The Greece Antagonist

Chapter 166 As Long as the Hoe is Swung Well, There is No Corner that Can't be Dug Out (4.2k)_2



"It's a bit overwhelming, let's opt for a static background instead,"

Terpsichore, who loves dancing, Urania, who presides over astronomy, and Polyhymnia, who is in charge of hymns and rhetoric, each had their own opinion.

Facing the clamor of the nine Muse Goddesses, Luo En listened patiently to everyone's opinions. He first gave his views based on the effect of the live performance, then suggested with a smile,

"My views might be biased, so how about we compose and revise according to your ideas first? Then we can play them one by one in the city-states we've been to, see which version is more popular, and adopt that method for the final version!"

"Great!"

The Muses nodded in agreement, their faces showing eagerness to try.

Luo En raised his pen and paper with a faint smile and inquired,

"So, in order, which city is next for us?"

"Euterpe!"

The Muses burst into laughter, pushing forward the fifth among the sisters.

Holding a lyre, the young maiden in charge of love poetry rolled her eyes at her sisters, then with her cheeks flushed red, stepped to the front of the group.

Luo En smiled and extended his hand, preparing to blend divinity with this Muse as usual, to let her take over Homer's account, to create new poetry in the next city.

However, Euterpe just smiled mischievously. Accompanied by a gasp from the Muses on the scene, she swiftly hooked her arms around the neck of this male god, stood on tiptoe, and surprised him with a kiss on his forehead—a bold and fiery way to offer her own unique blessing and inspiration.

Luo En was momentarily stunned, then he touched his forehead where the warmth lingered and looked at Euterpe, who had retreated back into the group of Muses, her face blushing, too shy to look up. He couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and bewilderment.

Love always made people act recklessly, blindly, and impulsively.

The rest of the Muses were either egging on, sourly scolding, or showing envy, instantly filling the valley with a merry atmosphere.

Leaving Mount Pelion, the nine Muses, led by the God of Wine, assumed the name of Homer and moved forward.

They had visited Gaea's ancient dungeons, paid homage to Rhea's abandoned temples, climbed the old site of Mount Othrys, and gazed upon the birthplace of the original Goddess of Wisdom Metis...

The whispers of the ancient gods were the best material for writing; the casual conversation of nymphs was superb for adding interesting details; and the mountains, stones, and trees, which never lied, bore witness to history and civilization most sincerely.

With the united effort of the Muses, the grand and majestic Sacred Words, the detailed and rigorous Divine Chronicle, and the rebellious Song of the Titans were continuously filled out and perfected under the pen of the blind poet Homer.

And at each performance, the audience that heard the news and came was packed, sending up unanimous applause.

That wasn't hypocritical flattery for the gods, but pure admiration for "art"!

This excited the Muses immensely, immersing both body and spirit in the sense of accomplishment gained on the journey.

Gradually, they enjoyed this life more and more.

In comparison, the days on Olympus were so dull and empty;

Accompanying Chief God Apollo's love poetry felt so contrived;

Offering repeated hymns of praise to the gods was so exaggerated and boring...

Divinity allowed them to dwell in the heavens.

But humanity let them sing freely!

As the journey continued, the Muses, assuming the fictional identity of the blind poet Homer, silently underwent some indescribable transformation, using the tip of the pen, music, and song to record the traces of the world.

However, after navigating a rugged cliff, the view before them startled the Muses from their beautiful dream.

—Enormous rocks, eroded by time into various shapes, gray stalagmites shooting up into the sky praising the natural artistry. Below lay vast plains, forests, canyons, and picturesque villages, within the boundless jungles and profound valleys, one could vaguely make out huge skeletons.

Luo En tapped his staff, looking up and pondering over the city-state nestled within the distant mountains.

"Thessaly, we've arrived..."

The Muses, looking at the unfinished manuscripts in their hands, sighed in unison, a sense of melancholic frustration and reluctance brewing in their hearts, holding them back from moving forward.

