The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1192 - 9 The Intrinsic Value of the War God Mountain’s Harem Group Is Still Rising

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Chapter 1192: Chapter 9 The Intrinsic Value of the War God Mountain’s Harem Group Is Still Rising

At the same time.

Athens, War God Mountain.

The radiant fluorite illuminated the magnificent Great Temple brightly, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wine and food. Goddesses from the Age of Greek Gods and the Nordic God Era gathered in small groups, either exchanging tastes of foods unique to their divine eras, analyzing differences and similarities in their legal and national philosophies, debating whether wine or honey wine was tastier, or discussing whether the [Holy Verses] or the Edda had higher artistic value...

For a while, shadows overlapped, and the atmosphere was harmonious, completely different from the previous confrontational and even combative appearances.

"Oh~"

The temple door was pushed open.

Melinoe, the Greek Goddess of Conspiracy, and Freya, the Nordic Goddess of Love, stormed into the hall. The goddesses inside the great hall instantly changed their expressions and decisively distanced themselves, forming two distinct lines according to their factions, and stared at each other intently.

Noticing the tense atmosphere intensifying, Hecate coughed softly, turned to her beloved student Melinoe who had just entered, and was the first to break the deadlock:

"How is it? Did Aglaea confess?" freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"No. That woman is quite stubborn; she’s fainted seventeen or eighteen times, and still won’t give in."

Melinoe answered gloomily, her expression a bit awkward.

Though her brother successfully escaped, he left too many traces behind, which couldn’t withstand thorough investigation.

Moreover, on this War God Mountain, there were numerous goddesses managing wisdom, conspiracy, and fate’s authority. Their minds were as complex as a beehive, and it was impossible to truly hide anything from them.

Thus, through a series of investigations, they easily uncovered Aglaea, the Radiant Goddess, as an accomplice.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Aglaea could not deny it and had to admit that the master had gone to Heather Island in the North to await fulfilling his job duties.

The Nordic pantheon received the news and immediately contacted Heather Island through the Resonance Technique.

However, despite the guards and pantheon extensively searching the island, almost digging three feet deep, they couldn’t find their Majesty who supposedly went to clock in early for work.

Undoubtedly, it was false information.

The goddesses, having gained nothing, were enraged and decided to punish accomplice Aglaea.

In order to open the mouth of this Radiant Goddess, Melinoe and Freya, who were responsible for the interrogation, used all their wits.

A certain Greek Goddess of Conspiracy even used her favorite sheep punishment, but Aglaea stubbornly resisted to the end, stubbornly refusing to reveal the true whereabouts of His Majesty.

"Why not let me try?"

Accompanied by a chilling aura, Hela stood up, her eyes showing a hint of malicious intent.

Obviously, the Goddess of Death intended to use some relatively dark tricks.

Athena shook her head and said:

"No need, even if Aglaea doesn’t say, I almost guess where he went."

"Where did he go?"

"Since he’s not in Greece, nor in Nordic, eliminating these two options, the remaining answers are Celtic and Rome."

"Won’t he set sail?"

"The four divine eras have just merged, and they have a host of urgent issues to resolve. For example, Greece’s recently connected Heavenly Destiny needs time to maintain, Nordic’s missing world source quality needs slow replenishment, Rome’s internal hidden dangers from over-expansion need careful resolution, Celtic’s Mother of Origin’s intellect needs gradual completion... Given his character, it’s unlikely he’ll abandon everything and set sail. More likely, he’s somewhere patching things up."

Athena paused briefly, then offered the answer from her analysis,

"To me, he’s most likely gone to Rome. Because what Greece and Nordic need is just time; he can easily leave that to us for management. The issues with Celtic’s Mother of Origin won’t show results short-term, suitable for handling last. Only Rome’s political and institutional accumulated problems suit him for a quick decisive fix."

All because these Greek goddesses indulged excessively, causing His Majesty to prefer going to work rather than staying atop War God Mountain, fleeing overnight to another divine era.

The Nordic goddesses in the Great Temple harbored secret contempt while revealing traces of disdain on their faces.

They hurried from Nordic, having heard His Majesty was daily oppressed in Greece, and intended to rescue him from War God Mountain, welcoming him back to Heather Island, hoping he might rest well in the world he created anew, taking a lengthy vacation.

After all, they had coexisted with His Majesty for tens of thousands of years, unlike these Greek she-wolves in their desperate thirst.

"To the Greek gods, this is the best way to relax and relieve stress."

Athena answered with a cold snort, clearly discerning the Nordic goddesses’ mutual thoughts.

As the Origin God presiding over four divine eras, life and physical strength are nearly infinite. How could he be exhausted by so-called sexual pleasure?

And unrestrained mating and propagation, winning numerous goddesses’ hearts, precisely manifested the Father God’s firm authority.

In those days, Zeus had sown seeds in almost every Greek city-state through this approach.

Thus, the Greek goddesses kept Luo En inside the Great Temple, not merely for desire but to let him set aside governmental affairs, enjoy serving, and strengthen the Father God’s grip on power.

Freya folded her arms and skeptically refuted:

"Then why did he still run away?"

"Because, compared to resting and enjoyment, he believes there are more important things to do."

Hecate stepped forward to answer, her tone somewhat helpless.

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