The Greece Antagonist

Three days later, in a hidden valley within the mountains of Crete.

Occhanos sat before the fire, tore a piece of bloody flesh from the undercooked leg of a wild boar, and chewed vigorously.

The coarse meat and the strong, unseasoned scent of blood made him frown involuntarily, cursing his clueless grandfather in his mind.

If that old fool had been sensible, he would have bowed his head early, admitted his mistake, abdicated sooner, and passed the throne to him.

Then, the beast calamity on Crete Island would naturally resolve itself, and he wouldn't have to hide in these godforsaken mountains, subsisting on such rough food, but rather lie in the palace, enjoying the delicate delicacies served in gold and silver goblets and the meticulous care of beauties.

Looking at the wilderness before him, which was starkly different from the wonderful scenario in his mind, Occhanos took a sip of water, trying to swallow down the dry chunk of meat that was scratching his throat, his eyes brimming with irritation.

There are only two days left before the deadline, and that immortal still refuses to give in; how stubborn.

Should I make another trip to Knossos City?

Occhanos thought about his last encounter in the palace and couldn't help but hesitate.

Although he was caught off guard by that sudden interloper, it was his own oversight; he didn't dodge.

If he were to fight head-on, or shift the battleground to the dense forest or sea, where he is more adept, he might not lose.

Plus, with the recent divine protection granted by his Father God, that foreigner who relies solely on schemes and trickery is not a concern at all.

What truly troubled him was the old man's attitude.

Who knows, if pushed to the brink, whether that old coot might act out of spite and take him, his grandson, down with him?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After all, family relationships in Greece are incredibly delicate.

Often, the closer the blood relation, the harsher the blow...

Therefore, before the situation becomes clear, it's best not to loiter around that grandfather of his, so as not to provoke the old immortal.

When the time comes, let Keto give them a taste of her color.

When it comes down to life and death, what do pride, adherence, right and wrong, or even life itself amount to?

He doesn't believe that under the pressure of all Minosians, the old man won't bow his head?

However, by then, to bow would come at a corresponding price.

For example...

The image of his charming aunt appeared before Occhanos' eyes, and he licked his somewhat dry lips, his simple face revealing a sinister smile.

The virgin Priestess of Goddess Athena—he had indeed never tasted such.

As Occhanos was lost in his wild thoughts, a sarcastic taunt reached his ears.

"Yo, not bad for a meal, huh?"

Someone's here!

Occhanos's face changed, and he abruptly stood up, looking in the direction of the sound.

He saw the air ripple like water not far away, as a figure with silver hair cascading down his shoulders and a slender frame silently emerged.

It's him!

Seeing that familiar face, Occhanos's heart skipped a beat, his expression darkening as he instinctively reached for his hunting bow, loaded an arrow, and assumed a defensive stance.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to negotiate terms on behalf of King Minos."

Luo En quickly gestured with his hands, his face brimming with a harmless smile.

Hearing this, Occhanos's brows lifted in delight.

"Did the old… ahem… my grandfather come to his senses?"

Luo En nodded, smiling as he spoke.

"Yes, as long as you are willing to expel the Mother of Monsters, Keto, back to the inner sea and swear by the River Styx to sever all ties with Poseidon, the God of the Sea who instigated this beast calamity, he is willing to let bygones be bygones, considering your mother's sake, and allow you to leave Crete Island safely."

"…"

Upon hearing the so-called "peace terms," Occhanos's face turned ashen, barely containing his rage.

"Are you mocking me?"

"No, I'm just the messenger; the choice is yours."

Luo En spread his hands, his expression earnest.

At that seriously given response, Occhanos could not help but burst into ironic laughter.

"Facing certain death, you actually dare to negotiate terms with me and expect me to betray my Father God? Do you think you have the right?"

"So, you were involved in the Beast Tide as well? Since you aspire to be the king of Crete Island, aren't you afraid that the Minosians will spurn you once they find out the truth?"

Luo En looked seriously at the Son of the God of the Sea before him, quietly reminding him.

"Spurn?"

Occhanos, as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, disdainfully looked back at Luo En, cunning flickers manifesting in his previously naive eyes.

"Heh, if the old man hasn't come to find me himself, it proves that indeed he doesn't have long to live. And when he breathes his last, nobody will be able to stop the Mother of Monsters. The Minosians, if they want to survive, will they not have to kneel and beg me?"

People are always forgetful. Whoever offers them a way out, they are willing to listen to.

By then, as long as I defeat Keto, and become the hero who turned the tide, they will inevitably crown me as king. Who would know or care what I did in the past?"

Luo En seriously regarded Occhanos across from him, shaking his head in rebuttal.

"There will always be someone who knows the truth."

"So what if they know? Do they dare to rebel?"

The sarcasm on Occhanos's face intensified, his eyes brimming with undisguised triumph and arrogance.

"Don't forget, by then, they will all be depending on me to survive. If they dare to defy me, who will shield these fools from the Beast Tide of the Sea of Okeanos and the army of Atlantis?"

"By that time, even my uncles and aunts will have to kneel before me obediently, licking my toes, begging me to stay!"

"Hmm, that makes sense!"

Luo En, as if persuaded, became solemn and applauded this seemingly perfect plan.

Then, the corners of his lips slightly turned up, revealing a hint of pleasure, as he raised his hand to remove a bird feather pendant, pulsing with light, from inside his collar. He spoke softly.

"So, did you all hear everything clearly?"

"Heard it clearly..."

"Not a word was missed!"

"Pah, Poseidon's bastard!"

The chorus of male and female voices emerged from the pendant, cold and low.

There were priests, soldiers, commoners...

Even, those princes and princesses who once harbored a glint of hope...

Hearing the relentless curses and denunciations coming from the pendant, the triumphant expression on Occhanos's face vanished, replaced by a rage-filled flush of embarrassment as he angrily turned to face forward.

"You tricked me?!"

"Falling for the same trick twice, you are a fool indeed..."

Luo En glanced at the irate Son of the God of the Sea and delivered a mocking blow without mercy.

"Considering everyone a fool, always thinking you're the smartest one. You are the biggest fool of all!"

"Bastard..."

Occhanos, unable to muster a retort, saw his perfect plan riddled with holes, and his dream of ascending to be the king of Crete shattered like a bubble. He was so enraged that he crushed a sapphire hanging on his chest.

"You brought this on yourselves!"

In an instant, a surge of azure light shot into the sky, mingling with the ether in the air and emitting a piercing resonance.

"Hum!!!!"

Immediately, darkness fell upon the world, the sea roared with a frenzy of wind, and a giant beast, half snake, half fish, burst forth from the water, churning thousands of tons of water and venting its anger at being awoken.

As the monster opened its enormous maw to advance towards the noisy Crete Island, thousands of Sea Beasts trapped in the Inland Sea began to flee in terror.

The restored six-headed, twelve-legged beast Scylla and Charybdis, who had taken the form of a watery humanoid, were notably among the escapees.

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"Form ranks, face the enemy!"

Simultaneously, following a command, princes and princesses who served as commanders unsheathed swords and waved staffs on the reinforced coastal fortresses, priests and priestesses chanted spells, and ready soldiers either raised spear and shield on the ramparts or set sail on warships.

The war known as the End began anew.

At this very moment, in a clearing deep within the mountains of Crete,

Almost simultaneously with the commencement of the main battlefield, Occhanos, blinded by rage, let out a roar and, eyes red, charged at the one responsible for the ruin of his meticulous plan.

This bastard must die!