◈ Chapter 134 - Prelude to the Second Round
Ah, now I understand.
This is why the guys called Rotten Water sang the New Deulbak Neweulbak song, and the Four Heavenly Kings took their young disciples to join the church and filmed The Lion King.
"Hwaaaaap!!"
Red eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit, red self-defense power blooming all over his body.
In particular, the red energy that formed on his two fists and two legs was showing ideal power with perfect speed and balance even though I did not teach him.
Now, I can understand the feelings of my distant teachers as I see the sight of a martial artist who has blossomed only with my own hands, not with anyone else's hands or anyone's blessings.
A baby bird that flies for the first time shares its emotions with its parent birds and completes its first flight, and a lion that brings its first prey proves itself to its mother and father and rejoices together.
Then, unmanned.
How do the warriors who inherited martial arts and inherited merit commemorate this?
Atalanta and I both knew this, even if we didn't say it.
"I'll show you."
Along with the sound of the air rumbling, energy welled up in my hands.
In contrast to Atalanta, which shines brightly like a deep red shooting star, there is a jet-black magic that is reminiscent of the night before the night of the year when not even the stars are visible.
If she raised a star with her whole body, I would just be the night to swallow it up.
Sura Station Sky-Tamseong (貪星).
A fist covered in black night swallowed a red star.
-Cow wow!
This is the clash between energy and energy.
To use a sound metaphor, a strange bursting sound, as if a hole in a huge balloon had been pierced with a needle, hits the ears, and strong meteors, unable to overcome each other's strength, fly dizzyingly and turn over in all directions.
In the midst of it all, pure energy burns all impurities and shines brightly, shining pure white.
A destructive and beautiful moment of light that is wonderful, terrifying, and thrilling.
In this way, the source of all things that could not possibly exist before my eyes burns fiercely in response to my will, and I see before my eyes an explosion of creation that even God has not witnessed.
It is said that many warriors and many masters spend their entire lives searching for their enemy.
The strongest of the strong, who are blessed with delicacies from the mountains and the seas, treasures of gold and silver, and power over all people just by staying still, wander the martial forest and fight for their lives like insignificant warriors of this or third class.
To sharpen oneself, to surpass oneself and go to the next level, to build a reputation, to find disciples, etc.
I brought up all kinds of reasons, but the nameless old monk from Kunlun shook his head as he filled my cup with alcohol.
'Perhaps they are wandering around because they can't forget the moment you and I saw...'
Like moths flocking to a fire, they are captivated by this enchanting sight and thirsty for the rest of their lives.
Haha!"
So I showed it.
To my first disciple who blossomed.
Even in mythology, he was shown to the most beautiful and cruel woman.
This ecstatic moment that demigod masters were both afraid of and fascinated by this beautiful curse that would make her thirsty for the rest of her life.
"Ahhh...!!"
This white color forms in her red eyes.
The greed of a warrior, the agony of a martial artist.
Even if you conquer everything and enjoy everything, this sight will make you thirsty and impatient until the end.
I saw the pure explosion of destruction and creation blooming at the tip of our hands, seared into my mind.
'It has to end soon.'
As expected, Atalanta was a masterpiece from the mythical era, and even though she had just awakened to strength, her power was unrivaled.
However, due to the immaturity and rough operation of the river, you may suffer serious internal injuries if you are not careful.
As I swung my hand toward the sky, the two rivers that were clashing violently soared at the same time.
-Cow wow!
Two colors of energy soaring high into the sky like large firecrackers.
The black river, soaring fiercely like a black dragon ascending to the sky, and the red river, like a red dragon trying to catch up, flew together, wrapping around the black river.
-Bang!
And explosion.
A torrent of night water covering the blue sky and red meteors racing through the night presented an untimely meteor shower.
-Ssssshh!
"Ah..."
"How is it."
Atalanta, who had been staring at me and the fantastic sight she had created, slowly turned her head to face me.
His entire body was covered in sweat, as if he had fallen into the water, and the thin fabric soaked under the armor he had taken off was a mess of dirt and sweat.
Those brilliantly shining eyes were still sparkling intensely.
Aspiration, longing, joy, awe.
These were the beautiful eyes that a warrior who had just conquered the realm should have.
"Is this the world you see?"
"And Hercules is also a seeing world."
Beyond that, it is the world seen by the gods and the world seen by those who have crossed the wall.
"Congratulations. Opening the door and standing in front of it."
She earned what she deserved.
The qualification to escape from humanity, the qualification to challenge the world of gods. This is the state I have walked through and many warriors will walk toward.
In Greece they say apos de aura.
In Moorim, it is called the pinnacle.
The first step to the realm of metacognition, where you can shape energy with your will, hear what you cannot see, and see what you cannot hear.
