The Greece Antagonist

The situation seems a bit off...

Vivian furrowed her brow, falling into deep thought.

As one of the Phantom Three Goddesses, she had a certain understanding of the Wild Hunt.

Normally, the Wild Hunt doesn't act so frequently; they often calm down for a while after completing a hunt.

Otherwise, there would have been no living beings left during the entire Celtic God Era.

Moreover, the regular Wild Hunt army doesn't seem to have the ability to resurrect corpses and command these undead to chase the living.

This is more like... the Great Authority of Deities?

An ominous feeling surged in her heart, and Vivian's usually playful face showed a rare seriousness:

"Teacher, let's go see!"

Luo En nodded in agreement, and together with Vivian, rushed towards the scene of the incident guided by the flames and cries.

~~

Meanwhile, in the main city of Cornwall County.

Nearly a thousand fully armored human soldiers gathered on the city walls, looking out with pale faces.

In the thick night, thousands of departed souls composed of gray mist, armored on the outside, wielding spears and sword shields, surged like tides repeatedly attacking the city gate.

However, three intertwined red and black light curtains successfully kept them out, buying the city some breathing space.

"Phantom Three Goddesses above, grant us victory and glory!"

The druids who rushed from the Holy Temple devoutly performed pre-battle prayers, bestowing blessings and enhancement magic on the soldiers present.

The soldiers silently recited the true names of the goddesses, feeling infinite courage surge forth from within them, dispelling their fear of death and the surrounding chill.

Then, under the officers' orders, they raised their spear and shield, drew back their longbows, and aimed their weapons at the Wild Hunt army outside the city, which had begun to abandon the frontal gate assault and was attempting to climb and attack the city.

"Release!"

A command rang out, arrows rained down from the city walls, and cursed bullets flew across the air.

The attacks, interwoven with strands of golden divine light, fell upon the Wild Hunt army like a drop of water into a boiling pot of oil, making a dull exploding sound, piercing through hundreds of departed souls.

However, before the people on the walls could rejoice, the dense gray mist surged into the bodies of the departed souls, visibly mending their damaged figures, restoring them to their usual state.

Soon after, the departed souls rose amidst the explosions and flames, shrouded in swirling gray mist and black smoke, relentlessly charging at the city wall and gate.

For a moment, the holy flames in pots around the city walls, dedicated to the deities, flickered violently, like candles in the wind.

The darkness creeping from outside gradually expanded inward.

The soldiers and druids felt a chill in their hearts upon seeing this, chanting the true names of the goddesses and prayers to the deities even more devoutly and urgently.

Golden belief power seeped from their bodies, converging within the towering Holy Hall in the city.

Atop the high altar stood three majestic statues of the goddesses.

Each held a sword and shield, holy lance, or magic wand, draped in armor or magic robes, leaning against each other in a triangular stance, facing three directions, jointly watching over the entire city,

They were the Phantom Three Goddesses presiding over birth, prosperity, and death, as well as the sovereigns leading warriors towards victory on the battlefield, and now the guardians of the Cornwall area.

Gazing at the original sacred flame burning brightly on the altar and nearly impenetrable gray mist in the sky above the city, the young Duke of Cornwall wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with some lingering fear.

Were it not for the protection of the Three Goddesses, the Wild Hunt army outside might have silently infiltrated the city tonight, plundering the soul and vitality of all living residents, turning this place into a ghost town.

It was fortunate that he heeded his late father's advice, refraining from misappropriating the funds for constructing the temple, and serving diligently as usual.

Otherwise...

Realizing he had narrowly escaped death, the young Duke of Cornwall felt a wave of fear, turning to the dozen or so fairy mages hired at great expense for his safety:

"Make sure to defend the Holy Hall, ensure the sacred flame stays lit! Once daylight breaks, these monsters will retreat underground, fearing the sunlight!"

The druids and fairy mages in the temple nodded one after another, dutifully fulfilling their duties.

This was not merely for their usual salary, but to protect their lives.

The dead and the living are inherently opposed; there's rarely anything good from such an encounter.

And those Wild Hunts outside are even more terrifying, embodiments of death, actively hunting living creatures in the wild; an ordinary person encountering them would mostly just flee for their life.

If the sacred flame were to extinguish, and Cornwall City fell, one can easily imagine the fate awaiting those living hidden within the city.

Because just before the attack, the druids of the temple had attempted to seek aid from the remaining subordinate cities.

None responded.

To be precise, perhaps not a single living soul remained in the surrounding towns.

There had been occasional cases of the Wild Hunt in the past, but never escalating to the terrifying extent it had now.

What is happening in Britain?

The druids and fairy mages, using the crystal ball and reflections of the sacred flame, gazed at the Wild Hunt army incessantly assaulting the light curtains from outside the city and the nearly boundless gray mist, praying continuously in their hearts.

Goddess bless us, please hold strong against it!

If we can make it through this night safely, we swear to serve you devoutly, all three of you!

As if in response to everyone's prayers, the fierce Wild Hunt army, despite charging repeatedly several times, didn't manage to shake the blessing of the Three Goddesses outside the city, and their formation receded like the retreating tide.

Did we succeed?

Everyone's hearts surged with excitement, celebrating the fortune of surviving disaster.

However, the exhilaration lasted only a few seconds before a violent rumble erupted from beneath the central square in the town.

Accompanied by several massive grey stone slabs being flipped, dozens of humanoid monsters, wreathed in black smoke, clad in mist armor, with ghostly white eyes and rigid bodies, emerged with low growls from the blasted pit.

Witnessing this, the young Duke of Cornwall was horrified at heart:

"Physical presence? What are these things!"

