King of Underworld - Chapter 137



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Argo Expedition – (4)

The heroes of the Argo were taken aback by this unexpected turn of events.

The Golden Fleece of Colchis is the treasure of the city. Naturally, fierce battles and stratagems were expected…

The city is burning and people are fleeing?

What happens to the Golden Fleece then? Well, as a hero, shouldn’t you save the people?

Jason, frowning, grabbed the arm of a woman who was running away with soot all over her face.

She ran with a bewildered look on her face, and then she looked terrified when she saw Jason grabbing her arm and the heroes behind her.

“Eek…!”

“We mean no harm. We just sailed to Colchis and what happened?”

“That… That… Run away quickly! Monster, monster…”

“Monsters? We are heroes who kill monsters. We may be of help to you…”

“Hey, the princess is over there! Let me go!”

“…princess?”

Jason let go of the woman who still had not come to her senses and mumbled her last words.

Is there a princess of Colchis over there who wants your help?

“A monster? What kind of guy is he!”

“Let’s go to the place the woman who just ran away said.”

“Okay. I need to hear the explanation, so go there…”

“Help me! My dad is trapped under the house…”

“Jason, go first!”

“You must follow me immediately, Hercules!”

As the heroes drew their weapons and tried to move, they saw people groaning in the ruined houses around them.

An old man coughing as he cannot escape from his house that has become a sea of ​​fire, children crying in front of a building that has completely collapsed…

Several heroes, including Hercules, left the ranks to rescue the people. Asclepius took herbs from the bag he always carried, and Orpheus put down his lyre and carried the wounded.

Clararara-!!!!

“Eww!”

“Ugh… People. People, save me!”

This place, with black smoke and ash flying around, could hardly be considered the prosperous city of Colchis.

From somewhere, terrible screams, the sound of something breaking, and the shouts and screams of soldiers are heard.

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Knock knock knock.

The heroes of the Argo rushed to where the princess was to find out the cause of this problem.

I was soon able to discover what the cause was.

A monster that spits out flames and crushes countless armies with its spears pointed at them.

A body so large that it dare not be compared to a human. Red scales that shine beautifully like Pluto’s treasure. Fierce flames spewing from its mouth.

Dragon. It’s a dragon!

The beginning of Thebes.

The one who tricked Typhon and retrieved Zeus’ tendon.

The first and greatest hero.

King Cardmos, who achieved many achievements including this…

Is that what Drakon Ismenios, who was barely able to kill with all his might, looked like?

Whoosh whoosh!!!

“Kwaaak!”

“Do not retreat! Behind you are the citizens of Colchis!”

“Everyone, raise your shields! Princess, now is the time!”

Hot karma spewed out from the dragon’s mouth.

The breath that burned everything in front of him seemed like it would swallow everything up in one breath.

“Haa… ha… Ένας τοίχος από νερό που τους περιβάλλει όλους!!!”

A woman in gorgeous attire, surrounded by soldiers and escorted from the rear…

As an unknown spell bursts from her mouth, a huge stream of water bursts out from the ground, blocking the flames.

Cheeeeek-!!

The walls of flame and water met, creating a huge amount of steam that obscured the view ahead, and the flames spewing from the dragon’s mouth stopped for a moment.

It was around that time that heroes including Jason ran to her.

“We are heroes from all over Greece who have come to Colchis! You seem to be a great magician, so could you explain the situation…”

“How rude! This is Medea, princess of Colchis!”

The woman named Medea, princess of Colchis, looked quickly around at the heroes.

A blue light flashed through her pupils, and then she spoke to the soldier who was stopping them.

“Wait a minute! Bring them over here!”

The Colchis princess that Jason and others saw up close was very beautiful with brown hair.

But none of the heroes here could harbor evil intentions.

Clararararar!!!

“Hold the line! If we fall… bang!”

“That son of a bitch!”

“Watch out for those claws! They can easily pierce through steel armor!”

In a battlefield where mythical monsters run rampant, a fool with a womanizing eye could not possibly become a hero.

Princess Medea, with an anxious expression, quickly opened her mouth.

When I looked closely, her face was covered in sweat and blood was running from her nose.

“Aren’t you Colchians? If you help us, we will repay you by the goddess Hecate!”

“Of course I will help! Nestor, you take command for now! I need to hear an explanation from Her Highness the Princess!”

“Meleager! Aim for his eyes or mouth with your javelin! And Atalanta too!”

“Zetis, let’s go up to the sky and check him!”

“Are there no more people who can use magic?!”

“Someone go and bring Hercules!”

While Nestor and the heroes, who had temporarily taken over command from Jason, fought against the dragon,

The captain of the Argo asked Princess Medea a question.

“Your Highness, the situation is urgent, but please tell me in detail why that dragon is destroying this place. If it is a divine punishment or something that should not be touched…!”

“No, that dragon is not. It is a sleepless dragon that originally guarded the treasure of Colchis, the Golden Fleece.”

The sleepless dragon that guards the golden fleece?

But why is that dragon destroying the city now?

“I don’t know how it happened, but the dragon ate the Golden Fleece. I checked with my magic and it’s still in the dragon’s stomach.”

“No… what is that…!”

“And that dragon is not in his right mind. He is in a state of madness and is destroying everything.”

“Madness… you say? The mental power of a dragon must be far superior to that of a human…”

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Hurrrrrrr!!!

“…pour out your heart!”

“Ugh!”

During their conversation… the dragon that was blocked by the heroes breathed flames again…

A light flashed from Princess Medea’s body, creating a translucent protective shield that enveloped the soldiers.

