The Greece Antagonist

On the way to Albion's Tomb, after getting acquainted with the White Horse, everyone discovered it was a covert chatterbox.

"Do you know what it feels like to be ridden by a big gorilla all day?

That guy Gao Wen looks neat on the outside, but in reality, his muscle and bone density are terrifyingly strong, not much different from a Giant Dragon.

Plus, with that specially treated silver heavy armor on him, carrying him to the battlefield is almost like carrying a big gorilla.

And once he enters battle, his intelligence plummets instantly; he only sees his opponent.

Usually, unless he eliminates his opponent or determines a winner or loser, that guy never stops, no matter who comes.

There was once when he, in order to defeat a group of enemies, rode me charging in battle non-stop for three days and three nights, without sleep or rest.

It's more beastly than beasts!"

The Demon White Horse incessantly chattered along the way, continually revealing all sorts of dark history about the Sun Knight Gao Wen.

Clearly, it harbors quite a grudge against this former master.

"Any other comments besides these?" Luo En asked curiously.

"Although this guy is quite single-minded and not very bright, one has to admit he has many strengths—strong, strict, plain, and robust. Plus, he's very handsome and charismatic, just like the midday sun ray shining on the ground; though unbearably hot, yet dazzling, simply the ideal perfect knight, the noble prince in all feminine hearts!"

The more the Demon White Horse spoke, the more excited it became, even starting to gesticulate animatedly.

Hmm, full of emotion, very earnest response.

Combining so many advantages, no wonder Gao Wen would be considered the origin of the term "Prince on a White Horse" in the future.

But...

Luo En glanced downward, his eyes wandering a bit.

This horse seems to be female.

So, did the term "White Horse · Prince" originally have another meaning?

Just as Luo En's thoughts began to deviate, a shimmering lake came into view.

Albion's Tomb, arrived.

Swish swish...

A gentle breeze brushed through the woods, followed by the sound of rustling leaves and branches.

Everyone gazed in the direction of the sound, and before they could react, a white streak transformed into a comet streaking through the twilight's quietude—a fluffy body accurately hit the lower back of a certain white-haired mage, the mournful trembling sound of the tailbone's cry and the dull thud of a heavy object landing exploded simultaneously.

"Fwa~~ Fwa!"

With a shout of some sort, a small white beast resembling both a cat and a dog tensed its spine suddenly, and its hind claws shattered ice crystals formed by water vapor. In mid-air, it stirred up a ring of iridescent ripples, compressing seven layers of magical power. The trajectory of its toes springing into action tore through the air with Celtic rune-like sonic booms.

The tiny white body executed a double jump, spiraling, accelerating, and charging like a cannonball out of the barrel and landed on a certain handsome face with lightning speed.

Then, a pair of paws wrapped in cushioned pads began to stamp and kick against the handsome face beneath them, their attacks rapid as a violent storm.

One claw-shaped seal array after another appeared on the victim's magic robe, and with each stomp, rippling waves of magic-binding spread out.

The ground shook violently, and the intense magical fluctuation nearly suffocated the two nearby people and one horse.

Yet the great mage lying on the ground, enduring the torment, laughed so heartily that he couldn't catch his breath, as if someone was tickling him:

"Kasiparug, you evil beast! Ahahaha, you've finally shown your true colors, huh! Haha, so itchy, stop it!"

In the midst of a hasty greeting, someone pinched the nape of a white-haired evil beast, lifting it into the air, its four little paws pawing ineffectively.

Altria snapped back to her senses, curiously stepping forward to ask:

"Teacher, you know each other?"

"Yes, this is Kasiparug, heir of the Beast God Cornus, the legendary Fourth Beast."

Luo En pointed to his own ear, explaining half-truths,

"You know, I have a bit of elf blood, and I've dealt with this little guy before, sort of half-familiar."

The so-called "dealt with," of course, was at a physical level.

Back then, when the Nordic and Celtic divine war broke out, the Nordic Ginger Cat—World Serpent Jormangard, happened to face off against Celtic's Fourth Beast—the Three-Eyed Cat Demon Kasiparug.

Both sides fought fiercely, creating quite a grudge.

And as the feeder of Jormangard and commander of the Nordic army, he, naturally, was on the unwelcome list for Kasiparug.

The Fourth Beast?

The nearby Demon Horse was startled, looking at that small white guy with evident fear.

The once Danu Divine Race was governed by the [Four Great Thrones], among which Beast God Cornus was responsible for commanding all the beasts on the ground, ranking as the Fourth Throne.

After its divine disappearance, its offspring, the Three-Eyed Cat Demon Kasiparug, inherited its divine authority and was called the [Fourth Beast], equivalent to the candidate for the Fourth Throne.

And as a unique life form combining elf and magical beast, the Demon Horse's reverence for this future Beast God was almost ingrained into its bones due to its lineage.

In contrast, the two master and apprentice ahead were treating Kasiparug like an ordinary house cat, teasing it without any respect.

And this future Beast God oddly cooperated, even actively jumping onto Altria's shoulder, extending its fluffy little face to affectionately nuzzle.

Watching the intimate interaction between the person and the beast, Luo En understood that Kasiparug probably recognized Altria's identity.

He then smiled, lifting the disarmed Fourth Beast back: