Greek Demon Myth

137 – Courtesy for Warriors

Even though it was me, an all-time great event was held in the place where I belonged, and I was in charge of an axis of the event, but I couldn’t just play around with Neri.

It happened that the strongest and most aggressive pirates in the Greek Sea, or the sea god couple, were interested in my martial arts.

One day spear against Poseidon, one day sword fighting with Amphitrite, one day with Nesneria… Well, well, I’ve been pretty busy anyway.

The battlefield that Poseidon and Amphitrite basically prefer is the deep sea.

That wasn’t Bikini City, it was the deep sea at the level of Melong City.

Gods, there is no such thing as darkness to obscure your vision, and I was also a semi-single person who handles divine power, so no one had any discomfort with vision or breathing, but there was one obstacle that was completely unexpected, and that was water pressure.

To go to the nearest sea from Xinjiang where I was, I had to assume at least three months, and considering various variables, I had to assume half a year.

Of course, it was busy at 1:00, but there was no time to go to the sea, and even the pirates of the Haenampa had welcomed it with open arms, saying that it was better than the Murim Alliance because they appropriately acknowledged their autonomy and provided manpower for subjugation of pirates, so there was no naval battle.

Even in the midst of wandering, there was strangely a lot of work, so I didn’t have to go out to sea, so the sea was just a big salty puddle to me.

Such a land nerd bravely dives and sinks, but when he goes beyond the water level to a certain extent, the enormous water pressure puts a load on his entire body.

If I hadn’t climbed to the extreme, the enormous water pressure would have twisted my muscles and ruptured my intestines.

If his divine power hadn’t reached the level of being called a demigod, his breath would have been blocked and he would have sunk as a drowned body.

Of course, before that, the executed couple was the god of the sea, but they saved their lives.

Would you have saved it?

Can I withstand severe water pressure and breathing, wow, can I withstand this? I don’t know what it’s like to think of the images that I was amazed at while doing it.

Anyway, the whole body is as heavy as if it were 500 times the gravity.

You can breathe freely in the water, but it’s only slightly better than an aqua respirator.

In the meantime, the spearman and the swordsman who attack are gods who have lived twice as long as my three lifetimes combined.

If it’s tight, it’ll get stuck, and if it’s tight, it’ll tip over.

For the first time in a long time, I felt keenly that I was in danger at the hands of the King and Queen of the Sea (Red) couple who were stealthily manipulating even the ocean currents.

However, there was a lot to gain as well.

Adapting to the deep sea and getting used to the ocean current, he showed a step forward in his body balance and physical strength, as well as his strength and magic skills.

In an extreme situation where the enormous water pressure applied to the whole body, the slightest disruption can block breathing, and the slightest distraction can cause any part to collapse.

It was the result of struggling to survive in a situation where the sea gods, who cut a building-sized deep-sea monster in two with a single knife, challenged me to slit my throat.

Ah, for reference, the deep sea monster Dodonggang was a true story.

Instinctively, the gods of the sea may not recognize them or not, but I guess I was treated as a delicacy, and when I got stuck over two deep-sea mountain ranges, I was so excited that I opened my mouth and attacked.

It looked like a giant Gomchi, but its size far exceeded the 63 Building.

What about me? Sea creatures? While doing so, Poseidon blew his head off in an instant, but even so, the super-sized moray eel that attacked him while rolling his eyes was quite a horror.

I’m used to seeing a lot of guys who can destroy mountains and slaughter large armies, but I’m sure the Twelve Gods would be stunned to see a building-sized moray eel that breaks down a mountain and rushes to eat me.

Anyway, it couldn’t have been better to come up to the ground in the middle of that.

The air is clear, the shoulders are light.

Even when I came up from the dark deep sea and faced the colorful land world, the song came out naturally.

I haven’t seen you there for a while, before Atalanta grows up and crosses the wall, competes with me and crosses the wall, and as a Moorim person, I can’t get enough of the mulberry. It was over

Of course, that mulberry slowly faded as I was looking at the half-corpses of 600 people who collapsed with my eyes closed.

“…Was it a bit excessive?”

The Neptune Spear Megia Kimar that I blew at the end just to be in good shape.

Inspired by Poseidon’s blow that blew me away beyond the three mountain ranges, it was a martial art dedicated to Shinmagi that was created with the change of the windspear.

The joy of developing the new potential of martial arts that I knew and the peerless martial arts inherited from the teacher was a great achievement for martial artists, comparable to the thrill of a father and daughter.

It’s not that I gave the name of the sea king, Poseidon, to a new spearman for no reason.

By the way, it’s still unfinished, but to beat the martial arts for the substitute against the kids.

