"Your mouth sure is big for someone who showed up alone to face my army." Hercules laughed his heart out, but his army did not.

They were busy trying to block Scylla's attacks. However, they were not having a hard time against Scylla unlike what Arnold had expected. They weren't laughing because they were preoccupied with her. The problematic thing was, her Hellfire wasn't working on them anymore. It was one of Scylla's strongest attacks and it was as if the soldiers had gained some sort of immunity from the flames of hell. So Arnold used the probe skill on one of the soldiers.

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CLASS: Ancient Humans (A being blessed by the gods)

NAME: Roman Warrior

LEVEL: 121

RANK: Cosmic D

ROLE: Tank / Swordsman

AFFINITY/ABILITIES :

• Athena's Blessing (Active skill)

• Hercules' Blessing (Passive skill)

• Army of the Gods (Synergy effect)

• Berserker (Active skill)

• Low-tier regeneration (Active skill)

HP: 12000/12000

STRENGTH (STR) : 122 [+50 due to gears]

DEFENSE (DEF) : 267 [+200 due to gears]

STAMINA (STA) : 120

INTELLIGENCE (INT) : 139

AGILITY (AGI) : 101

ACCURACY (ACC) : 88

EVADE (EVD) : 88

CHARISMA (CHA): 56

Damage Resistances: Poison Attacks (10% damage reduction), Shadow attacks (10% damage reduction), Piercing attacks (80% damage reduction)

Condition Immunities: Fire damage (Due to Athena's blessing), Exhaustion (Due to Athena's blessing), Frightened (Due to Hercules' blessing), frozen, ranged attacks, mana based attacks.

Weak Against: Blunt / Crushing attacks, Slashing Attacks, Physical Attacks, Astral damage

THREAT LEVEL: Negligible

REMARK: Proud member of a godly army, who have been blessed by the gods themselves. They would never cower away from a fight even after knowing their death was certain. Men of sheer fcking will and strength, that's what they are. These are also the warriors selected by the Greek gods throughout thousands of years and were trained to be the first line of defence of their heavenly abode called Mount Olympus. Individually, they might not seem to be dangerous at all. But when they were together, no mortal army could even come close to them. Consider yourself lucky that your army isn't made up of mortals. You're still an exception to that exaggerated intro. Go and crush them. May the force be with you.

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A smile formed on Arnold's face as he read the last words of system-sama's introduction to Romans 101. But this time, the system made a mistake. His army, no longer only comprised of his summons. He had more than fifty thousand humans as well and they might get into trouble while facing the ancient army.

He looked at every soldier he could, and their ranks varied from B to cosmic C. Meaning, if Arnold could keep the cosmic rankers away from the low rankers in his army, he should be able to handle them with ease. Moreover, each of the Ancient humans had one common skill: Athena's Blessing.

'Just what is this blessing?'

'And Scylla used Hellfire to kill a few of them which means-'

'dang it-'

'And that is?'

'It's time to use water and ice-based attacks.'

However, Arnold's train of thought was soon interrupted by the gargantuan man in front of him.

"Your pet is quite majestic, I must admit that." Hercules assented when he saw Arnold looking at the battle going behind his back, "A fierce creature worthy of being slain by my glorious hands. It's about time for me to let go of this lion skin either way. But more than that, I'm curious as to how its meat would taste. Dragon meat is supposed to be a delicacy, even among the gods, but ever since the truce between the Gods and the Dragons, I haven't had a taste of it. But it'll come after I'm done with you."

Arnold wanted a battle of mockery, so Hercules obliged. Little was he aware that saying petty things like these didn't work on Arnold. and haven't worked in a long time. He had to listen to things much worse than this even when he was a porter.

Not to mention, System-sama's comments were a lot worse than anything the Demigod could've come up with. It wasn't that easy to troll Arnold. Even System-sama had a hard time doing so nowadays, so what could a half baked potato man say to him that'll enrage him? Nothing.

"It's quite funny." Arnold laughed much to Hercules' annoyance, "She was saying the same thing about you. I don't blame her, after all, she does not get to feast upon a demigod every day either."

Hercules was easily ticked off by the mortal's comment. He was the son of Zeus! A being even the greek pantheon was forced to recognise. He was the one who accomplished the 12 impossible labours. The proof of those labours were the scars covering his body. He was the one who had defeated the Nemean lion, The Hydra, and many more majestic and deadly creatures. And this mortal had the audacity to say that he will feed him, the great Hercules, to his pet?

As Arnold had expected, Hercules went bat-sh*t crazy. There was no stopping him once he became enraged. It was true that Hercules was a great man. If he wasn't, then no one would remember him even after thousands of years. But he was wrong about one thing.

He had not completed all of the 12 labours by himself. He had allies to help him with most of the tasks. However, all those allies were long gone. He was all alone now. Unlike Arnold.

"You asked if I'm a fool to take you on alone. Well, I admit I would have had a hard time against your army by myself," Arnold smiled as a ginormous portal opened behind him, and out walked all of his summons along with the fifty thousand warriors, "So I brought my own party. I hope you don't mind?"

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