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

Several teams of fully-armed Celtic soldiers patrolled alternately on the city wall, still carrying the scent of blood from the great battle. Dozens of Druids were scattered guarding the torches set every twenty steps, cautiously maintaining the golden Sacred Flame in the basins, ensuring that the Magic Barrier covering the entire city remained erected to ward off evil intrusions.


Outside the walls, thick fog enveloped the wilderness, visibility was less than ten meters, and sound could not travel, as if iron curtains rose, enclosing the city and turning it into an isolated island.


A light breeze blew, spreading the fog towards the city walls. The golden flames in the basins burned fiercely, driving the fog away, but dimmed significantly in the process.


Has the reinforcements not arrived yet?


Several elder Druids gazed at the ever-dimming flame in the basins and the seemingly endless thick fog outside the walls, their eyes full of hidden worries.


Chapter 131: Finn Controls Virgin, Alster is Good