The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 1213 - 16 "Filial Son" Holds the Sword, "Loving Mother" Receives the Blow_2

Chapter 1213: Chapter 16 "Filial Son" Holds the Sword, "Loving Mother" Receives the Blow_2

They understood that this was an initiation test.

To win the favor of the God of Wine behind them and secure a place in the Roman Empire, they had to prove they were stronger than these two Divine Blood Guard units, and more worthy to be the sharp blade defending Roman Royal Authority.

Sword and Shield and spear brandished, more than twenty people charged like tigers into a flock of sheep.

Thanks to Alexander’s instructions, the Macedonian warriors didn’t resort to lethal force completely.

But even so, the screams still echoed in unison.

Caught off guard, Roman soldiers clutched their broken arms and legs, or pierced abdomens, wailing on the ground.

Two Roman Centurions, seeing this situation, were bewildered.

Weren’t they called to handle something for Her Majesty the queen, to capture a suspected pair of assassins?

Why are there so many Macedonians in this yard? And it seems like a whole army!

At this moment, without giving them much time to think, the Divine Blood Guard that rushed into the yard were all knocked down.

The two centurions realized something was wrong, hurriedly retreating from the yard, attempting to regroup.

However, Alexander didn’t give them the chance, driving the Thunderbolt chariot beneath him to charge through, leading over twenty Macedonian warriors in a continuous assault.

The two Divine Blood Guard units were routed, retreating all the way to the carriage at the rear of the line.

Little Agrippina stepped out of the carriage, furious: "You bunch of useless fools, get out of my way!"

Several priests dressed in white robes stepped forward from behind her carriage, raising their hands, chanting Divine Words, and using the vast force of belief amassed in Rome to activate their most powerful spells.

In an instant, the sky was filled with rolling thunder, and raging waves.

"They are mine, don’t interfere!"

Before Alexander could take action, Astraea rushed out of the yard, tearing apart the thunder and waves in the sky with her bare hands, slapping those priests who aided oppression, sending white teeth flying.

As the Goddess of Justice, the most important thing is to keep one’s word.

If she said she’d make them toothless on the ground, they should end up searching for their teeth!

Seeing the fierce foe who slapped her in the day charging in, little Agrippina was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hurriedly turned to flee from the carriage, attempting to escape in the ensuing chaos.

Her life was so precious, how could it be spent fighting like a commoner in the arena?

Can fight, so what? Have backup, so what?

Can you even defy the whole Empire?

Just wait! Wait until I come back with enough people, then I’ll make you lowly ones pay!

Just as little Agrippina was maliciously contemplating her revenge, she stepped into thin air, falling into a golden triangular door.

After a bout of vertigo from falling from a great height, she landed heavily in a yard:

"Who?! Who dares attack...?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before she could finish her sentence, four empty wine jars smashed onto her head in succession.

Little Agrippina rolled her eyes back, collapsing to the ground, completely unconscious.

"Yoo-hoo, big success!"

The four little ones clapped hands in excitement, celebrating their newly mastered combo technique.

Watching the animated Nero, Luo En gently reminded:

"I believe that’s your mother..."

"Ah, you didn’t tell me sooner!"

Nero paused for a moment, face full of regret.

Then, the Divine Son of the Roman Empire decisively picked up two empty wine jars, and joyfully smashed them on his so-called "mother’s" head.

Luo En: "..."

Alright, his worry was unnecessary.

This mother-son pair in history couldn’t wish to kill each other more vehemently; without the bind of blood, and just a simple adoption relationship, with their vastly incompatible personalities, how much familial affection could remain?

Irate.

"If you keep smashing, be careful not to kill her."

Hearing the voice by his ear, Nero reluctantly set down the empty wine jar in hand, his small face full of regret.

When placed in the house of the Claudius Clan, he’d received his share of scoldings from this woman.

It was just that the Temple disliked meddling in the internal affairs of the Seven Clans, so he had nowhere to file a complaint, naturally building up a lot of resentment towards this woman.

"Take her to the mountaintop private residence and detain her, your responsibility to keep watch."

Nero responded with excited nods.

"Don’t end up killing her."

Luo En warned, then turned his gaze to the Three Sons of Destiny, saying,

"You three, take responsibility to convey the situation here to Venus and the Pantheon, and by the way, pass a message to Claudius I via Cassandra."

"What message?"

"His wife led the Divine Blood Guard to encircle a residence in the city late at night, intending to surround and kill the Divine Son of Rome, the Divine Envoy of the Three Phases of Destiny Hall, the Goddess of Justice from Greece, the Prince of Macedonia, and me, the God of Wine—what exactly does he intend to do?"

The Three Sons of Destiny nodded in agreement, immediately opening a Space Gate to deliver messages in all directions.

"So you used me to bait that woman into making a mistake, to depose her husband—the current Roman Emperor! Too cunning!"

Astraea, having just finished the battle, walked in from outside the courtyard, angrily glaring at a certain mischievous friend.

Luo En spread his hands, looking very innocent:

"Wasn’t it him who didn’t manage his wife well, can you blame me?"

According to the Pantheon’s plan, they originally intended to wait until this Roman Emperor naturally aged and died, smoothly transitioning power to Nero, the Divine Son.

But as the connections between the Great Divines grow tighter, a Divine War is imminent, and Luo En can’t wait that long, naturally having to ask that Emperor to vacate the position early.

However, although Claudius I was an average person, and his reign had no major accomplishments, there were also no major mistakes.

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