It's been about two months since I came to the Forest of Heroes.
In the original myth, it was the moment when the beautiful Atalanta, the tragic heroine who had been sacrificed by an oracle, escaped that fate.
* * *
Atalanta must have been unable to hold back her passion as I acknowledged her as her teacher with a warm smile.
With the kings looking on from afar and her warriors staring right in front of me, she pounced on me like a lioness pouncing on her prey and stole her lips.
As they attacked me as if they were going to quench their burning thirst, I had to feel the fear of being eaten for a moment.
"Chuuuuup! Puhaa!"
"Puh-ha!"
Atalanta wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and her legs around my waist and kissed me as if I was going to eat her. After swallowing her saliva for a long time, she fell as if she was satisfied.
"Haa, haa...Good..."
Then, I couldn't say anything and couldn't help but smile bitterly as he nuzzled his face into my neck like a well-fed cat.
"You're so outspoken."
"Hehe, what do you think! "Everyone, look."
I was speechless at that bright and confident appearance.
Atalanta, who must have thought that she had given her a blow, smiled brightly with her sweaty face, and only then fell out of her arms.
"Ereni! Bring it!"
"Uh? "Huh?"
"Hurry!"
Then she called her lieutenant, a hot pink-haired wizard, and immediately put the standard she had brought into my hands.
"Good! Surrender!"
The image of Tuma, who shook the entire martial arts world, flashed past the beautiful female warrior smiling brightly as if she had no regrets whatsoever.
"Uh... Ugh, I can't help it."
The adjutant was shocked by the captain's sudden declaration of surrender, but soon became convinced and bowed his head.
"It's been a while, huh?"
"Ah, ahahaha... Ah, hello?"
Aphrodite's daughter, the sorceress Ereneea, who has been avoiding me since the last music class.
It was hard to forget her unpronounceable name and impressive hair color.
Of course, the superstitious genes that allow her to pull off that amazing hair color are a bonus.
Just a month ago, polar opposites who would growl when they met each other, when did they become so close?
"I want to hear what happened later."
When I laughed as if I was having fun, Atalanta shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me.
"Well, let's talk slowly after this mess."
"Uh? Oh, Atalanta? "What do you mean?"
"Shh, Eleni. "I told you to only trust her sister."
"...?"
I was dubious as to what on earth was being said between these two.
It seemed like solving that interesting question would have to be put off for a while.
-Chuck!Chuck!Chuck!Chuck!
This is because, beyond the exhausted Atalanta army, the Iron Legion, which had risen again after pushing away the pile of dirt, advanced with intimidating steps.
"Let's see, I took away the military discipline. "You guys automatically lose, right?"
"Huh! Well, I want to play a little more. "It's unfortunate, but there's nothing we can do."
Let's hang out later, when it's quiet, at night.
Atalanta whispered with a mischievous smile as she passed me by.
"Oh, Sue, thank you for your hard work!"
"Hey! It was great! Teach me one more time later. "Handsome brother!"
"Ugh, monster. A real monster... Hehe!"
Atalanta's army followed her, escaping like her ebb and flow, exiting her battlefield, saying one word at a time.
And in their place, a legion carrying spears and shields slowly approached me.
-Chuck!
As the leader of the corps got closer to me, following the hand signal of the general standing at the front, the troops stood in a restrained manner and pointed their spears at me.
"Good, I'm not discouraged."
"..."
Theseus, the leader of the legion, who confronted me only twenty paces away, aimed his spear at me with burning eyes.
Just like with Atalanta, there was no need to say more to those who stood on the battlefield and faced each other.
"Light bulbuuun!"
-Attack!!
-Wow!!
As the general's Lion's Roar echoed through the air, the soldiers, inspired by that power, rushed towards me with their spears in hand.
Game 2.
It was the prelude to a great war led by Theseus, a hero of wisdom, prince of Athens, and a hero on par with Hercules.
◈ Chapter 135 - The Sea King's Spear
-Wow!
Infantry units carrying huge shields and sharp spears march with shouts.
The ground shakes with those steps, and the air resonates with those shouts.
Indeed, its momentum was not inferior to that of the 100,000-strong army of the empire that it faced in the past.
A thrill of excitement ran down my spine as I felt like I was in a classic movie that was shown on a TV channel a long time ago.
"But, it's definitely not the right time."
When I opened my eyes and looked, Theseus' army numbered exactly 600 people.
Since it was an event-type short-term decisive battle anyway, there was no need for a supply unit, and even excluding other miscellaneous troops, the number was very small.
'No, is my unit system strange?'
The martial arts in the central plains were basically in units of 10,000 or 100,000 units. They said they were going to war, but since the unit of soldiers was around 100, I felt a sense of disparity.
