The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 514 - 38: Don’t you still have life?

Chapter 514 -38: Don’t you still have life?

King of Thessaly royal palace, a certain mansion.

Mercurial liquid poured from the dense night, flowing to the dimly lit steps in front of the mansion and slowly coalesced into a beautiful, tall red-haired girl.

Displaying an unusually transparent complexion, the girl hadn’t walked many steps before she had to lean on the carved pillar by the door, taking deep breaths. Her body absorbed the aether factors freely drifting in the air, and only then did her pale skin recover some semblance of human blood color and rosiness.

“So you actually botched the job, Aphrodite.”

Accompanied by a deep voice, a tall, muscular young man with brown skin came from around the corner’s shadow and looked at his disheveled mechanical god kin with a slight frown.

“The intel was wrong; that guy is strong, definitely not just some ordinary demigod hero!”

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Mechanical God Aphrodite raised her head and coldly huffed, remembering the harrowing scene before, a trace of lingering fear evident in her golden eyes.

“If I hadn’t been quick-witted, I might not have come back tonight.”

“Strong? Don’t make excuses for your failure and incompetence.”

Mechanical God Ares stood with his arms folded in the shadow, looking at his companion with a touch of disdain.

As part of the Bronze race, which excels in combat, they have always revered martial power and looked down somewhat on enfeebled roles like Aphrodite, who leans more towards reconnaissance and infiltration.

Hearing the undisguised contempt, Mechanical God Aphrodite felt a flash of annoyance, her pretty face steeped in menace.

“What’s there to be so proud of? If you’re so capable, go try it yourself!”

“Hmph, try it? I will try it. Where is that guy?”

“In a courtyard to the north of the city; I’ve marked the area with divine liquid. Do you dare go?”

Mechanical God Aphrodite raised her eyebrows and spoke provocatively, a malicious cold smile flickering in her beautiful eyes.

In her estimation, the person in that courtyard possessed not only the strength of a deity but also ranked among the top combatants even in the realm of deities. It was very likely an incarnation of one of the Olympian chief gods.

To contend with such an opponent, at least one of the top four among the twelve mechanical gods—Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, and Athena—would be qualified.

Even if Ares, this brute, went there, he would likely gain little advantage. It served him right to suffer a setback and see how he would be arrogant afterward!

If this fellow were to be dismantled because he slipped up, all the better, for then his divine core would be mine.

“I’ll go!”

Without hesitation, Mechanical God Ares nodded, and the mercurial liquid behind him transformed into a pair of splendid golden wings, eager to spread them for the hunt.

Since they have appropriated the names of the twelve Olympians, the mechanical gods inevitably inherited traits of these gods’ personalities during the process of stealing divine power.

However, as metallic life forms, they lack the concept of reproductive pairing and are not deeply affected by emotions; thus they are more focused on the struggle for strength and divine authority.

To slay enemies, to slay kin, to evolve on their own, to perfect themselves—these are their underlying life motifs.

“Ares, come back here!”

Yet hardly had Ares spread his wings to take off than the Mermaid Prince Triton burst out of the door, filled with uncontrollable fury, and with his arm flashing with divine patterns, he forcefully pulled at the mechanical god.

Instantly, the red divine light of Mechanical God Ares was suppressed by a halo of sea-blue light, and he crashed straight to the ground.

Watching from the side, Mechanical God Aphrodite couldn’t help showing a gloating expression.

But before she could utter a sarcastic jibe, Triton turned his stormy face toward her and inquired in a cold voice.

“And you! Did I ask you to test their strength, did I tell you to engage them in combat?”

“…”

“Nothing but a disaster causing piece of trash!”

Upon hearing this unabashedly harsh reprimand, Mechanical God Aphrodite’s face flashed with anger, but seeing Triton’s raised arm, she reluctantly bowed her head.

In order to reach an agreement with the Atlanteans and secure an opportunity for a resurgence of the Bronze race, the Father God had transferred their control to Poseidon and his son.

The Bronze race had left this land too long ago, possessing no foundation or faith in these current times. Although reluctant, they had no choice but to follow the orders of the Mermaid Prince.

“All of you, get into the house now!”

With a cold command, Triton’s handsome face, now devoid of any trace of gentleness and modesty, appeared somewhat sinister and twisted.

Although he had already heard about the Bronze race’s insolence, he hadn’t expected them to become so destitute that they failed to discern the urgency of matters, causing trouble for him every day.

Under the coercion of their control rights, the two mechanical gods had to curb their pride and aggression, obediently returning to the house.

At this moment, a sea-blue divine pattern flickered on the table’s surface, projecting the tired and melancholic face of Poseidon.

Clearly, Triton had just been reporting to his father god.

“So, Admetos does not agree to our terms?”

The Sea King, seated on his throne, looked past his two returning mechanical god subordinates, rubbing his somewhat sore temples, and continued the previous conversation with his son Triton.

“What about Alcestis? What does your niece, the queen, think?”

“She refuses to plead for us and is even less willing to put her husband in a difficult situation because of her father Peli As’s connection.”

Triton shook his head, somewhat helpless.

Poseidon, hearing this, felt quite unsatisfied with his granddaughter’s attitude.

“As expected, another ungrateful brat!”

“Father God, what should we do next?”

The situation was at a stalemate, and Triton, unable to see a way out, turned to his father for advice.

In the previous skirmishes with the forces of War God Mountain, they had lost the city of Troizen. Now there were only a few cities left that worshipped Poseidon, the Sea God. The temple of the Sea God was eagerly hoping to establish a new bridgehead to enhance the influence of the deities of the sea on land.

