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Chapter 739: Chapter 143 Start Praying! Start Praying! Chapter 739: Chapter 143 Start Praying! Start Praying! The first battle was lost, and Agamemnon felt disgraced.

Subsequently, after leading his remaining defeated soldiers from the battlefield, he darkly entered his own tent.

“Back so soon? It seems your luck isn’t very good.”

A languid voice emanated from the throne as a ravishing figure lay sideways behind a curtain, gently swirling a crystal glass in her pale, slender fingers, containing wine as crimson as blood under the radiance of the fluorite lamp, presenting an alluring hue.

She was a woman whose appearance immediately inspired thoughts of “bed,” her dark purple hair sprawled over her half-bare shoulders like snakes, her tempting face radiated a soul-stealing charisma, and her seductive body made one itch to strip her bare and forcefully ravage her beneath them.

However, merely glancing from afar, Agamemnon quickly bowed his head, suppressing the somewhat uncontrollable Divine Blood within him, as a faint sense of fear and apprehension arose in his heart.

For both the perished Golden Humans and their hardened Mycenaean ancestor had set an example for him.

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Behind that seductive guise lay nothing but poison and serpents—this woman’s true nature.

“Lady Pandora, I apologize, I have failed,”

Agamemnon humbly confessed, but he soon shifted the focus of his speech to vent his frustrations.

“However, I can explain! Those Divine Guards you sent suddenly went berserk just as I was seizing the opportunity to attack! I suspect there’s someone behind this, so to be safe, I had to pull back and await your further instructions.”

Seeing Agamemnon shifting the blame onto her, Pandora lifted her lotus arm to part the curtain, smilingly retorting:

“So, you mean to say failing to merge with Sparta and not conquering Troy is all my fault?”

“I dare not!”

Feeling an invisible pressure, King Agamemnon quickly shook his head, trembling as he tried to exonerate himself.

“For, for Your Majesty’s grand ambition, it’s always good to be cautious…”

Upon hearing this, a slight fear flickered in Pandora’s eyes, then she cleverly sidestepped the topic of blame, lightly huffing:

“Being a bit cautious isn’t wrong, and those clay figures going out of control was indeed unusual; it must have been an intervention by the deities.”

“Troy has divine patrons as well?”

Agamemnon shuddered internally, his face souring.

According to that person’s statement, the gods and heroes had already vanished.

With the personal promise of Divine King Zeus, coupled with Enchantress Pandora’s help, no one should be able to halt Mycenae’s expansion and consolidation.

And yet, he first hit a wall in Sparta, followed by a divine assault on the battlefield of Troy.

This consecutive misfortune made him deeply question whether Mycenae truly possessed the Heavenly Destiny to dominate Greece as told by that Majesty.

If the answer was no, he would have to reconsider his plans to attack Troy.

After all, how could mortals possibly fight against deities?

Seeing a flicker of doubt on Agamemnon’s face, Pandora’s eyes flashed with disdain before she softly consoled:

“Even the greatest divine patronage cannot overpower the edicts of fate. Since his Majesty has personally promised you, he will surely deliver. He is the Guardian God of Mycenae, after all—how could he harm you?”

“Your words make sense.”

Agamemnon nodded, seemingly persuaded, but soon he still looked troubled.

“But how can I, a mere mortal, battle against deities?”

Saying this, Agamemnon cast a pleading look towards Pandora on the throne, the implication clear.

“No, we don’t need to fight against deities; isn’t it better to let others handle this trouble?” Pandora shook her head, hinting profoundly, “Don’t forget, the Alliance is a collective.”

Realizing her point, Agamemnon had a revelation:

“Are you suggesting…”

“Step back and let the other city-states chew on the tough bone that is Troy.”

Pandora responded bluntly, her beautiful eyes shimmering.

“When tigers fight, no matter who dies or gets hurt, it only benefits Mycenae’s hegemony…”

“That may be true, but I am not the leader of the Alliance, I fear the heroes and soldiers from other city-states will not heed my command.”

Agamemnon wore a wry smile, somewhat regretting the wager he had made with his sister-in-law Helen in Sparta.

“Besides, even if I want to withdraw, it still depends on the leader’s willingness.”

Pandora rolled her eyes at Agamemnon, frowning coldly: “Isn’t that a foolish act you decided on your own?”

Agamemnon, knowing he was at fault, sheepishly bowed his head.

Pandora pondered for a moment, her tempting face revealing a dangerous smile.

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“It’s easy to get Helen to replace you willingly, just sacrifice your daughter Iphigenia to the gods, for the [victory of the Alliance]…”

Upon hearing this, Agamemnon’s face paled.

Iphigenia was the child he shared with his wife Clytemnestra and Helen’s niece.

Admiring Helen who ruled Sparta as a woman, Iphigenia had emulated her aunt from a young age, becoming a priestess of the Moon Temple, and had followed Helen to Sparta to study the Magic Secret Ceremony for a time, practically her half-disciple.

By sacrificing Iphigenia to the gods, Helen would indeed likely step in to prevent it, thus giving him an excuse to withdraw from the siege.

But what if? What if Helen didn’t appear, would he really have to burn his own daughter in public?