The Greece Antagonist

``` Nine harpies stirred up fierce winds, their wings spread like sharp sickles, swooping and tearing with bursts of flames erupting in their wake. One after another, the degenerated magic beasts faced the sweep of the originals, thoroughly routed and fleeing in panic under the fear induced by the suppression of their bloodlines. The magic beasts are in upheaval? King Admetos was slightly stunned, but then he saw the two purple-haired goddesses commanding these offspring of Typhon, and his heart steadied. —It's Athena and Medusa, it seems they have already subdued the original offspring of Typhon, turning them into an aid for mankind! By now, more and more stars were falling to earth, and more and more chief gods, deities, and heroes arrived. One after another, battle nymphs with transparent wings, following the golden-horned deer chariots driven by the Goddess of the Hunt Artemis and Atalanta, converged with the Amazon warriors under Queen Hippolyta, advancing toward the main battlefield of Thessaly. One after another, alchemical automatons emerged from the magic array, and alchemists from the Hermes Trismegistus Sector also flocked around the Chief God Hermes, reaching the battlefield. Waves rolled in diagonally, the Mermaid Prince Triton blew his horn, revealing his reserves, as dozens of black metal battleships rose to the surface, with automaton soldiers covered in metal armor standing on their decks, calibrating the Essence Fluid Cannons, while the newly reinforced Mechanical Gods Apollo and Artemis appeared on stage under Poseidon's instructions. Queen Hera, God of Craftsmanship Hephaestus, Agricultural God Demeter, and other chief gods began to arrive... Looking at the encircled troops of his own army, and the ceaseless arrival of enemy forces, Kronos's face turned exceedingly ugly. Damn it, they've prepared a large-scale teleportation array in advance! Seeing the situation that had been within his grasp becoming complex and entangled, it seemed he couldn't simply devour Thessaly, and Kronos became indecisive on the spot. Advance? Or retreat? Since he had just issued the command to attack the city, Kronos found himself in a difficult predicament when looking at the stalled scene. Just as the Titan King was indecisive, anguished low growls came from the Sea of Okeanos. "What's the matter?" Kronos was shocked and turned to ask. Prometheus beside him swallowed hard and responded with a hoarse voice. "Your Majesty, Typhon has been defeated..." "Already? Have that fool hold on!" "It has retreated..." Prometheus coughed dryly, adding mournfully. "And, it left you a message." "What?" "We've been tricked!" Hearing this, Kronos's last shred of hope completely dissipated, and he immediately activated his earth authority to disrupt the enemy formation, while tearing a rift stretching tens of miles across the land, and bellowed an order to his subordinates. "Retreat! Quickly retreat!" The giants and magic beasts, having already suffered numerous losses, heard the order to retreat and swarmed into the rift, fleeing from the bloody purgatory. Watching his forces withdraw, barely two-thirds of their original number, Kronos punched a nearby giant tree into powder, his mouth emitting an angry roar. "To think you dare to fool me! Zeus, you wait!" "And that woman, next time I see her, it's kill on sight!" Prometheus nearby nodded repeatedly, then dragged the nearly rampaging Titan King into the rift in the earth. As the combined army of giants and magic beasts retreated like the tide, the utterly exhausted people of Thessaly collapsed on the ground, their eyes filled with the relief of having survived a calamity. We won, we actually won! King Admetos struggled to his feet, silently glanced at the city from where sobs were rising, and at the corpses strewn all over outside the city, and finally walked towards the city wall with a complex expression, to the King of Gods who had arrived at the critical moment and turned the tide. No matter what, His Majesty had indeed given Thessaly a helping hand. As subjects, they could only accept this belated divine grace and offer their profound thanks. However, before Admetos could approach Zeus, the King of Gods on the city wall raised his hand and spoke solemnly. "The war is not over yet, all gods to War God Mountain for a council!" With that, he stepped off the wall, his figure dissolving into the falling starlight. And the gods remaining on the battlefield also took their followers and followed in succession. ``` The King of Thessaly paused, about to speak, when his figure and those of Telamon and Cainis beside him were whisked away by the descending starlight. After a brief daze, the guardian gods of the major city-states and the Divine Blood Heroes gathered together within the Great Temple on War God Mountain. "Father God, the Old Gods have fully awakened. What should we do next?" The forthright Hephaestus, limping, was the first to step forward and ask. However, the king of the gods in the great hall shook his head and spoke leisurely. "First, let me correct one thing, I am not him..." The originally deep male voice turned into a pleasant female voice, and the burly figure of the god-king rippled like water waves, revealing a calm goddess holding scrolls and an iron pen. "Goddess Mnemosyne? Why are you here?" Faced with the unexpected appearance of the Goddess of Memory, the deities and heroes exchanged puzzled glances. "Someone was unwilling to come, so I had to replace him," Mnemosyne replied calmly, then lifted her hand to erase a line of text in the book and looked up to add leisurely. "Of course, the one who asked me to play this role is another..." Memory is a power adept at acting and deception, especially when the target harbors doubts, and their own will is unsteady. Son does not know father, father does not know son. After all these years, they are still the same, easily losing their fragile trust at the slightest disturbance. Seeing their beloved "Father God" transform into the visage of the Goddess Mnemosyne, King Admetos, Telamon, and Cainis felt, surprisingly, not much disappointment. Instead, what replaced it was a sense of relief. "Then, can you continue to play the Father God and make the Giant Spirit Clan retreat?" King Admetos asked cautiously, and then hastened to add emphatically. "Of course, no matter what, the Thessalians are grateful for your help and are willing to build for you a temple of the highest standard!" Goddess Mnemosyne shook her head and quietly shattered the supplicant's fantasy. "Such deceit only works when it is unexpected. Kronos is not that foolish." Upon hearing this, the hopeful look in King Admetos's eyes faded. Is it really not possible? What will become of Thessaly, bereft of divine protection, from now on? The three Thessalian heroes pursed their lips and looked at each other, their faces displaying fleeting bewilderment. And in this stifling atmosphere, the excitement of having repelled the Old Gods faded from the gods' faces as they began to converse in a melancholy tone. "Not just Kronos, Typhon has also awakened!" "Thessaly is about to be destroyed, and yet he does not lift a finger; what is he really thinking?" "Does he really intend to wait until they annihilate the Mortal World and advance upon Olympus before he is willing to lead us in resistance?" Listening to the gods' discussion, Hermes's gaze flickered and he tentatively spoke up. "Perhaps, I should plead with the Father God?" However, hearing Hermes's suggestion, the assembly fell into silence. Most of them had been part of that rebellion and had long since fallen out with Zeus. If they were to bow to that Divine King now, there was no telling if he might exploit the situation to make unreasonable demands or even use the cataclysm to force the Three Fates to break their contract, allowing him to continue his supremacy. Feeling the gods' silent resistance, Hermes reminded them, albeit reluctantly. "Facing two Old God kings and nine Titan chief gods, with not even one Divine King on our side, how can we possibly win?" Just as the atmosphere became gloomy, a pale hand pushed open the tightly closed doors of the Temple, gracefully entering. "Simple, I'll become the king!" At the same time, a black and ferocious dragon's head was tossed into the great hall - it was unmistakably the head of Demon Ancestor Typhon. Seeing this, the gods were initially startled, then turned en masse to look at the shepherd from the Mortal World who had just survived a fierce battle. Their restless and anxious hearts unexpectedly found solace. That's right, the Mortal World had its own king!