Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

[The heroes fought valiantly against the attacking army.]

[However, the Colchian army was only trying to retrieve their national treasure, and the heroes didn't intend to kill them.]

[Gradually, the battle reached a stalemate.]

[Thanks to Jason's strategic planning, the Colchian pursuers couldn't get close to the Argo.]

[The reinforcements sent by Colchis continued to increase, and the pursuers planned to surround you instead of directly attacking.]

[You realized that you couldn't continue to drag this out and had to find a way to escape from this heavily guarded sea area.]

[Some pursuers had already boarded the Argo.]

"Seriously! Why do I, as the strategist and captain, have to swing a sword too! If Heracles hadn't disembarked halfway, how could these miscellaneous soldiers and fish have been able to hold us back!"

Jason clicked his tongue in displeasure.

The sword energy he unleashed sent the pursuers flying into the sea.

[At the same time, ten approaching warships were rushing towards your escape route, intending to block this only way out.]

[You drew your bow and shot arrows, immobilizing dozens of soldiers.]

[Atalanta coordinated with you to shoot through the warships' light sails.]

[Although the Argo heroes possessed the power to fight against a hundred enemies, Colchis was also using its entire national strength.]

[More and more warships appeared on the horizon.]

"Lord Moran…"

Medea's beautiful eyes were filled with worry.

She wanted to offer him her strength.

She didn't want to allow even a second of risk that he might be harmed.

The leader of this group of pursuers was Absyrtus.

He was her straightforward and excellent younger brother.

If she could eliminate Absyrtus, who was the core of the army, it would surely throw the pursuers into chaos.

At that time, Moran and the others could escape.

As for how to handle this matter specifically…

A dark glint flashed in Medea's purplish-blue eyes, and a forbidden idea seemed to emerge in her heart.

It was a taboo, but it was also a solution.

It would definitely help Lord Moran.

The infinitely expanding love enveloped Medea's thoughts, and at this critical moment, she didn't think of anything else.

For some reason, Moran's warning from that day surfaced in her mind.

"I want to help Lord Moran…"

Medea uttered these words from her crimson lips.

She had made her choice.

No matter what, helping Moran was her top priority, and nothing could stop her.

[The attacking warships were about to surround you.]

[Seeing this situation, and the heroes gradually starting to lose control of their power output, you quickly made a decision.]

[There was one move that might allow you to escape from this predicament.]

[You decided to take a gamble.]

The trump card that Moran used was none other than…

Having a high concentration of Gorgon blood in his body, he naturally possessed the most symbolic ultimate skill of the Gorgons.

His purple eyes released ominous light.

A terrifying magical power spread from Moran's body, as if even space and time were frozen at that moment.

[This was, the Mystic Eyes of Petrification.]

[The fifteen rushing warships were reflected in his eyes.]

[The magic crossbows, as if devoured by wild beasts, along with the ships' hulls, turned to stone, all colors violently transformed into the stone gray that symbolized despair.]

[The ships, along with part of the sea surface, were petrified.]

[The petrified ships increased in weight, and the magic formulas engraved on them lost their effect. They lost their propulsion and gradually began to sink to the bottom of the sea.]

"Mystic Eyes of Petrification! Damn it!"

Absyrtus widened his eyes and cursed.

He knew that Moran possessed this Mystic Eyes.

But he never imagined that he could use it on such a large scale, instantly sending fifteen warships to the bottom of the sea.

In an instant, he had reversed the entire battle situation.

Absyrtus realized how incredible heroes were.

They were a group of beings who defied the impossible!

"Absyrtus…"

"Sister! You escaped!?"

A light shout rang out leisurely from behind.

Absyrtus was slightly stunned.

He turned around and saw Medea, who had arrived at some point, and a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.

However, things were not as he expected.

Medea had not come to return to her homeland; she had used transfer magic to get on this ship to solve a problem.

…

His eyes suddenly felt a burning pain.

It was as if his eyeballs were soaked in a pool of sulfuric acid, and the intense pain from overusing the Mystic Eyes assaulted his nerves.

"Moran! Are you okay!"

Atalanta's face showed a panicked expression.

She knew that Moran had used the Mystic Eyes to stop the warships.

"Don't worry about me! I'll be fine; it's just the first time I've used the Mystic Eyes on such a large scale.

Jason! Get us out of this sea area!"

"Give me a warning next time! You're too reckless!"

Jason sighed speechlessly.

He didn't dwell on his personal feelings for too long and immediately gave orders to the crew as captain:

"Everyone, get ready! Don't get thrown off! Head south at a thirty-degree angle! Full speed ahead!"

[Suddenly, the Argo went full throttle.]

[The heroes poured in their magical power without reservation, and the magic furnace, now receiving extra energy, operated at its limit—]

[Even Moran was showing such bravery!]

[How could they retreat?]

[Jason gave orders to the heroes one after another.]

[The remaining warships hurriedly chased after you, and Atalanta aimed her arrows at the petrified ships.]

[The ships without defensive magic formulas]

[Were shattered into pieces with a single shot.]

[The other petrified ships were also shattered by her arrows. The debris from the fifteen petrified ships piled up, covering the sea surface and taking a while to be swallowed by the ocean.]

[The ships that were charging forward crashed into them.]

[Although the ship hulls weren't pierced by the debris, the stone shards still became obstacles that hindered them.]

"Damn it, these obstacles won't hold them back for long; they'll catch up soon…"

Jason was about to make this conclusion.

However, he saw that the pursuing fleet had stopped.

This was somewhat incomprehensible.

[You rode the Argo and shook off the pursuers.]

[The heroes were all delighted by this victory, and they regarded you as the greatest contributor.]

[If it weren't for your Mystic Eyes of Petrification,]

[The situation would likely have become even more dangerous.]

"Medea, was it you who stopped the pursuers?"

"That… yes, it was me."

Medea didn't try to deceive him.

She knew she couldn't hide it from Moran, who was a hero, and the situation wasn't something that could be easily concealed.

Although Moran had just overused his Mystic Eyes,

His senses were still sharp.

"No wonder, I was wondering why the pursuers stopped. I didn't see that coming… Medea, what method did you use?"

Jason was very curious about this.

Not only him, but the other heroes were as well.

Everyone had seen Medea as a princess from an ivory tower, so they really didn't expect her to stop the pursuers.

Looking at Medea, who was deep in thought,

Moran wondered what kind of answer she would give.