The Greece Antagonist

Outside the city.

Luo En fully expanded his senses, his divine-infused eyes scanning the surroundings and locking onto the faint trails of grey mist along the path through his night vision.

Direction at nine o'clock, two kilometers away!

Confirming the location, Luo En concealed his aura and sped up to catch up with the retreating Wild Hunt Army, quietly following the rear of the formation.

The Wild Hunt Army actively attacking the human city;

The transformed undead of mysterious origin;

The efficiency of slaughtering an entire town of a thousand overnight...

This sudden calamity was shrouded in an eerie aura, suggesting an intervention by deities.

Let me see who it is!

Surely, it's not Scatha visiting from Scotland to Britain?

Luo En muttered to himself as he carefully shadowed the enemy.

The speed of the grey mist was incredibly fast, intentionally changing routes and maneuvering mid-journey.

However, these actions could not escape Luo En's eyes and senses. He followed the lingering aura of death and firmly locked onto the main body of the Wild Hunt Army.

They crossed streams, passed through mountains, and wandered through wastelands, eventually arriving in a secluded valley.

The valley was shrouded in mist, with rugged grey-black rocks exposed to the elements, devoid of any vegetation or life signs.

Luo En looked up at the surrounding old trees as if drained of moisture and greenery, and the scattered animal bones in the ravines, his eyes flickering.

Have they already drained all the vitality of the surrounding creatures?

Truly ruthless...

Suppressing his thoughts, he continued to follow the Wild Hunt Army forward.

Passing through the barrier of grey mist, Luo En saw a desolate and crude sacrificial site and a throne constructed from massive blue-grey stones.

On the throne sat a gaunt figure, its broken armor covering only the torso, leaning on a large sword with a cracked surface.

The armor was crafted from a blend of Mithril and Orichalcum, originally engraved with sun and lightning patterns, adorned with a scarlet cloak, meant to exude a sacred and majestic aura.

But now, the armor appeared charred and broken, covered in burning ashes and cracks, much like its owner, exuding a sense of decay.

Arriving at the sacrificial site, the Wild Hunt Army gathered in the open space, slowly raising their hands and chanting ancient and solemn prayers:

"To the Light, praise our lord—the Sun King Gwyn:

You are the sole overlord of all the departed, bearing all the world's remnants.

You are the monarch of all the living, creating an eternal glory for us.

The greatest conqueror, the greatest guardian.

—Master of Ashes, the Red Dragon of Wales!"

With the stirring chant, strands of vibrant gold-green light overflowed from the grey mist and their bodies, converging toward the broken altar at the center.

Upon absorbing these sacrifices, the Ogan Tree Runes surrounding the altar were activated, and the embers within the fire basins reignited into golden flames.

Warm and bright flames flickered and danced through the valley, dispelling some of the surrounding cold and darkness, making the previously restless departed souls solemn and quiet.

And the withered figure on the throne was also rekindled under the golden flames, slowly opening a pair of pitch-black hollow eyes, looking towards a certain part of the grey mist, an excited and hoarse growl emanating from a rolling throat:

"The living!"

The mist, like boiling water, roiled to both sides of the valley, with Luo En hidden within, raising his hands and revealing an embarrassed yet polite smile:

"Sun King Gwyn? Is this the Chief God Danu who maintains the balance of life and death in Wales? Judging by your looks... are you dead?"

"Blasphemy! Blasphemy! Blasphemy!"

The Wild Hunt, whose emotions had been calmed by the Sacred Flame, shouted in anger, drawing their swords and raising their spears and shields, intending to eliminate the usurper before them for their monarch and deities.

"Boom!"

A golden sword beam exploded forth, detonating the surrounding lawn and gravel into the air, scattering hundreds of charging Wild Hunt by force.

Amidst the swirling dust and gravel, Luo En shook off a golden longsword condensed from Magic Power in his hand and spoke with dissatisfaction:

"The dead should remain dead. Forcing life and souls from living beings to extend your own life, you, as a Chief God, are a bit disgraceful."

Gwyn on the throne did not respond, slowly standing up with the broken greatsword. Through the half-broken helmet, empty eye sockets gazed towards the uninvited guest in the valley, showing a glint of beast-like greed and desire.

The figure ahead seemed so brilliant and dazzling in his eyes, like a sun in the darkness.

Such powerful and rich divinity was simply the chosen fuel, perfectly suited to stoke the flames and warm us!

The withered, charred figure sprinted down the throne, swinging his broken greatsword at the target.

Surrounding grey mist buzzed and trembled in sync, condensing into spears of death energy, aiding Gwyn's attack.

Want to devour me? Let's see if you have the ability!

Luo En raised his golden longsword with a cold smile, brilliant flames erupting from his body, obliterating the surrounding spears of death energy, sweeping forward.

For a moment, fragments of charred armor and ashes whirled in the hot waves formed by the golden flames.

Gwyn let out a low roar, dragging his hunched body, enveloped in his remaining divine flames, leaping forward, his cracked greatsword slashing a chaotic trajectory with sparks flaring, as if tearing through time and space.

His withered face hidden behind the flames, his last remaining right eye gleamed with mad dark golden light, each swing accompanied by the brittle sound of cracking bones—that was the thousand-year-old divine body on the verge of collapse, letting out a wail from the strain it endured.