The Greece Antagonist

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Their heads sprouted serpent hair, tears of blood flowed from their eyes, wings emerged from their shoulders, and they wielded torches and viper whips, emitting hissing growls as they rolled up scarlet blood clouds and crashed into the midst of the Beast Tide, stirring up gusts of blood rain and foul wind.

"Resentment"—Mo Jila;

"Anxiety"—Alekto;

"Repaying"—Tisiphone...

The three names that had been called out belonged to The Furies, who had actually been defeated by Hecate, the Queen of Hell, and later recruited by the Netherworld.

With the arrival of up to six Rulers of the Underworld, the Beast Tide at the foot of the mountain was met with immovable boulders, causing their formation to scatter and their onslaught to slow.

However, due to the enormous number of Magic Beasts and their tenacious vitality, a sizable number still bypassed the six facing Rulers of the Underworld, circling around to the flanks, hurrying to continue their charge towards War God Mountain.

There, the gods of War God Mountain had not yet risen, their flesh so delectable.

Of course, if that Demon Ancestor were to fall, they wouldn't mind placing it on the dining table to share its Divinity and Divine Blood.

For within the horde, the strong live and the weak die; this is the unchanging rule.

The frail humans who had just narrowly escaped catastrophe and were still stubbornly guarding the stairs would serve as the appetizer before their feast.

Magic Beasts closing in from the flanks opened their drooling, bloodthirsty jaws and lunged at the weak crowd.

In just a moment, the two Cretan Princesses at the front of the line shuddered, vomited blood, and the Magic Barrier they had jointly sustained shattered under the siege of the Divine Monsters.

Following that, several Minosians who tried to protect the two princesses were also unsurprisingly sent flying away.

Divine Blood! Delicious!

A Chimera subspecies, leading the charge, greedily eyed the two sisters supporting each other. Its lion, goat, and serpent heads simultaneously let out excited roars, driving its body toward this succulent prey.

"Thud!"

At that moment, a bronze spear thrust from behind the two sisters, its point piercing directly through the lion's head of the Chimera, symbolizing courage.

And before the Chimera's goat's head representing wisdom on its back and the cunning serpent's head at its tail could react, the spear vibrated, a powerful Divine Power erupting forth, unceremoniously blasting the entire Chimera subspecies into a pile of fragments.

Amidst the crimson blood rain, an aged yet gentle inquiry came from behind the two sisters.

"How are you? Can you still stand?"

Hearing that familiar voice, Ariadne and Fedra's hearts trembled, and they turned their heads in unison to look behind.

Through the drifting fog of the Netherworld, an old man clad in Bronze Armor, spear in one hand, Shield in the other, and with a resolute face, was smiling at them.

Father!

Tears of excitement surged from the sisters' eyes, but instead of showing their vulnerability and rushing to embrace their father, they wiped the tears from their cheeks, gripped their Divine Staffs tightly, bit their lips, and nodded firmly.

As the mist swirled, another man wearing Armor embellished with a winged dragon design, with a more robust build, and a face bearing a strong resemblance to King Minos, kicked aside the body of a Sphinx subspecies at his feet, looking with approval at Ariadne and Fedra, and laughed heartily.

"Are these my two nieces? Well done!"

"Of course, whose seed do you think they came from?"

King Minos responded proudly, simultaneously swinging his bronze spear without pausing, severing several leaping Demon Wolves at the waist.

Hearing their father and the middle-aged man's conversation, the sisters immediately understood that this was their uncle who had been banished from Crete Island after a failed bid for the throne in their earlier years.

And now, he should be addressed as Judge—Radamanthys!

At this moment, as more and more Magic Beasts circled up from the flanks, King Minos cast a sideways glance at his brother.

"How about it? Care for a competition?"

"Sure, I was thinking the same! If I lose, you give me two hundred barrels of Ambrosial Honey Wine!"

Radamanthys laughed heartily and accepted the challenge eagerly.

Then, the two brothers, who had experienced the ups and downs of the world and had long since let go of past grievances, simultaneously swung their weapons, pounded their Shields, and roared.

"Where are the Minosians?"

"Here!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

A series of powerful and majestic responses came from behind the old, the women, and children, forming a resounding wave of voices.

A surging black tide rose from beneath the earth, converging into long, Netherword-gray rivers on the ground. Daffodils grew densely along the banks of the rivers, and a ferryman with fiery eyes waved his long pole, smashing the faces in the water—some in agony, some twisted—sending several heavily laden ferries through the fog toward the shore.

Before the ferries even reached the shore, Soldiers clad in Bronze Armor eagerly leaped in front of the old, the women, and the children, lifting their Spears and Shields with pride, gathering behind King Minos and Radamanthys.

Beneath the helmets were faces—not with the flesh of the living, but outlines hazily drawn by the deathly aura of the Netherworld.

But at a glance, the Minosian elders in the front rank couldn't help but tear up.

Because every figure in the ranks was known to them.

It was these very individuals who, during the Siege of Crete, courageously fought until the end of their lives, sacrificing all their fire and light, so these weaker ones could cross where the Minosian civilization fell and arrive alive in Athens.

"Pay attention, Katar family boy, swing your spear like this!"

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