However, just because the number is small does not mean we should let down our guard.
First of all, as they were heroes of the mythical era, their basic specifications were far above even martial arts standards, and the people who commanded them were heroes of military strategy who were predecessors of Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi.
Considering the inaction of each individual and the synergy of the commanders, it should be said that the strength of the corps cannot be measured simply by the number of soldiers.
In fact, I was impressed by the fact that they marched without a single person being left behind despite a landslide(?) That had been thrown as an opening battle.
-Clap clap clap.
"Okay, I've passed up to this point."
I applaud the late exponents of this era who have been training with blood and sweat for the past month to hunt me down.
I don't know about Atalanta, which I raised myself, but even in the martial arts world, it was definitely an unprecedented feat to stop Dominbo, which started off by basically wiping out half of the troops, without a single person being left behind.
Of course, I killed the power, but I have to take into account that the opponents are natural people who do not even know martial arts.
By the time I finished my review of Theseus.
Reproducing a scene from a movie, the leader of Theseus' army was within a five-step radius.
"Aaaaah!!"
"Tsk tsk."
The leader who aims his spear at me at the forefront is none other than Theseus.
Even though he was wearing an Athenian helmet, I clicked my tongue when I saw his blue eyes glowing with murder.
The strength Atalanta showed earlier.
A small topic I mentioned before the start of the war.
Ignoring what it meant, his eyes were just black and full of jealousy and hatred, and he was that of a beast that could no longer be called a hero.
Theseus is screaming and attacking me like a hyena attacked by evil.
I gladly accepted the spear.
-Visor!
"Uh?"
The spear, which would have pierced my neck if it had been just one second longer, flew out in the blink of an eye, but Theseus probably wasn't surprised to see it.
You know exactly what you and I are doing, and if that's the case, you shouldn't be surprised that your attack bounced off.
The reason his eyes were filled with astonishment was none other than the spear in my hand.
A black spear created with the divine power of creation.
This spear was like another arm of mine because it was materialized based on the pike formed with the demonic energy of reverse piercing.
The time it took to create this was exactly 0.5 seconds.
This was the result of receiving one-on-one training from the Sea God, who asked if a person who was a direct blood relative of Protogenoi should be too clumsy to use sacred energy.
Originally, it didn't take that long, but now I can say that I can use my divine energy almost as if I were breathing.
"Polyochia! Polyochia!"
While Theseus was shocked and distracted by my spear, Jason, who was watching the situation from the rear ranks, was in charge of the army.
As soon as he waved his military flag and gave a command, the steel wall that was pushing towards me suddenly shifted to the left and right and launched spears all at once.
"Oh!"
It was as if a castle wall had been built before my eyes in an instant.
Every single one of the hundreds of spears that emerged from the castle wall rushed towards me.
-Evil!!
Forehead, eyes, back of the neck, collarbone, shoulders, elbows, wrists, chest, stomach, thighs, knees, etc...
It was literally a tactic full of the intention to hurt my body even with just one blow.
There was even a huge tower shield to minimize damage to our troops, and long spear soldiers waiting behind the shield in case I jumped into the sky and cut off the legion's waist.
It felt like I was dealing with a huge creature called an army rather than hundreds of soldiers.
"Isn't this enough to be compared to the 10,000 People's Congress of the Gold Medal?"
If I were to choose the most dangerous legion among the legions I have ever dealt with, I would choose the Jinyiwi Ten Thousand People's Army and the Taihuangtianwi Army, which Zhuge Emperor had dispatched to catch me with the trick of a psycho bastard.
Among the 100,000 members of the Jinui who only follow the emperor's orders, an elite army of elite soldiers was created to deal with Dasuijeon.
When super-adepts like me, who were short and had the strength of a soldier, rebelled against the imperial family.
The 10,000-strong army created to eliminate this truly showed the worst compatibility with the martial arts people.
It is not unusual for the entire army to wear armor and weapons made of 1000-year-old iron as a measure of strength.
Appearing like a ghost, they surrounded the enemy from all sides and engaged in long-distance wheel warfare using artillery and long-distance sniping.
If the master tries to close the distance, he bombards them with all kinds of unusual weapons and great shields.
Then, after rebuilding the long-distance siege formation, they once again use long-distance wheel-to-wheel combat to drain the men's energy.
Special forces like that are just a bunch of work.
If you are surrounded by 10,000 specialists and suffer from all kinds of poison, artillery, and memorization, even if you are a fire fighter expert, you will faint from exhaustion.
Of course, their army will also suffer considerable damage in the meantime.
They must have thought that if they could make a single hwagyeong coriander with only 10,000 troops, it would be a profitable business for the imperial family.
