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 puzzled twins, watching Hippomenes on the field leading the Subjugators to desperately resist the impact of the Beast Tide, began to doubt their own conjectures.


Seeing the brothers wavering, Luo En smiled and spoke.


"Whether the answer is right or wrong, why don't we just try and see?"


While they were still puzzled, they saw Atalanta leap onto the high platform and slowly draw her bow to its full extent.


The Subjugators, caught off guard by the sudden Beast Tide, were struggling in the battle.


Rows of javelins were thrown, arrows shot, and Cursed Bullets fell, creating a cacophony of booming sounds as dozens of Magic Wolves and Magical Pigs were hit by the attacks and blasted to pieces.


However, against the thousand-strong horde of creatures, the Subjugators' casualties seemed insignificant.


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