"!"
Amikos looked at his empty fists, then demanded:
"What kind of magic is this?"
"This is the authority of Hermes, He is the patron saint of thieves, and He himself is a cunning thief." Medea patted the bronze gauntlets on her hands with satisfaction, then said, "If you want to blame someone, blame Hermes for why He stole Apollo's cattle in the first place."
After speaking, Medea prepared to put the gauntlets on her hands. Seeing this, Amikos laughed, "It's not that simple. These gauntlets are a gift from my father. Without my permission, no one can use them!"
Indeed, when Medea tried to put her hands into the gauntlets, a large amount of clear water emerged from the surface of the gauntlets, blocking the entrance and preventing Medea from inserting her hands.
However, before Amikos could continue to mock, he saw Medea pull out a strange dagger from somewhere. With a slight stab at the two gauntlets, the runes on the dagger flashed, and the clear water protecting the gauntlets immediately scattered like a defeated army, vanishing without a trace.
Seeing Medea successfully put on the gauntlets and clench her fists, Amikos asked in astonishment:
"What is that thing of yours?"
"It's just a Noble Phantasm. It's not like no one else has one."
Medea squeezed her fists, feeling her physical abilities almost double again. She nodded in satisfaction, then walked towards Amikos, saying:
"Come on, let's continue."
The Son of the Sea God stared at the copper studs on his gauntlets for a moment, then swallowed with some difficulty. He had used those copper studs countless times to smash his opponents' faces, so he was very clear about their lethality.
Although this little witch was small, her boxing skills were not weak at all, even far exceeding his level. A boxer like her, coupled with such a Noble Phantasm, might smash his head like a watermelon with one punch.
So Amikos directly raised his hand to signal the referee of the boxing match, and the referee, upon receiving his King's order, quickly raised his hand and shouted:
"The match is over! This match is a victory for His Majesty Amikos!"
"Why is it over?" A group of Argo Heroes immediately shouted in dissatisfaction, "Medea was about to win, but you made such a ruling. Are you trying to cheat?"
"This is a boxing match." The referee pointed at Medea and said, "But this contestant pulled out a Noble Phantasm and used magic during the match, which is definitely against the rules."
"Then, in that case... your King Amikos, wasn't He using a Noble Phantasm either?"
Atalanta stepped forward, her emerald eyes looking at the referee with dissatisfaction, and questioned.
"In any case, a foul is a foul. His Majesty won this match!"
The referee quickly said:
"According to the agreement, this woman will become His Majesty Amikos's consort, and you will become sacrifices to the Sea God!"
After the referee finished speaking, a large group of Poseidonia Kingdom soldiers also poured in from outside the valley. They were heavily armed and surrounded Amikos, protecting him, their faces unfriendly as they looked at the Heroes on the Argo.
"Oh, you still want to cheat." Seeing this scene, the Argo Heroes all held their breath, only Medea still seemed unaware of the seriousness of the situation, and naturally said to Amikos, "Alas, if you can't win, you cheat. A man like you probably won't be respected by any woman. You're too weak."
"Your Majesty." The referee jumped to Amikos's side, asking him to give his command, and Amikos, after looking around at the surrounding soldiers, also raised his hand and ordered:
"Kill them all, and seize my gauntlets and that woman!"
"What if the consort resists?"
"Then kill them all together, no mercy!"
Under Amikos's command, these soldiers immediately formed ranks and approached the Argo Heroes and Medea. Seeing this formation, Asclepius also retreated to Jason's side and said to him:
"It seems the thing you most wanted to avoid has happened, Captain. What should we do next?"
"There's nothing we can do now." Jason glanced at the opposing army and shouted, "All crew members, prepare for battle!"
Under his command, the Argo Heroes also drew their weapons and stood ready. Although they were all well-trained demigods or Heroes, not every Greece Hero was Heracles or Achilles, and moreover, not all the demigods on the Argo were skilled in combat; there were also those like Orpheus, a music player, and Ekhion, a runner. Facing elite troops several times their number, the Argo crew could still suffer heavy losses.
But at this moment, a huge horn blast suddenly sounded from within the Poseidonia Kingdom's city-state. Not long after the horn blast, several clear wolf smoke signals appeared in the direction of the city-state, soaring into the sky.
"What's going on?"
Amikos looked at the direction of the city-state in surprise and uncertainty, and demanded:
"What happened in the city?"
No one present could answer his question, but a moment later, a Poseidonia Kingdom soldier, who had even lost his helmet, ran from the direction of the city-state with a panicked expression and shouted to Amikos and the others:
"It's bad, Your Majesty, those slaves have revolted!"
"What?"
Amikos was first shocked, then angrily questioned:
"A group of slaves who don't even have weapons and can't even get enough to eat, and you people can't even suppress them? Useless!"
"Your Majesty, it's not that our army isn't trying hard! Those slaves all have excellent weapons, and they all believe in Athena. That Goddess is protecting them, and our army is no match for them at all!"
The soldier shouted.
"Athena... Why would Athena act in Poseidon's territory! Is there such a reason!" Amikos was furious, and upon hearing the soldier's words, the morale of the Poseidonia Kingdom soldiers began to waver. These soldiers, who had originally intended to bully with numbers, began to waver after hearing the news conveyed by their colleague.
Seeing this, Amikos quickly ordered, "They're shaking morale, kill him!"
At his command, an officer drew the short sword from his waist and walked towards the astonished messenger soldier. A cold light flashed suddenly, and in mid-air, a head fell to the ground, but it was the officer who had drawn the sword.
The soldier who had come to report the news had, at some unknown point, gripped a large purple scythe. He shook the blood from the blade, then said to the shocked Amikos:
"Son of the Sea God, I've come to take your life."