Greek and Roman Mythology

"Oh, crazy..."

Watching the runaway mercenaries swallow their saliva as the earth roared.

As the collar moves, the saliva is clearly visible to those watching.

Well, who would be nervous? It was hard to survive without special skills when heavily armed soldiers roared.

However, Iason is also the main character in Greek mythology.

Just like Theseus dealt with the wind, or Hercules' Nine Attacks, or... or... many characters, they had their own skills.

And now, the long sword and shield of Iasson begin to overflow with blue light.

The blue light stiffens as soon as it rests firmly on its shield and sword.

"Come?"

The current looks at it and frowns and mutters.

How are we supposed to survive the mercenaries without them?

As he sighed, the currents watched as Iason acted.

"Aaaaaaah!"

It was not the groaning of his hands, but the sound of a mercenary rushing towards him standing at the forefront.

He rushes a large two-handed sword to the ground and picks it up and down in front of Iasson.

Along with the heavy weight, the toothsword slashes diagonally, avoiding Iasson.

The spear that pierces him is then passed down into the circular shield he wears on his left hand, and then stabbed the soldier behind him with a long sword.

"Huff!"

As she vomited gold powder out of her mouth, she saw a dying toddler, and she sliced her sword straight through.

The black diaphragm, wrapped in error, was pulled out by lightly applying the flesh and bone.

It's not that hard.

Prevents incoming attacks with shields or cuts weapons.

"What, it's easy?"

A word that comes out inadvertently.

It was no joke.

By the blade of error, the chopping weapon and the dying soldiers are suddenly close to ten people.

Despite the panic of the stabbing attacks, Iaxon remains calm and does not seem to be in any danger.

At this level of difficulty, it seemed unnecessary to use the Magic Armor Medea gave me.

However, if it were such an easy test, Prectas would not have made it to the second trial.

King Pretes did not lose his relaxed smile, even though Iason had cut over half of the mercenaries.

I felt like that was all I could do.

And on the contrary, Medea next to her was biting her lower lip with her stiff upper teeth.

Medea looked very embarrassed.

Her gaze was towards the mercenary standing behind her, not the way Iasson slashed the mercenaries.

She is the only female mercenary.

Unlike other heavily armed mercenaries, he was wearing light leather armor with a sword hanging from his waist.

I was holding any book in my left hand, but it seemed to be the leader.

Rather than recklessly withdrawing her weapon and rushing towards Iaxon, she stands in her place and watches over the situation.

As fewer than ten mercenaries remain, she quietly opens the book in her left hand.

Then he began to mutter an unknown word, and a surprising thing immediately happened.

"Oh, my God! Is that it?"

"It's reviving, the mercenaries are reviving!"

The heroes cheering as they watched Iason ascend to victory shouted in an urgent tone.

He quickly regained his senses and looked around in a hurry.

All suspected mercenaries have been resurrected in front of female mercenaries.

The golden particles that had been spit out by the dead mercenaries were gathering under a woman's magic to revive the mercenaries.

The infant carrying the first dead two-handed sword.

A bottle of larvae pierced through the spear.

A mercenary who was struck by a sword and torn to shreds.

Everyone is resurrected.

After finally returning to the original point, I had no choice but to crumple his impression.

"Whoa! Kill it, kill it!"

The reincarnated mercenaries rushed back to Iason with a high scam, and he had no choice but to cut them off.

No matter how easy the opponent is, his physical strength runs out first.

Seeing that, Medea stood up and stared at her father.

"Father, is this... did you use the tooth Ares gave you?!" "

"Yes, I mixed up one of the remaining five, and I will never pass this test.

Prectace chuckles.

Ares was delighted and gave him ten of his favorite dragon teeth as he walked the golden fleece through the forest that Prectas had dedicated to him.

The power of a mercenary varies depending on which dragon's tooth it is.

The teeth of kittens such as Hatchling are stronger than those of ordinary elite soldiers, and the higher the level, the more special abilities and power the mercenaries come out.

Medea, who knew about it, cried out to her father.

"Why! Did you use those teeth?" "

"I was afraid to pass. After Iason's death, those mercenaries will be the elite soldiers of our country."

"....!"

Medea seems to have a lot to say, but she claps her mouth shut, calms her anger and sits back down.

And I looked at Iason with a nervous face.

It's still holding, but I don't know how long it's going to last.

A mercenary with special powers was more than just resurrecting a dead one.

She opens the book in her hand and continues to mutter.

Glug-ug-!

The moment she mutters, a flame rises from the weapon the mercenaries are holding.

"!"

Iasson takes a step back, startled.

However, you immediately calmed down and checked the Medea Amulet attached to your body.

It was intact.

