The Greece Antagonist

Luo En nodded and smiled as he looked at Hecate across from him.

"So, I've brought you along as well."

Hecate snapped back to her senses, her face darkened, finally understanding the reason why Luo En "kindly" took her sailing.

Just as the divinity of Chance could interfere with the inevitability of Fate, the Goddess of Chance could equally shield the workings of Heavenly Destiny...

After all that, this little bastard was using her as a shield.

"Not only that, I can't be at ease going out on my own and leaving you alone at War God Mountain, can I?"

Luo En added with a smile, pretending to be deeply concerned about his master.

Seeing this, Hecate's formerly chess-winning good mood evaporated, her teeth itching with anger at the disaster of a disciple before her.

To put it bluntly, this little bastard was worried she would escape from War God Mountain and run back to rule the Netherworld.

For a moment, Hecate felt a surge of anger rising to her gall, threw down her chess piece, and sneered at Luo En across from her.

"Lie down, I'm going to settle accounts!"

"Now? With the ship rocking like this..."

"Isn't this even better?"

Hecate retorted with a mocking question, her purple eyes flickering with an eager fire.

Based on past experience, the more dangerous and tense the situation, the more interesting it was to do such things.

If it was Zeus who had come, she didn't even dare to imagine how pleased she would be with her disciple's performance on the clock.

Immediately after, without waiting for Luo En to react, Hecate tossed him onto the bed amidst the ship's tumult.

Circe, who was fast asleep, was hit squarely, her arms flailing helplessly in the air as though a drowning victim signaling for help.

"Oh, right, you're included too."

Seeing her beloved disciple pressed beneath her, Hecate remembered the agreement they made before the gamble and her smile brightened.

"Perfect, both disciple and master can take this lesson together!"

The lights from the fluorite lamp in the ship's cabin flickered on and off, as the seldom-turning Witchcraft Goddess wielding her Curse whip, began a re-education project on the pair of disgraceful disciples beneath her.

The sect is unfortunate...

A certain culprit responsible for leading the sect astray feigned grief while glancing out the window at a peculiar streak of crimson in the dark clouds, his pupils twinkling slightly.

This divine energy, why does it feel so familiar?

At this moment, amidst the thick clouds.

"Achoo!"

The red-haired Eris sneezed heavily, feeling a sudden chill for no apparent reason.

Is someone talking about me?

It's you, isn't it!

The Goddess who governed discord and strife looked down at the tumultuous ship in the storm, her face breaking into an evil sneer, calling forth even more severe natural disasters with her crimson divine energy.

She had only been wandering through this sea region when she came across this human ship setting sail, the blessing aura from a certain old rival on board annoying her, and thus she whimsically desired to wreak havoc.

Trust him? Here's a lesson for you!

At this time, inside the captain's room, Jason looked at the massive waves covering the sea, breaking into a cold sweat on his forehead:

"Big wave! In 10 breaths!"

"Everyone hold positions! Strengthen the left-side Defensive Charm!"

The heroes hurriedly steadied themselves, dutifully following Captain Jason's orders.

"Boom!"

In a moment, the giant ship almost stood at a 90-degree angle with the surging waves, the clutter on deck sliding towards the stern, but the outer Defense Spells were strong enough, and the tireless Dragon Tooth Soldiers maintaining the propulsion, allowed the Argo to ascend against the current, leaping over the wave crest.

"Bang!"

What followed was a rapid descent, causing intense floating and shaking within the ship. The waves that struck the stern like a hammer from the sky made the Argo's Defense Spells flicker, dimming slightly.

Amidst the violent jolting in a room in the hold, suppressed moans could be heard.

"Here it comes again!"

Atalanta in the lookout tower warned her companions of the new, hundred-meter-tall wave approaching.

Amidst the storm, the Argo charged forward, splitting waves with the power provided by heroes and the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, passionately racing.

And the voices from the hold seemed to grow louder as well.

"Whirlpool belt!"

Medea urgently cautioned from the ship's side.

Through the Magic Formula in front of him, Jason saw dozens of vast whirlpools nearly covering the entire sea surface and, relying on his accumulated navigation experience, he clenched his teeth and gave orders:

"Hit them at a vertical angle! The bow 30 degrees south by east, distance 600 meters, speed level two, steady advancement!"

"In a quarter of an hour, full rudder to the left! Forward three!"

The Argo Heroes loyally executed the captain's commands, carefully maneuvering the Argo through the dense whirlpool belt.

As the previously up-and-down rocking ship passed through the layers of vortex on the water surface, it began to sway from side to side.

Now, the noise from the hold mixed with the storm seemed even more resounding, with a hint of desperate intimacy.

"The eye of the storm! It's ahead!"

Cainis, standing at the bow, pointed to the funnel-shaped clouds on the distant sea surface, signaling new danger to her comrades.

"Let me handle this!"

Hercules shouted, drawing his Bronze Longbow into a full moon shape, and shot a powerful arrow towards the eye of the storm.

The redblack stream of light howled through the air, crashing into the center of the storm eye and exploding, its dispersing halo of Divine Energy tore the terrifying storm apart.

The previously gloomy sky suddenly felt a bit brighter.

Eris, in the clouds, looked surprised as she watched the human ship successfully overcome the hurdles she had set.