The Greece Antagonist

In the final part of the Arthurian legend, during the Battle of Camlan, King Arthur fought against his rebellious illegitimate son Modred. King Arthur used the Vanguard Spear to pierce through the shield and armor of the unfaithful Modred, taking him down with him before dying.

So, is the opponent King Arthur? But that doesn't make sense!

Just as Luo En was filled with questions, the Vanguard Spear in the Black Knight's hand fell.

A massive band of red-black light spiraled instantly tore through the grey fog in the valley, striking towards Luo En on the stone throne.

"Crack!"

The ten layers of the light curtain shattered in an instant, and the surging red-black light stream swept towards the small figure.

In the face of crisis, twelve light wheels rotated, and a cluster of golden flames ignited within the fused divinity, driving away the darkness and death.

Amidst the spreading smoke and dust, Luo En stood up from the rubble, glanced at the throne that had turned into gravel, and said in a deep voice:

"This is too much..."

As if sensing the new king's displeasure, the surrounding grey fog surged like boiling water, and the fully armored Wild Hunt revealed themselves, roaring angrily at the Black Knight:

"Blasphemy!"

"Blasphemy!!"

"Blasphemy!!!"

Amid the increasingly loud roar, the resurrected Wild Hunt Army assembled in tight formation and charged at the Black Knight.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from within the pitch-black armor, as the Black Knight raised the Vanguard Spear to the sky.

In an instant, the night sky, with stars and moon as guides, conjured numerous rune-dense magic circle diagrams. Red-black Holy Lances, formed by magic power, descended from the heaven, repeatedly bombarding the dense area of the Wild Hunt Army, instantly piercing through their formations, turning tens of thousands of departed souls into wisps of blue smoke.

"Now it's your turn!"

The Black Knight sneered arrogantly, pointing the spear tip at the figure at the end of the valley, ready to put an end to the source of this calamity.

However, the surrounding grey fog boiled once again, and the previously scattered Wild Hunt reappeared one by one, reassembling their formations in a more frenzied stance to launch another charge at the Black Knight.

This is endless!

Morgan gritted her teeth in secret, reluctantly awakening her divinity and authority, preparing to forcibly break through the interception of this Wild Hunt Army.

"Mother, let me help you!"

At this moment, a blood-red ray of light broke through the grey fog and descended into the valley.

Powerful magic power burst forth, tossing the newly assembled Wild Hunt Army into disarray.

Luo En waved a hand to clear the swirling dust and looked at the figure that had appeared on the scene.

Red hair, sharp claws, cloven hooves...

An exquisite and bewitching face, a strong scent of blood...

All these elements led Luo En to associate with a creature from Scottish legend.

——The "Bloodsucking Witch" Bawansi!

This is one of the origins of the vampire myth, often appearing as a frail and beautiful young girl.

Legend has it that the Bawansi possess telepathy, able to speak any language to lure their prey.

Once a traveler is beguiled by her, the emergence of sympathy will lead them to become her food.

This creature has a certain infection ability. Women bitten will also become Bawansi, while men bitten will die. However, unlike vampires from other regions, Bawansi drinks blood not with fangs, but by slashing human skin with her sharp claws before drinking.

Additionally, Bawansi fears iron.

Therefore, there's a saying that if you're riding a horse in the woods and a beautiful woman approaches, you must not dismount—the horse has iron hooves, which Bawansi fear.

At this moment, seeing the short red-haired girl who had rushed from outside the valley, looking eager to be close to the Black Knight but afraid to approach, Luo En became more certain of his assumption.

And indeed, a cold command resounded on the scene:

"Bawansi, hold off these Wild Hunt for me!"

The red-haired girl nodded excitedly, pierced her palm with her sharp claws, and then flung her hands forward.

Crimson blood droplets splattered onto the soil, transforming into ghostly figures formed of blood mist.

In Scottish legend, the Bawansi is a communal creature, with only the most powerful queen being granted this name. Moreover, besides the image of a human maiden, they can transform their blood into animal servants like wolves or stags to chase prey.

"Get rid of those ugly black creatures. Don't let them hinder our mother's way!"

With a command from the young queen, the crimson phantoms pounced at the shadowy departed souls.

Though they are both supernatural beings, the characteristics and attack methods of the Bloodsucking Witch clan are primarily designed to counter living entities, making them somewhat ineffective against the Wild Hunt that have no sensation or flesh.

Thus, the crimson phantoms surging into the tides of the Wild Hunt barely made a splash, merely managing to harass them at one side.

However, this Celtic native goddess has clearly more than one helper.

Intense tremors came from the mouth of the valley, with the materialized black fog forming into running black dogs.

They were wrapped in chains, possessing burning antennae and eyes, resembling messengers of death.

The Wild Hunt Army in the grey fog attempted to stop them, but in the blink of an eye, these black, humanoid dogs tore them into pieces with low growls.

Moreover, unlike the Bloodsucking Witch clan, the Wild Hunt killed by Black Dogs suffered severe damage, unable to recover even with the nourishment of the grey fog in a short time.

——The "Dog Demon" Bagster!

Luo En squinted his eyes, memories surfacing in his mind.

This is a special type of elf from the region of England, often appearing as black giant dogs, heralding death in the cities.

It's said that when a heroic figure dies, black dogs appear from the shadows, wandering the streets in packs, engaging in a frenzy.

Moreover, they're not only elves that herald death but also those that bring it, known for their brutal bloodthirstiness in the wild, frequently attacking living beings that inadvertently enter their territory, be they human or departed souls.

"Mother, let me open a path for you!"

With golden hair draped over her shoulders, tall and robust with mismatched red-blue eyes, the Demonic Dog Queen drew the longsword at her waist, baring her fangs. She led a massive group of black dogs from the right wing, tearing open the formation of the Wild Hunt Army.

Seeing the reinforcements under her command reaching the scene and the enemy formations already in chaos, Morrgan decisively swung her lance, unleashing her Divine Authority.

Red thunder and storm formations behind her constructed a pitch-black portal, from which numerous black armored, weapon-wielding humanoid specters emerged, violently clashing with the Wild Hunt Army in the grey fog, fighting ferociously without fear of death.

In an instant, the howling of black dogs, the whispers of blood shadows, the neighing of warhorses, and the shouts from soldiers... all melded into a frenzied and unified declaration:

"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!"

The female knight, mounted on her warhorse, charged across the battlefield like lightning, brandishing her black lance covered in thorns, enveloped in the boiling military aura and fighting spirit, piercing towards her target.

Narrowing his eyes amidst the ruins of the throne, Luo En finally confirmed the true identity of the uninvited guest in the valley.

——The "Great Queen" Morrgan!

One of the three goddesses of war, destruction, fertility, justice, and death in Celtic mythology, closely linked to horses and the earth. Where there's war, her figure inevitably appears, often bringing various unbelievable influences to the battlefield via magic power.

Therefore, she is also the ruler of the departed souls and the Wild Hunt across Britain.

According to certain documents, the past life of King Arthur's half-sister, Witch Morgan Le Fay, is this Phantom Goddess.

No wonder she's relentless; turns out she's the one whose territory and believers were ravaged by these Welsh Wild Hunts.

Gwen has really dug a big pit for me; had I known, I wouldn't have received this crown.

Luo En muttered an internal complaint, stepping forward with head held high, swinging the golden Light Sword infused with magic power forward, facing the black spear tip.