And these Theseus forces, created through collaboration between Jason and Theseus, did not have various weapons or mountain poisons like the Taewangcheonwigun.
The quality of the troops was overwhelmingly superior to this, easily exceeding the difference in weapons and troops.
A feast of spear blades attacking me as if in slow motion, tearing through my accelerated thoughts.
If it gets to this point, my moderate handling of it will actually be an insult to that military strategy and the blood and sweat of the strong soldiers.
As my spear teacher Gwangpungshinchang showed me, I kicked the ground and spun like a professional ballerina.
At the same time, the black spear, rotating like a windmill, swept everywhere, making it literally feel like a black waterspout was sweeping everywhere.
-Chollaalalak!
"Ugh!"
"Ahh!"
Spear blades caught in a black vortex and flying in all directions like firecrackers along with hundreds of sparks.
The soldiers suddenly screamed at the rebound force that penetrated through the spear bars, but their offensive did not stop that much.
"Macheria! Maceria!"
At Jason's call to continue attacking, new spears were launched all at once from beneath the thrown spears.
Broken spears are retrieved and replaced by soldiers in the middle and rear ranks, and intact spears are immediately retrieved and lead to another attack.
"Unus! Okta! Sep tip! Novem! Come!"
-Kagagagagak!
If I straighten out the spear I was slowly rotating and fire a spear strike, Theseus, who catches it in an instant, gives a command to the shield soldiers and immediately strengthens the defense.
The attack was launched with the intention of pushing away the shield, but it ended in vain as four or five merchants quickly latched onto the shield and blocked it.
"It's art, it's art!"
-Ta-da-da-da-dan!
-Kagagagagak!
A perfect wheel-to-wheel battle, as if you were watching a group dance.
The soldiers who held their ground steadfastly even as attacks came from all directions and trembling spears flickered before their eyes were enough to hear my praise.
Since ancient times, men have had no choice but to cheer for strong armies and soldiers.
How many men's hearts have been set on fire by the Hobogi and Xiliang cavalry of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Three Hundred Deathly Forces of Sparta in Greece, and the space fleet of Star Wars?
And although these legions of heroes still showed some immaturity and there were some disappointing ones, they still brought a little emotion to my heart.
I planned to express that emotion to them without any filtering.
In a very demonic way.
"Hi!?"
"...Uh?"
"!!!"
Oh.
It seems like my overflowing emotion is showing on my face.
Seeing the soldiers who witnessed my touching(?) Smile were startled.
Hehe!"
However, a fire truck does not stop at a red light, and a storm that has already blown has no way of blowing back.
They had to face the overwhelming emotion presented by Cheonma from the front.
-Ssaaaaa...!
The fierce wind that had been raging like crazy gradually changed its momentum, and the momentum that had been like a strong wind gradually shook heavily.
Under the pressure of the deep sea that weighs down the entire body, the curve of the wind-breaking spear was created by clashing spears with the son of Cronus, who controls earthquakes and tsunamis.
If it were the emotion gained from the confrontation with none other than the Three Great Gods, Poseidon, it would be enough to express the overwhelming emotion(?) In my heart.
"I dedicate this spear dance to the blue rider who brings the tidal wave."
The huge storm soon brings a tsunami and rushes in all directions.
-Sssss...
It flies up on strong winds and falls with a tsunami.
Like a tsunami rising up without knowing how high it is in the sky, it flies high in the sky carrying air waves from all directions and soon falls.
By driving a huge tsunami.
-Ahhhhh!
A strong wave of air, similar to the screams of millions of people or a strong crashing wave, sweeps all around.
Just as Poseidon showed in his first meeting with me, I too ultimately brought a tsunami to this earth.
Its appearance is truly like the spear of the sea god.
It was named Gwangpunghaewangchang in honor of the sea god who caused the storm to contain the tsunami.
"Spear of the Thunderstorm-Megia Kimar (μέγα κύμα)."
◈ Chapter 136 - Gods and Heroes
Eternal gods, eternal banquets, eternal festivals.
Do you know what these three have in common?
It's so boring that it's scary.
No matter how dazzling the dance moves of spring, summer, fall, and winter are, they will become boring if you watch them for 500 years, and Apollo's beautiful lyre performance was also over 700 years old, so everyone's ears were tired.
It's beautiful and somewhat enjoyable, but everything is starting to get boring.
What about the food you enjoy there?
Ganymedes and Hebe, who hosted the gods' banquet, had been devising recipes for thousands of years so that the gods could enjoy the banquet without getting tired of it.
In the end, ambrosia was ambrosia, and nectar was nectar.
