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

Hercules, upon hearing this and thinking of Zeus's stance, initially felt disheartened, then gritted his teeth and said, "What if I insist on staying in Thessaly?"


"You are still as stubborn..." Perseus sighed deeply, his right hand slightly raised, suddenly tightened.


In an instant, several chains like silver dragons wrapped in fierce thunderbolts, strangled toward Hercules trapped in the center.


Hercules immediately invoked his divine power, beckoned with a crooked finger, and the nameless ax-sword stuck in the ground, under the pull of divine power, hummed as it flew into its master's hand.


As the weapon returned, his aura abruptly became sharp and fierce, like a sword drawn from its sheath.


Nine slashes formed of red-black divine power collided with the encircling silver chains, shattering the divine patterns and thunderbolts on them, and charged directly toward Perseus ahead.


Facing his former teacher, Hercules struck with full force from the outset.


Chapter 77: Passionate Mutual Stabbing Between a Kind Teacher and a Filial Student (5k)_2