The Greece Antagonist

Tinkling sounds filled the air, as coins of Zeus's Gold rolled in all directions, ringing with an enticing tune.

Gululu...

The bandits swallowed their saliva, their eyes ablaze with greed, but not a single one stepped forward.

Suddenly, a brawny man with a face scar half a foot long clad in bronze armor pushed through the restless bandits, stepped on the money bag on the ground, and greedily gazed at the spirited woman.

"I'll take both the money and the person! Rare to come across such a lively piece of goods, think you can slip away? Lie down quietly, let the brothers have their fill before we talk!"

That line from the man, who appeared to be the leader of the bandits, immediately ignited the greed and lust in the hearts of his men.

Yes, taking down this woman not only meant more profit, but also pleasure!

As long as they did the job cleanly, who would know it was their doing?

The bandits' eyes gleamed with lecherous and greedy light, almost stripping the clothes off the Spartan Envoy right there and then, while brandishing their sword and shield and spears they advanced, surrounding her.

"Protect the lady!"

The accompanying Spartan warriors instantly roared into battle formation, clashing fiercely with the audacious bandits.

The priestess with chestnut hair was no mere ornament either; she snorted coldly and, taking advantage of a moment the bandits were held back, lunged forward with her dagger aimed straight at the brash bandit leader.

Boom!

However, with the red and black Aether vibrating, the air exploded, winds surged, and the bandit leader who raised his shield to withstand the strike didn't budge an inch. In contrast, the priestess staggered back several steps, her arm tingling with numbness.

Divine Blood Warrior? How could there be a demigod among the bandits!

Has Greece declined to such an extent? Even precious Divine Blood Warriors can't be retained?

The priestess looked at the few Spartan soldiers engaged in a fierce battle and the orderly retreat of the hundred or so bandits, a heavy shadow settling in her heart.

Not right, they still know battle formations; they're regular troops!

"Thought you were something special, lady, but you're just this? Shall I let my darling here have some fun with you?"

At the same time, with a sinister smile, the bandit leader in the shadows waved his hand, and a monster with a mane in disarray and the heads of a lion, goat, and venomous snake, all bound in chains, was led out from the crowd.

Two tall, thin men in black robes waved their magic wands, lifting the Suppression Spell, and the freed beast immediately growled and lunged toward the carriage.

Mages? And a Chimera subdued and tamed by humans?

The priestess's pupils contracted, but before she could warn the others, the infamous Divine Monster charged down the hill and instantly reduced several Spartan warriors to pulp. Their battle formation was instantly shattered.

"Beast!" The priestess, with eyes nearly splitting, immediately raised her sword and shield to charge at the rampaging creature.

"Bang!"

A sharp lion's claw came swiftly. The priestess hurriedly raised her shield to block, but the sheer force punched through the shield, sending her stumbling against the carriage.

Immediately after, a blur before the priestess's eyes, and the Chimera's wide-open mouth crushed her bronze dagger into a pile of metal scraps.

The foul stench of blood rushed towards her, and from the corner of her eye, the priestess saw her companions were all dead, her face instantly filled with despair.

Thud!

At the critical moment, a sharp whistling sound burst forth, and the Chimera's three heads exploded, turning into a thick mist of blood.

Before everyone's eyes, the Divine Monster that had easily taken down a small Spartan squad crashed to the ground, twitching a few times before ceasing all movement and becoming a corpse gradually losing warmth.

The priestess turned her gaze, looking at the projectile that killed the Chimera stuck in the tree trunk, her face showing shock.

A pebble?

"Who dares?! Show yourself!"

The bandit leader's eyes twitched, as he shouted threateningly while scanning the surroundings for his target.

Pupupupu!

However, as his voice fell, a series of explosive sounds of air bursting followed in quick succession. Bandits gathered around the carriage, clutching their bleeding throats, collapsed in terror to the ground.

At the same time, the vegetation around began to stir, and a blurred figure weaved through the bandits at an imperceptible speed. Wherever the dark, sharp gleam passed, the necks of the bandits were severed without exception.

Even as blood sprayed like a red rain, the enigmatic figure moving through the group remained immaculately clean, like the God of Death elegantly swinging his scythe.

Monster!

Seeing his hundred men slaughtered in mere breaths, with both mages having their heads blown apart by pebbles before they could speak, terror flooded the whites of the bandit leader's eyes. Instinctively, he rushed towards the carriage, intending to grab a warhorse and flee from this slaughterhouse.

Though he'd received a deadly order to ambush the Spartan Messenger, he knew that if he fled back, he would certainly be thrown into the dungeon to feed the Magic Beasts.

But his instincts told him that this newcomer was a thousand times more terrifying than any Magic Beast.

Staying here was a sure path to death!

Thud!

Yet before the bandit leader could reach the carriage, the blurred figure flung his weapon, pinning the leader's palm to the cart's beam.

A twig?

Seeing the projectile piercing his palm, the bandit leader's fear intensified.

A pair of purple eyes gazed over, deep and cold:

"Whose men are you? Why would you attack an envoy of Sparta? Speak truthfully, and I might consider sparing your life."

"I'm not..."

"Pugh!"

A flash of blood, and the twig impaling the bandit leader's palm brutally stirred within the wound, bringing an incomparable agony.