Myth: I am God!

Chapter 137 Pan

Chapter 137 Pan (Two Chapters Combined)

As the autumn wind blows across the sky...

It blows across the wilderness, across the misty Nemean plain.

Perhaps Artemis, who rules over nature, detests the corrosive poisonous fog.

Or perhaps Medusa's escape caused the fog to lose all its source and support.

So much so.

After a cool autumn rain, accompanied by fluttering fallen leaves.

That vast, poisonous fog.

Then it vanished without a trace.

The first to discover this.

They were the kings of various states gathered in the capital of Corinth.

Under the lavish hospitality of the King of Corinth, the kings enjoyed the best time of their lives.

The King of Corinth provided them with beauties of any age and social status, even in order to strengthen relations and trust among the northern states.

For the Corinthians, this is nothing.

In the eyes of the Corinthians, women are nothing more than livestock and cattle.

Women born in Collins are destined to be prostitutes.

Girls from poor families are not worth adults' investment; most of them are enlightened by a single night.

In Collins, this is the most enviable profession for girls.

They were not to become concubines or slaves of nobles or even royalty, but rather divine prostitutes.

She was a divine prostitute, one in a thousand.

This means she has the right to reject any man's advances.

She is God's woman.

Of course, this is just a rumor circulating among the citizens.

In fact, the kings' banquet included many courtesans.

The woman whom the gods do not love naturally belongs to them.

Just as the remaining offerings and sacrifices of the gods should rightfully be shared by them.

The kings and rulers of the various kingdoms had a great time.

Except for the King of Athens.

The king of Athens, who prided himself on being a civilized nation and renowned for his philosophy and theology, always held a degree of disdain for such physical indulgence, especially when it came to placing his precious desires and love on these women...

However, in order to cater to the Athenians' pursuit of "true love," King Corinth did indeed find some beautiful young men who had been raised as girls from childhood.

One night, the handsome young men dressed as harlots and presented them as gifts to the King of Athens.

So, during the time when the war in the north was temporarily halted due to the poisonous fog, the Athenian king, with his warmhearted nature, explored philosophy and mythology with the young men...

And after that autumn rain that dissipated the poisonous fog.

The kings who succumbed to the allure of Corinth, the city of prostitutes.

In the same dream.

They received an oracle from the goddess Athena.

The goddess, clad in magnificent, sacred golden armor and wielding a spear and shield, summoned the kings from their dreams in a place resembling a flowerbed, surrounded by mist...

Some kings, blinded by lust, thought this was a hidden plot of a erotic dream. So when they saw the goddess, who was as beautiful as a dream, they couldn't help but step forward and want to touch her heroic figure.

However, as the goddess Athena swung her spear...

An invisible breeze swept past their crotches, piercing through the mist behind them.

Suddenly, their minds cleared, but it wasn't until they woke up that the kings realized they would remain so clear-headed forever.

The goddess Athena of Olympus.

The kings of the various kingdoms in the dream issued a decree—

"The Medusa mist has dissipated..."

"The Messiah and Perseus have left Argos and are now guarding Mycenae..."

"It is Dicttis, King of Argos."

"This is your only chance..."

Immediately, the kings, who had indulged in debauchery for almost half a month, donned their armor, took up their weapons, mounted their warhorses, and assembled their entire army of nearly 300,000, going all in.

While the demigod and the Messiah have not yet returned...

They raised countless battle flags and marched with tens of thousands of troops across this cursed wasteland.

In the name of the gods, launch a fierce attack on the legendary, indestructible Mycenaean fortress!

Meanwhile, on the southern front...

The second prince, without authorization, led his army in a reckless raid on the Spartan fortresses.

This action violated the military orders issued by Pan.

Surprisingly, he actually achieved some results.

Thanks to the intelligence provided by the Brotherhood.

The second prince truly found the weak point in the Spartan lines. At that moment, he seemed like the reincarnation of Perseus, breaching nearly ten fortresses in succession. His army advanced alone, as if entering an uninhabited land...

Finally, he returned laden with honors, his achievements almost surpassing those of Perseus, winning the cheers and submission of countless soldiers and generals.

But Pan was not among them.

"No matter what, you disobeyed my orders."

"Even if you single-handedly conquered Sparta, I would not praise your achievements, much less flatter you, Your Highness..."

"Besides, haven't you noticed that your attack has been going too smoothly?"

"It's like a tempting, beautiful trap."

"An old friend of mine once said—"

"The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is."

Pan did so in front of all the generals and officers.

Inside the main hall of the fortress...

The second prince's achievements were criticized as utterly worthless.

Some of the older folks knew Pan's character well; he was a notoriously reckless man, impulsive and disrespectful of hierarchy. He wouldn't even kneel or bow before the king… Yet, the king, in his benevolence, bestowed upon this reckless man immense power, sometimes even equal to that of the king himself…

Of course, the older officers and generals knew this, because Pan was also one of the legendary warriors who conquered the Nemean Lion. This privilege and leniency did not come from the king or the powerful.

Rather, it originates from the Arah Messiah...

However, the young officers, or the newly appointed officers of the second prince's faction, were unaware of this. In their view, the so-called hero was nothing more than an idol promoted by the king.

Ultimately, royal power is greater than everything else.

therefore.

After Pan criticized the second prince's military achievements in such an unreasonable and even arrogant manner.

Their faces immediately darkened.

His respect for this war commander and legendary warrior diminished, and he secretly allied himself with the second prince, who had rendered outstanding military exploits...

And gradually, with the encouragement of the "Brotherhood"...

These people began secretly plotting to help the second prince seize military power.

