The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 745 - 146 This Scum Taste, Very Pure_2

Chapter 745: Chapter 146 This Scum Taste, Very Pure_2 Chapter 745: Chapter 146 This Scum Taste, Very Pure_2 Blasphemy, a deathly offense!

The mere hint of that terrible divine authority struck Cassandra first, as if struck by lightning, her complexion turning instantly pale as paper, with traces of golden-red blood spilling from the corners of her mouth.

However, facing such hellish pressure and chilling intent to kill, Cassandra hesitated only for half a second before lifting her arm unhesitatingly and stabbing repeatedly at the forehead, neck, and chest of the guardian statue.

It must be said, the woman who dared to strip and play seductress in front of the Greece chief god, and after realizing her mistake, pretended to be calm and redressed, certainly had exceptional mental fortitude.

Once they made a choice, they would usually walk down that chosen path without looking back.

“Bang!”

With the guardian statue on the altar covered with web-like cracks, it explosively burst apart.

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The thunder gathered in the clouds, as if losing its abode, surged brainlessly towards the battlefield outside Troy.

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At this moment, Diana looked at the suddenly confused Paris and the rapidly descending thunderbolt in the sky, and without hesitation, raised her arms to clash powerfully, her gilded Divine Power Bracelets instantly unleashing a violent shockwave.

Paris, standing there dazed, was swept away like a leaf in a storm, flying hundreds of meters before crashing heavily against Troy’s wall.

Before the handsome prince could rise, a cold bronze short sword was placed against his neck, the blade lightly pressed to mark a bloody line on his skin.

Paris’s face filled with panic, his body shaking like a sieve, completely losing his previous bravery.

In fact, he was also confused.

His mind buzzed, his memories fragmented and broken, as if countless conductive steel needles stirred inside; his body also pained excruciatingly, as fresh wounds like baby mouths appeared on his skin, incessantly bleeding.

He didn’t know how he got there, how he was injured.

But at this moment, instinct told him that survival was of the utmost importance.

“Don’t, don’t kill me! I’ll do anything!”

Paris, tears and snot flowing, pleaded pitifully to the bronze sword’s bearer.

Diana slightly stunned, then sneered:

“Well, how about trading Clytemnestra’s life for yours?”

“No problem!”

Paris nodded frantically, without a hint of hesitation.

Meanwhile, a blonde beauty standing on the city walls, watching the battle, was incredulous.

She was none other than the former Queen of Mycenae—Clytemnestra herself. Today, she had wanted to observe closely her lover’s courageous performance on the battlefield but ended up witnessing such a disgraceful side of him.

Seeing this, Diana couldn’t hide her disdain:

“If you’re so afraid of death, why did you engage in the affair of seducing another’s wife?”

“I, I don’t know…”

Paris responded with a blank face, his heart surging with an intense desire to confess.

“After arriving in Mycenae, it seemed like a voice told me to do it…”

At this moment, the Queen of Mycenae on the city walls also fell into contemplation.

It seemed she had the same feeling, as if an invisible force in the depths of fate had driven her to make such choices.

Suddenly, Paris’s eyes brightened, as if he’d found the answer:

“I know now, it must be that woman who has cursed me behind my back! She couldn’t stand being lonely; it has nothing to do with me!”

The Trojans, who joined the battle, were all shocked by Paris’s desperate attempts to absolve himself and his disgraceful behavior while fighting to save his life. They looked at the prince with disdain and disappointment.

And above the wall, the Queen of Mycenae turned pale and sank into deep confusion.

So, how did I ever fall for such a person? To think I was bewitched to the extent of abandoning my son and daughter to elope with him?

Seeing Paris’s wretched performance on the battlefield, Luo En was not surprised at all.

Because in the original epic, this Prince of Troy was indeed a despicable coward.

Faced with challenges from Greek heroes, he was terrified and would hide among friends, attempting to make friends and his brother Hector take the blows for him. Even the usually good-natured Hector openly scolded his brother for cowardice.

After a forced battle and injury, Paris turned to his abandoned wife—the Nymph Onone, pleading for aid. Onone rejected him, and, desperate for survival, he shifted the blame to his eloped partner Helen, trying to clear his name with his wife:

“Noble wife, I am in pain, please don’t resent me. The cruel Fate Goddess brought Helen before me, causing me to leave you. It’s not my fault. I swear by the gods, by our past love, I beg you, have compassion on me, heal my wounds with your medicine, relieve me from this unbearable pain…”

Above, but that was clearly recorded in the epic “Iliad.”

At this moment, Paris, fully exposed for his true self, had already begun to act recklessly to save his life,

“Spare me, I am willing to expel Clytemnestra from Troy and make an eternal treaty with Greece!”

Seeing Diana remained indifferent, he angrily turned to the Trojans behind him and issued a command.

“What are you standing there for? Put down your weapons, do you want to kill me!”

“Shut up!”

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Just then, a figure leapt down from the city wall, roaring angrily, and his long spear, shooting like a meteor, smashed Diana’s bronze short sword from her hand.

Hector? Had the boy woken up?

Diana, thrilled by the prospect of battle, was about to advance when a dazzling gold brilliance lit up the city of Troy, and several golden arrows, formed from flames, shot towards her.

Sensing the pure divine power within them, Diana was forced to retreat hastily.

Below, Hector took this opportunity to grab his brother, who lay paralyzed on the ground, and with the demoralized Trojans, returned to the city.

“Lock him in my tent! Without my command, nobody is allowed to let him out!”

As soon as he entered, Hector, with a steely face, immediately issued the order to the Trojans around him.

The soldiers respectfully nodded, contemptuously dragged the nearly liquefied Paris away from the scene.

Compared to this pretty boy, who shamelessly begged for his life, they naturally trusted Hector, the great prince who had truly earned his fame.

Watching his troublesome brother being dragged away, Hector sighed and turned back.

“You shouldn’t have done that…”

“Are you saying I should just watch you die in battle, or watch Troy perish?”

Cassandra asked coolly as she descended from the city wall.

Hector shook his head, his eyes full of gloom and helplessness.

“We cannot change fate, what difference would your struggle make?”

“How would we know without trying? It’s pure foolishness to knowingly follow a path to death.”

Cassandra seriously looked at her brother Hector, who had resigned himself to fate, and smiled indifferently.

“Since none of you will heed my prophecy, I will personally sound the alarm and lead you to the path we ought to take.”

“Father will kill you…”

Hector cast a worried glance at the Great Temple shrouded in thick smoke within the city.

“Even if you get past father, He probably won’t spare you.”

“But, you will protect me.”

Cassandra smiled faintly, her tone full of certainty.

Protect?

Yes, as long as he was alive, he would never abandon his family and people.

This obvious trait really made him easy to manipulate.

Hector gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and looked helplessly at his sister, who from some point had begun to deviate from the norms.

“You must have a further plan, right?”

Cassandra glanced at the cheering crowds outside the city and replied gravely:

“Tonight, he should come again.”

“Good, then I’ll trust you this once!”

Hector took a deep breath as if finally resolving on a decision, tightly gripped the long spear in his hand, and turned to face a squad of Divine Blood Guard, majesticly approaching from the Royal Palace.

“Come, let’s go see father first.”

Watching the determined stride, Cassandra felt a multitude of emotions.

Finally, her apocalyptic prophecy had gained its first follower, and the wheels of Troy were also starting to turn onto a different path.

Unknown, yet filled with limitless possibilities.