The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 743 - 145 Speak Nicely, Dont Undress (7.4k Reached Today, R

Chapter 743: Chapter 145 Speak Nicely, Don’t Undress (7.4k Reached Today, Request for Votes) Chapter 743: Chapter 145 Speak Nicely, Don’t Undress (7.4k Reached Today, Request for Votes) At night, Cassandra suddenly sat up from the bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

It was that nightmare again!

Burning Troy, piles of corpses, one by one, her fallen relatives before her eyes, and herself being violated and walking toward death…

Everything was incredibly real, incredibly cruel.

And as time passed, her perception of that scene became clearer and more pronounced.

It was as if the nightmare was about to turn into reality, with the future right before her eyes.

*Sigh* *Sigh*

Cassandra gasped for air, her eyes brimming with fear and struggle.

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Her ability to foresee the future saw what was to come but was powerless to change it; this divine grace was more a curse than a blessing.

Perhaps this was punishment for her refusal of that Chief God.

Cassandra bit her cherry lips, then raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, put on her clothes, and walked into the adjacent sickroom.

Looking at Hector, who lay in a coma on the sickbed, Cassandra felt utterly bewildered and powerless.

Since her sensible brother had fallen, the voices within the city pushing for a resolution had completely disappeared, replaced by calls for a fight to the death with the Greeks.

And the source of this voice was her younger brother, Paris…

Yesterday’s glorious image on the battlefield, where he powerfully repelled the enemy and rescued Hector, had earned him the support of many Trojans.

But Cassandra was terrified by this because the valiant Paris was not the timid and arrogant brother she remembered, but rather like a puppet infused with a different soul and will.

From the moment Paris abducted the Queen of Mycenae to yesterday’s fierce battle, Cassandra, by recalling a series of events around Troy, vaguely captured traces of human manipulation, and a terrifying truth gradually formed in her mind.

—Someone, or some hidden force, was driving Troy and the Greek states to fight to the death, initiating a sacrifice of blood and fire!

After reaching this conclusion, Cassandra shivered coldly, her gaze unconsciously falling on Hector.

But looking at her brother, who was still unconscious on the sickbed, she felt utterly defeated.

Hector had been injured by powerful divine powers during the previous battle, and her own divine arts could not wake him. To think that he could regain control of the Trojan military and pull back Troy from the brink was delusional.

Could it only be as before, watching disaster unfold while she remained powerless?

Just as Cassandra was muttering in agony by the sickbed, a gentle voice came with the wind into her ears.

“Want to save him? I can help you…”

Hearing this sudden whisper, Cassandra jolted, immediately drew the dagger from her waist, leaned against the corner of the wall in a defensive posture, and stared fixedly, like a frightened cat, at the shadow that had appeared in the tent without her knowing when.

“Hm, quite vigilant. But don’t be nervous, we’ve met before,” Luo En said with a brief smile, with the faint sound of a horse’s whinnying behind him, radiating a warm glow from within.

Sensing that familiar presence, Cassandra hesitantly exclaimed.

“Apollo?”

Luo En just smiled, noncommittal, walked straight to the sickbed, stretched his hand over Hector’s head, and easily dispersed the condensed divine power inside.

Watching her brother’s pale face slowly regain its natural flush, Cassandra couldn’t help dropping the dagger in her hand, nearly bursting into tears as she embraced Hector on the sickbed.

If her brother could wake up in time, Troy might still be saved!

However, as if he could read the thoughts of others, the figure that appeared in the tent spoke gloomily, dousing her heart with cold water:

“Don’t celebrate too soon. The troubles facing Troy now are beyond the help of one Hector, even ten Hectors waking would be useless.”

Cassandra’s heart chilled, she muttered softly:

“Is it because… the Trojan War concerns the gods? Just like the previous battle at Thessaly?”

Luo En looked at the priestess girl in surprise, his eyes showing approval:

“Not bad, to think of that. It seems King Priam has raised a fine pair of children.”

Before infiltrating Troy, he had done his homework and naturally knew that the girl before him was the legendary prophet priestess, Cassandra.

Although he anticipated her precognitive talent, her keen insight still took Luo En by surprise.

And hearing the praise from the deity, a somewhat unnatural blush appeared on Cassandra’s face, then she lowered her head, biting her lip and pleaded:

“So, Lord Apollo, how can Troy find a path of survival in this calamity? Please enlighten me.”

Luo En responded with a smile that was not quite a smile:

“Haven’t you already made a choice? With Paris and the one behind him, Troy might not have a path to survival.”

“No, all this disaster may be precisely brought by them!”

Cassandra answered earnestly, then she laid out the situation within the city, Paris’s abnormalities, and the mysteriously activated statue in the Great Temple to this true Guardian God of Troy.

“So that’s it…” Luo En nodded, his eyes thoughtful.

It seemed that the statue of the Guardian God in the city of Troy was the wedge Zeus used to convey divine will and manipulate the situation.

At that moment, Cassandra, from the deity’s reaction before her, identified the crux that was steering Troy towards ruin and spoke solemnly:

“I’ve perused documents from two hundred years ago, I know the details of the Giant’s battle and naturally understand the consequences of following that His Majesty’s divine decree!”