“I’ll hear from Asclepius later.”

You said that Hercules was beating up the kids every morning.

I’ll have to avoid the therapist for the time being.

“What do you think? Jason.”

“Grunt…! After all, were you noticing?”

At my call, Jason, who held his breath under his shield and waited for the time, stood up with a wry smile.

In his hand was a sharp-edged Cyclops nose piece.

“hahahaha… Everyone trained and prepared with the real determination to die.”

Contrary to his face, Jason’s brown eyes looked around him with a sense of fighting spirit.

“Oh, can you try some more?”

“Of course.”

Jason threw away his helmet and armor as if it were natural, and pointed his sword at me with a cool smile.

“I knew anyway, that you were a monster like Hercules or worse.”

“You’re still going to point your sword? Could it be that you believe in the nonsensical rule of not harming that life?”

A look of contempt passed across Jason’s face as I watched him shake his head with his hands behind his back.

Immediately, his face hardened from the airwaves I sweated.

-Kyaaa!!

A terrifying scream, like the howling of an Asura from Hell.

The giwave of Sura Reverse Sky, which was my main magic in my previous life, resembled Asura’s scream.

An ordinary person’s heart would have stopped just by facing it.

The Prince of Iolkos, who witnessed this head-on, became pale as if he would faint at any moment.

Even so, the wobbly legs did not break.

“Me, me, me…!!”

There was fear that could not be hidden in his trembling voice and fear in his unsightly, teary eyes.

The defeated general, who had lost his men, stood still and faced me.

“Heh, Herak, Cles or you, just like you! Not strong Oh, no! Poetry, I’m not even born with god’s blood Oh, I didn’t!

Ah, like Atalanta, the gods didn’t even bow!”

His distorted face was covered in blood, and saliva and foam flowed from his mouth as he screamed out in a fit.

Unbelievably ugly as a prince of a country, the prince aimed his sword and did not let go of his hand.

“Ha, don’t do it! I can’t stop You mustn’t stop… No matter how much you slam your face into the ground and crawl between your crotches. You can’t stop, oh oh oh!!”

Walls you can’t climb, enemies you can’t break, fights you can’t win.

In his screaming eyes, I was a new friend to him, a comrade he could only envy, and at the same time the essence of the world’s absurdities that had plagued him all his life.

The genealogy of the royal family of Iolkos, where Jason was born, was secretly known by Hercules.

Her father was poisoned by her half-brother and usurped the throne, and her mother became the concubine of the man who killed her husband in order to save her young son.

A truly dead end and a very common side of the world.

However, if there is only one thing in the world that can turn it into a tragedy and complete it as a heroic story.

It’s not a hope as light as a feather, nor is it a miracle of a god that’s outdated.

Only angry humans.

“That, that, the crow-biting prince… They won’t even let you pretend to be dead…!”

“Chuckling giggling, I can’t even blame that guy who’s about to get hit by lightning. Aren’t we also crazy people who are getting up right now?!”

“Heh, hehehehe. Go, you can’t stay still. Jason…”

Behold, those who woke up among the defeated soldiers who were pretending to be dead even though they came to their senses.

Warriors rising up, shuddering at the screams of their commanders.

From the frantic giggling, wing-flapping sons of the wind, to the Thebes’ hunters who shake off the dirt from their cropped green hair.

Among the 600 strong soldiers, exactly 50 warriors stood up and regrouped.

My whole body was dirty with dust and wounds, and I didn’t look good because nothing was good from the tidal wave that swept them earlier.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but be deeply moved by them.

Worim is full of deceit and hypocrisy.

Unlike the Age of Deception, which made me decide that I should not fulfill my teachers’ wishes, humans worthy of being called heroes were alive and breathing in this mythical land.

I, who witnessed this, couldn’t help but be thrilled as a soldier who transcended the times.

-Chuck! Chunk!

Dirty steel rolls on the ground.

The broken armor falls to the ground.

Abandoning the broken spears, throwing away the broken shields, and taking off their armor, the fifty warriors each pulled out their swords from their waists.

For the Phalanx Battalion, representing Greece, to throw away their shields and spears and raise their swords, it was the same as hitting a defensive line.

An expression of determination to attack with the determination to risk one’s life.

No matter how much the no-killing rule exists, you’d really want to die if you saw the airwaves I exuded.

Nevertheless, they burn their will to fight.

“Then I have to reciprocate.”

The black spear in my hand changed its shape in an instant.

A jet-black sword of anticipation that is about three and a half feet long and can even cut steel.

My highest courtesy to those warriors who disregard even their lives and burn their will to throw off their bridle.

It was to deal with them with the strongest martial art I had learned.