The Greece Antagonist

The world seemed to have fallen into total silence. Under the shroud of darkness, the passage of time, the dimensions of space, and all five human senses vanished, as life seemed to rewind to the chaotic origin, imprisoned within the void's cage, accompanied by eternal solitude. Until the end of the earth and heavens, until the universe turned to ashes. "—From origin comes light, its form is flame. O immortal Sun, please bestow upon me a shining steed, bring forth the golden light, and disperse the darkness—Ninth Incarnation·White Horse!" Accompanied by the solemn chanting of holy words, a golden Wheel covered in dense runes emerged, lighting up its ninth sector. A divine White Horse neighed and pranced, soaring into the eastern sky like an arrow released from the bow, transforming into a burning orb of daylight, racing through the star nebula, tearing through the boundless Chaos, trying to redraw the line between day and night, harmonize light and dark, and return a clear and stable world. But this galloping White Horse could only illuminate a limited area around it, unable to effectively counter the Divine King Level Authority that affected the entire micro-world. Moreover, what Theia, one of the Twelve Titans, governed was not merely the light, but also the vision and many senses that came with it. "Die, insect!" Seeing his plan succeed, Kronos watched Luo En, who stood on the spot like a headless fly, and sneered with a swing of the Giant Scythe. To the left! In the depths of the gloom, Luo En felt a sinister, cold blade sweeping diagonally and instinctively dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the Giant Scythe that easily cut through space. But before he could catch his breath, Luo En's hair stood on end again as he looked up into the murky sky above, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinholes. Above! In the illumination of the Ninth Incarnation White Horse, several searing stars fell from the sky, smashing down upon the area. The intense gaze of space forced Luo En to refrain from dodging; he could only raise his shield to protect his vitals and draw his long spear, sweeping through the air and relying on Divine Power to shatter the stars summoned by Kronos with his Authority. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Amid the violent roars like the explosion of a constant star, Luo En was blasted a hundred miles away, his golden feathers shedding and his arm bones nearly pulverized. My Divine Power is stronger, but his Authority is of a higher specification! Realizing the respective advantages and disadvantages, Luo En stabilized himself above the sea in the micro-world, with the Great Whale and the Crown emerging behind him. The First Incarnation's Sea Protection from Sea God Poseidon and the Life Blessing from the Seventh Incarnation Demeter worked together for his Healing, allowing his nearly shattered arm bones to mend at a visibly rapid rate. Of course, Kronos, having landed a successful blow, would not give Luo En a chance to breathe; he raised his hand to shield his eyes, disdainfully glancing at the sun rising in the chaos, a sneer on his face. Light? The entire world was forged by the Titans! Do you also wish to become the master of everything? The pursuing Titan King subtly raised his hand and made a forceful grabbing motion toward the sun being dragged by the White Horse on the sea's surface, shouting ominously. "Hyperion Light Devour!" Kronos raised his pitch-black Giant Scythe, seeming to swing it casually, and a stark sensation of tearing through heaven and earth enveloped them, as if effortlessly cutting a Great Chasm through the world. Luo En instinctively boosted the Authority of the White Horse to its peak, letting the surrounding light shine even brighter, while simultaneously raising the Gun of Nation Creation in his hand to block Kronos's Giant Scythe. But in the next instant, the world went dark. Light— Had torn, light. Or rather, light had devoured, light! The bright arc from the swing of the scythe horrifyingly extinguished the "Sun" being pulled by the White Horse. Following that, a dazzling stream of light ploughed through the micro-world's sea surface. Where the blade's edge reached, waves tumbled, and islands manifested from Luo En's will crumbled under the terrifying spiritual pressure, dissolving into glittering dust in succession. Suddenly, the whole micro-world started shaking violently, showing signs of imminent collapse. "It seems, your light is not stronger than mine," Kronos declared, looking down on the defeated foe with a sneer. How could Apollo's inherited "light" compare to the brilliance of Hyperion, the father of light among the Twelve Titans, an ancient Sun God? Light, you say? Luo En murmured softly, his right hand drawing a golden cup from the Magic Circle Diagram, pouring the dark red wine onto the sea's surface while solemnly pondering. "—Strong and powerful Fire of Light, the greatest among all Origins, I offer you wine and song!" In an instant, a golden Flames billowed on the sea, spiraling upward with tons of water, forming a giant torch-like burning tree. Under the illumination of the Flames, a multitude of ethereal figures flickered in and out of existence. Among them were the old and young, nobles and paupers, Sages and prisoners... But without exception, they all joined hands in prayer, singing in unison. "Holy! Holy! Holy! The glorious might of our Lord, filling the whole earth!" The voice of one, the voices of millions. A single lamp, the light of millions! Stars, robbed of light, have emerged from the Chaos with their calling, reigniting the dim micro-world, mending the spatial rift caused by the clash of Great Gods, and restoring everything to stability. Witnessing this scene, Kronos was suddenly reminded of an unpleasant memory, his face growing dark. Back then, they, as the Old Gods, were replaced by the Olympian Gods because of such absurd faith.