In their view.

Compared to Pan's passive defense of sitting and waiting for death.

The second prince's offensive strategy is more worthy of their consideration.

So, one night...

The second prince planned a coup, attempting to imprison Pan and seize sole control of the southern Argos army...

However, somehow, the secret letter about the "imprisonment," after passing through layers of intermediaries and reaching many officers, was mistakenly transmitted as an "assassination" plot...

When the bright moon streaks across a certain path in the night sky.

Several fox calls echoed through the military camp.

The soldiers, feigning sleep, heard the secret order...

Emerging from their hiding places, their mouths covered with cloth to prevent them from making a sound, and with cloth tied to their boots to minimize noise, thousands of soldiers appeared silently before the commander's camp...

Whoosh—

Two arrows.

The soldiers on night watch were executed without hesitation.

When everything was still shrouded in that hazy darkness, even the bright moon was obscured by clouds and mist.

A long whistle was blown.

Instantly.

Thousands of soldiers flocked to Pan's location.

Inside the camp, dozens of guards and attendants were still in a state of panic. Before they could draw their swords or put on their armor, the rebels swarmed them.

Those who surrendered had their weapons removed and were tied up with ropes, while those who resisted were executed on the spot.

However, the feeling of slaughtering comrades was somewhat unpleasant for the soldiers.

But the second prince's advisor, who led the rebel army, said: "There's no need to be saddened by this..."

"Everything we do is simply to make this country a better place..."

"This country needs the right people to rule it!"

Subsequently.

To prevent the legendary warrior from escaping, the second prince dispatched almost all of his elite troops, nearly a hundred golden warriors, forming an invincible and powerful battle group to surround Pan's camp and relentlessly advance with their weapons at their disposal.

Longbows and crossbows were positioned behind them, ready to fire without hesitation the moment Pan showed his face, while the hundred or so golden warriors would surround and kill him...

Hundreds of javelins, hundreds of longbows and crossbows were set up on the barracks for a long time, but there was no movement.

then.

The staff member who came from the "Brotherhood" saw this.

He immediately ordered the Golden Warriors to enter the barracks and forcibly assassinate him!

And repeatedly emphasized—

"We absolutely cannot let him get away!"

"Otherwise, everyone will die!"

Immediately, over a hundred golden warriors rushed into the barracks...

Just as they were about to break down the gate, a furious roar erupted from the barracks. A shirtless man, with muscles as strong and muscular as a bull, kicked open the gate, sending several Golden Warriors flying and spitting blood...

"Do you want to rebel?!"

Pan immediately recognized the origins of this rebel army.

His defensive lines were flawless; even Ares would have to attack methodically, step by step. It was impossible for any enemy to break into the commander's camp without his knowledge...

And this is the only possibility for all of this.

Only internal.

The advisor stared coldly at Pan, who was all alone, without saying much in return.

He immediately waved his hand and ordered, "Kill him!"

This statement came out.

More than a hundred fully armed Golden Warriors, each wielding a sharp weapon.

They swarmed towards the legendary warrior, Pan!

At this moment, Pan was shirtless; he hadn't had time to put on his armor.

He only had a standard, ordinary spear in his hand.

Faced with the siege of over a hundred golden warriors, he gritted his teeth, his heart burning with rage, gripping his spear, and stared intently at the surging rebel army...

"If I had to choose how to die..."

"Or let me follow Arahmesah..."

"Either let me die in battle under the enemy's sword."

"And certainly not to be destroyed by a bunch of traitors like you!"

Pan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and charged forward.

Bang!

He swung his spear, the terrifying force sweeping away several golden warriors...

Break all their weapons and armor!

Then, with another fierce charge, the spear pierced through a golden warrior directly in front of him. He then lifted the man's corpse high and swung it forcefully, sending a row of warriors flying with terrifying force. At this moment, several weapons had already approached him, but instead of retreating, Pan advanced and punched out with his left hand, breaking all the weapons that were coming at him!

The accompanying tremors broke the bones of several people.

Na Pan, like an invincible, bloodthirsty beast, single-handedly overwhelmed over a hundred golden warriors with just his spear.

The soldiers who witnessed this horrific battle scene couldn't help but feel a chill and tremor.

Only then did they suddenly remember the eldest prince, Perseus.

He was the first warrior of Argos...

And the second one...

The person right in front of me!

One of the four warriors on the hero's journey!

Argos's only war commander!

Pan, the legendary roughneck.

gradually.

Na Pan seemed to have given up on defense, as the blade cleaved through his muscles, leaving gruesome wounds.

However, the pain caused most people to recoil...

But this could not make the brute think of backing down.

On the contrary, the blood seemed to ignite the fighting spirit of this ambitious man.

It was as if he had returned to the days when he was with Ara Messiah, with Dicttis, and with Tyr.

Those brief but glorious years of fighting side by side.

In his slaughter, he grew increasingly ferocious, faster, and more aggressive, transforming himself into a blood-soaked spear that pierced straight through the combined lines of a hundred golden warriors.

His bloodshot pupils glared, his body a jagged, indistinct mass of flesh, like a terrifying monster crawling out of the underworld, his aura of bloodlust and malevolence emanating from him as he stood before the advisor...

A bloodstained, worn spear was pressed straight against his neck.

It feels warm to the touch.

Because the blood is still warm.

Pan asked, "Who is it...?"

"Did you send someone to do this?"

The aide was so frightened he couldn't speak.

And it was while he was hesitating...

Pan.

But the answer was already clear in his eyes.

Although he was called a brute...

But he's not stupid.

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