The Greece Antagonist

But before a few serious words were spoken, the voice in the mist revealed the nature of a jester:

"Quick, quick, quick, I want to see! It must be sincere, it must be wholehearted, it must be..."

"Poof!"

A pitch-black and menacing spear-like light shot through the mist at lightning speed, piercing the mastermind hiding behind the scenes and pinning them firmly to the stone wall on one side.

Divine power shook, and the mist dissipated.

The elf knights Bagster and Bawansi, who had disappeared before, were now lying on the ground, each hugging a stone, fast asleep.

Perhaps due to a nightmare, the two had furrowed brows and occasionally mumbled incoherently in their sleep.

Morgan let out a sigh of relief, turned her head to look at the white-haired jerky hanging on the mountain wall, her eyes full of grimness:

"As expected, it's you, Vivian!"

Meanwhile, the white-haired Lake Fairy on the stone wall showed an embarrassed and guilty smile:

"Haha, long time no see, second sister..."

"Is this your last words?"

Morgan, expressionless, clenched her hands in the air, the outline of the Vanguard Spear gathering at the tip of her magic wand, bursting with a chilling killing intent.

Seeing the gigantic golden vortex gradually forming overhead and the Light Anchor with a diameter of hundreds of meters, Vivian swallowed hard, sweat beading on her forehead.

It was clear that her second sister was really angry, the kind that could kill.

In desperation, Vivian hurriedly called for help:

"Teacher, help me!"

"Teacher?" Morgan glanced sideways, looking warily at someone behind her.

"I'm not familiar with her." Luo En immediately raised his hands and stepped back, quickly making a righteous cutting.

The trouble Vivian caused herself, wanting him, the teacher, to take the blame? What a joke!

Vivian, pinned to the stone wall, was first stunned, then furious:

"Merlin, you heartless one, you just took me in a few days ago!"

"Just academic exchange, it's okay if you call me teacher."

"We ate and lived together all the way!"

"I forgot if you didn't mention it, when will you pay me back for the travel expenses?"

Upon hearing this shameless and cold-blooded answer, Vivian, who originally wanted to pull a scapegoat, was breathless with anger and couldn't help but loudly reprimand:

"Paying back is one thing, but how do you account for the messy things I did for you along the way? You said once I did this, you would teach me the highest magic, and now you're trying to kick me away when trouble arises, no way!"

This time?

The vague words left Luo En a bit confused.

As Morgan instinctively donned armor by his side, summoned the Vanguard Spear, and aimed the spearhead warily at him, Luo En realized and hurriedly clarified:

"Slander! She's slandering me! Think about it, we ran into this by sheer accident, when did I have time to design this?"

Upon hearing this, Morgan went through the process in her mind and immediately realized that her dear sister was most likely framing them.

"You guys play, I won't disturb, I'm leaving first, okay."

Meanwhile, a light and cheerful voice came from the stone wall.

Having bought enough time, Vivian successfully unbound herself from the Light Anchor, waved cheerfully, and her body turned into a flurry of pink petals, blending into the heavy night.

Even though she couldn't beat her sisters who commanded death and victory on the frontline battlefield, as an enchantress born from Transformation, her escape skills were superb.

Even the Four Thrones of the Sky Island coming down might not be able to catch her with confidence.

After all, as a professional scammer, you might not win, but you must be able to run.

This is the real reason why all her years of misdeeds never resulted in a downfall.

——Despicable!

The two parties at the scene instantly cursed in unison, eager to awaken their divinity right away and arrest the escaping Vivian on the spot, to thrash her eight hundred times in public!

But as the resonance of the divine occurred, the two teams that had just been calmed by the Dream Realm immediately woke up.

"Using dirty tricks? Get rid of these ugly creatures!"

"Roar!"

The two Wild Hunt Armies from Britain and Wales, led by their respective leaders, surged towards each other like a tide, ready to engage in another fierce battle.

Seeing a wisp of pink churning in the grey mist, Luo En and Morgan knew this was Vivian's trump card left behind for a successful escape, and couldn't help but feel a pang of liver pain out of anger.

