taste, it's strong!"

"Is it? Let me try it too!"

Atalanta took the opportunity to squeeze forward, smoothly taking another bottle from the Doctor and drank the Magic Potion, following Cainis's lead.

Before the rest of the Argo Heroes could react, the wounded Spartan twins silently stepped forward together, each snatching a bottle.

They had suffered severe internal injuries, and even if they forced themselves to keep moving with the group, they would only become a burden.

Instead, it would be better to drink these two Magic Potions that could unleash potential and hold their position right here.

"I want one too!"

A stunning figure rushed forward and took the fifth bottle of Magic Potion from the Doctor.

The Spartan twins looked at the beautiful yet youthful face before them and instinctively raised their hand to stop her.

"Helen, you..."

However, before they could retrieve the Magic Potion, the Spartan princess swiftly drank it and spoke solemnly.

"With me here, I can use Divine Arts to help you last longer!"

Seeing that it was a done deal, the Spartan twins showed a bitter smile.

"Now, father and mother are sure to scold us to death."

"It's okay; sister will coax them."

Helen blinked, her face breaking into a radiant smile.

"As for my two brothers, you have protected me for so long, now it's my turn to protect you."

The Spartan twins felt warmth in their heart and looked at their seemingly grown-up sister with relief.

At that moment, seeing that the Magic Potions the Doctor had produced were about to be divided up, Hercules spoke up.

"The last one's for me!"

However, before he could step forward, a fair and slender hand had already taken the last Magic Potion and poured it into her mouth.

"You can't; I'll stay behind!"

Chiron dropped the empty clay bottle from his hand, then glanced back at Hercules, who was reluctant to leave, and reminded him in a deep voice.

"Covering the rear isn't for you to consider; your mission is to lead the Expeditionary Army to break through the Titan Temple! Take them and leave immediately!"

"But..."

"Go! Don't waste the time we've fought for!"

Chiron roared and, with a surge of increased Divine Power, cut off the stone stairs behind, confronting with the Spartan twins, Helen, Atalanta, Cainis, and five others the two high-ranking giants emerging from the ruins and the thousands of monsters behind them.

Immediately, Chiron and Atalanta leapt between the falling columns, moving as swiftly as the wind and as fiercely as thunder. Arrows infused with Divine Power shot through the sky, piercing the Divine Cores of one Magic Beast and giants after another rushing from all sides.

In just a few minutes, the entrance to the path below was already piled with hundreds of bodies, and the chasing Magic Beasts and giants were momentarily blocked.

As the two high-rank giants roared and entered the fray themselves, relying on their barbaric bodies to withstand the damage from the arrow rain, they charged to the front. The Spartan twins and Cainis raised their sword and shield and spear, resolutely meeting the charge.

Standing at the rear, Helen, the spellcaster, stood firm, chanting rapid Divine Words, continuously blessing her five teammates.

Hearing the dense booming behind him, Hercules clenched his teeth, turned his head, and with himself as the spearhead, killed his way forward.

The remaining dozen or so Argo Heroes forced themselves not to look back, lifted their shields, thrust their spears, formed a battle formation, followed Hercules's figure, further tearing through the obstructions on the road, accelerating their march.

The heroes who had passed the selection and joined the Expeditionary Army were naturally no fools and understood the implications of swallowing such Magic Potion.

But some things, someone had to do them.

At this moment, the torch called "Prometheus" had burnt out, and next, they could only use their bodies as fuel, to light their own path!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The crowd roared as they rushed forward, the tide of thousands of Magic Beasts and giants seemed to be parted by an invisible giant hand from the center.

Letting the monsters brutally collide time after time, the supported Argo Heroes were like ships cutting through the waves, swiftly closing the distance between the team and the Titan Temple.

After passing through a narrow corridor, the blood-red light emitted by the Underground Temple was faintly visible.

But at the same time, a fierce and towering figure shattered one side of the stone wall and charged towards the Argo Expeditionary Army.

Without getting close, he raised his head and spat out several clumps of dark green Poison Liquid.

The snake-legged giant—Perros!

"Bang!"

A clay jar was thrown directly at him, smashing against the stone wall and shattering, with the blue Magic Potion inside quickly vaporizing and momentarily slowing down the rapidly spreading poison fog.

"You go ahead; leave him to me."

The Medicine God stood firm in front of the narrow passage, waving to his teammates behind him.

Hercules stopped in his tracks, looking in astonishment at the doctor in the team.

"You?"

"Don't worry, I kept a few vials of Magic Potion for myself."

The Medicine God replied calmly and walked straight towards the snake-legged giant Perros.

Watching the figure grow farther away, Hercules clenched his teeth forcefully, forcing himself to turn his head and continue forward with the remaining team.

At this moment, the snake-legged giant, who had barged into the narrow corridor, looked at the Divine Blood Hero before him with a disdainful sneer.

"A Magic Potion that stimulates Divinity? Are you preparing to make your flesh even more delicious?"

"Theoretically, yes..."

The Medicine God replied indifferently, while his right hand leisurely took out several vials of Magic Potion from his pouch and drank them one after another.

However, as one vial after another was consumed, the snake-legged giant watched the Medicine God's skin begin to crack, and the red-black patterns surge within his flesh, suddenly feeling a strong sense of Anxiety.

No! This wasn't a Magic Potion to stimulate Divinity.

It was...

At this moment, in the narrow corridor, the Doctor, with a pleasantly curved smile on his lips, asked curiously,

"So, Hydra, Gorgon, compared to your Poison Liquid, which one is stronger? And what is the power of a combination of the three? Remember to tell me about the experience afterward..."

The snake-legged giant, realizing too late, saw the enclosed surroundings and panicked, screaming frantically as he retreated:

"Get back! Get back!"

But at that moment, the Medicine God had already emptied the last jar in his hand, his skin a mixture of purplish-red and red-black, the Divine Power within him tumultuous.

Splat!

The light patterns on the doctor's body burst apart, and his body exploded thunderously, a sky filled with purplish-red blood raining down upon the snake-legged giant, instantly having the effect of sulfuric acid being poured over plants.

In a matter of moments, the poison-using, snake-legged giant was entirely rotted, wailing miserably as he dissolved into a thick liquid.

For the Medicine God, Poison was also a remedy, the difference between killing and healing was just a matter of thought.

If it could save the lives of the innocent, then the deadly poison in his hands was also a cure for diseases.