If they continued to fail, it would deal a significant blow to the already flagging morale of the sea gods.

“No rush, the Giant Spirit Clan isn’t so easy to handle, even Zeus is somewhat wary of these Gigantes. Since Admetos is so confident, let him suffer a setback first. When the time is right, he will come begging for our help.”

Poseidon gestured in the air as though holding the winning piece in a game of strategy.

And in the room, Prince Triton voiced his own concerns.

“What if, the guardian god of Thessaly—that His Majesty the King of Gods intervenes?”

“That’s why you need to clearly distinguish who your enemies are, and who your friends are…”

Poseidon spoke softly, his tone suggesting profound implications.

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Triton’s gaze flickered thoughtfully.

This was likely the reason his father had tasked him with probing the newcomers; if they represented Zeus, necessary measures could be taken at a critical moment.

If not, perhaps a cooperative stance could be taken, together chipping away at the King of Gods’ foundation.

However, what should have been a simple pre-contest phase of gathering intelligence, under the manipulation of the Mechanical God Aphrodite, turned into a display of brawn.

It seemed that finding another opportunity to interact with the party would require waiting for tensions to ease…

Prince Triton glanced at the two Mechanical Gods behind him, sighed in exasperation, and then bowed his head seriously to make his commitment to the projection of Poseidon.

“Father God, I understand your intent. I will handle these matters with caution.”

Poseidon nodded in approval. His figure then vanished amidst the distortion of light patterns within the Magic Circle Diagram.

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The following day.

After a night of rest and rejuvenation, everyone returned to the Royal Palace to continue discussions with King of Thessaly, Admetos, on how to cope with the incursions of the Giant Spirit Clan.

Compared to the hasty meeting of the previous day, Admetos’ preparations this time were much more solemn and formal.

Cainis led Luo En and Medea into the bustling main hall. Upon entering, Thessaly’s foremost beauty bumped fists and slapped backs in a familiar manner with native heroes of Thessaly and allies from surrounding city-states who had come to help, and casually introduced Luo En and Medea to them.

The heroes inside the hall silently sized up these two new members. Upon hearing that they were teacher and student from the Academy of Athens, they couldn’t help but pay their respects; even a few Divine Blood Heroes who had studied at the Academy approached Luo En to converse, sharing smiles of good will as fellow alumni.

The Spartan Twins who arrived soon after also displayed a respectful attitude, revealing their recognition and admiration for Luo En, and the onlookers became even warmer in their reception.

Luo En maintained a polite smile on his face, responding courteously to each person while he discreetly surveyed to ascertain which adorable children were suitable for induction into War God Mountain, to become catalysts for the evolution of their Sacred Robes.

You still have life in you, don’t you? Make a contribution to the love and peace of the world, my consumables.

At the moment, Admetos was hosting a banquet in the grand hall to entertain these heroes working to resolve the crisis in Thessaly, adhering to the Greek tradition of honoring strength. Those heroes sitting farther away from the center were weaker, but the least among them was a demigod with awakened divine blood, more than a match for any ordinary Magic Beast or giant.

Unfortunately, after being introduced by Cainis, Luo En, with his discerning eye, recognized the scores of Greek heroes present, but he wasn’t very satisfied.

Those in the middle and outer layers were mostly nobodies, hardly fit even to be consumables for the Sacred Robes.

However, after squeezing into the core area of the hall, Luo En spotted a more conspicuous target.

In the center of the venue, a lone, black-haired and golden-eyed strongman sat towering at two and a half meters tall.

Every inch of his tawny black skin was knotted with rock-like muscles. Dark red Divine Patterns slumbered beneath, like dormant dragons. His whole body seemed forged from steel. Under the beams of sunlight from the skylight, his skin reflected a glimmer of cool light.

From a distance, he resembled a dormant beast, an imposing mountain, an indestructible fortress, the raging depths of a vast sea. Boiling Aether Magic swirled around him, even emitting a scorched scent to the air.

At this moment, a three-meter vacuum had formed around his figure, with several Divine Blood Heroes lying on the ground nearby, clutching their arms and groaning in pain.

The strongman, holding a flask of wine in his left hand, was sitting on the ground drinking heartily, while his right hand rested on a slate-gray stone pedestal, arm wrestling with an approaching Divine Blood Hero.

The brawny Divine Blood Hero was straining with all his might to bring down the strongman’s arm, but no matter how sore his arms became or how much he sweated, even using both hands, he couldn’t budge the man’s limb an inch.

Gradually, his body steamed, fine beads of sweat seeping out and coalescing along the lines of his skin, forming rivulets that dripped down.

After several seconds of stalemate, the strongman took a hearty gulp from his flask and laughed heartily.

“My turn!”

The face of the opposing Divine Blood Hero turned crimson with effort, his eyes bloodshot, his body straining from a crouch to a stand—a clear unwillingness to admit defeat.

The dozens of Divine Blood Heroes watching the excitement egged them on, waving drinkware, beating on the tables, and chanting in unison.

“Hercules!”

“Hercules!”

“Hercules!”

“Bang!”

With a thunderous boom resonating like a mountain collapse or a tsunami, the slate-gray stone pedestal, already covered with cracks, turned to dust.

Through the dust, two arms—one up, one down—signaled the outcome of the bout.

Luo En in the crowd watched the strongman who won the cheers of all, his lips curling into a pleased smile.

So it’s you, kid.