The Greece Antagonist

Feeling an overwhelming aura of death and decay bearing down, Luo En's halo behind him spun as he transformed into his fifth incarnation, the "Warrior." The blood of the War God within him instantly boiled, bursting into rampant flames of combat desire, which blazed like crimson flames erupting from the pores and acupoints all over his body.

— Oh, blood of Ares, be shattered here, be utterly destroyed here!

In a silent murmur, Luo En twisted his body backward, his right hand feigning a grip. The red and black spear of nation-creation manifested in his palm, fiercely thrust upward. A tyrannical and unruly force, combined with the deadly intent of extinction, turned into tangible crimson waves, rolling forward and drowning the dreamlike golden light inch by inch.

Seeing the golden sword being devoured rapidly, Hypnos's complexion changed slightly. Immediately, he reached forward and grabbed the shattered giant sword from mid-air, activated the sleep-derived authority that turned illusions into reality, and reformed a sharper blade to tear through the crimson flames in one fell swoop.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

In just a few breaths, the spear of nation-creation and the golden sword collided violently hundreds of times. The screeching sound of metal on metal, continuous like popping beans, caused the eardrums of Charon and Thetis on the boat to ache.

Sisyphus, whose talent was limited to escaping and lacked any decent combat skills, couldn't bear it either, clutching his head as if it would split, groaning painfully.

In the end, it was only when Charon saw that the real patron of this job was about to be finished, that he very unwillingly slapped his long pole against the waters of the Styx.

A thin curtain of water rose up around the ferry, accompanied by the sound of splashing, protecting everyone on board and shielding them from the fierce remnants of the battle.

Barely surviving, Sisyphus shook his nearly mushed brain and, out of habit, plastered a smile on his face, approaching Charon who had intervened.

"I felt like I was about to die just now. Lucky you were here, my friend…"

However, feeling the constant drainage of divine power and divinity within him, Charon couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"— Extra charge!"

"..."

Sisyphus's smile froze, and he could only nod sullenly under the grim gaze of the ferryman of the Underworld River, inwardly cursing.

Three on this boat, the ones fighting are up front, so why am I the only one paying?

"Boom!"

Meanwhile, the spear of nation-creation and the golden sword in the sky collided for the final time. The violent shockwave rippled outward, shredding the blood flames enveloping Luo En and the Underworld Butterflies surrounding Hypnos.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

Streams of gold and crimson light soared through the air, whistling sharply as they shot in all directions.

Instantly, dust rose on the riverbanks, swathes of poppies and valerian plants turned into a sky full of plant debris; water columns splashed up, meters high, and the departed souls residing in the Styx screamed as they scattered in all directions.

Above the water, Hypnos looked down at the golden sword in his hand, now reduced to half its size, casually tossed it aside, and looked up at his opponent wrapped in blood flames, holding the divine artifact, and casually remarked,

"Nice spear..."

But that was all.

As soon as he finished speaking, the butterfly-shaped wings behind this God of Sleep fluttered, scattering countless specks of phosphor powder that turned into thousands of gold and black Underworld Butterflies with the wind, like falling meteors, quickly plummeting towards everyone on the ferry.

Long-range combat?

Luo En, watching the glowing lights fluttering all around him, remained expressionless, his hands gripping the spear plunged into the rushing waters of the Styx.

The "Warrior" vanished, the "Great Whale" emerged.

In an instant, the water of the Stygian River, moved by the authority of the ocean, swept upwards. Countless suspended droplets, like blobs of thick ink, automatically formed Hermes Script, Titan Runes, linear letters, and a series of runes imbued with mystical power, gathering around Luo En, resembling the stars dotting the night sky, lighting up the darkness.

Hypnos felt as if he had entered a treasury preserving the seeds of civilization, the historical context carved into the memory of time, all laid out before him.

At this moment, he seemed like a sage with a nine-pronged crown atop his head, his right hand raised, using the spear as a pen, sketching the final stroke through thin air.

Knowledge is a ladder, and insight is a crown.

Here, explore the ultimate truths, eradicate the fallacies!

Instantly, the dense runes in mid-air, like well-trained soldiers, automatically connected and built upon each other from the central figure as the base, forming one Magic Circle Diagram after another, automatically weakening, counterattacking, defending, and retaliating.

The hoards of diving Underworld Butterflies were precisely segmented, encircled, blocked, and shot down, leaving none to escape.

At this moment, seeing the half-filled sky, luxurious like a castle, and as exquisite as art—a vast array of Magic Circles, Sisyphus on the ferry opened his mouth wide in astonishment, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

Isn't, what kind of background does this guy have?

His magical proficiency is incredible! How could he even overpower Hypnos, one of the twin deities of the Netherworld?

The deeper he thought, the more unnerved Sisyphus felt.

One thing was certain, the person opposite was definitely not targeting him specifically. The trouble he might stir up in the future would likely only grow.

A mere demigod like himself getting involved might end up not even leaving any remnants in the end.

When he tallied it all up seriously, it seemed like he was the one at a loss?

At this moment, Sisyphus started to miss the warmth of that rock.

But unfortunately, neither Charon waiting for him to return to Corinth for an additional payout, nor the beautiful goddess unintentionally blocking his path on the side, seemed likely to let him easily jump ship.

And at that moment, having suffered consecutive defeats, Hypnos's expression finally grew serious.

He had thought that the divine artifact with the power to ruin was his trump card. He hadn't expected his opponent's mastery of magic to be even superior.

Since that was the case...

