The Greece Antagonist

The patterns of light spread across Rome, at the Heroic Bath, the Great Arena, and on the streets where the Romans stopped their tasks, arms outstretched, joyfully and devoutly welcoming the blessing from Dionysus, the God of Wine.

This is the most human-friendly, selfless, and merciful deity.

Whenever a celebratory day arrives, they all equally receive this god's blessing, which is the reason for so many festivals in Rome.

The golden rain of light faded from dense to thin, marking the end of the opening blessing announcement.

As the priests finished their lengthy chanting, reminiscing about Rome's founding history and recounting the illustrious contributions of past Roman emperors, the current elder emperor, Claudius I, holding Nero's hand, ascended the rose petal-covered steps to the square.

And immediately after, it was time to officially meet the gods and complete the transfer of power.

The Three Sons of Destiny clapped their small hands, opening the main door to the Pantheon.

A well-built man with red eyes and brown skin stepped forward steadily, with golden earrings on his earlobes, dressed in a red underlay and a golden armor outer, standing as straight as a javelin, with sharply defined features, adding a sense of keen sharpness, blue long hair cascading over his shoulders,

and the distance between his steps was almost uniform, with a straight trajectory, footfalls resonating like rhythmic drumbeats, imparting a strong sense of oppression and solemnity.

——Divine Ancestor Romulus!

The Romans, fortunate enough to witness the true visage of Rome's founder, erupted into cheers.

His esteemed self has indeed returned from the Divine Realm (Elysium)!

Before the Romans could react further, twelve gradient halos of purple lightning, blue waves, pink flowers, red flames, golden starlight, and brown earth... fell sequentially from the sky, merging on the square into towering presences neither human nor not.

Behind them, hundreds of phantoms with the appearances of animals, plants, and stones appeared intermittently.

——the gods!

The Romans' eyes were filled with excitement, their bodies trembling uncontrollably with excessive enthusiasm.

They hadn't expected, in their brief lifetimes, to be fortunate enough to witness the holy remains of the gods' descent.

But, it's not over yet.

Twelve gradient halos intertwined, boiling ether particles transformed into a surging wave, a goddess with long red hair, and fiery red wings on her back gracefully descended.

——Chaos and Order Goddess, Eurynome!

The Romans on site were nearly suffocated, not daring to take a deep breath.

This Goddess of Order stepped forward, inserting a withered branch spear at the center of the grand altar, the surrounding deities projecting virtual shadows, slicing open their palms, and sprinkling divine blood.

The colorful divine halos intertwined and expanded, as if countless voices sang sacred hymns from every direction.

Suddenly, the withered branch spear on the altar absorbed the surrounding divinity and magic power, like a seedling nourished by rainwater, expanding rapidly in visible growth, almost instantaneously growing into a towering tree covering the whole of Rome.

The flickering emerald green seemed to pulse with the entire city's rhythm.

——Tree of Nation Creation!

The legendary life vein that extends Rome's heavenly destiny.

"Nero, my beloved child, the newly born Venus, embodiment of Rome's glory and shadows, from this moment on, you shall fulfill the gods' will, bring glory to the Seven Hills, bring greatness to Rome!"

Hearing that majestic exhortation, Nero, inspired, picked up the Cursed Blade, cut her palm, and pressed her hand on the tree trunk.

Suddenly, the voices of the gods echoed in her mind, and a mysterious resonance was established between her and the earth, as countless gold-green light dots drifted down from the Tree of Nation Creation, transforming into a seven-sided, ten-pointed golden crown.

And in the ocean of her consciousness, a thousand-meter-long giant dragon, red as fire, with seven heads and ten corners, was molded by the gods' will.

Seven heads wore seven crowns, with tails dragging one-third of the sky's stars, crashing to the ground, forming a splendid river of light, conveying the will inherited by Rome to every corner of the land, infinitely extending the path Rome follows!

Before the giant tree, the new monarch broke a section of the withered branch, transforming it into a flaming sharp sword, raising it high to the sky:

"Greece has already claimed glory, greatness must belong to Rome!"

Simultaneously, that petite figure was also dramatically elevated by the baptism of firelight, transforming into a tall queen with black dragon horns growing from her head, her skin flowing with lava-like divine markings, exuding intense heat and an overwhelming desire for conquest.

Finally, it's over…

Luo En, in his private residence, yawned, turned off the projection, and ended the remote observance.

After this secret ceremony, Rome's divine authority and royal power have completed their integration in Nero.

Next, religious matters are entrusted to Cassandra, military matters to Alexander, governmental affairs to Caesar, judicial matters to Astraea, and educational matters to Aristotle...

With so many capable people assisting, everything can proceed smoothly.

Since the matters in Rome have concluded, then, next, he should fulfill his promise and head to another engagement.

Luo En stretched lazily, got up and walked into his bedroom, casually setting up a barrier, then lay down on the bed and peacefully fell asleep.

Dreamlike pink halos flowed on his body, his form continuously shifting between reality and illusion.

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Meanwhile, on Avalon Island.

The bronze wind chimes hanging on the Silver Branch Holy Tree collectively emitted a crisp ring, under the tree, the three sisters Morgos, Morgan, and Vivian were shocked into reverence and murmured solemnly:

"Reveal its exterior and interior, reconstruct its reality ——Knight, take your seat!"

The Silver Branch Holy Tree shook off currents of divine light, sinking to the lake bottom, condensing into one star after another, encircling the crystal coffin housing the Danu Divine Race Origin Goddess at the lake's bottom in a ring shape.

Dreamlike starlight surged from the earth's veins, like a rising tide flooding continuously, gradually submerging the crystal coffin conducting the Danu Divine Race's Origin Goddess at the lake bottom.

"We may begin."

The three sisters nodded at each other.

Then, they stepped jointly into the lake, their bodies gradually dissolving into that dreamlike and fantastical star sea.