After becoming an ancient Greek goddess

rd drawn from its sheath. Over the past century, she had continuously practiced her combat skills and archery, and with the

een etched into her bones since her previous life

e surprised he became, along with a small sense of pride. 'In that case, the next

it and see,"

of battle. Having been the vase goddess on

f this chariot was extraordinary; the immense wind generated during the ride had no ef

the vengeful goddess Menestheus and the god of the North Wind, born with the power to control storms.

d Ares arrived at the Abyss Mars

to the vibrant beauty of Mount Olympus, Hebe felt a wave of discomfo

antic serpents. The warped trunks exhibited a strange bluish hue, with lush foliage that was not the vi

world. The only source of light was the eerie mushrooms growing on the tree trunks, emit

e knocked unconscious by the toxic gas in less than three seconds and then

r hand to cast a purification barrier around he

during the Titan War, tainted by the essence of the Abyss," Ares e

ed Hebe, but he had no intention of intervening. While Mandragora was indeed troublesome, she was not an overwhelm

indeed unfavorable for combat, with the thick miasma, the trees exudi

to force her opponent

act, the Golden Cup. With a flick of her delicate hand, the golden cup transformed into

m her quiver and placed them into th

shine with a silvery light, the pure aura standing out in the ma

st t

had been fully infused with purifying d

lver arrows onto it. Her seemingly delicate white hands suddenly unleash

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lying towards the center of the marsh. The nine arrow lights intertwined and merged mid-flight, transf

hi

a cry, flapping its wings and charging towards

ly and chaotic. The purifying aura contained within the nine silver arrows natura

gle. The miasma gradually dissolved under the purifying power, and the eerie blue branches and dark green leaves of the trees began to wash

ack

om the depths of the marsh, and the once calm surf

n shadow suddenly lunged out, atta

n waiting

creature being forced out of the marsh, she swiftly dodged to t

de bow. The purifying divine power coalesced into a si

stus, the god of fire and forging. It had the ability to accelerate the gatherin

through her shoulder, and the purifying divine power exploded, engulfing her in intense pai

ut

wn at the swamp witch's cr

la

striking metal. However, the swamp witch seemed to have

the swamp witch let out another wail. Her palm was corroded b

ce to see the creature b

ng to her exquisite body, and her skin was a strange dark green. Her claws glimmered with a cold light, and her pitch-black eyes, devoid of whites, emi

r. If Zeus had seen this, who knows if that unscrupulous

damned outsider! How dare you destro

nd her ambush thwarted, Mandr

ifying energy radiating from this intruder made her feel nauseous! Moreover, this was the culprit who dare

agora's alluring appearance, her voice was grating and unpleasant, laced wit

ke of her ears, it was b

ts mouth, condensing into countless silver arrows that floated behind her. Since she had not yet fully honed her pu

r movements as quick as lightning. In the blink of an eye, she was positione

storm of pear blossoms. Each time Hebe drew her bow, she shifted her position, using t

l from the sky, resembling a beautiful rain of silver ligh

. The marsh had also been infused with purifying divine power, ma