The Greece Antagonist

"Moo~~"

The Golden Bull let out a mournful bellow as it shattered explosively.

As the main body, Luo En felt an overwhelming power raging within him, coupled with a deadly will that annihilated life itself, churning and torturing him to the core. It was as if he had been struck by lightning, a trickle of golden-red blood spilling from his mouth, his heart filled with shock.

Dammit, how could this happen?!

At that moment, without waiting for Luo En to think carefully, the battle-hardened sangria shadow seized the opportunity to burst forth, its hands wrapped in blood-colored divine power viciously reaching for his throat.

"Bang!"

The thick palm passed through the air, reducing a giant tree to splinters.

An illusion?

Ares, looking at the shattered phantom before him and the grapevines entwining around his feet, slightly furrowed his brow. His blood-colored divinity surged forth, instantly burning the intoxicating and frenzied grapevines to ashes.

With the rich aroma of wine in the air, he rotated his eyeballs, peeking through the bandages at the figure a hundred meters away striving to regulate his breath, and the [Goat] that appeared behind him, excitedly curling the corners of his lips.

Found you!

To be honest, he hated those flashy but impractical tricks.

As a warrior, true exhilaration came from relying on the body's natural strength, using pure speed and power in a fist-to-flesh duel, the winner standing tall, the loser falling down. That was the most satisfying thing of all!

"Got another speed-enhancing Goat, huh? Let's see how long you can run!"

Ares curled his fingers, once again drawing the wooden spear into his hand, and charged towards the front with a fierce smile.

In Thracian lands, he was not only the War God but also bore the responsibilities of the Hunting God.

Similarly, hunting Wild Boars and slaying evil wolves was also a trial that successive Thracian Princes had to undergo before inheriting the throne.

It was an ancient ritual and blessing from the War God Ares, handed down from the ancestors of Thracian tribes.

By slaying evil wolves and Wild Boars, they displayed their valour and also drew concepts and power from them.

The so-called evil wolves and Wild Boars were not merely simple beasts.

The "evil wolf," cunning and ferocious, lurked in the shadows, ready to strike, aiming to take down the head of the Sun King.

The "Wild Boar," ignorant and frenzied, born in mire, reckless, always maintaining an indescribable madness.

What the Thracian Princes truly hunted were the "Black Beasts," symbols of these malevolent and frenzied entities. They could be heretical evildoers, possessed by evil spirits, or savage Magic Beasts.

To crush them and then learn from them—

To extract wisdom from cunning, to forge decisiveness from ferocity, to gain resolution from ignorance, to nurture courage from frenzy.

At this moment, Lycurgus, looking down, had a high resistance and a restraining effect on the derived powers and forces of these animalistic divine concepts.

In battle, he could peel off these fragments he considered "malevolent and frenzied," filter them, purify them, and learn corresponding combat techniques from them.

The trickster's fragments turned into a storm of wisdom, surrounding him, blowing away illusions.

The ferocious one's fragments turned into thunderbolts of decisiveness, thundering in an instant, amassing an explosive force.

The ignorant one's fragments turned into flames of resolution, burning incessantly, healing wounds.

The frenzied one's fragments turned into glows of courage, illuminating the self, dispelling darkness.

Therefore, a true Thracian King, a true God of War, could not be "contaminated" by such powers, and the only way to defeat him was through a direct confrontation.

Meanwhile, Luo En, having been seen through by Ares who was unaffected by the [Madness] and heading straight for him, felt a sinking feeling in his heart and looked apprehensively at the seemingly ordinary spear in his hand.

There's something wrong with that thing! I absolutely cannot let it touch me!

Almost at the moment he made that decision, Luo En raised his right hand without hesitation and rapidly traced in the air with his fingers.

Hermes Script, linear divine patterns, Titan Holy Word, original alphabets...and other divine symbols that existed or appeared during the Age of Greek Gods, possessing transcendent powers, densely emerged before him like a multitude of stars.

At this instant, he finally remembered another domain he excelled in.

— The Great Witch Circe was his mentor;

— The Witchcraft Goddess Hecate was his tutor;

— The Magic Goddess Athena had been his sparring partner;

— Goddess Mnemosyne herself had bestowed upon him the baptism of inspiration,

— The nine Muses were his Lesser Deities and vassals;

— He had studied in the Temple of Memory, perusing nearly all of Greece's mystical knowledge...

Luo En, watching the approaching God of War, didn't hesitate to use the [Goat]'s power to widen the gap and simultaneously waved forward, whispering in his heart.

— Sorry, besides being a warrior, I'm also a mage!

In an instant, myriad divine patterns shot forward like a meteor shower, and the intense explosions and dazzling light instantly engulfed the onrushing figure.