The Greece Antagonist

Inside the Storm Temple.

The pungent scent of blood spread, and an atrocious act of regicide was unfolding.

Baal curved the five fingers of his right hand into claws, grinning viciously as he pierced through Yi Le's flesh and bone, groping within the chest cavity of his elderly father.

"Poof!"

Golden Divine Blood spattered, and a luminous entity composed of countless Canaan Divine Texts was forcibly ripped out by him.

Found it, the World Essence of Canaan!

Baal raised the luminous entity high with a bloodstained face, revealing a fierce and excited smile.

Rumble!

At this moment, a cluster of thunderstorms crazily gathered above Safan Mountain, incessantly striking down purple-red thunderbolts as thick as barrels, bringing an apocalyptic atmosphere as if heralding the fall of the Old Gods and the rise of the New Gods.

As if sensing this omen, the seas of Canaan and the Netherworld shook violently, with waves rising thousands of feet high and the earth cracking with chasms.

Hmph, don't be hasty.

Once I absorb this Essence, I'll reunite you with Father King immediately!

Baal grinned viciously, opening his mouth to swallow the World Essence he had grasped.

However, as he raised his hand, he involuntarily shivered, and the hair on his body stood on end.

Swish!

At the same time, a blazing white meteor dragged a long tail of flames, ripped through the dusky sky, plummeting straight towards Safan Mountain.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the Storm Temple at the summit of Safan Mountain seemed to be struck by a giant axe from the heavens, collapsing instantly.

Anat staggered up from the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood and looking around.

Beneath the enveloping dust, an uninvited guest stood gracefully.

Pearlescent Light Feathers fell from his body like a cascade of gemstones falling to the Mortal World.

It's him!

That Jing Gu! The monster capable of rivaling two Origin Gods by himself!

Anat's pupils shrank dramatically, feeling an instinctual fear grow in her heart.

But before she could calm down, the receding dust revealed a scene more terrifying and heart-wrenching:

Her brother and lover—Baal, was kneeling on one knee in a deep pit, his once handsome face contorted with extreme pain, one arm missing, with golden Divine Blood gushing from the wound.

Unfortunately, it was the left arm…

Luo En glanced at the arm in his hand and regretfully tossed it to the ground.

The Authority of Flames was activated, and blazing white flames erupted, incinerating the arm to ash.

Meanwhile, Baal, in the pit, raised his desperately preserved right hand and viciously plunged it into his chest.

The rending of flesh and bone sent sprays of blood outward.

But simultaneously, the World Essence, representing Canaan's Divine Era origin, was successfully embedded into his body.

To confront this monster from Babylon as a mere Divine King offered not a trace of victory.

Only by absorbing the World Essence obtained from Father God Yi Le could he stand a chance against the opponent, seeking life amidst certain death.

A surge of powerful Origin Divine Power erupted from Baal's body, rapidly regenerating the flesh at his severed arm and causing his aura to escalate sharply.

Attempting to forcefully step into Origin?

Luo En's eyes sharpened as twelve pairs of Light Wings unfolded behind him, with each feather erupting into a supernova-like blaze, instantly dispersing the thunderclouds over tens of thousands of miles of sky.

Simultaneously, the unsealed Flame Demon Sword Leivatin fell into his grasp.

Powerful Origin Divine Power infused the sword, leaving burning scorch marks in the fabric of space as it passed, scattering the clouds like ragged cotton batting.

Seeing the Flame of Judgment capable of incinerating all things descending from the sky, and smelling the scent of death, Baal screamed in terror:

"Anat, help me!"

The sudden events left him with his sister and lover Anat as the only ones capable of holding the opponent at bay, buying time for the fusion of the World Essence.

And Anat did not let her brother down.

Even when faced with the seemingly insurmountable gap, the Canaan War Goddess did not flinch, donning Molten Battle Armor, with seven Bloodthirsty Long Swords revolving behind her as a ring of death, gathering all her Divine Power for an aggressive strike.

Blood light clashed with flame light, and at the moment of contact, ignited the entire sea of clouds over the Storm Temple, causing the space to crack like a mirrored surface,

But within a single breath, the blood light had evaporated completely, unable to halt the advance of the flame light and the descent of the sword.

Glancing at her brother behind, Anat gritted her silver teeth, her face twisted with determination.

She raised a hand to pierce her own chest, extracting a crystal of a bizarre crimson color, imbued with tremendous Divine Power.

Divine Core?

Luo En's pupils contracted, a foreboding sensation welling up inside him.

Simultaneously, Anat clenched her fingers, crushing the Divine Core into powder, and her body exploded with a resounding crash.

Divinity surged, Divine Blood splattered.

Thousands of war goddesses wielding Bronze Sword and Shield were born, forming a flesh-and-blood tower reaching into the skies, securing Baal within.

To go to such lengths for her lover, truly impressive.

Luo En's eyes betrayed a hint of admiration, yet the Divine Might of the Flame Demon Sword in his hand reached its zenith.

Admiration is to honor the brave!

To act is to assault the enemy!

The two are not in conflict.

For to the hero enemy, mine are foes to be vanquished.

For these enemies, the highest honor is to annihilate them completely!