Chapter 42 - 42 Myths and Heroes (1/2)
”The next person to cross this line, will hand over their head”.
The battlefield grew eerily still as Gray's figure eyed the approaching members of the Church of Areopagus. These were just the metahuman fodder that made up the majority of Ares' army. The real enemies were the other demigods as well as Ares himself.
Seeing that Hippolyta was about to be killed by the sniper on one of the landing crafts, Gray had to intervene. The Queen of the Amazons was both a figure of power and respect amongst the other women on the island. If she fell here today, the repercussions would be huge in the long run.
Trying to get the Amazons to help with his ”Akashic Academy” would fail, and he wouldn't have a greater level of respect amongst all the Amazons.
Especially Wonder Woman.
His eyes darted to the beautiful woman standing just several feet away from him. She wasn't wearing the armor that Gray wad familiar with, but rather just a swimsuit looking outfit which covered her ċhėst, torso and abdomen. Her divine vanbraces were on each wrist and her indestructible golden glowing lasso on her waist.
Even with her physique marred with sand, blood and dirt, her beauty couldn't be hidden from anyone. Her piercing blue eyes, so much similar to Cassie's met Gray's golden-amber eyes, before the former nodded, standing side-by-side with the ancient Greek Hero.
”I take it that for now you are not my enemy?”.
Rider and Shielder all spoke less than honorable things about the most beautiful woman in the world. Archer was a little bit more honorable, as she was technically her half-sister. The most famous Greek Hero still eyed Diana's body, and nodded inwardly at the red, gold, blue with white stars outfit.
Gray ignored their words but nodded, focusing on the hundreds of metahumans in front of them.
How Ares managed to create or even gather so many super-powered men and women was beyond even Diana who was much more familiar with the process of creating metahumans. The promise of beautiful women was enticing, but she knew that not all men were swayed by beauty alone.
She sent a side-wards glance to the tall handsome man standing next to her, and raised an eyebrow as a familiar looking pelt appeared in his hands, looking more than slightly surprised as he threw it towards her.
”This is the Pelt of the Nemean Lion. It may not be able to block attacks from those fake Noble Phantasms, but any other weapon will bounce straight off it. Including bullets”.
Diana was a little taken back at the pelt of the legendary beast that her half-brother slayed. Heracles was the most famous Greek Hero, even more so than her. His legend survived over two thousand years, even after the age of antiquity ended and his Twelve Labors were feats that were near impossible, yet he manged to complete them.
Wrapping the pelt around her upper body, her Divinity grew more controllable, and felt a rush of power course through her veins. Diana wanted to turn and say something to Rider, but saw that he had three more objects in his hands.
One ancient looking rattle; One bottle with ancient Greek lettering covering it; and a Divine Sash that caused her mother to shout out.
”How do you have that! That belonged to me thousands of years ago! It was taken from me when he came to- You can't be!”.
She saw Rider throw the Divine Sash towards her mother and saw the Queen of the Amazons readily take the ancient looking Divine Sash, putting on and feeling her Divinity strengthen to levels that Diana had never even see her mother reach before.
Rider ignored Hippolyta's words and shook the ancient looking rattle in his left hand and poured the contents of the bottle onto the sandy beaches in front of him. The contents sinking deep into the ground, leaving no trace of ever being present in the first place.