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

Through the swirling dust, Morgan looked towards the still-standing throne ahead, a trace of solemnity appearing on her face.


As the Guardian of Britain, she could easily mobilize the magic factors of the entire island to confront her foes. Coupled with the fact that Cornwall beneath her feet was the most steadfast Holy Land of belief for her three sisters, her "Divine Authority" could be brought to its utmost here.


However, her perfectly timed and positioned strike couldn't shake this King of the Wild Hunt from Wales.


No wonder he dared to commit crimes in Britain, it seems he has something to rely on!


Morgan's eyes turned cold, and she heavily tapped her magic wand against the ground.


Instantly, thirteen light-formed spears converged into one in the sky, transforming into a Light Anchor with a diameter of hundreds of meters, and with power several times stronger than before, it smashed again towards the broken throne ahead.


"I already said I'm just passing by..."


Chapter 113: Don’t lower your head, the Crown will fall; don’t shed tears, the bad guys will laugh (please vote)