"The Father God said that no one is allowed to visit Lord Apollo..."

With a deep and soft murmur, the Muses' eyes unanimously turned toward Clio in the group.

This meticulous scholar of history, holding her scrolls, spoke seriously.

"Let's just confirm from a distance. It's good as long as Lord Apollo is safe. Getting too close might anger the Father God and perhaps extend Lord Apollo's sentence."

"Exactly!"

"That's right!"

"We must consider Lord Apollo!"

The Muses' eyes lit up, and they nodded in agreement, as the tense atmosphere was subtly alleviated.

Watching the group of Muses eagerly express their concern for Apollo's safety, Luo En smiled faintly, pointing toward a green, gentle slope.

"Look, it seems to be over there."

The Muses nodded with pleasure, peering through the dense forest from afar.

At this moment, the melodious sound of a lyre came from the hillside, enchanting the wild beasts that stepped out of the thicket: leopards and lions moved tamely among the flocks of sheep, deer and antelope danced to the rhythm of the lyre, and a handsome shepherd was surrounded and protected in the center, with a serene and joyful atmosphere all around.

Beside them, a middle-aged man in civilian clothes, with a broad nose and straight mouth, sat on a greenstone boulder nearby, entranced by the music, tapping his thigh in time with the beat.

Meanwhile, several fully armored attendants with swords patrolled the vicinity, indicating the noble status of the middle-aged man.

"It seems to be Admetos, the King of Thessaly."

Looking at the harmonious scene, Clio let out a sigh of relief.

Luo En's face also showed a relieved smile.

"It looks like Lord Apollo is well taken care of by the king; he's having a good time."

"Yes, yes."

The Muses nodded unanimously, their expressions light and cheerful, clearly delighted that their former master was being well treated.

But soon after, they looked at each other and fell into a strange silence.

Finally, the impulsive Euterpe couldn't help coughing and looked evasively at the path behind them.

"Cough, so..."

"Exactly!"

"That's right!"

Before Euterpe could finish, the Muses intuitively nodded, their eyes full of approval.

Since Lord Apollo is fine, there's no need for us to worry anymore.

To avoid disturbing his punishment, we should leave as soon as possible.

Immediately, the nine Muses, in silent agreement, simultaneously turned to leave.

"Boom!"

However, just then, the forest shook, and pitch-black dungeons hundreds of meters long appeared abruptly, tearing through the tranquil valley and gentle slope, as if connecting to the bottomless abyss.

"Roar!"

The next moment, deep roars resounded, and massive black and brown arms as large as mountains burst through the holes, smashing into the ground. The violent gusts uprooted the surrounding trees, and the birds of the forest scattered in panic.

Witnessing the giants and monsters, resembling small mountains, emerging from the dungeons, Luo En's complexion changed.

He now understood where those gigantic skeletons in the Thessaly valley had come from.

Clearly, the bloodline of the Titans' rebellion had not been eradicated from this land!

They were trying to reclaim everything that once belonged to them from the hands of humans and the gods.

And coincidentally, one of the dungeons had appeared right on the gentle slope where Apollo was herding and playing his music.

"Bang!"

With a thunderous land quake, a blue-black arm smashed into the ground, and dozens of cattle and sheep under its grasp were reduced to pulp before they could even cry out.

Apollo, standing on the spot, was instantly buried by the splattered flesh and dust.

"Quick, help!"

Seeing this, Luo En immediately barked a warning.

Apollo can't die now, at least not before he has played out his remaining usefulness...

And besides, his divinity was only sealed, not vanished. If he got hurt, he might actually break free from his chains returning early to Olympus, which wouldn't be very pleasant.

Just perfect.

The very last step of his scheming was at hand.

As his thoughts raced, Luo En instantly dropped his disguise and reverted to his original form, taking the lead and charging toward the location of the God of Light.

Seeing the leader of their venture since coming down the mountain rush out first, the nine Muses snapped out of their daze and immediately followed Luo En, joining the fray.


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