The Greece Antagonist

"Go to Athens, don't look back!"

Accompanied by a deep roar, the last Hermes Script was outlined, the Magic Array activated instantly, and amidst the flowing radiance, it transferred Asclepius, who had fallen into it, dozens of miles away.

Perceiving that the presence hadn't approached the battlefield again, the blind poet Homer, or rather Luo En who had donned a disguise to save the day, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Phew, he finally heeded advice for once.

At the same time, without any worries left behind, he didn't hesitate to discard the divine spear that had been exhausted by his own use, turned his hands into fists, and struck out with full force, colliding heavily with the blood-red figure that rushed towards him.

"Boom!"

An explosive sound akin to thunder blasted through the air, creating terrifying sonic booms, and the ground around them was instantly carved out by tens of meters from the powerful impact, with dust spreading everywhere.

"Moo!"

Following that, accompanied by a dull bellow of a bull, the blood-red figure, like a cannonball shot out, was flung away.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The red-haired man, wrapped in blood qi, continuously broke through dozens of huge trees before finally dissipating his momentum and stabilizing himself amidst the flying wood chips.

"Not bad, not bad, I've finally met a character worth making a move for!"

Amidst his excited laughter, the man lifted his head, his eyes covered by cloth directly staring at the excessively large elder in front of him and the shadow of the [Bull] that emerged behind him, his face revealing a rare solemnity.

"You're worthy of knowing my name. I am the King of Thracians—Lycurgus!"

Hearing the self-introduction, Luo En looked at the red-haired man in front of him who proclaimed himself as the King of Thracians, and especially at the characteristic War God Divinity on him, and internally shook his head at this fellow's straight-laced lying technique.

In Greek mythology, the ancestors of the Thracians were said to be the sons of the War God Ares, Tereus, who first moved to that area.

Due to their martial nature, Ares was the most important Chief God of the Thracians, a unique cultural and religious symbol to them, and there was even a narrative that the War God originated from Thrace.

And successive Kings of Thracians claimed themselves as Kings of the Sun, and people blessed by the War God Ares.

As for Lycurgus, he is the legendary last King of the Sun of Thrace.

In "Homer's Epics," he was described as the son of the god of the north wind, Boreas. In "Histories" by Herodotus, he was described as a descendant of Ares. Burdened with chaotic legends, no one knew the truth, but either way, he did possess Divinity indeed.

Afterwards, the grand dynasty of the God of Wine was established, cults and sects were changed, and the ancient divine radiance faded away.

Afterwards, a rebel ascended to the throne, extinguished the last sparks of the War God, and from then on, Thracian was enshrouded in revelry.

Yes, he and this Lycurgus were fated adversaries.

Legend has it that when Dionysus wanted to pass through Thrace, he was rejected by Lycurgus, who even launched a night raid against Dionysus and his devotees. He stormed into the woods of Nysaion and slaughtered the mad women devotees of Dionysus.

Without a doubt, it was a great victory—to the extent that Dionysus turned into a bull to flee and was driven into the sea.

Heh, to have pushed the God of Wine, who was already one of the Twelve Olympians, to such an extent, how could it be merely some City Builder King?

Most likely, even if he wasn't an incarnation of any Chief God, he was a Mortal World vessel that harbored the consciousness of one.

So, with such terrible lying, do you really think I don't know who you are?

If you dare, speak up with your main account, Ares!

As Luo En condemned such shameless behavior inwardly, with utter righteousness, his face remained unchanged as he responded.

"Homer, just a poet passing by..."

"..."

The King of Thracians across from him couldn't help his face darken upon hearing this.

A poet? Just passing by? You're kidding me?

Seeing the blatantly lying blind old man before him, Ares, now on a lesser manifestation, couldn't be bothered with further words, snorted coldly, extended his hand to grab the wooden spear that had fallen nearby into his palm, then ignited the blood-red divine flame on his body, and shot toward the opponent that excited his hunting spirit.

Instantly, the temperature around soared sharply.

The air was burning, the world was burning!

Everywhere he looked was searing hot and blood-red, and Luo En felt as if he were in a world that was on the verge of destruction.

The holy tree of Bendis was also a branch of the [Big Palm Tree], the World Tree in Thracian mythology. After Thrace was conquered and assimilated by the Greek gods, Ares who occupied that land fashioned it into a throwing spear to arm himself. The [Big Palm Tree] had faded without a trace, this spear was the last remnant of a dead World Tree.

Feeling that pure will to destroy, Luo En immediately tensed up, fully manifested the shadow of the [Bull], and chanted divine words loudly, pushing his Authority to its ultimate limit.

"I am the strongest, holding victory in every instance. Whether against the gods or evil beasts—the one who crushes the will of all enemies, I shall topple any foe that stands before me! The bull with the shining golden horns, protect me!"

Shadows of the Citadel Labyrinth of Crete erupted from the ground in front of Luo En, in conjunction with the roar and charge of the [Bull], together bearing the onslaught of this assault from a perished world.

However, amidst a series of overwhelming booms, the [Labyrinth] born of the earth could only sustain for a moment before crumbling to pieces.

"Pfft!"

The next moment, the raging blood-red spear directly pierced through the [Bull]'s neck, making a sound akin to a blade slicing flesh.