Hypnos raised his hand in a gesture, and a black, gold-colored transverse flute, engraved with butterfly patterns, appeared in his palm, which he then brought to his lips.

With the movement of the airstream, a comfortable and elegant melody flowed from the holes of the flute, spreading outwards, and countless gold and black Underworld Butterflies emerged from the air, dancing gracefully and sprinkling down dreamy phosphor powder.

Inside the splendid Palace of Corinth, beautiful maids moved about and laughed, pouring cups of aromatic, rich wine into Sisyphus's mouth, while the soft velvet bed exuded a comfortable scent...

On the lush green island, a breeze caressed Tethys's cheek, bringing the moist sea air; the soft fine sand rubbed against her skin, comfortable and pleasant; the warm sunlight made one's muscles relax, making one long to lie under the dense shade of the trees in the distance and quietly enjoy the afternoon...

In a home built in the style of Minosian architecture, the warm fire crackled, and a table full of rich dishes had already been devoured, with the sensation of fullness inside making one feel lazily content, wishing to lie on the wicker chair, taking a quiet nap after the meal...

A bit sleepy, time for a little nap.

Just as Luo En yawned and slowly closed his increasingly heavy eyelids, the dancing flames in the stove suddenly burst out with a crackling sound, sending several meters-high golden flames leaping out and immediately setting the entire house ablaze.

Something's not right! I'm still in the Netherworld!

A sudden scorching pain in his brain made Luo En suddenly realize what was happening, and he immediately opened his eyes, and looked fearfully at the figure playing the transverse flute in mid-air and the hundreds of Underworld Butterflies that were now dangerously close.

No wonder even the Divine King Zeus had been ensnared by the Authority of Dreams, he had almost fallen asleep on the spot, beguiled by Hypnos's flute.

If it weren't for the sixth incarnation's "Flame," which in a crucial moment used its power to purify the negatives and awaken a shred of his consciousness, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

In a critical moment, one can only rely on their own Chief God!

Luo En silently made a cross in his heart, and the purifying "Flame" immediately surged out from within him, turning the approaching Underworld Butterflies to ashes.

He actually broke free?

Seeing the unexpected result, Hypnos was startled and attempted to strengthen the resonance of the melody, trying to pull the target back into the dreamland.

However, Luo En, now on guard, naturally would not give him that chance. His body leaned back dramatically, his right hand tightly gripping the Spear of Nation Creation, while sacred words solemnly chanted from his mouth.

"Branch of Ruin, divine carcass wedge—reignite the ashes at the beginning!"

The next moment, Luo En was enveloped in a fierce blaze of crimson light, and the Holy Lance crafted from large palm wood in his hand was also ignited along with it.

Amidst the flying ashes, the dead roots of the world revealed their miserably defeated essence.

Barren, pitch-black, resembling a piece of lifeless charcoal.

Yet, facing this ugliness and decay, Hypnos was as if facing a great enemy, pushing the dream-inducing melody of his flute to its limit.

He had a premonition that if he were to be struck by this thing, no matter how strong heroes or immortal deities were, they would all be turned into ashes by this burning branch.

Only the immortal Chief God could survive this horrific destruction.

"Swoosh!"

The burning branch shot out, igniting the Netherworld's deathly aura along its path, shattering layer upon layer of purple dream barriers, with the Underworld Butterflies, serving as foundation stones and networks, unable to dodge in time, burning brightly and cascading into the Styx like drifting river lamps on the water surface.

"Puff!"

In the light sound of a blade piercing flesh, the flute abruptly stopped.

A streak of blood appeared on Hypnos's handsome face, with a few gold and red Blood Beads falling into the tumultuous waters of the Styx below.

At this moment, Sisyphus and Tethys on the boat woke up dazed, their faces filled with shock.

"I have to admit, you're strong, so, I will make my utmost effort next!"

The God of Sleep in mid-air reached out to wipe the blood from his face, speaking faintly, his serious tone mixed with a rare hint of chill.

—Why do lives fall asleep? Because they are not yet ready to face death.

As a deity who governs sleep, Hypnos does not like killing, thus he seldom fights or strikes fatally.

But as one of the Twin Gods of the Netherworld, guarding this place and maintaining order is his duty.

However, once he makes his move with full force, he cannot guarantee survival for the other party.

Life and death combat should be so!

The next moment, murderous intent filled Hypnos's eyes, as he raised the now halved transverse flute in his hand and swung it forward.

Instantaneously, sharp and piercing wails broke out all around, the boiling death aura was compressed to its limit, transforming into a dense array of swords, spears, heavy hammers, and even meteorites, launching forward.

Facing the fierce attack from Hypnos, Luo En, who had just thrown the Spear of Nation Creation and now empty-handed, gave a slight smile.

Then—

He decisively grabbed Tethys and Sisyphus beside him, and leaped together, landing on a riverbank covered in daffodils.

Nothing else, after dragging on so long, the Elysian Fields were finally in sight.

Meanwhile, the only one left behind, Ferryman Charon on the river, watching the overwhelming array of swords, spears, heavy hammers, and even meteorites approaching, was stunned.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a hundred feet high water column splashed up above the Styx, with black wooden shards scattering in all directions.

In the turbulent waters of the Styx, an old man dressed in tattered clothes violently wielded the pole, now broken into two pieces, driving the relentlessly swarming departed souls away while turning his head to shout furiously at the three shameless figures who quickly dived into the daffodil bushes.

"Charge more! Remember to charge them, you bastards!"