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Chapter 57 The Last Trial

The two former mortal enemies were now like best friends. They came to the upper deck of the cabin together, handed the suicide note in their hands to Xue Lufen, and put it into a sealed wooden box together.

For every hero who handed in a suicide note, the gloom on their face instantly disappeared, and they regained their heroic and brave appearance.

Hector also knew that this was just a small trick used by the kind-hearted hero to boost everyone's morale, but he would not expose it. Instead, he catered to this simple strategy.

After the two put the suicide note into the wooden box, the fear of death seemed to disappear.

It was as if all the burdens had been lifted off my shoulders, and I only had to consider the enemy in front of me.

"This wooden box was made by the witch Circe. Water will not enter it under any circumstances. Even if we all die, it will always float on the Aegean Sea." Xue Falun said this. He was the last one standing. He threw his suicide note into the box, sealed it, and locked it.

"So, if anyone is lucky enough to survive, please take this soul of all of us and lead us back home."

Everyone seemed to smile, having unloaded their final burden. Their journey was only halfway done. Even if they died, they would still have companions to take their souls home.

There is endless darkness ahead, but dawn will always come.

Yes, dawn will eventually come.

But before dawn comes, someone must illuminate this darkness.

……

"On the fourth day, death is granted."

Mortals who were wandering in plague, war and hunger began to die on a large scale. The underworld was completely filled with wronged souls, and the ferryman of the Styx was unable to cross the river.

"On the fifth day, the end is granted."

The sea level rose, and floods began to submerge coastal ports and city-states. Violent thunder vented forever over the Aegean Sea. The last frigate of the Tianting sank, and the heroes guarding those last few frigates were buried forever in the sea.

Of the 32 heroes on the Tianting, only 27 remain.

"On the sixth day, hell is bestowed upon me."

The flood submerged most of Greece. Even among the gods who were watching the show in heaven, many gods felt that their father Zeus had gone too far. Because of this new version of the Twelve Trials, too many people had died throughout Greece.

Of course, they didn’t know the prologue to the destruction of the world, and could only see this level. They could only complain and did not dare to ask the father Zeus.

At this moment, everyone on the Tianting encountered their final trial.

That was the last trial before Olympus. Groups of beautiful and graceful sirens lay on the rocks, making pleasant sounds from their mouths.

There were dozens and hundreds of Sirens of all kinds, their chests covered only with shells, their flawless bodies and white jade-like skin exposed in front of all the heroes.

And then, there came the beautiful and charming music.

The song of the Sirens sounded in the middle of the night, and the first people to be bewitched were the mortal boatmen on the Thunder.

The beautiful and charming singing voice is like the coquettish breath of a girl in your ear.

Blood pressure begins to rise and blood begins to boil.

They were confused for a moment, and then in a daze they docked the Tianting next to the reef where the Siren was. They ignored the fact that the bottom of the Tianting had hit the reef and just walked up foolishly.

When they awoke, they saw, through the moonlight, a charming young woman on the reef's edge, her hair slightly damp, tears pooling on her collarbone, her rosy breasts trembling restlessly, her teeth nibbling softly, her fair toes curled slightly against the reef. There were hundreds of such young women, each one possessing the most beautiful face in all of Greece. Some were queens, some were young girls, and all were beautiful women of every description, all vying for the mortal boatmen.

Not only mortals, but also heroes are trapped in this illusion.

Almost everyone on the Tianting was fooled. When the Sirens saw that the heroes were bewitched by them, they played and sang even harder.

Even people like Hector and Odysseus who had already started families and careers, children like Achilles, and even guys like Xue Falun who were suffering all the time, all got off the boat and came to the reef.

Even the most famous Greek heroes could not resist the singing of the Sirens in their dreams.

Each of the mermaid girls showed a bright and charming smile, with tears flowing on their bodies, waiting for their prey to fall into the net.

The first mortals to descend had already died, dyeing the surrounding sea red, but the remaining people seemed unaware, slowly approaching and approaching in their sleep...

What the Sirens were most concerned about was, of course, the man in the crowd named "Cedrus" who was carrying thorns on his back and whose appearance would fascinate even the gods.

Even as a sea siren, she was shocked and even felt ashamed when she saw the hero's appearance.

And after the shame, there is a strong desire for possession and the desire to suppress that pure beauty and make it corrupt.

He must be taken! He must be beaten to his knees and brought to the lair...

The sirens were shouting in their hearts, and Xue Fa Lun seemed to be moving faster on the reef than other heroes.

100 meters...

50 meters...

20 meters...

At this point, Xue Lufen stopped and ignored the sirens' coquettish behavior. He drew out a short blade and cut his palm. Bright red blood dripped on his hand. Amidst the confusion of the sirens, Xue Lufen suddenly wiped away the blood on his palm.

In the moonlight, his pupils were as cold as ice, and the sirens could only hear the dead words coming out of his mouth.

"Cursed blood, great burial on the other side!"

The blood drops that were thrown out instantly turned into a blood mist that filled the sky. The moment the blood mist touched the sirens, it was like pouring boiling water into a boiling oil pan.

The screams that seemed to be able to pierce the eardrums rang out, and the heroes felt dizzy and their eardrums ruptured.

They were still dreaming that they were returning home in glory, and countless extremely beautiful girls came to greet them and cling to them.

But in the blink of an eye, when they woke up, they found themselves on the reef, with most of their bodies submerged in the water. There was no beautiful girl in front of them, only the group of extremely ugly and hideous sirens in the blood mist, with festering skin!

"Xedilus!" Hector, who had regained consciousness, came to Xue Lufeng in an instant and saw that his injuries had healed, but Xue Lufeng seemed extremely weak and kept gasping for breath.

"I want you dead!" The ferocious mermaid pounced on him with a festering body, but Hector smashed her skull with a single blow. His spear gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and he roared behind him, "Kid, take the hero Xedile away!"

"Okay!" Achilles did not argue. He used his spear to pick up an attacking sea monster, immediately picked up Xue Lufen, who was in a bad condition, and ran towards the Tianting.

The awakened heroes rushed forward, and the sirens could only show off their strength in the illusion and charm. But when the illusion was broken, they were unable to fight back when facing the famous heroes of Greece.

What's more, at this moment their bodies were already stained with cursed blood, as well as the suffering and torture caused by countless Greeks.

(End of this chapter)