Ever since Dionysus, the son of Semele, the god of wine, brought wine to Olympus, the gods' banquet had no room for changes, and the holy assembly was now treated as a boring regular meeting.
While the immortal gods were trembling at the tedious rituals that were about to happen, the biggest news of all time was spread to all the gods from the temple of the messenger of Hermes.
Atalanta was favored by Artemis for her beautiful white color and natural talent.
Between her and her, the two most outstanding heroes of the current golden generation were waging war.
Theseus, a blood descendant of Zeus, is on par with Hercules in terms of his brilliant wisdom.
And Dianeth is receiving the attention of numerous gods in a short period of time.
In addition, Atalanta, the protagonist of this exciting war of heroes, participated and formed a three-way battle, so Olympus began to seething as if it were a bee hive at the sight of a spectacle for the first time in a long time.
Even among these three, news spread that Dianes would stand alone against two legions.
It seemed as if fuel was being poured into the interest of the gods, who had been simmering from boredom.
The gods were so excited that Zeus, the highest god, had to personally threaten to give them a taste of lightning if they approached the sanctuary until the day of the war.
And on the day of war.
The famous gods and goddesses of Olympus gathered in the sky overlooking the wide plain below Mount Taygetos.
"W-Uncle. "I heard you had some fun with your son-in-law recently?"
"Nephew, I heard you had a great time too. "Is there anything bad about it?"
"You've been so upset these days because you couldn't go to the sanctuary... Please count on me, Poseidon."
Haha! I heard that earthquakes and storms are rampant in the waters of Messenia these days. "So Poseidon himself wielded the spear?"
The gods, who were already familiar with a certain hero, chatted over a common topic over an aperitif.
"Whoa, it's war. Still, I'm glad it's not a barbaric war where fragile lives are lost."
"That's right... It's a war without the screams of widows or the cries of young children. "It would be better if all wars were like this."
The meek goddesses sighed at the event of war itself and looked down at the earth with concern.
"Hmm~ It would be nice if more beautiful people came out and shed blood."
"The beauty of the battlefield is not just strength, and I hope the heroes who will be in charge of Greece know this."
Haha! As expected, the goddesses also see through the beauty of warriors. I also hope that this war will be an opportunity to find new inspiration."
The beautiful gods and goddesses clinked glasses while discussing the aesthetics and art of the battlefield.
Originally, the blacksmiths of the volcano who were not interested in worldly affairs and the monarchs of the underworld who did not move in the surface world were not present.
As the twelve most splendid gods gathered, many gods gathered around to receive the nectar and ambrosia distributed by Hebe.
"Zephyros, what do you think?"
"No matter what, unless you're Hercules, you can't take on two armies by yourself. Dianeth will pay for his arrogance. "What do you think, Iris?"
"Personally, I predict victory for the Atalanta army. Theseus's army takes the form of a typical legion. "The Atalanta army has many different heroes who can create numerous variables."
"Ah~ But it's Theseus. Theseus! The blood descendant of Zeus who possesses both strength and wisdom! Isn't the adjutant Jason, the master of military strategy? "My wife Flora tells me that their army is as powerful as the great army of Athens."
While the numerous gods were each having a heated discussion about this war of heroes, there was a goddess who quietly stayed at a distance and lay down in the clouds.
"Oh... Could it be that person?"
"You are Artemis, the goddess of the moon."
"Huh... It's beyond beautiful."
"Shh, be quiet! "I might hit you!!"
A beautiful goddess with a bow and arrows sparkling in silver and dark black hair bathed in moonlight.
It was Artemis, the goddess of the crescent moon and the protector of purity.
Although I was touched by the fact that I saw her, who rarely attended the divine assembly except by the strict orders of her father Zeus, I did not dare to get close to her because of the subtle anger that was reflected in her beauty.
How many people were caught off guard by her anger?
However, Artemis, the person in question, had no power to care about the attention of those around her.
"Ugh...Ugh..."
The residual heat of her crushing pleasure had been tormenting her horribly for the past month.
The sensation, as if her womb and groin were being gently tickled by her feather, was slowly eroding her reason.
A contract with the devil made a month ago in the sanctuary where her crescent moon rose.
The shameful curse engraved on her lower abdomen as a sign of that contract seemingly disappeared without a trace.
When she was just about to forget about her, she would come creeping in, reliving in her body the pleasures and agony of that day.
"D-Dianeth...! Haha!?"
The residual heat that warmed her entire body did not even allow her to sleep and left her writhing in agony.
Every time she remembered her shameful face, her body shuddered, as if she was missing the touch that had teased her.
Every time she repeated her cursed name, her lips would freely drool as she counted the moments she had been brutally violated that day.
-...Gulp.
"Ugh...!"
