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

Whether they are willing or unwilling, as long as they behave during their term and complete their missions on time, the rest doesn't matter.


Just as Morgan was about to relax, a deep, oppressive bell toll came from the sky.


The elves looked towards the bell tower outside the royal palace and saw the Disaster Bell, which had been silent for who knows how many years, roaring and trembling under the moonlight.


The sound grew more intense, and the bronze rust on the Disaster Bell flaked off. Every swing of the pendulum, inscribed with Ogan Tree Runes, multiplied the density of clouds and dark air in the night sky.


As the bell tolled for the seventh time, the thirteen obsidian towers summoned by Morgan with the Holy Lance crumbled, releasing endless malice like tar, coalescing into terrifying shapes in mid-air, and surged toward the elves on the square.


Chapter 127: After finishing this battle, I will go back to accompany Hela_2