As long as there was an amulet to protect his body with fire, Iason didn't have to care whether the weapon was on fire or not.

Iasson slaughtered the mercenaries as quickly as possible.

I started breathing heavily and sweating on my forehead because of the violent movement, not hot heat.

Nevertheless, the errors placed on Iasson's shield and weapon do not go away.

"Protect, Fire Arrow!"

Two of Medea's rings sparkle.

A blue membrane forms around his body, bouncing off the mercenaries' weapons, and ten arrows appear overhead and shoot at the enemy.

The soldiers hit by the arrow of fire burn in a handful of dust, screaming horribly.

"...."

The female mercenary was reading the grimoire to resurrect the dead mercenary, but she was close to Iaxon before resurrecting him.

"I won't let you resurrect me!"

"Tsk, don't bother."

The female mercenary mumbled as she covered the book and pulled out the sword that was hanging from her waist in a flash.

It was a washsword with a very thin blade, rather than a sword. I turned it around in the air twice and got into position by moving my wrist lightly.

At that moment, surprisingly, she also used the error.

A clear, translucent blue error was placed over the saber, and her eyes narrowed.

"Die!"

And immediately, she put a sword through his hand.

Unlike other large-scale mercenaries, she was wearing leather armor and was very agile in movement.

Her blade pierces through her thigh. She backs away and stabs her blade.

"Hmph!"

She snorts and quickly retrieves the swallow blade and stabs it, as she sees Longsword coming through her chest.

It wasn't an attack aimed at Iaxon, but the end of the blade he was stabbing.

Pack ─!

"What!?"

Iason's eyes widen as he looks at Longsword sliding aside.

And he immediately shielded himself in the middle of the body, and soon bam-! I feel shocked.

It was a start.

Once vigorous, the female mercenary pounded Iasson's shield relentlessly with a unique swift attack.

I put an error in the shield so I could survive like this, or it would have punctured my whole body with it.

"What are you doing hiding behind a shield like a coward? Let's see how long we can hide."

She widens her left hand in a violent movement.

The grimoire in her left hand doesn't fall like grass, and begins to unfold on her own.

You hear the sound of the bookcase moving in the street.

Hearing her murmuring voice, Iaxon heavily swings his shield in his determination not to let her use magic.

Kang-!

Whether the sword that stabbed the shield relentlessly bounces to the side and is conscious of Iaxon's continued attack, she bounces her foot back.

She steps back, her eyes glistening brightly.

"Too late! Spill it! A meteorite of stars!"

Various chunks of stone fall from above your head.

Small in size, but not very powerful.

Iasson decides whether to stop the attack or not, then lunges at her quickly.

"Hehe! Strengthen, protect, and fire arrows!"

The three armor Medea gave me glowed and produced three magic simultaneously.

Increases the power and speed of the hand and fires an arrow at her as the protective shield surrounds the body.

The shield blocks the stones and raises the shield overhead as it breaks.

And when he finally approaches her, Iasson swings a long shot.

"Oh!"

She flicks her scabbard, but it bounces away from Longsword, sinks into the ground, and plunges into it.

All I have in my hand is a grimoire.

Leather armor seems to be in great straits to stop the orb-infested Longsword.

Iasson shouts, "It's the end," and stabs her with his right arm straight back.

"Khhh..."

She vomits gold dust with the long sod's touch of puffiness and flesh.

The grimoire she was holding fell to the floor.

"Great, great... but... ahhhhh!"

Iasson turns her sword, which prevents her from bluffing.

Longsword turns clockwise as she digs in, and she flinches in pain.

"Smile?"

Obviously the pain fades, but she rolls her mouth and smiles.

At that time, the grimoire falls to the ground and opens.

Then the paper of the book was torn by itself.

Bookshelves that were blown around in the wind began to suck up the gold dust that was floating around.

"Wait, no way...?"

"Die... die."

Iasson stares at her in astonishment, but all she says to Iasson is, "Die," and then disappears.

The sheets of paper that were sucked into gold turned back into soldiers.

Seeing the number of reincarnated mercenaries on the bookshelf, Iason had no choice but to get into a position with his dry lips wet with his tongue.

Now he's tired, too.

Not only did he single-handedly hand over hundreds of mercenaries, but he also lost the sword and shield to see if Mana had consumed too much fighting the female mercenaries just now.

Although there are still a lot of Magic Armor that Medea has given me, I doubt I can win without getting hurt against this number.

At that moment, there was a beautiful voice in Iason's ears.

- Pick up the stone and throw it into the sky. Go, go, go, go!

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And of course, Iason has a confirmed future of being a confessor.

I will, probably.

But I don't want to use Iason as the main character.

I just have to pass the test.