But since things have come to this, the two of them could only give up pursuing Vivian and instead call off this senseless slaughter:

"Stop everyone!"

Under the orders of the two Kings of the Wild Hunt, the elves and the departed souls, though confused, obediently backed away and formed a clear separation in the narrow valley.

As the tense atmosphere gradually subsided, Morgan turned her head and, after hesitating for a moment, spoke first:

"It seems there has been a misunderstanding, my apologies..."

"It's good to clear things up."

Luo En responded magnanimously, and then from his own perspective, recounted the general course of events following the outbreak of the [Catastrophe of the Frenzied Hunt].

After Morgan listened, the apology on her face deepened.

Not only did she mistake him for someone else, but she also almost accidentally injured this hero who had just saved Cornwall.

"How about this, when we return to Cornwall, I will personally host a banquet to entertain you."

Morgan, intended to make amends for her mistake, took the initiative to extend an olive branch to this mysterious and powerful mage "Merlin."

Luo En's eyes showed a timely surprise:

"You're from Cornwall too?"

"Yes, this is my holy... homeland."

Morgan coughed slightly, her gaze flickering as she added,

"Igraine, the wife of Duke Gorlois of Cornwall, is a distant relative of mine."

Igraine, another familiar name.

Luo En secretly muttered, as information about the Duchess emerged from his mind.

This is a famous beauty in the Britain region, who would in the future captivate Uther, the monarch destined to rule Britain, to the point of obsession.

Thus, with the help of Great Mage Merlin, King Uther drank the magic potion that transformed him, took on the appearance of the Duke of Cornwall, became an incarnation of the Minotaur warrior, cuckolded the Duke, and successfully impregnated the Duchess.

Yes, this is the origin of the Celtic legendary king, Arthur.

And incidentally, before giving birth to King Arthur, this Duchess also bore three daughters with her husband, Duke Gorlois of Cornwall.

These were the later famous sisters Morgause, Morgan le Fay, and Elaine.

So, this is the second of the three sisters—Witch Morgan—and the youngest sister, the least documented and most mysterious, Elaine, is that the same Vivian who goes out under the guise of the Lake Fairy?

If I'm not mistaken, it's not just Vivian, the relationship between Morgan le Fay and Merlin in some versions is also not so simple.

She is also one of Merlin's disciples, and during her studies of magic under this teacher, developed a subtle affection, leading to many rumors.

Could it really be such a coincidence?

Luo En, thinking of his own unique charm in attracting such trouble, couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, and also couldn't resist wanting to follow the footsteps of his dear disciple Vivian and sneak away from the valley.

Meanwhile, Morgan, completely unaware that she had become the subject of gossip, had already arrived at the ruined throne.

With the magic wand's fall, the scattered gravel reassembled into its original form.

The altar and Sacred Flame, which had been extinguished, were also ignited by the divine glow.

The grey mist in the valley instantly lightened considerably, and the agitated departed souls calmed slightly.

"Although Gwen entrusted you with this matter, strictly speaking it is not your responsibility. Furthermore, purifying the corruption here and dispelling this calamity is not an easy task. Let me, a Cornish, handle it myself."

Morgan mused, sitting on the rebuilt green stone throne.

As the magic wand pierced into the ground, the surging black death energy and various wailing resentments crazily flowed into Morgan's body.

The surrounding grey mist quickly thinned, and the bloodthirsty and frenzied aura of the Welsh Wild Hunt Army also gradually diminished.

However, Morgan's originally fair and jade-like skin was quickly covered with dark blue patterns.

Like a swarm of evil and hideous maggots burrowing into her body, devouring her flesh, marrow, and even soul.

"Ugh~"

Morgan's body trembled slightly, biting her silver teeth into her lips, as a strand of golden-red divine blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

Clearly, this work of [Purification] was not easy for her.

Yet Bagster and Bawansi, who stood on both sides, although worried, did not step forward to intervene, evidently having seen such occurrences many times before.

Finally, after an unknowable amount of time, the grey mist in the valley completely dissipated.

Morgan held onto the chair back with both hands and shakily stood up.

However, as soon as she took a step forward, this Celtic Death Goddess fell straight forward, into a warm embrace.