Artemis gritted her teeth as she swallowed the saliva in her mouth, but what was worse was her lower abdomen.
Her wet body, dripping with drool all the time, had long since escaped her will.
The place that was wet and twitching, as if asking her to do it right away and to be fucked just like that day, pushed Artemis even further into her despair and agony.
"No. No. I am Artemis, the goddess of purity. "This much..."
She closes her eyes and tries to push away the residual heat of her anguish burning her body...
Then, what naturally came to her mind were those black eyes that sparkled like deep night, and her own face struggling with the pleasure reflected in those eyes.
At the same time, the curse that spread to her lower abdomen revived the residual heat of that day, and her body naturally wriggled in search of the pleasure of that time.
Then, her pure white thighs brushed against each other, causing friction, and the goddess of chastity trembled slightly at the small pleasure that arose like static electricity.
"Huhhh...♡ Tsk?!"
A sweet sex that could never come from a pure goddess.
Artemis was startled by the sound of a moan that she thought would never come out of her own mouth, and looked around her.
Fortunately for her, the gods who heard of her notoriety did not even come near her, and her family was so busy talking among themselves that they had no time to check on her.
"...Whoa, let's calm down. Calm..."
Originally, her deity or whatever would have been just placed in her own temple or hunting ground.
If so, she wouldn't have to worry about looking around her like this.
As Artemis internally gritted her teeth and looked down at the ground, the Black Man, the main culprit of all this, had appeared on her battlefield.
"It's because of that guy, that guy...!"
Black hair, black clothes, black flag.
A cursed hero whose entire body was covered in pitch black, a man who toyed with and humiliated her with her strange tricks.
Dianes.
Her curse, imprinted on her womb, tormented her terribly until she changed her mind, intending to ignore whether or not her gnome would fight her war or not.
I wanted to go down right away and tell them to get rid of this damned curse.
At the same time, just by looking at that image, the curse that had taken control of her body stirred as it pleased.
"#@&^%...!!"
A dizzying sensation, as if I had stepped on the wrong stairs, gave me goosebumps on my white skin, and the nerves of my entire body throbbed violently, craving pleasure.
At the same time, the friction between her two thighs that happened to pass by was literally like if it weren't for God's patience, she would have looked obscene in front of everyone. Her mind resented and cursed, but her body begged to run right away and fuck her like that day. I'm going to do it.
I was afraid of what would happen to me if I went down like this and faced that black crow.
And the war that followed.
Many gods were amazed by the landslide caused by Dianes, who arrogantly went to battle alone.
(Athena stopped the Earth Goddess from running out in extreme anger, asking what he was doing.)
I was impressed by Atalanta's dance and beauty that broke through this.
(Apollo was ecstatic that he had found his own muse in Atalanta's beauty, but was quietly shrunk by the murderous glare of her queen.)
Everyone could not help but admire the midday meteor shower caused by the collision of the two heroes, and upon seeing this, Ares and Athena blessed the new hero chosen by Aura.
And everyone present whistled at the passionate kiss between Atalanta and Dianes that followed immediately.
(The Goddess of Beauty and the Queen of Gods, who were watching, clinked their glasses with pride.)
And in the second battle that followed, the gods applauded the 600 soldiers led by Theseus and Jason, who moved as if they were one body.
(Athena was impressed that the army, although still inexperienced, was extremely skilled and surpassed the legions stationed in her guardian city.)
Even though they were surrounded on all sides, everyone was speechless as if they were mesmerized by the spear dance of Dianes, who waved her spear like a strong wind and defeated it.
(Tushin and Haesin, who were silently cheering with their arms around each other, began to insist that he had taught them that spear technique.)
And finally, everyone could not keep their mouths shut at the sight of the jet-black spear rising high into the sky and the sign of a powerful tsunami gathering behind it.
(In response to the hero's remark about paying homage to the Blue Horseman, Nike held up Poseidon's hand and Ares fell to the floor in despair.)
Eventually, a powerful intangible tsunami swept all around.
The only one standing on the plain was Dianes.
A new great hero who picks up the standard of Theseus' army and strokes his hair as if it were natural.
Goddesses and nymphs sighed mournfully at the beautiful beauty fully revealed under the sunlight, and the male gods threw their glasses to the ground, praising his inaction while making expressions of astonishment at the women's reaction.
Artemis, who had been watching this, became exhausted and lowered her head, while several goddesses watched quietly.
The top seat of the banquet hall was still empty.
◈ Chapter 137 - Honor for Warriors
Even though it was me, there was an unprecedented event taking place in my place, and I was a part of it, but I couldn't help but mess around with Neri.
And it so happened that the most powerful and most warlike pirates in the Greek Sea, the Sea God and his wife, were very interested in my martial arts.