Although the princess looked very tired, her magic was greater than any sorceress Jason had ever seen.

Powerful enough to be called the greatest witch in Greece.

It was thanks to the magic of this princess that the terrible monster was unable to wipe out Colchis in one fell swoop.

Once again, Medea stumbled as she used her magic to block the dragon’s attack.

Jason supported her head as she felt dizzy from the excessive use of magic and spoke.

“Okay, we understand what you’re saying! Let’s help kill that dragon!”

* * *

Hercules ran to rescue the people trapped under the rubble.

The first sight he saw was a dragon deflecting Atalanta’s arrows off its scales.

Phiuuung – Ting!

“That’s ridiculous! The scales can’t be that hard!”

“Ugh… What’s so strong about it?”

“It doesn’t hurt! Damn it! What a blessing!”

The heroes took turns attacking, but the red dragon was extremely strong.

The flames spewing from its mouth were no less than Hephaestus’s, and its gigantic body could kill soldiers with just a slight movement.

On the other hand, this side was rather an obstacle for the soldiers and the general public. They had to use their shields to block attacks that they could avoid, and they had to think about what would happen if they could block attacks.

Meleager’s javelin and Atalanta’s arrows flew fiercely, but the dragon looked around with a growling sound.

As if looking for something.

“Jason! There are many people trapped under the rubble, so it’s too late! Just kill that dragon, okay?!”

“Yes! Hercules! According to Her Highness the Princess here, that bastard ate the Golden Fleece!”

Hercules looked at the dragon, holding his club,

The eyes of the ferocious monster and the great hero met each other.

Kraaaaaㅡ!!!

At that moment, the dragon stomped its feet with a loud roar. The ground shook and the surrounding buildings collapsed.

It’s not just a simple stomp. What the heck is this…

The heroes are thrown like balls by the dragon’s subsequent charge. The shield-wielding soldiers are instantly transformed into flesh and blood, along with sparks, fly into the air.

The defensive wall that Medea had built shattered, and the princess collapsed with blood flowing from her nose.

“Ugh! Suddenly this kind of strength…”

“Shield… Put up your shield! You can’t let him get near Her Highness!”

“Amphion! Erginus! Get out of here!”

“Damn it… Butes got hit! That guy, he must have been saving his strength…!”

Red eyes approaching this way with a frightening intensity. And flying claws.

Kakang!

The clash of the iron club and the dragon’s claws sent a huge jet of sparks flying. Only then was Hercules able to look closely into the dragon’s eyes.

Red pupils filled with hatred, emotions that felt like madness rather than heat.

‘Are you after me?’

Hoooow- Kaaaaang!

Once again, Hercules blocked the fiercely swinging claws with his iron club.

A heavy sensation spread through my fingertips and all over my body. If it were a normal hero, his body would have been torn apart in an instant.

This sleepless dragon was trying to kill him without any concern for anything else.

Neither the magic of Princess Medea, nor the spears and blades thrown by the heroes… could divert the monster’s attention from focusing on him.

How can this be? No matter how strong he is, he is still a monster.

Kakakkakang!! Hwarukㅡ!

Once again, Hercules felt a sense of foreboding as he blocked the dragon’s claws and rolled over to avoid the flames.

It’s incomparable to the Hydra or the Nemean Lions… It’s like the feeling you get when you fight Triton or the goddess Megara.

I don’t know how strong Drakon Ismenios, the son of the war god, is, but I have a feeling that he will never be stronger than this red dragon.

After all, he had already surpassed King Cadmus.

Kuuuung!

“Wh…what! Stopping that!”

“…Who on earth is the author?”

For some reason, the great hero could feel the gazes of those around him.

The admiration for him who was able to take on the dragon’s attack that burned down the city, single-handedly and from the front.

Relief. Anticipation. Hope. Pleading. Desperation. And hope.

In the slowly flowing time, words come to Hercules’ mind.

“…If you simply have such thoughts, no matter how many great achievements you accomplish… you will never become a god.”

“It seems like you need to hang out with humans instead.”

“Then, to become a god, wouldn’t it require something different from what I’ve said so far?”

There was a soldier who blankly stared at him as he fought the dragon. There was a princess of Colchis who recited a spell with shining eyes.

He saw the heroes who had shown jealousy and admiration for him shouting earnestly at him. The refugees who had been running away pointed in this direction with a look of surprise…

When I was rescuing people from the rubble earlier, what did they say to me?

Clearly… I said it with both hands together.

Thank you, God.

Man seeks God. God grants his wish.

Every time he heard people’s heartfelt prayers, he felt a strange feeling.

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Immediately after the dragon’s charge, which seemed to have not used up all its strength so far, completely broke the battle line.

Jason, who was lying on the ground due to the clash between the dragon and the great hero, prepared to die.

No one could interfere with the clash, and the aftermath of the fight seemed to be a huge storm.

A voice that reaches Jason’s ears.

“Jason.”

“Hercules, is that your voice? How can you speak from there to here…”

“You might think this is nonsense, but could you please pray for me?”

It was as if they were having a casual conversation, and the soft voice was pleasing to the ear.

Prayer? You always say that your goal is to become a god. Oh my, thinking that you are a god…

“…of course!”

However, Jason willingly agreed to Hercules’ request.

Could it be the intuition of an ambitious man aiming for the throne? Or is it because of his trust in his close friend?

His two hands were joined together, and his earnest wish was conveyed through prayer.

Man seeks God. God grants his wish.

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