The Greece Antagonist

Several days later. The twinkling starry sky of the Sanctuary had returned to calm, and three radiant goddesses walked out from among the stars, chatting and laughing. The rose flush on their skin and the lazy comfort within their bones all spoke of the pleasure of being drenched in rainfall. In contrast, sprawled on a soft bed made of animal hides, silk fabrics, and alchemy materials inside a cave, was a silver-haired male deity with slightly sunken eye sockets and unkempt hair scattering in all directions. He sat propped up at the head of the bed, spread out in the shape of a "big" character, motionless for a long time, like a dried-up blade of grass fed out of its moisture. All my authority was used up, am I some boss to be farmed? The aggrieved victim muttered under his breath, his hands trembling slightly as he took out a dozen energy potions from the Magic Circle Diagram, poured them into the Golden Holy Grail that appeared in front of him, and then sighed in despair as he alternated between sipping wine and drinking his medicine. "When will these days come to an end..." "I see you're quite enjoying yourself," A teasing voice came from beside his ear, as another inmate peeked out from next door, a playful gaze landing on the shattered black curse chains beside him. "If I remember correctly, this sort of half-finished product can only last for a few moments at best." Luo En's eyelid twitched, and he turned his head, putting on a skin-deep smile as he looked towards his mentor, speaking in a ghostly tone. "You don't say, I had almost forgotten about it." Instantly, the previously gloating Hecate froze, her smile solidifying, shrinking back as if a thorn pricked her, her face sporting a forced dry smile. "That being said, you must have come to see me for something important, right? Is there anything I can help with?" "There was indeed something I wanted to discuss with you before." Hecate swallowed hard: "How about now?" Luo En's face lit up with a radiant smile, sincerely conducting a self-examination: "I, you know, am rather petty." Watching as their neighbor slowly took out suspicious pink vials, a black whip tanned from snake molts, and chunks of beeswax, among other oddly familiar weird items from the Magic Circle Diagram, Hecate's face changed instantly. She hurriedly dragged the curse chains on her body and squeezed into a dark corner's shadow. There was no choice but to run. The functions and effects of these items had apparently just been demonstrated on her personally by the three goddesses. However, Luo En casually snapped his fingers, and the curse chains wrapped around Hecate came to life, tightening around her like venomous snakes, dragging her out of the shadows and firmly binding her to the central stone pillar. Compared to the stealthy half-finished product created by a certain Witchcraft Goddess, this Divine Tool personally forged by the God of Craftsmanship Hephaestus was obviously more targeted and substantially more robust and powerful. As the chains continued to tighten, the cold black metal pressed into the flesh of the goddess. Bound to the pillar, Hecate's limbs were spread out into a "big" character, reminiscent of a swan about to be constricted by a python. After struggling in vain several times, she looked towards her beloved disciple with hope. "Xi, can we reconcile?" "At this moment, you couldn't possibly be joking." Luo En ruthlessly shattered her illusion, then gulped down the last of the Divine Liquid from the pink vial, picked up the snake skin whip, and with a sinister smile, walked towards the dear mentor who had once made him who he was. It was time to show off some real skills! Soon, the starry sky of the Sanctuary began quivering once more, seemingly even more violently than before. Here we go again... Mnemosyne shook her head in front of the temple of the three goddesses, added another layer of curse protection to herself, and continued to bury her head in the "Arabian Nights" she was reading. Behind her, two crystal coffins vibrated so subtly that it was almost imperceptible. ~~ Meanwhile, at the edge of the Thessaly mountains. Perseus, as usual, had surveyed the surroundings of the campsite, fetched some clean water from a nearby stream, and turned back to the encampment. Because of Father God Zeus's oracle, he and Hercules could not intervene in the Battle of Thessaly, naturally, they could only evacuate from the city. But his disciple could not bear to completely disregard Thessaly, so he pleaded with him to stay in these woods, waiting in silence, hoping the Father God would change his mind soon. But as they waited and waited, they did not receive a new divine edict from Father God Zeus; instead, they heard the news that Thessaly was nearly overrun. A rustling sound came from the shrubbery behind the camp, and Perseus, who was boiling water for cooking, put down his wooden spoon and looked back. "Did you sneak into the city again?" "Teacher, that is, after all, the Father God's sanctuary." The figure in the black cloak pulled back his hood to reveal an embarrassed face and argued hoarsely. Seeing his disciple's evasive gaze, Perseus heaved a sigh and reminded in a low voice, "Do less of the meaningless things, Father God will be displeased..." Hercules pressed his lips together in silence for a moment, a hint of resentment flickering in his eyes. "So what exactly is meaningful? To stand by and watch Thessaly fall, and have everyone within die out?" "But has Thessaly fallen yet?" "But in the last battle, 1,747 people in Thessaly died. Almost every household is arranging funerals... if we were there, if Father God allowed us to act, perhaps many didn't have to die." Hercules clenched his fists, his tone revealing threads of guilt and self-reproach. "Don't think like that," Perseus said, trying to offer consolation, "Father God must have a deeper reason for doing this." But his tone was somewhat shaky, for, after all, there were some things even he found hard to believe. The gods were never a symbol of mercy. Hercules asked, "So, he still forbids us from intervening?" "..." Perseus opened his mouth but ultimately responded with a silent, wordless hush. Hercules sighed and spoke with a hint of hesitation. "I heard on the road that Admetos was also seriously wounded, managing to hold on until he returned from War God Mountain, then fell ill and has not risen since..." "Father God said we must not intervene." Perseus interrupted his disciple's words, repeating the stern reminder. "I just want to see my friend," Hercules explained in a low voice, assuring his teacher and guardian, "Rest assured, as long as he is well, I'll return first thing in the morning!" "An oracle is an oracle! Do not mention any act of transgression again!" Perseus strictly refused, then turned and walked toward the tent. "Enough, I'm tired and going to sleep a while. It's your turn to keep watch. Don't disturb me for any reason during my rest, understand?" Watching his teacher walk away and leaving behind a cloak, a bottle of Magic Potion, and a pair of winged boots by the fire, Hercules contemplated and bowed deeply to the figure entering the tent. He then gathered the three items from the ground and stepped into the growing darkness of the night. A gentle breeze brushed by, and the tent flap that had been pulled aside fell quietly back into place. A faint sigh echoed from within the tent. Being too emotional sometimes isn't a good thing.