The Greece Antagonist

For a moment, dozens of warships with flickering light patterns plunged into the chaotic beast tide like lions entering a flock of sheep, carving bloody paths intermixed with blood and limbs straight towards the core where the Siren's three sisters were located.

As the distance to the center of the beast tide drew nearer, Luo En, who trailed behind the fleet, could even see the shocked and twisted expressions on the faces of the Siren's three sisters.

Too reckless!

Looking at King Minos at the bow, who was eager to battle the enemy, Luo En felt a growing unease and subconsciously surveyed the entire battlefield situation.

At this moment, on the beach in front of Crete Island, the bronze giant Talos was hammering down on Charybdis, the "Great Whirlpool";

To the left rear, across the vast sea, Little Medusa, with her snake hair, was fiercely battling the six-headed, twelve-legged Scylla, steadily gaining the upper hand with her excellent talents and the "Bronze Serpent Armor" bestowed by Athena, gradually wearing down the deep sea monster's divinity and life;

Atop the fortress, Princess Ariadne continued chanting a new round of grand rituals, invoking the name of Athena, joining forces with the temple's priest circle to weaken and suppress the oceanic divine powers of the Siren's three sisters;

Not far away, the primordial being Lamia, heart-pierced, hung miserably on the rampart...

Luo En turned his gaze again towards the nearby nearly collapsed divine-blood kinfolk that could no longer form an obstacle, as well as the chaotic beast tide, arriving at a clear conclusion in his mind.

Things were progressing smoothly, everything developing in a favorable direction.

But...

It seems, it was going a bit too smoothly.

Luo En deeply furrowed his brow and once again quietly pulled back a distance, his thoughts racing in his mind.

If he were Poseidon, who constantly sought to devour Crete,

then, before showing his animosity, he would surely have thoroughly investigated the specific conditions and combat levels of the Minosians.

The more detailed, the better!

And as the ruler of Crete Island, King Minos, who already had an old grudge with Poseidon, would undoubtedly be a focus of attention.

Considering the ambiguous stance of Divine King Zeus, whatever trump card King Minos might have was likely no secret to the long-scheming Poseidon.

Right now, the only variables seemed to be him and Little Medusa, the two demigods who had unexpectedly appeared.

What if, however, this disturbing element were removed from the battlefield?

Six top demigod Sirens facing King Minos and Princess Ariadne, two demigods of a similar level, along with Talos, who was akin to a deity.

It looked like six against three, apparently the advantage lies with us.

But the problem is, after planning for so long, Poseidon didn't just want the upper hand; he wanted a sure win!

Moreover, as the son of Divine King Zeus and the goddess Europa, future chief of the three judges of the Netherworld, King Minos, along with the bronze giant Talos, were beyond the level demigods could assuredly defeat.

The God of the Sea's temple aiming to accomplish their goal in one fell swoop would find that six top demigod Sirens were not enough.

Unless...

Luo En looked towards the fleeing beast tide, which, even in disarray, still defied survival instincts and didn't retreat toward the inner sea, and a thunderous realization resonated in his mind.

Suddenly, he realized the decisive factor Poseidon might deploy, his face drastically changing as he leapt backward, simultaneously pulling a bird feather accessory used for messaging from his chest and yelling a warning to the activated light pattern.

"Retreat quickly! Deities!"

"The other side might have deities joining the battle!"

Simultaneously, King Minos, standing at the ship's bow, shivered, pressing his hand against the resonating gold bird feather accessory, his face grim as he looked towards the Siren's three sisters a hundred meters away, their divine power drained, nearly at their final stand.

A deity... possibly...

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the clear sound of shattering, King Minos steeled his heart, tore off the bird feather pendant from his chest, and gripped the bronze spear tightly, leaping from the deck, like an aging lion spotting its prey on the savannah, launching into a sprint.

Seeing his own bird feather accessory also developing cracks, and King Minos, opposite of retreating, clutching his spear as he alone accelerated towards the Siren's three sisters, Luo En was taken aback, his mind filled with astonishment.

But almost instantly, in the blink of an eye, he understood the reason behind King Minos's action.

It was just a possibility...

If he let go now, missing this chance, allowing the beast tide to catch their breath and regroup, Crete would face an unknown number of casualties and variables.

And this time, King Minos had gambled all his cards.

If he stopped now over a mere possibility, then if the enemy prepared and came back for another round, his odds would be even slimmer.

Centuries of patience made him unwilling and unable to wait any longer.

Moreover, even if a deity truly joined the battle, he had to seize this hard-earned opportunity.

Because only by dealing with the Siren's three sisters who controlled the beast tide in advance, minimizing the threat from the sea, would there be a slight chance for Crete to resist once a deity truly entered the fray.

Otherwise, with five top demigods and a deity entering the battle, Crete would stand even less of a chance.
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Therefore, with the arrow notched, they had to shoot.

This move, dangerous as it was, left him no choice.

Perhaps, this was the sadness of being the weaker party...

Under Luo En's complex gaze, King Minos, who leapt forwards alone, spurred his divine power to the extreme, his grey hair turning golden from the surging divine force.