The Greece Antagonist

At the critical moment, Luo En felt a strong urge to survive and quickly defended himself.

"Just kidding! We were just kidding!"

"I didn't... huhu..."

Helen, who was love-struck, wanted to argue back, but Cainis, Atalanta, and Medea quickly moved in from both sides, two grabbing her shoulders and one covering her mouth, seamlessly cutting off their friend's chatter and nodding in agreement like chickens pecking at grains.

"Yes, we were kidding!"

The God of Love, who had just been clamoring to officiate the wedding, quietly shrank into the shadows, trying hard to reduce his presence.

Love is precious, but life is priceless.

If one had to risk their life for love, even Aphrodite, spirited as she was, would have to think twice.

Moreover, it was someone else's love.

However, Thetis, the victim outside the door, looked at everyone's guarded reactions and smiled playfully.

"But, I am serious."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be baffled.

They had seen many cuckold others in Greece, but there weren't many who asked to cuckold themselves voluntarily.

Seeing the smiling Thetis, everyone hesitated to respond, fearing it was a trap.

Seemingly understanding their concerns, Thetis walked into the courtyard, took their hands willingly, her face showing a genuine smile as she whispered softly.

"Liking someone is not wrong. I love him just like you do. Why would I blame you? Besides, you are about to step onto the battlefield, taking great risks to fight for everyone's chance to survive. As a woman and a beneficiary, I can't fight alongside you or share this risk. The only thing I can do now is to fulfill your pre-battle wish and organize a grand wedding for you, so you won't have any regrets."

Such tender empathy and extreme tolerance shook everyone present, and they couldn't help but respect this unassuming wife of the God of Wine.

"Really, can we?"

Helen, taking advantage of her friends' inattention, pried away the hand covering her mouth and asked Thetis tentatively and expectantly.

"Of course!"

Thetis maintained her smile, caressing Helen's delicate cheek and genuinely praising,

"You are so beautiful; you will definitely be the most beautiful bride tomorrow!"

Hearing this sincere compliment, Helen blushed shyly and lowered her head.

Seeing that the wife of the God of Wine was as tolerant and gentle as the legends described, Cainis licked her lips and mustered the courage to ask.

"Will there be wine at the wedding?"

"You can drink as much as you want."

Thetis replied with a smile, showing a consistent magnanimity and patience.

At this point, Atalanta and Medea could hardly contain themselves.

"I would like some arrows, they will be needed on the road."

"I want unexplored Magic Guidebooks, the more the better!"

"Then come to the wedding tomorrow. Write down the gifts you want on paper; the deities who come to the banquet will surely fulfill them."

Thetis winked cunningly like an older sister coaxing the girl next door to do some mischief.

Atalanta, Medea, and Cainis looked at each other and instantly felt tempted, raising their hands in unison.

"Okay, we'll attend!"

"Yes, I have experience in weddings. Tonight, I'll come over to make your dresses and do your makeup, ensuring you look beautiful when you leave in the morning."

Thetis voluntarily took on the responsibility of the makeup artist and bridesmaid, her sincerely smiling face was highly infectious, seemingly enjoying herself.

Seeing the joyful scene before her, Aphrodite, who had just been clamoring to officiate the wedding, felt somewhat guilty and subtly coughed to remind,

"Well, having one wedding with four brides seems a bit unconventional. Plus, with not much time, it's probably impossible to complete too many complicated ceremonies."

"Then let's simplify it, adapting some rites for selecting the Main God Priest, and appoint them as the Dionysian Sect women!"

Thetis energetically proposed, nearly perfecting the solution.

In the God Era World, priestesses are always seen as an extension of the Chief God's Divine Will, also inherently having a close intimate relationship with the Chief God.

In the Ancient Babylonian Civilization, after priestesses like Naditu, Ugbabapitu, and Saklepetu took office, they were automatically regarded as dedicating themselves to the god, being the God's "spouse," living their lives in the female monastery, primarily engaging in religious duties, representing their family, city-state as offerings to the deities.

In Egyptian civilization, the chief priestess of the God Amun held the title "God's Wife."

Similarly, in Thebes, where Luo En was born, the chief priestess was responsible for the music and dance during sacrifices and also served as the secular wife of the deity.

Thus, electing Atalanta and others as the Dionysian Sect women is, in a sense, a simplified version of the "marriage to the god" ceremony.

As the issue resolved, Thetis did not forget to invite Aphrodite,

"When the time comes, the officiating duty will be yours!"

The God of Love, unable to decline, awkwardly nodded in agreement.

