The Greece Antagonist

Night fell on Mount Olympus, within the Temple of Hestia.

A figure as fast as lightning flickered and darted about the room, splitting from one to two, two to four, and in an instant, thousands of doppelgangers filled every nook and cranny of the temple.

"Hum!"

Accompanied by an ethereal resonance in the air, the afterimages of running, jumping, dodging, and moving started to fade and return to nothingness, leaving behind only the true figure stretching lazily in the center of the temple.

Perfect!

Luo En twisted his neck and looked back at the goat shadow with satisfaction, nodding his head.

This third incarnation named "Goat" had endowed him with the power of "Extreme Speed," a legacy passed down from Hermes.

At the same time, based on the "Goat's" own nature, the more complex the terrain, such as in valleys and mountains, the more agile his movements would become.

And the "Goat's" "Extreme Speed" combined with the "Bull's" "Immense Strength" would inevitably greatly enhance Luo En's combat capabilities, bringing about a qualitative leap forward for him.

However, that was the future.

For now, Luo En could only easily harness a single incarnation; fusing more than one authority at the same time would take some time and thought to gradually figure out.

Time, ah, time.

Luo En glanced at the waning moon now high in the sky and shook his head reluctantly, preparing to go to bed to meditate and fall asleep. He needed to recover his state and save his energy to watch the exciting events of the next day.

However, just as he took a step, the unusual friction and tugging sensation of his clothes made Luo En stiffen, and he looked down at himself.

There he saw a tent raised high, the exceedingly hard sword at the brink of unsheathing; with the slightest movement, it threatened to pierce through its confines.

This lustful goat, truly incorrigible!

Luo En's face darkened as the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The "Goat's" power of "Extreme Speed" was certainly quite convenient.

However, it seemed that there was an inconvenient side effect after using it excessively.

That was a heightened desire and an increased craving for mating.

In fact, this was precisely in line with the nature of Pan and the "Goat."

Although goats are normally docile, during their rutting season, their temper turns extremely volatile and lustful, especially the males. At this time, goats become frenzied in their attempts to secure a mate, attacking their peers with abandon, much like being possessed by a demon.

Therefore, in later Christian religious paintings, goats representing selfishness, cruelty, and lasciviousness have been characterized as demons, placed on the left to suffer in hell. In contrast, their counterpart "sheep" are generally seen as meek and docile creatures, symbolizing the righteous, standing to the right to enjoy blessings under Jesus's judgment.

Over-relying on the power of "demons" naturally brings some demonic influence.

And the essence of this goat-headed demon is probably—"Lust" and "Lewdness"?

Had I known earlier, I should have castrated this lustful goat before taking action.

Luo En recalled the records about Pan's disposition, silently cursing in his heart and his eyes flashing with a grim killing intent,

In fact, from the very first encounter, he had sentenced that goat head to death in his heart.

Because he smelled an eerily familiar stench on Pan.

That scent wasn't from the "Goat" but from the Centaurs he had encountered before.

That is to say, those Centaur tribes scattered across Arcadia were not wild bandits but privately bred soldiers.

Otherwise, how could they have acquired such sophisticated weapons and equipment given their level of civilization?

And Pan, was very likely the "Shepherd" hidden behind the Centaur tribes.

During the next day's extermination of the Centaur tribe, some traces at the scene also corroborated Luo En's speculation.

The special hoof prints on the trail didn't belong to Centaurs but were similar to the marks left by goat hooves, obviously belonging to the "Shepherd"—Pan (see Chapter 158).

This guy, as lustful as the Centaurs but being a genuine deity of Arcadia, couldn't overtly rob and plunder.

So, the Centaurs that captured beautiful creatures of the opposite sex were the troops Pan sent out on his lustful hunts.

It's just that the Centaurs, used to being overbearing in Arcadia, accidentally bumped into this obstacle of orichalcum—himself—and consequently caused their annihilation.

Realizing something was amiss, the goat head hurriedly left its lair and followed Luo En's trail to the camp of the gods to investigate.

Otherwise, how could Pan so coincidentally appear in front of the gods' camp right after the Centaurs were annihilated, switch his nature for stinginess, and eagerly offer his services?

As for accidentally stepping into a trap and being half-dead from his magic trap explosion...

Hehe, if it weren't for the guilt in his heart, wanting to see who obliterated the Centaur tribe and the individual that even he shouldn't mess with, why would the goat head deliberately seek out the shadows?

Based on all of the above, Luo En actively took on the task of escorting Pan home and confirmed through a series of tests that this lustful goat was indeed the mastermind behind the Centaur tribe.

Initially, he was wondering how to set a trap for this lustful goat.

But Pan was indeed blinded by lust; his Centaur troops hadn't cooled down, and he already exposed his covetousness towards Artemis's Nymphs in a cave.

Luo En immediately planned to divert the trouble eastward by persuading Pan to trouble Apollo and lay hands on the even more beautiful Muses.

Sure enough, that goat head lived up to its reputation for audaciousness. With just a few hints and some incitement, he wanted to snatch a Muse from Apollo, to satisfy his carnal desires.