One day I clashed spears with Poseidon, one day I fought swords with Amphitrite, one day I fought Nesneria... Well, I was pretty busy anyway.
Poseidon and Amphitrite's preferred battlefield is none other than the deep sea.
It was not Bikini Bottom, but a deep sea at the level of Merong City.
Gods, there was no such thing as darkness blocking my vision, and since I was also a half-spirited warrior capable of controlling divine power, there was no inconvenience to anyone with my vision or breathing, but there was one completely unexpected obstacle: water pressure.
It would take at least three months to get from Xinjiang, where I was, to the nearest sea, and considering various variables, it would take half a year.
Of course, Hansi was busy, so there was no time to go to the sea, and even the pirates of the Haenam faction welcomed them with open arms, saying that they were better than the Murim Alliance by acknowledging their autonomy and providing manpower for the subjugation of Japanese pirates, so there was no need for a naval battle.
Even while I was wandering, there was so much work to do that I had no time to go to the sea, so the sea to me was just a big puddle of salty water.
Such a land bastard dives and sinks with excitement, but once it exceeds a certain water level, an enormous amount of water pressure exerts a burden on its entire body.
If I hadn't climbed the pole, my muscles would have been twisted and my internal organs would have exploded from the enormous water pressure.
If his spiritual power wasn't at a level where he could be called a demigod, his breathing would have been blocked and he would have sunk to the ground as a drowned body.
Of course, the executed couple before that were gods of the sea, so their lives would have been spared.
No, do you think I would have rescued him?
I can withstand deep-sea water pressure and even breathing, wow, I can withstand this? I don't know how I feel when I think about the amazing images I saw while doing this.
Anyway, my entire body is as heavy as 500 times the force of gravity.
Breathing is also somewhat free under water, but it is only slightly better than an underwater respirator.
Meanwhile, the spearmen and swordmen who attack me are gods who have lived twice as long as my three lives combined.
If it's too tight, it gets stuck, and if it's too tight, it flips over.
For the first time in a long time, I could keenly feel the danger at the hands of the Sea King and his wife, who were treacherously manipulating the ocean currents and attacking me.
However, there was also a lot to be gained.
By adapting to the deep sea and getting used to the ocean currents, not only their physical balance and stamina, but also their physical strength and magic skills showed progress.
This is an extreme situation where the enormous water pressure is applied to your entire body, if you are even slightly disturbed, your breathing will be blocked, and if you lose your mind even a little, every inch of your body will be crushed.
It was the result of my struggle to survive in a situation where the sea gods, who could cut a building-sized deep-sea monster in two with a single blow, were attacking me and wanting to rip my head off.
Oh, by the way, the story about the deep sea monster being split in two was a true story.
Instinctively, the gods of the sea don't touch me, whether they recognize me or not, but I guess I was treated like a delicacy, so when I got stuck over two deep sea mountain ranges, I was so excited that I opened my mouth and attacked.
It looked similar to a giant moray eel, but its size far exceeded the 63 Building.
What about me? Sea urchins? In the meantime, Poseidon blew off his head in an instant, but even so, the sight of the giant moray eel attacking him with its eyes rolling out was quite terrifying.
I'm used to seeing a lot of guys who can destroy mountains and massacre large armies, but even the Twelve Gods would be horrified to see a moray the size of a building coming at me to destroy a mountain and eat me.
Anyway, coming up to the ground in the midst of all this couldn't have been better.
The air is clear, my shoulders are light.
Even as I came up from the dark deep sea and faced the colorful surface world, I couldn't help but sing.
While I didn't see him for a while, Atalanta grew up and climbed over the wall while competing with me. As a martial artist, I couldn't help but feel excited. My excitement had already reached its limit. .
Of course, as he looked at the half-corpse of 600 people lying down with his eyes closed, he slowly withered away.
"...Was it a bit too much?"
The Neptune Spear, Megia Kimar, that I threw away for no reason just because I thought I would be in the final form.
It was a martial arts attack exclusively for Shinmagi created as a variation of the Wind Wind Spear, inspired by Poseidon's blow that had blown me across three mountain ranges.
The joy of developing the new possibilities of martial arts that I knew and the peerless martial arts that I inherited from my teacher was a great achievement for a martial artist, comparable to the excitement of having a son and a daughter.
It's not for no reason that I named my new spear the name of Poseidon, the Sea King, out of embarrassment.
However, even though it is still unfinished, the martial arts for great gods are being used against children.
"I'll hear something from Asclepius later."
Even so, Hercules was angry at me for beating up the kids every morning.
I need to avoid the treatment center for the time being.
"What do you think. "Jason."
"Ugh...! As expected, did you notice?"
