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

The earth trembled, ether buzzed, and a fierce blood light burst into the sky from the center of the explosion, igniting the air around it.


Every Hermes Script, linear divine pattern, Titan Holy Word, and primal alphabet that shot toward it were instantly dispersed by the blood light the moment they got close.


Even curses and spells formed from combinations of curse words, magic, witchcraft, and ceremonial curses on a grand scale were unable to inflict any damage.


The magic power that came into contact with Lycurgus, now possessed by Ares, was not so much resisted as it was annihilated instantly by the pure and domineering divinity of war.


Even the few stray spells that barely penetrated the layer of burning blood brilliance and landed on the body of the King of Thracians could only leave sparks on steel, unable to leave any noticeable marks on that rigid ironclad body.


Chapter 174: The Mage Knows Martial Arts, Even the Gods Can't Withstand It