The Greece Antagonist

Luo En raised his sword in response, casually.

Though Gwyn was the King of the Wild Hunt in the Welsh region, at his peak, he could probably arm wrestle with the Shadow Country Queen Skaha.

But that was when he was alive.

Now, for reasons unknown, Gwyn had fallen, and his remaining body was driven by a survival instinct, using the Wild Hunt army to seize the vitality and souls of the living to forcibly extend his life. His strength was far from what it used to be.

Moreover, even the Queen of Shadow Country Skaha at her peak was defeated by him, let alone the barely surviving Gwyn now.

Gold and ash-red long swords clashed, and the embers wrapped in sparks scattered everywhere. The divine fire within Gwyn quickly consumed, his withered body cracked rapidly, forcing him step by step toward the broken throne.

Seeing their deity falling downhill, the surrounding wild hunters were agitated and immediately gathered a military formation to guard before Sun King Gwyn against the formidable enemy.

Useless!

Luo En charged into the enemy ranks, easily tearing apart the formation of the Wild Hunt army simply with basic swordsmanship and magic, without even having to use the deities' authority.

His figure was nimble and swift, as fast as the wind, invading like fire, unfathomable like shadows,

The sword light was dazzling and radiant, like falling stars. The sword momentum moved with thunderbolt power, swift as blazing flames burning the sky, slow as Mount Tai pressing down, forming unparalleled suppression force.

Under the night, countless sword glints shot in all directions, resembling the shimmering waves of the gathered ocean, spreading descending frozen dew, flowing mercury... a coexistence of beauty and danger.

Wherever he went, the vegetation was crushed, soil and rocks turned to dust, and each wild hunt departed souls disintegrated in the flames.

Seeing his subordinates and subjects rapidly decrease in number, Gwyn's remaining body seemed to awaken a trace of consciousness.

He overturned the altar, allowing the only remaining Sacred Flame in the brazier to pour over his remaining body.

Instantly, that originally pitch-black withered body soared with golden flames several feet high.

In the next moment, the broken giant sword was raised high, the already dead god let out a silent scream, the remaining divine fire and the power of lightning gathered at the sword's tip into a pale silver light cluster, like the dying sun's last burst.

"Boom!"

When the light ball exploded with a roar, the ground surged with scorching thunder marks, yet it could no longer recreate the glory of the past "Lightning of Light."

Ashes, mixed with the smell of scorch, filled the battlefield, a golden long sword pierced through Gwyn's abdomen, marking a tragic footnote to this long-predestined final battle.

The burnt-out fragments continuously peeled off from that withered body, the deceased god raised his steely face half-covered by a mask, looking at the devastated battlefield, eyes revealing a hint of a bitter smile:

"Looks like I've caused quite some trouble."

"No worries, it's already dealt with."

Luo En softly replied, then asked,

"Any last words?"

Although he wasn't entirely sure about Sun King Gwyn's character, judging by how these Welsh Wild Hunt departed souls went to any lengths to gather sacrifices for him after his fall to prolong his life, he should have been a dutiful deity.

Facing such a respectable deity, he didn't mind lending a hand, fulfilling the other's wish and allowing him to enter death peacefully.

Hearing the goodwill in his words, Gwyn removed the crown with seven angles and earnestly pleaded:

"If possible, please replace me and end this painful immortality for them."

Luo En understood that by "them," Gwyn meant his Wild Hunt army and the transformed immortals.

Once Gwyn, the Chief God, dispersed, these unsupported departed souls would lose the only light in the darkness, leading to complete degeneration and causing a series of Great Calamity.

"Aren't you the King of the Wild Hunt in Wales? Can't you set them free?" Luo En was somewhat puzzled.

"This world is buried with too many corpses, the filth accumulated by death far exceeds the world's self-cleansing speed. Moreover, the authority I wield is incomplete, at most I can briefly pacify them, delaying the outbreak of Calamity, but I can't completely liberate these departed souls."

Gwyn shook his head, his aged withered face showing a trace of helplessness.

He then looked up at the nameless young deity before him, perceiving the blazing, dazzling, pure light within this body, eyes hinting hope:

"But you are different, you are more powerful, younger, your flames are full of the power of light, seemingly capable of purifying the filth of death and the grievances in souls. So, I implore you to grant them redemption and release them from their pain..."

The withered hands lifted the golden crown, waiting for the young deity's choice.

Luo En hesitated for a moment, then slowly bowed his head, allowing Gwyn to place the crown upon him.

As soon as the crown made contact with his skin, his divine will spread vast like a tide, connecting with the Wild Hunt army in the grey mist.

Evidently, this was the Divine Artifact Gwyn used to command the Wild Hunt army.

With the ceremony completed, the Sacred Flame symbolizing light reignited amidst the ashes of the broken altar, and the restless departed souls calmed down.

Gwyn, feeling the long-lost warmth, showed a relieved smile on his fragmenting face, looked at Luo En and murmured softly:

"I hope my decision was right, that you can truly save them and lead this dying world towards Light..."

A dying world?

The Celtic Divine Era is troubled too?

Luo En's expression shifted, about to ask, yet before him, the withered body already turned to ashes, drifting away with the wind.

The mysterious man!

Luo En internally cursed, forced to suppress his doubts, and turned to the blue-grey stone throne.

Looks like the only choice is to temporarily take Gwyn's place, purify, or restrain this uncontrollable Wild Hunt army.

Having made up his mind, the crowned Luo En ascended the steps, bending to sit on the cold, hard throne.

The golden Sacred Flame on the altar flickered fiercely, like a rising warm sun, the grey mist stirred and expanded, thousands of departed souls emerged, growling, howling, jointly celebrating the crowning and accession of the new king.

Just as Luo En was about to wield the Divine Authority of the Flames to see if these departed souls could be purified, a sharp whistling occurred abruptly.

"Whoosh!"

A beam like a thorny blue light spear flew from the valley entrance, piercing through the grey mist, just grazing Luo En's head, pinning the entire stone throne's backrest through.

"Finally found you, the culprit of the city massacre!"

Accompanied by a soft sound of shifting sand and stone, a figure with a crown of blue-black branch-shaped hair ornaments, dressed in an elegant blue-black gauze, her face veiled in black, her shoulder-length silver hair glowing, stepped slowly from the valley entrance.

As if cold moonlight, illuminating the deep darkness.

Luo En: "..."

"You're admitting to it? Very well!"

"?"

"Tonight, let us settle the account of your unauthorized crossing, leading the Wild Hunt to slaughter the living!"

The silver-haired woman snorted coldly, lifted her hand summoning a blue-black magic wand with a cross conical spearhead, waved it forward,

"End here, end finally, you filth, all return to ruin—Holy Lance, Anchor Release!"

In the chilling chant, a blue-black Magic Circle formed above the throne, channeling the vast moonlight, converging into beams of ghostly light, transforming into an invincible spearhead.

Feeling the approaching cold chill, Luo En suddenly snapped back to reality, hurriedly explaining:

"Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding! It was Gwyn who rampaged through Britain and massacred cities, the King of the Wild Hunt in Wales, it has nothing to do with me, I was just passing by!"

"Then why are you wearing his crown and sitting on his throne?"

"He gave it to me, said he needed my help. If you don't believe, ask…"

Luo En turned, looked at the side where not even dregs were left on the ground, his expression suddenly froze.

After a moment, he mustered a wry smile, cautiously asked:

"If I say it was an accident, would you believe me?"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The magic wand in the silver-haired woman's hand abruptly fell, thirteen light-shaped spears weaved by magic factors pierced through the overhead Magic Circle Diagram, smashing down upon Luo En on the throne.