"Immortal! They're immortals!"

One fairy mage replied shakily, revealing a tinge of fear in his eyes.

It is said that these creatures are the favored of the Death God, possessing nearly immortal bodies, and will relentlessly hunt down all living beings, offering sacrifices to the Death God in the darkness.

This means that this sudden massive scale of the Wild Hunt is very likely to involve a deity!

Upon realizing this, the Fairy Mage couldn't help but tremble with fear.

And seeing the undead charging toward the Holy Hall that venerates the Three Goddesses, the Duke of Cornwall panicked:

"They're trying to extinguish our sacred flame, stop them quickly!"

The Temple Guards, Druids, and Fairy Mages suddenly awoke from their daze, hurriedly picking up their weapons, preparing to suppress the chaos.

However, the monsters were far stronger than they had anticipated.

Amidst the relentless clashing sounds of metal, the guards found that ordinary weapons merely stirred up the black mist around these creatures, hardly causing them any harm.

Even when using enchanted weapons and curses, damaging their limbs and severing their heads, these monsters still fearlessly attacked the living nearby, like killing machines without fear or emotion.

Worst of all, there were even stronger non-human presences among them.

"Roar!"

Several monsters, towering four meters and surrounded by black aura, roared with their necks raised and swung their two-meter-long claws in a wide sweep.

The nearby Temple Guards' bones shattered one after another, their shields deformed, their swords broken, flung away by the incredible strength, landing heavily on the ground, coughing blood relentlessly.

"Deities... kill!"

"Elf... kill!"

"Human... kill!!"

Amidst the vague and eerie muttering, a monster surged forward, stomping on the injured soldier's waist and abdomen, grabbing his legs with one hand, tearing him apart amidst the human's piercing screams.

The crimson blood and slippery intestines drenched the monster's body, seemingly thickening the black fog around it, making it even more eerie.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the remaining undead also revealed sinister greedy eyes, charging toward the crowd, igniting a storm of blood and wind.

The people had never seen such a scene, suddenly thrown into chaos, easily cleaved through.

Seeing the monsters on the square break their blockade, appearing at the entrance of the Holy Hall and the city gate, the young Duke of Cornwall showed desperation in his eyes.

It's over!

Once the Holy Hall or city gate falls, the city loses the deity's blessing, that Wild Hunt army outside can quickly take advantage, plundering the vitality and souls of all living beings in the city.

Great Phantom Three Goddesses, you are the rulers of life, death, and war, the rulers of the departed, please save us!

At this moment, the desperate Duke of Cornwall could only hope for the Chief God worshipped in the Cornwall region, calling for help in his heart.

It seemed as though a presence heard the prayer of this human believer, and light patterns flickered within the Holy Hall.

Meanwhile, several golden flames slashed through the pitch-black night, falling into the city, precisely burning dozens of undead with one foot already in the Holy Hall into charcoal.

Did they really come?

Lady Goddess, from now on, I am your most loyal lackey!

The Duke of Cornwall exulted inwardly, frantically pledging loyalty to those hidden presences, eager to kneel down and lick the feet of the Phantom Three Goddesses who saved him.

However, as the smoke and dust at the entrance of the Holy Hall dissipated, the Duke of Cornwall's expression became somewhat dazed.

Flat chest, Adam's apple...

The goddess is male?!

~~

"Achoo!"

Meanwhile, Vivian, transformed into petals descending at the city gate, sneezed heavily.

Who's defaming me behind my back? Don't let me catch you!

Vivian muttered a sentence, casually raising her magic wand and lightly tapping toward the ground.

Instantly, a ring of pink ripples spread out.

Hundreds of undead rushing toward the city gate, upon contact, instantly transformed into countless pink petals, drifting on the wind, returning to dust.

The beautiful scene diluted the battlefield's blood and gore, a display of killing that could be regarded as elegant art.

Vivian nodded in satisfaction, a tinge of self-content in her dreamy purple eyes.

Creating dreams is merely the simplest use of transformation, also the facade she uses to deceive that teacher.

Alter material forms and structures, transform virtual to real, real to virtual, guide birth, embrace death; this is the true mystery of this Divine Authority.

The reason she's concealing this trump card is, of course, to give that teacher a big surprise upon mastering it.

"I'll handle these intruding undead, you take charge of the scene and treat the injured!"

The deep voice came from the street, Vivian quickly suppressed the distractions in her mind, raising her magic wand, and casting dreamlike colors forward.

Instantly, the cold ground transformed into a boundless sea of flowers, with each undead breaching the city like headless flies crashing into the illusion realm.

Sensing the living around them being isolated, Luo En exhaled a breath of murky air from his chest.

Hermes Script, Lun Rune, Titan Language, Elf Language, and the newly learned Ogan Tree Rune, these ancient divine words appeared behind him, like flickering stars, igniting bright flames and shooting towards the hundreds of undead within the illusion realm.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Violent explosions rang out in the illusion realm, with undead shrouded in black mist scattering like snow met by the scorching sun, dissolving into pale ashes under the sacred golden flames.

It seemed as though some hidden presence noticed the failure of this ambush, a howl echoed from the void, and the gray mist outside the city rapidly contracted, as the Wild Hunt army concealed within retreated like a tide.

"We won! We won!"

The surviving soldiers threw away shields embedded with arrows laced in gray fog, removed helmets, and slumped behind the battlement, gasping heavily.

Retreat?

Luo En squinted his eyes slightly, instructing Vivian:

"You hold here, I'll go outside to check!"

Then, he turned into a stream of light, rushing out of the city, chasing the retreating Wild Hunt army.