The Greece Antagonist

The Spartan twins and Hippolyta, having successfully broken through, were now bending their bows and nocking arrows to shoot at the Titan Giant God that was almost within reach.

With the twang of bowstrings, a dense rain of arrows suddenly fell.

But within the dull clinks and clanks, those arrows endowed with Divine Power were completely deflected by the water-blue halo around Occhanos.

To try to harm a Titan Deity with human weapons and strength was still too much of a stretch.

Yet even so, neither the Spartan nor the Amazon armies hesitated as they raised their Spear and Shield, unsheathed their swords, and thrust and hacked at the enormous creature approaching them.

The Spartan Long Spears, made of bronze, struck the Giant God's ankle, sparking a trail of fire; the Amazon swords, engraved with Divine Patterns, chopped at the monster's knee, leaving behind a shallow white mark.

The scene before them was like ants charging at an elephant, seemingly futile and ineffective.

But if once wasn't enough, what about ten times, a hundred times, a thousand?

The constant dripping wears away the stone!

"Attack!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Hippolyta and the Spartan twins altered their flanking formation and launched wave after wave of assaults on the advancing Occhanos.

One by one, the Amazons and Spartans, undeterred by the risk of their limbs being shattered or being trampled into mush, boldly approached the Giant God.

Some drew their swords to chop, some raised their spears to stab, and others wielded their blades to slash, repeatedly attacking the wounds desperately inflicted by their comrades on the Giant God's body.

Gradually, the insignificant cracks spread, and the shallow white marks became deep enough to see bone.

"Bang!"

Finally, after nearly a hundred casualties, the marching Giant God stumbled and fell to the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

They had succeeded!

They managed to hold back Occhanos!

Those watching the battle from the city walls were inspired and couldn't help cheering for their warriors.

However, in the face of absolute strength, the tenacity born of courage could only hold out for so long.

Occhanos, who had fallen to the ground, only paused for a moment before the wound on his leg began to heal quickly under the wrap of the water-blue halo.

The outcome the Spartan and Amazon armies had bought with the lives of a hundred people didn't even delay the Giant God for a minute.

What was even more fatal was that Occhanos seemed to understand that he needed to deal with the insects at his feet first in order to proceed without trouble, so he immediately set his Authority in motion.

In an instant, a water-blue Magic Circle Diagram formed in midair; Occhanos drew a sky-blue Longsword hundreds of meters long, and with a thunderous crash, slammed it down upon the insects below.

Hippolyta and Penthesilea, who were closest to the action, stiffened and looked up, their field of vision suddenly filled with sky-blue Water Light.

The area was too vast; there was no escape!

"Blood of Ares, ignite!"

The sisters' eyes flashed with determination as they simultaneously shouted, choosing to ignite their Divine Blood for one last stand.

However, the flames ignited by the two only lasted for a moment before being engulfed by the azure blade.

To fight a Deity with a mortal's body, the outcome was predetermined.

After all, courage cannot replace strength.

Watching the azure Water Light fall on the battlefield, the people on the walls of Thessaly City involuntarily turned away, unable to bear the sight of the carnage to come.

"Spurt!"

At the last moment, Occhanos was pierced through the chest by a blood-colored Javelin, sending his body crashing backward.

At the same time, a huge Poison Dragon descended from the sky onto the battlefield, spitting blood-red tongues of flame, and fixed its vertical pupils menacingly on the surroundings.

The warrior clad in Bronze Armor atop the dragon let go of the reins, removed his helmet, revealing a handsome yet arrogant face, and coldly watched Occhanos who lay in the dust.

"My daughter is not someone else's to discipline!"

Hippolyta and Penthesilea, who had narrowly escaped death, looked at the man who appeared before them in astonishment.

"Father God?"

"What are you standing around for? Can't walk? Stand up!"

The man grunted in displeasure, slowly drew his sword glowing with a tricolored brilliance from his waist, and pointed it toward Occhanos, who was getting up from the crater.

"As long as you're not dead, then follow me and attack! There are no cowards in my bloodline!"

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

Simultaneously, deafening shouts came from the sea near Thessaly.

Hundreds of warships burst through the fog, racing forward.

On deck, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers turned winches, loaded crossbow artillery, while wild-dressed Priests and mages charged the Demon Crystals with energy,

And a robust middle-aged man rode a Dragon Chariot into the sky, as hundreds of tamed Two-legged Flying Dragons took off in succession, following closely behind the man.

"It's our father! Sister, father has come to help us!"

On the walls of Thessaly City, the young Prince of Colchis recognized his valiant father and excitedly cheered to his sister Medea.

And from afar, watching the Colchis fleet, a line spread from the clouds, quickly engulfing the nearby seas, with blood-red bands of light cutting through like sharp swords.

Under the stirring of the crimson glow, the sea boiled and roiled, bubbles erupting in succession, as the Sea Beasts once controlled by the Authority of Thetis, now fought each other in a frenzy,

Their crimson blood continuously spouting on the surface of the sea, overflowing, creating a bizarre color.

And within the Colchis fleet, whether it was the Flying Dragon cavalry in the sky or the Dragon Tooth Soldiers on deck, their bodies were covered with a thick layer of blood-red Armor.

Reaction, speed, strength, and even the desire to attack all visibly increased several-fold.

From that moment on, they were warriors born for battle, ready to fight for this victory until the very last moment of their lives!

The Authority of the War God?

You've finally arrived, Ares!

Luo En's face broke into a satisfied smile; he then retracted the probe of his spirit and turned to face Kronos, who already had seven arms glowing with fire, with all his might.

Just three more minutes!