The Greece Antagonist

"Bi'as, let me teach you how to use a sword, kid!"

"Chiron, you can't even hold a shield properly, don't ever say that I've taught you!"

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Boisterous laughter and curses came from the leading group, thrusting spears and stabbing daggers took down the oncoming Magic Beasts while raised shields stood firm as rock.

The eyes of the older Minosians grew even more teary, as they stood straight with effort, trying to jest while focusing on the battling figures ahead.

Their heroes, their warriors, had crossed over life and death to come to their side once again.

And an army of merely a thousand men was actually pushing back tens of thousands of Magic Beasts.

Even more, they were advancing toward the densest area of the Beast Tide!

At the same time, a golden streak shot across the ash-filled sky, its long flame tail preceding its crash into the protruding left side of the Beast Tide, blasting hundreds of Magic Beasts into gory pieces.

"Hey hey, why the rush? Don't think you Minosians are the only ones here!"

With a frivolous tone, a handsome young man wearing an ornate golden Battle Armor and a gemstone earring on his left ear stood up from the pit, brushed off the non-existent dust from his body, and turned around casually to proudly announce to those behind him,

"Corinthians, your King has returned!"

Seeing that familiar figure and face, the Corinthians cheered and raised their arms in celebration.

Their King Sisyphus had once again escaped the Netherworld! Once again, he had overcome the God of Death!

With the pathway cleared by that Gold Saint, the Judge Radamanthys, leading his Divine Blood Guard from Crete Island, swiftly penetrated into the heart of the Beast Tide.

Watching the Magic Beasts fall like reaped wheat on the left flank, King Minos could not help but curse in his heart.

This Radamanthys kid, to earn his share of Ambrosial Honey Wine, actually colluded with outsiders; he's truly learned the worst lessons.

If that's the case, then I, as his older brother, won't be holding back either!

"Minotaur!"

King Minos shouted loudly, waving his hand, a four-meter-tall youth with bull horns leaped into the midst of the Beast Tide, wielding a double-bladed axe and causing a bloody massacre, clearing a path for his companions.

The fangs and claws of Magic Beasts were unable to harm him in the slightest.

For he was wearing a piece of Golden Armor in the same design as the one worn by Sisyphus.

Or rather, it should be called the Taurus Sacred Robe.

And the one on Sisyphus was known as the Cancer Sacred Robe.

A few days earlier, Dionysus had ventured alone into the Netherworld, intent on using the Netherworld's forces to prepare a trump card for the upcoming third war against the giants.

In the process, he also didn't waste the opportunity to pass the two ownerless Sacred Robes, Cancer and Taurus, to a certain King of Corinth who had been pushing a rock, and the Minotaur great-nephew.

Therefore, Sisyphus, the master of lies, was not actually an escapee from the Netherworld, but had been forcibly conscripted due to the impending war, with the duty to atone for his sins.

Since Dionysus bore the dual divine seals of Hecate, the Queen of Hell, and Hades, the God of the Underworld, Death God Thanatos naturally turned a blind eye to Sisyphus's breakout.

Of course, as payment, that King of Corinth needed to procure at least a hundred jars of Ambrosial Honey Wine.

And looking across the entire Netherworld, the only person who seemed to have such a stockpile was none other than King Minos.

For this reason, Sisyphus promptly partnered with Radamanthys, coaxing the Judge into making a bet in opposition to King Minos.

Furthermore, to ensure a sure win, Sisyphus—with his silver tongue—even sought another ally.

"Hey, buddy, if you don't take the stage soon, I might just give away those thirty jars of Ambrosial Honey Wine."

Following Sisyphus's leisurely call, the last wave of ferries arrived at the Mortal World's shores from the deep Netherworld under Ferryman Charon's guidance, passing through the River of Souls, Styx.

A man in black Netherworld Robe, with eyes sharp like a hawk, stepped onto the riverbank, while nearly a thousand robust, gleaming soldiers assembled behind him.

They were the Myrmidonians, also known as Ant-men, with a physique and fighting will as formidable as ants, a famously strong Divine Era army throughout Greece.

Naturally, the one leading them was the last of the Three Judges of the Underworld, Aeacus, responsible for judging deeds.

And as soon as he landed, Aeacus, with his ant soldiers, headed straight for the Beast Tide's left wing, converging with Radamanthys to jointly pierce through the heart of the Beast Tide.

According to the bet made earlier, whoever broke through the Beast Tide first to meet with the six Rulers of the Underworld would be declared the winner.

Now was the moment to race against time.

Right flank King Minos, still unaware that he was being tricked by his brother and colleagues, cursed their shamelessness while scanning the surroundings, his gaze quickly falling on Charon stirring the River Styx, closing the ferry point.

"Need a hand? Are you in?"

"I'm a principled god; why should I interfere in your siblings' competition?"

"I'll pay more."

"Deal!"

Charon, who had previously been indifferent, leaped forward, greedily snatching the large bag of Gold Coins thrown by King Minos.

Feeling the rich faith contained within, the Ferryman of the Underworld River immediately grabbed his long pole, his eyes red with fervor, pouncing on the Magic Beasts as if he had a blood vendetta against them.

After all, even a second's hesitation was disrespect to the Gold Coins!

With this, the Underworld King, Queen of the Underworld, Netherworld Twin Gods, Goddess of Conspiracy, The Furies, Three Judges of the Underworld, Ferryman of the Underworld River, and all the Underworld reinforcements, already joined the battlefield.