The Greece Antagonist

"Boom!"

In an instant, thunder exploded across the sky, lightning slithered like venomous serpents around the cross spear, shooting toward its target.

The vast momentum, and the powerful authority it contained, made Luo En recall something.

—Zeus's Thunderbolt.

A divine armament crafted by Cyclops for the King of Gods himself, possessing unrivaled destructive power.

But clearly, Zeus wasn't so extravagant as to give his divine armament to a grandson lured in under false pretenses.

The one before him was likely a low-grade counterfeit with just a hint of thunderbolt's authority.

Plus, I've seen the real deal as a kid, who are you trying to scare with this junk?

Luo En snorted, his arms wrapped in divine power, reached forward and brutally tore through the dense lightning, grabbing the incoming cross spear.

The serpent of thunder vanished, the spearhead whimpered.

Caught it? With bare hands? Impossible!

Watching the scene, Peleus found it hard to believe, eyes wide with intense fear of this unexpected third party.

"Whoosh~~"

At this moment, white foam and bubbles surged on the ocean's surface, dark figures rapidly approached from beneath. Luo En's heart tightened. He gently placed Thetis, whose injuries he had momentarily stabilized, onto the back of a rising dolphin; the water-blue Great Whale behind him lifted its tail, slamming it heavily onto the sea.

Instantly, the rhythmic authority churned, the sea surface roiled violently, water columns as thick as barrels exploded into the air.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop!"

Creatures with spiny dorsal fins, and mouths full of sharp teeth, more fish-like than human, hadn't even breached the surface before being shredded into mash.

The revolting smell of blood and fish spread, and Thetis felt nauseous at the sight of the mangled creatures still tearing and devouring each other on the ocean's surface.

They had seen these beings before, cursed Atlanteans fallen from grace, usually dwelling in the ruins of sunken Atlantis, favoring the dark and cold, rarely surfacing.

The presence of these frenzied prisoners here meant...

Thetis lowered her gaze to the large and terrifying shadow in the sea region to one side, her pupils involuntarily shrinking.

"Splash~~"

The water churned wildly, and three massive creatures, each with fifty heads and a hundred hands, emerged from the sea.

Damn it, it's the three Hundred-Handed Giants squatting in the ruins of Atlantis!

This lineup really was digging a hole for Lord Bo.

Luo En cursed under his breath as he picked up Thetis, ready to flee.

However, as soon as he took a step, several sharp sounds of cutting air came from behind him.

Luo En, always on alert, turned his head and sidestepped, casually avoiding the arrows shot from behind. He glanced back at the attacker.

On the ocean surface, Peleus drew his bow, and, seeing the three Hundred-Handed Giants rushing towards him, declared with pride.

"She is mine! No matter where you flee, I will take her back, His Majesty the King of Gods will support me!"

Hearing the determined pursuit in his words, Thetis trembled, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her.

Indeed, this was the will of Zeus, unquestionable by any, even her own father, her sisters had chosen to steer clear.

Even if she fled, where could she go?

Just as Thetis was about to resign herself to fate and self-destruct, a faint murmur reached her ears.

"It seems I still owe you a favor?"

Before the sea nymph could react, the Gorgoneion Emblem she'd been clutching as a precious treasure was gently taken from her hands.

Immediately, the sea breeze howled, afterimages flickered.

In the blink of an eye, Peleus who had been blustering on the sea, was hoisted by the neck with one hand, lifted brutally.

A wave of suffocation hit him like a tide; Peleus, suspended in the air, flailed about helplessly, his purplish face filled with terror.

"Father God, save..."

Before he could utter his plea, his body was hurled away, like a cannonball fired, crashing towards the three approaching Hundred-Handed Giants.

As if out of an instinctive reaction to an annoying mosquito, the leading Hundred-Handed Giant swatted the flying object with a casual slap.

"Smack...!"

With a crisp sound, Peleus, armored and all, was reduced to a pulp.

Luo En, who had already covered some distance, looked back at the scattering components descending toward the sea and shrugged his shoulders, a mix of helplessness and sympathy on his face.

"It seems that in the eyes of that Father God, you weren't so important after all?"

"How could you kill him?"

Thetis, looking at the bloody scene, was dumbfounded.

Luo En protested his innocence with a just and righteous expression.

"Look carefully, don't frame a good person! I was merely returning a hostage; it was the Hundred-Handed Giants who squashed him!"

"That won't help if Zeus doesn't believe it..."

Thetis revealed the crux of the matter, looking at Luo En with a mix of resignation and reproach before drooping her head as if ready to accept her fate.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Why, we give His Majesty the King of Gods a hand, of course."

Luo En smiled mischievously, his face brimming with malevolent intentions.

"Since he wants Poseidon to officiate your wedding, why don't we just grant his wish?"

Thetis immediately grasped the mischief Luo En was planning...

In a nutshell, his way of solving problems was to overshadow existing issues with even bigger ones.

If the King of Gods wanted to set a trap for Poseidon, then they might as well comply with his desire, dragging Poseidon down by leading the three Hundred-Handed Giants chasing after them.