Purple Night Melody

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to?
Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile.
The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite.
"To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at."
The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera.
"As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides."
The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena.
"You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core."
Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield...
Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him.
"And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation."
"..."
Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

The Greece Antagonist

"Hehe, still trying to sow discord? How could my sister possibly be... "


Upon hearing this, Euryale at the side let out a disdainful, cold laugh.


However, before she could finish speaking, a chill ran from the tip of her tail to the crown of her head, making her shiver involuntarily and look behind her.


At once, her eyes met two rectangular pupils that were wide open, and her body instantly stiffened.


The Gorgon Sisters' bewitching eyes could not only immobilize their enemies but also work on their own kind.


Frozen in place, Euryale incredulously turned to gaze at her deeply beloved sister, her eyes filled with horror.


"It's just a hundred lashes, bear with it, it will be over quickly."


Stheno swallowed, trying to force a warm smile on her face, while the whip she often used on them had somehow found its way into her hands.


What's the point of beating? My entire body is almost out of good snake skin left!


Chapter 146: The Last Day of the Female Imp (5.3k)_3