The Greece Antagonist

At that moment, Nyx had already split, and the only one who could safeguard Hypnos was Hecate, his successor.

Since she was willing to go to great lengths to protect the God of Sleep, it proved that Hypnos had considerable value.

If Luo En could abduct Hypnos and lock him in a dark room to force information out of him through interrogation, he might extract a lot of useful information from him.

However, after careful consideration, Luo En shook his head again and had to abandon this tempting idea.

No other reason, he was simply outmatched...

His own level was sufficient to dominate deities below the Chief God, but as one of the twin deities of the Netherworld, Hypnos was essentially on par with the Chief Gods of Olympus, a tough nut to crack.

Both encounters had taught Luo En that if he persisted stubbornly, he would most likely suffer a brutal defeat.

Moreover, this God of Sleep was not alone; even if Luo En managed the impossible, he would inevitably attract the attention of the deities from both the Netherworld and Olympus.

Then, even if he had eight heads, he wouldn't be able to withstand the onslaught from a gang of Chief Gods.

Alas, there are limits to conspiracy; no matter how clever the plan, there always comes a time when it hits a dead end, especially in such overt circumstances.

Luo En sighed, increasingly yearning for his early advancement to Chief God to gain more self-preservation ability.

But at present, Hecate was already drooling over him, and once he ascended to Chief God and reached maturity, that venerable master might very well attack him.

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

It indeed was neither advancing nor retreating.

Just as Luo En was troubled, a deep voice came from behind him.

"What are you thinking about, outsider?"

"Ah, I..."

Luo En intended to respond with some casual remarks, but upon catching the term "outsider" in the words, his complexion dramatically changed, and he abruptly turned to look towards the source of the voice.

There on the cobbled street, a man in a black cloak, with a pale and gloomy face, thick black hair and beard, stood silently in the shadow of the street corner. His pair of pitch-black eyes, like lightless abysses, bore a quiet depth with a hint of listlessness.

"...Nothing much, the scenery outside the city is nice, I'm going out to have a look."

Luo En forced a smile on his face and then, without hesitation, turned around and ran!

Trying to run? Hmph!

The black-haired middle-aged man snorted coldly, slightly raised his hand, and a black long sword, condensed from the Netherworld's dead air, slashed forward.

"Hum!"

Accompanied by the resonance of Aether, a crescent-shaped pitch-black sword energy tore through the space of the Dream World, slashing directly at the target's back.

Feeling the fierce breaking air and unprecedented pressure behind him, Luo En instantly twisted his body and chanted the Holy Word at high speed.

"I am the strongest man, clutching all the victors. Having fought a hundred battles and never defeated, I face the strong and do not yield!"

Simultaneously, he conjured both hands to produce the Magic Circle Diagram's Nation-building Lance, activating the Divine Power throughout his body, bringing up a fiery blaze of roaring blood light, and striking forward.

"Boom!"

A fierce explosion resounded; despite Luo En's full efforts, he was still instantly sent flying by that overwhelming force, his internal organs violently shook, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

How powerful!

Supported by the Nation-building Lance, Luo En, sliding back a hundred meters, was internally shocked.

The face of the black-haired middle-aged man opposite him mirrored a trace of surprise.

Not dead?

Then take another sword strike!

Immediately, a ruthless look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, a terrifying and sinister oppression emanated from his body like mountains collapsing and tsunamis spreading in all directions, and the sword forged from death's breath in his hand transformed into a hundred meters long, slashing forward with the speed of lightning.

Watching the pitch-black giant sword falling overhead and the middle-aged man across with a cold expression, the blood inside Luo En was almost frozen by the rising chill.

In this critical situation, he couldn't afford to think too much, could only stiffen his scalp, chant the Holy Word, and face the thunderous strike coming from the opponent.

"I call upon the firstborn, dual-gendered, who roams the heavens,

Born from the egg, his golden wings brilliantly shining,

He roars like a bull, the origin of the Elysian Divine Tribe and mortals,

The unforgettable sowing, endless festivities of the world—Phanes the Primordial One!"

Instantly, lush green grapevines wildly sprouted from under Luo En's feet; bunches of purple-red grapes burst open, filling the air with intoxicating wine fragrance.

In a daze, the middle-aged man saw diverse animal heads manifesting behind that figure: [Goat], [Great Whale], [Bull], [Wild Boar], [Warrior], [White Horse]...

He had two horns on his head, a crown woven from grapevines, golden [flames] burned around him, both hands entwined with grapevines, his legs shaped like a goat's hind legs reminiscent of Pan's cloven foot, and beneath his feet blooming [roses]...

The next moment, the [Great Whale] swept its tail, lifting waves and storms; the [Goat] ran swiftly as lightning; the [Bull] stamped its hooves, the earth trembled and roared; the [Wild Boar] erupted in brutal roars, shattering light patterns vibrating...

"My name rises, scattering foes!"

The numerous heads issued a solemn roar, the Spear of Nationhood gushed forth intense bloody flames, burning towards the falling darkness.

"Boom!"

In the thunderous booming, black and golden patterns exploded, creating a dazzling diffusion, the ground upheaved waves like crumpled water surfaces, radioactive crevices spread everywhere, collapsing walls and breaking plants in its path.

Thump thump!

An unexpected recoil struck, and the long sword of death's intent in the middle-aged man's hand shattered inch by inch, his body involuntarily stepping back two steps.

Suddenly, a look of unbelievable astonishment appeared on his gloomy face.
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He actually pushed me to this extent?

"Cough, cough..."

Meanwhile, from the nearly bottomless pit, the foreigner, hanging by tatters of clothing and bleeding profusely, supported himself with his long spear and struggled to his feet.

Even though the sounds of bones grinding inside his body and almost no intact skin on him proved he was severely injured.

But after withstanding that strike, the fact that he could still stand was truly unbelievable to the middle-aged man.

What exactly is this kid's background?

Forget it, no matter whose man he is, since he has seen what he shouldn't have, today he must be buried here!

To avoid a prolonged nightmare, I might as well go all out this time.

Ruthless light flickered in the black-haired middle-aged man's eyes, the deathly energy surging in his hand transformed into a peculiarly shaped Bident, ancient Titan inscriptions engraved on both edges of the blades, emanating a certain solemnity and sinisterness.

Seeing this, Luo En paled greatly, hastily raising his hand.

"Wait!"

The Bident did not pause, the leading edges carried a chilling Aether Storm, annihilating everything in its path.

"Your daughter Melinoe is in my hands!"