Although history is often buried by the sands of time, there are always those who unearth truths from the past and use them as teachers and guides toward a farther future.

And the greatest gain from Cassandra’s perusal of the documents was seeing Thessaly, a vivid example that survived the last divine war.

History had long told everyone through facts: His Majesty the King of Gods from Olympus did not care about the lives and deaths of mortal beings; following him was mostly a path to darkness, likely to become the foundation for him to construct his Divine Rank.

Only a few from War God Mountain cared enough to glance sideways at the struggles of mortals, bestowing a sliver of pity.

Therefore, if Troy wanted to find a way to survive in the upcoming Divine War, even if they did not follow the vanished gods of War God Mountain, they needed to sever the manipulations of His Majesty the King of Gods behind the scenes to avoid becoming disposable pawns on the chessboard.

Thinking of this, Cassandra took a deep breath and blurted out her audacious request:

“So, I boldly implore you to destroy the divine statue in the Great Temple, mediate this war, and spare Troy from torment!”

However, Luo En just smiled and asked with interest:

“Why should I help you?”

Cassandra was slightly stunned, her face alternating between red and white.

After a brief hesitation, she seemed to have made up her mind, tearing open her waistband whereupon her loose dress instantly slipped from her shoulders, revealing her youthful and vibrant body.

Seeing the priestess close her eyes and rush towards him, Luo En was taken aback and quickly covered his chest, dodging to the side:

“We’re supposed to be negotiating, why are you undressing?”

Cassandra, finding herself embraced by empty air, opened her eyes, her face flush with embarrassment and indignation:

“Lord Apollo, don’t you desire my body? I am willing to use it as a bargain chip, isn’t that enough?”

It was well known that deities of Greece were very loving, and their gifts often came with costly prices.

Once, in the Temple of Apollo, Cassandra was cleansed by a divine serpent gaining the ability of foresight, but also drew the attention of the God of Light because of her beauty.

Once, when Apollo, taking advantage of her playfulness in the temple, wished to be intimate with her and asked her to become his lover, Cassandra did not comply but screamed for help and resisted, ultimately thwarting Apollo’s desires.

However, this unfulfilled humiliation also left the proud Chief God greatly enraged at the tactless Cassandra, leading him to curse her so that her prophecies would not be believed in Troy.

Now, to save her nation from the prophecy of destruction, Cassandra finally bowed her proud head, cast aside her dignity and shame, and offered herself to this Guardian God of Troy.

However, the Guardian God of Troy that Cassandra envisaged merely coughed awkwardly, eyes darting away:

“I don’t think I said I was Apollo…”

“…”

Silence, nothing but silence filled the tent.

The tense atmosphere lasted for a quarter of an hour before Cassandra pulled herself together and stiffly bent down to pick up her dress from the ground and put it back on, calmly asking:

“Then what do you desire from me? Whatever I possess, I will give without hesitation.”

One must say, this historical priestess possessed remarkable mental fortitude, displaying an air of composure even in insult or grace.

Luo En’s eyes reflected a deeper appreciation for Cassandra, and his tone softened:

“I do want to help you, but that divine statue is mostly linked with Zeus’s Divine Will, and it’s inappropriate for me to act.”

“So, you can’t stop all this?”

Cassandra looked disappointed, the light in her eyes dimming as if she instantly lost her pillar of support.

“Don’t rush, I haven’t finished talking,” Luo En smiled at Cassandra, “I can’t act directly, but I can teach you how to destroy that divine statue, with your access it should be easy for you to reach there.”

“Me?” Cassandra looked astonished.

“Yes, it’s better to rely on yourself than others. Although I can’t act directly, I can teach you how to destroy the divine statue,” Luo En said with a smile.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Cassandra asked sternly, “What should I do, please enlighten me!”

“Wait until tomorrow when Paris goes out of the city to challenge, sneak into the Great Temple and drive this into the chest of that divine statue.”

As Luo En spoke, he took a curved purple-red dagger shaped like lightning from the Magic Circle Diagram and handed it to Cassandra.

This was the dagger imbued with the Sigil of All-Encompassing Destruction, designed to overcome all barriers, contracts, and representing “Betrayal”!

To extract the nail Zeus had driven into Troy, Luo En had borrowed this specially functional Divine Artifact from Medea.

Cassandra glanced at the Sigil of All-Encompassing Destruction in her hand, then looked up at the mysterious deity before her and asked pensively.

“So, for your generosity, what should I offer first?”

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“When I need it, open a gate for the Alliance outside the city.”

“You want me to betray Troy?”

“No, this is a lifeline I’m leaving for you.”

Luo En gazed at the frowning Cassandra, speaking leisurely.

“Troy will eventually fall, but which side you open the gates to will determine if Troy can have a chance to rise anew after its fall.”

Cassandra pondered for a moment, her gaze flickering:

“Then, may I know your divine name?”

“You can call me—Luo En…”

Upon hearing this, Cassandra felt relieved.

The God of Feasts, the Shepherd of the mortal flock.

It was Him; then there was no problem.

Immediately, like regaining her spiritual support, the young priestess gripped the Sigil of All-Encompassing Destruction firmly and looked up at the deity before her, revealing a serene smile like a chrysanthemum.

“Good, I will do as you say tomorrow!”