The Greece Antagonist

The night grew thicker, and Luo En stood at the bow of the Argo, staring out at sea, lost in thought. The fierce and biting wind that swept in from the sea felt as sharp as a knife, and involuntary shivers rippled through him.

As the warm, tantalizing scent of food filled his nostrils from behind, Luo En was stirred from his reverie and turned to look back.

Medea was there, cradling a clay pot in one arm and carrying a food box in the other, having quietly approached him from behind.

"The pot contains fresh fish soup. I've just taken it off the stove, it's still very hot, good for driving away the chill; and the food box has some pan-fried fish fillets, they also taste quite good. Try some, Senior Brother," said the girl softly, as she took out the carefully prepared food.

Though a hundred years had passed, this princess of Colchis had long shed her physiological immaturity and her figure had become sensuous and enchanting. But because she had been so well-protected, she remained somewhat naive at heart. Despite her best efforts to hide it, the innate look of concern could not be concealed in her expression.

After all, ever since she saw the grandfather and grandson, her Senior Brother had been standing at the ship's bow for the better part of the day, and she couldn't help worrying about him.

Perceiving the telltale signs on Medea's face, Luo En couldn't help but relax his brows and smile warmly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just a bit distracted. You haven't eaten either, right? Sit down and eat with me."

Medea obediently nodded, settling down next to her Senior Brother, deftly opening the food box, taking out the bowls and plates, and sharing the fruits of her labor.

As a veteran of countless battles, Luo En did not forget to critique each dish with a professional standard as he tasted them, and he began to praise Medea's increasingly exquisite cooking skills.

With some deliberate flattery from the seasoned veteran, Medea's face flushed, and she gradually forgot the initial purpose of her visit.

By the time the young girl, completely taken in by the sweet talk, hurriedly packed up the food box, blushing and scurrying back to the kitchen, the smile on Luo En's face gradually faded as he turned his head to gaze at the pitch-black Sea of Okeanos, a surge of brooding energy bursting forth from his eyes.

He had been skeptical about the old man's claims, but as the Argo progressed towards the Peloponnesian Peninsula, he really hadn't sensed the presence of any deities.

Even the Magic Beasts and Divine Monsters that normally lived in the Sea of Okeanos were extremely rare.

Some obscure feeling filled the heaven and earth, growing stronger as they approached the mainland of Greece, as if invisibly suppressing the growth of the mortal clans.

—The power of "Heavenly Destiny"?

Luo En spread his palm and looked at the golden flames that had shrunk even further in his hand, his brow deeply furrowed.

Half an hour later, the sound of the waves around them began to weaken, and the serpentine coastline came into view.

Finally... we've arrived...

Luo En's heartbeat rhythm inexplicably became somewhat irregular, and a strange sense of trepidation bubbled up as he neared his hometown.

After more than two hundred years, he had successfully returned to his homeland, but Greece had undergone earth-shattering changes. The fate of his missing friends and family was unknown, a cruel twist of fate.

Just as Luo En was privately reflecting, his eyes narrowed sharply, a severe look taking hold as he gazed at the vast dust clouds under the moonlight.

Something was stirring on the shore!

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BOOM!

Beneath the muffled roar, boulders tumbled over the ridge and rolled down, hitting the dark brown horse that was pulling the front of the narrow path, unable to dodge in time, it crumpled as its brain burst and its hooves gave out.

The remaining two warhorses, startled, whinnied fearfully, stomping and retreating continuously, bringing the chariot to an abrupt halt.

"Robbery!"

A group of jubilant robbers hollered their signature cries, descending from the hilltop towards both ends of the wagon trapped in the mountain trail, hurling down stone locks and javelins, continually striking their stalled target.

Damn bandits!

Beneath the cold moonlight, a tall woman with elegant and heroic long dark brown hair, her face changed slightly as she cursed under her breath. She struggled to gather the reins, pulling the panicked warhorses under control, then lifted her skirt, knelt and leaped from the carriage, decisively reaching into the carriage to withdraw her Sword and Shield.

With a swift piercing sound, a splash of blood shot from the throat of the leading burly bandit. The man discarded his weapon in horror, clutching his wound, gasping, but he could not stem the gushing blood from his neck.

As his blood drained away, the burly bandit soon crumpled to the ground, his pale face ceasing to twitch.

During this time, the woman's dagger flew up and down in her hands, using exquisite swordsmanship to cut down one bandit after another, who tried to snatch their loot first.

The thick stench of blood permeated the air, and as the rest of the hundred or so bandits arrived, seeing the woman's ferocity in front of the carriage, they stiffened and slowed their pace, their eyes filled with wariness.

"A Griffin? Twin Stars? Spartans! Boss, this woman is from Sparta!"

"Golden Deer, Cypress, it's the carriage of the Moon Temple!"

As the distance closed, a few insightful bandits discerned the coat of arms on the Sword, Shield, and carriage under the moonlight and couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

They thought they had found a weak and gullible lamb since a woman led them, but it turned out to be a she-wolf that had wandered into the mountains.

"Good you know! We are the envoys of Sparta, bearing an important mission in our stride!"

The woman shouted loudly and coldly while pulling a pouch off her waist and tossing it at the feet of the bandits, playfully adding authority and generosity.

"This is a bag of Golden Zeus; take it and live carefree for a few months. Open the road immediately, and I promise not to pursue your offense. Otherwise, you'll face an endless spiral of Spartan revenge and the pursuit of the Moon Temple!"