At my call, Jason, who was holding his breath under his shield and waiting for the right moment, stood up with a wry smile.
In his hand was a sharp-edged Cyclops nosepiece.
"Haha... Everyone trained and prepared with the utmost determination to die."
Jason's brown eyes, as if looking around him in despair, were filled with fighting spirit, contrary to his face.
"Hey, can you try some more?"
"Of course."
Jason, who threw away his helmet and armor as if it were obvious, smiled brightly and pointed his sword at me.
"I knew anyway, that you were a monster worse than Hercules."
"Still, you're going to point your sword at me? "Do you believe in the same rule that life should not be harmed?"
A look of contempt flashed across Iason's face for a moment when he saw me shaking his head and shaking his head.
Immediately, his face stiffened from the energy wave I gave off.
-Kyaaaaa!!
A terrible roar that sounds like an Asura from Hell.
Even in my past life, the energy wave of Sura Station Heavenly Strike, which was my main magic attack, resembled Asura's scream.
A vicious energy wave that would have stopped an ordinary person's heart just by encountering it.
The Prince of Iolkos, who witnessed this face-to-face, looked as if he was about to collapse at any moment.
Still, those shaky legs did not break.
"I, I, I'm in the middle of nowhere...!!"
The trembling voice was full of fear that could not be hidden, and the unsightly tearful eyes were full of fear.
The general, who had lost his men and was defeated, was still standing upright and facing me.
"Heh, Herak, Cless and you, just like you! It's not that strong! Poetry, even the blood of God is born with it. Ah, no!
Ah, like Atalanta, God didn't bow down!"
His face was completely distorted and covered in blood with open wounds, and while he was screaming in a fit of convulsions, spit and foam were flowing from his mouth.
Despite this, the ugly-looking prince, who could not be trusted to be the prince of a country, did not lower his hand as he aimed his sword.
"Ha, don't do it! I can't stop. You can't stop... No matter how much you put your face on the ground and crawl between your crotches. "You can't stop!"
A wall that cannot be overcome, an enemy that cannot be defeated, a fight that cannot be won.
The me in his screaming eyes was a new friend to him, a comrade he could not help but envy, and at the same time, the essence of the absurdity of the world that had tormented him all his life.
The genealogy of the royal family of Iolcus, where Jason was born, was secretly known to Heracles.
His father was poisoned by his half-brother and usurped the throne, and her mother, not even the wife of the man who killed her husband, took over as his concubine to save her young son.
It is truly a crazy and very common part of the world.
However, if there is only one thing in the world that can sublimate this into a tragedy and complete it with a heroic story.
It is not a hope as light as a feather, nor is it an old-fashioned miracle of God.
Only angry people.
"Um, uh, the prince that's going to bite the crow... I won't let you pretend to be dead...!"
"Giggle, giggle, you can't even blame the guy who got hit by lightning. "We who are waking up right now are crazy people too, right?!"
Hehe. Wow, it makes it impossible to stay still. Jason..."
Behold, those who rose up from among the remnants of the defeated soldiers who had come to their senses but were pretending to be dead.
Warriors rising to their feet in response to the screams of their leader.
From the sons of the wind cackling and flapping their wings like crazy, to the hunters of Thebes smiling and shaking the dirt from their short-cut green hair.
Of the 600 or so strong soldiers, exactly 50 warriors stood up and took up the line again.
Their entire bodies were covered in dust and wounds, and they looked unsightly as there was nothing healthy from the tsunami that had swept over them earlier.
Nevertheless, I couldn't help but be deeply moved when I saw them.
A martial arts world full of deception and hypocrisy.
Unlike the era of deception that made me decide not to fulfill my teachers' wishes in the end, in this land of myth, there were living, breathing people who deserved to be called heroes.
Having witnessed this, I cannot help but be moved as a warrior who transcends time.
-Clap! Clap!
Dirty steel lies on the ground.
The broken armor falls to the ground.
The fifty warriors, who threw away their broken spears, their broken shields, and even took off their armor, each pulled out the swords they were wearing at their waists.
When the phalanx battalion representing Greece gave up their shields and spears and took up swords, it meant the same thing as attacking a battalion.
It is literally an expression of determination to attack with the determination to throw away one's life.
Even if there was a rule against killing, if you saw the energy wave I gave off, you would feel like I was going to die.
Nevertheless, they are determined to attack.
"Then I have to reciprocate."
The black spear in my hand changed its appearance in an instant.
It is about three and a half feet long and is a jet black sword that can cut through even steel.
My highest respect for warriors who disregard their lives and burn their will to throw off their shackles.
I had to fight them with the strongest martial arts I had ever learned.
◈ Chapter 138 - What Is a Sword?