Thus, with Luo En's successive provocations, the bold Pan, who put his thoughts into action, naturally landed in Apollo's hands.

Of course, Apollo would not have been able to kill him with a single arrow so easily without a "gentle push" from Luo En.

But since that God of Light generously acknowledged it in public, these minor details were not important anymore.

As for Pan's wish to take care of the Muses in place of Apollo...

Luo En looked at the eager sword at his waist, wanting to unsheathe itself, and touched his forehead helplessly.

Well, considering how much that little lamb had given, it wouldn't be too much for him to inherit this legacy.

If he wasn't mistaken, Apollo was going to be in trouble tomorrow.

In the darkness, Luo En gazed towards the Great Temple, his eyes flickering dimly.

~~

The next day, at the Great Temple.

Zeus, who had returned from the Mortal World, sat alone on his golden throne, and after brief deliberation, he issued an official judgement for Poseidon, who was brought forth in chains.

"Poseidon, you have slain the offspring of Olympus (King Minos), massacred the beings of Crete Island, and thus tarnished the glory of the gods. Therefore, you shall be stripped of your divine authority and exiled to the Mortal World for seven years, to serve mortals and atone for your sins!"

The gods nodded in agreement with this verdict.

And Poseidon, who had already been imprisoned for several days, no longer harbored any thoughts of resistance under Zeus's absolute authority and could only hang his head and swallow the bitter fruit in humiliation.

Then, Zeus's gaze moved past the now submissive Poseidon to another figure standing tall with chest out and a still defiant stance, a flash of cold light in his eyes as he declared in a cold voice.

"As for you, Apollo, for killing Hermes's offspring (Pan) and exterminating the Centaur tribe of Arcadia, since you share the same crime as Poseidon, you should receive the same punishment!"

Instantly, a look of astonishment emerged on the faces of the gods present.

Artemis hastily stood up from her divine seat, loudly defending her brother.

"It was Pan and the Centaurs who attacked us first!"

"Indeed, I can vouch for that."

Luo En, representing Hestia, rose to his feet in support, playing his part well.

However, perhaps due to Apollo's proud nature, which had offended many deities in the past, the situation in the hall was still not looking positive, despite the support from Artemis and Hestia.

Hermes, the aggrieved party, glared angrily, naturally wishing for Apollo to be punished;

Ares and Aphrodite gloated on the side;

Athena and Hephaestus remained detached as if the issue did not concern them;

And the remaining Hera, Queen of the Heavens, and Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture, abstained from voting due to their absence.

Among the silent and spectating crowd, Luo En and Artemis's defenses seemed somewhat pale and weak.

Seeing this situation, Apollo on the floor of the temple still showed no fear, stubbornly arching his neck and retorted directly to Zeus on the throne.

"Why? I refuse to accept this!"

"Why?"

Zeus was amused to anger, standing up from his divine seat, his right hand making a gesture in the air.

As Luo En and Artemis, who had stood up from their divine seats to speak for Apollo, felt an overwhelming force hit them, they were forcefully pressed back into their seats, unable to move even slightly.

And with the sound of dull thunder, the whole Great Temple fell instantly silent.

"Why? Because I am the King of Olympus!"

A thunderous roar echoed within the temple as Zeus swept his hands down, calling down thunderbolts from the heavens onto Apollo and Poseidon.

In an instant, the two figures struck by lightning writhed in agony, their bodies trembling and twisting as their divinity rapidly evaporated, before they vanished into that extreme light.

The gods looked at the now empty center of the hall, the two charred marks left behind on the ground, and His Majesty the King of Gods Zeus, standing before the steps, and they fell silent, chilled to the bone.

Even though Zeus had imposed punishment without a formal vote, not a single deity dared to question His Majesty the King of Gods' "justice."

Because, in the world of gods, once the veneer of respectability is torn away, might is the true justice!

"Okay, they have been exiled to Thessaly for seven years to reflect on their actions."

Zeus glanced at the two charred marks on the ground, murmured faintly, then swept his gaze across the assembly of gods, smiling as he inquired.

"So, is there any other matter that requires my adjudication?"

Each deity swept by his gaze hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to meet the eyes of the smiling but cunning King of Gods.

Thessaly, that was the ancient battleground of the Titanomachy.

In those days, Titan King Cronus and his brothers, who were Titans, had occupied Mount Othrys. Zeus and his siblings had taken Mount Olympus.

Both sides, vying for ultimate authority, had waged fierce battles in the region of Thessaly, thereby establishing the rule of Olympus.

But at the same time, that war also created Thessaly's treacherous geographical environment and left behind a host of Titans descendants who harbored enmity towards Olympus.

Thus, one can imagine the kind of days Apollo and Poseidon would face in Thessaly.

By using Apollo and Poseidon as examples to warn the assembly of gods, Zeus swept his gaze over the silent deities, nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand forwarding, and vanished in a flash of lightning.

"Since you all agree with this judgement, let us put an end to both matters."

Hearing Zeus declare the hearing concluded, the gods with various expressions began to leave the hall.

And the nine Muses, suddenly without a Chief God's protection, looked bewilderedly towards the empty hall, and at the two figures left on the divine throne.