Her original intention was to find a morally justifiable reason to disrupt the wedding, but unexpectedly, the wife of the God of Wine actively provided a solution, wholeheartedly advancing the implementation of the wedding.

Seeing everyone gathered in the courtyard, laughing and discussing various wedding details, Luo En felt as if the whole world had become surreal.

Just as he hesitated to speak up, Thetis seemed to sense something and turned her head towards him, smiling softly and murmuring,

"Tomorrow is the last day. Don't leave any regrets. Besides, everyone has been too tense lately. A lively celebration is exactly what we need to boost our morale."

Seeing the genuine expression on Thetis's face, Luo En had no choice but to surrender with a helpless raise of his hands to his wife's arrangements.

Oh well, as long as they are happy.

It's just a formality, not like he has to really marry four women.

Moreover, the so-called "Wives of God" from the Dionysian Sect, there were two on War God Mountain, and Athena hadn't done anything to him about it.

After convincing himself, Luo En waved his hand to bid farewell to the several goddesses and heroes in the courtyard preparing for tomorrow's ceremony and walked back to the camp as night fell deeper.

As soon as he entered the tent, the Medicine God approached him, handing over fifty or sixty newly produced elixirs of immortality.

It must be said, this medical genius possessed a level of dedication and efficiency that even Luo En admired.

After carefully storing all the elixirs, Luo En exchanged a few casual words with the Medicine God and went into the dense forest behind the camp.

With his right index finger, he traced in the air above the ground, causing it to sink and form a deep pit like a pond.

A flash of light twinkled, and Luo En took out the Holy Grail from the opened Magic Circle Diagram, slowly pouring,

The golden-red Divine Liquid cascading into the deep pit, frantically absorbing Magic Factors from all directions, quickly gathering into a pool as red as wine.

After finishing this, Luo En, with a slightly pale face as if relieved of a heavy burden, took a deep breath and set up a Magic Barrier around the pond before turning and entering his tent.

Seeing Hera busy inside, she paused her writing and looked up at the entrant, her young lover, curiously asking,

"How did it go? Did you manage to persuade any of them?"

"If only they would listen to reason."

Luo En said with a helpless smile, handing back the unchanged list to Hera and giving a small report about Thetis and the others.

He thought the Heavenly Queen, guardian of marriages, would share his outrage and scold Thetis's folly.

Instead, upon hearing his complaints, Hera suddenly became enthusiastic.

"A wedding tomorrow? I want to be the officiant!"

Seeing the eager Hera, Luo En was even more at a loss for words.

I asked you to put out a fire, why are you joining in the madness?

Seemingly noting the resentful look in his eyes, Hera stopped her pen and deftly changed the subject with a smile.

"Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle, and I have already selected the 50 members of the Expeditionary Army. Now, this team is just missing a resounding name, any ideas?"

Luo En pondered for a moment, a memory surfacing in his mind.

In the not-so-distant future, a grand epic saga was waiting.

It was a voyage about adventure and honor...

It was a journey about death and hope...

It was about a group of people, gathered on the same ship known as "Argo," creating a legend without reliance on the deities...

Considering this, Luo En made up his mind and looked up at Hera, who sat behind the desk, and spoke solemnly,

"How about 'Argo'? The 'Argo Expeditionary Army'!"

Hera's eyes brightened immediately, and she nodded approvingly.

Argo, derived from the name Argos, her Holy Land.

And the great hero leading this team to accomplish greatness was Hercules, her chosen Divine Son and the new king of Argos.

Naming it so clearly evidenced her initiative in this expedition, the saga written by her!

Once successful, her divine name would undoubtedly be sung by all Greeks alongside the "Argo Expeditionary Army."

Moved by this thought, Hera looked at her young lover with eyes full of deep affection.

"It's late; stay the night."

Feeling Hera's sudden warmth, Luo En jumped, coughing to remind.

"Uh, I seem to have a wedding tomorrow..."

However, Hera stood up, unbuckling the golden belt at her waist, her smile growing even more radiant.

"Isn't that even better?"

"..."

Seeing that familiar smile, Luo En's face changed color, and without another word, he turned and ran.

But as soon as one foot stepped out of the tent, the other was tightly grabbed by a shadow rushing up behind him.

"Trying to run? Get back here!"

In an instant, the God of Wine was thrown off balance and fell to the ground. Dragged by one leg back into the tent, he suffered brutal abuse.

In the chilling night wind, the shadows intersecting inside the tent and the ten violent scratch marks spreading from the ground to inside the tent, all told the tragic tale of the victim's ordeal.