The Greece Antagonist

In the valley.

Light and darkness converged to their extreme, dividing the world; gun and sword clashed fiercely, stirring up terrifying tides of magic power.

The King of the Wild Hunt of Wales? Your swordsmanship is indeed good.

But it seems my spear is stronger!

Morgan looked at the golden Light Blade in her opponent's hand, gradually covered in cracks from the relentless clashes, and a pleased curve appeared on her cherry lips beneath her helmet.

Without hesitation, she swung the Vanguard Spear with full force, smashing toward her opponent's weapon.

"Bang!"

The Golden Sword, unable to bear the burden, shattered with a sound, scattering fragments of various sizes.

Won!

Morgan hadn't had time to celebrate when she found a dazzling Magic Beam unexpectedly coming straight at her face.

And because of her full-force strike just now, her body was accelerating forward.

Such close distance, such a short time, evasion and reaction were already too late.

"Crack~~"

The helmet on Morgan's head shattered and peeled away, revealing half of her coldly beautiful cheek.

The Enchantress turned her horse around and looked back at her opponent.

Indeed, only the hilt remained of the golden Light Blade in his right hand, but at some point, a magic wand made of ash wood appeared in his left hand.

Clearly, the exquisite swordsmanship and fragile Holy Sword were just bait to lull the opponent.

The attack unexpectedly launched with the magic wand was the true killing move hidden behind the smokescreen.

"Despicable!" Morgan gritted her teeth, somewhat unresentful.

"Hey hey, I'm a mage, you can't beat me in magic, so you come charging over on horseback, with a spear, with a big bunch of helpers to fight close-range. Then, you carelessly get hit by my magic and turn around to say I'm dishonorable. Who is really despicable here?"

Morgan was at a loss for words.

Seems like I was the unreasonable one?

However, remembering how this opponent seemed intentional since the start of the melee, only using one hand and swordsmanship, Morgan immediately realized it was not an on-the-spot improvisation but a premeditated dirty trick.

"Cunning..." Morgan changed her adjective, remaining unresentful.

"You were careless." Luo En retorted, then added with a smile, "Besides, you should be thankful I wasn't aiming at your head just now."

Morgan bit her lip, understanding his meaning.

Not that he couldn't, he just didn't.

He showed mercy.

The hostility in Morgan subsided slightly, but her fighting spirit did not decrease; instead, it increased:

"I haven't lost yet!"

"Stubborn woman."

Luo En shook his head and then shifted the tone,

"However, you should best say those words to the people behind you."

Behind?

Morgan was stunned, turned to look behind her, and suddenly realized that at some point, the grey mist in the valley had taken on a dreamlike pink hue, and the two Elf Knights and the large group of native British Wild Hunt who had been charging with her were nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, a strange voice, speaking in a pinched tone, came from the valley entrance:

"Ahem, to the person inside, you are surrounded, and your comrades have fallen into my hands! If you want their Safety, you better behave!"

Bawansi and Bagster were captured?

Morgan's face changed, biting her silver teeth:

"Don't hurt them, and come at me instead!"

"Good, now show your sincerity, remove your skirt... ahem... armor."

Morgan snorted coldly, retracting the Divinity and Authority from the Death Goddess Morigan, disarming herself.

However, after the intense battle just now, her ceremonial dress was already damaged, with large patches of snow-white skin pushing through the tears.

This turned the originally noble and aloof Goddess into a noblewoman full of disheveled charm.

And this amusing transformation not only stunned Luo En present but also awakened the creative desires of a certain mysterious person in the mist:

"Next, you should atone for your defeat and rudeness. Come, lift your skirt to the roots of your thighs..."

"What did you say?"

Such an impudent demand made Morgan furious.

However, the voice in the mist remained unmoved and cheerfully questioned back:

"Do you not want to save them?"

At that moment, two muffled grunts came from the mist, the voices of the Bloodsucking Witch Bawansi and the Dog Demon Bagster.

"Stop, I'll do it!"

Morgan quickly spoke to stop them and then, holding back her humiliation, lifted her skirt hem.

Seeming to notice Morgan's submission, the voice in the mist grew more delighted and continued:

"Then, raise your head, puff out your chest, stick out your butt, and loudly say three times to the victim, 'I'm sorry, I was wrong, I misunderstood a good person, please punish me fiercely!'"

"Don't go too far!"

"Um~ ooh~~"

Two muffled grunts sounded, with Morgan closing her mouth, steeling her heart, and speaking through gritted teeth:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, please punish me fiercely!"

The icy voice repeated thrice through the air, causing patches of frost to spread around.

Amongst them, the sound of gritting teeth gave off an air of unparalleled humiliation and a resolve to grind someone's bones to dust.

Receiving the apology, Luo En couldn't help but have goosebumps, quickly stopping the artistic performance:

"Stop, knowing it's a misunderstanding is enough."

Of course, these words were not only directed at Morgan but also as advice to a certain director behind the mist.

"How can that be, when one makes a mistake, they must admit it, and be punished! Only then can it serve as a warning!"

The voice in the mist argued righteously, solemnly commanding,

"Now, the loser keeps this posture, kneels on both knees, and kisses the foot of the victor, beseeching his forgiveness and pardon."