The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 915 - 57: Fight, I Want to See Blood Flow Like a River! (Last Day of Monthly Ticket Reward)_2

The Giant Dragon let out a furious roar, lifting its body in a manner none had anticipated, and with a vigorous tail whip, flung the Dwarf girl from the mine out of the fray.

Luo En immediately leaped up, catching the wavering, falling figure.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

At the same moment, light patterns thundered and flesh splattered as the Giant Dragon’s body was riddled with dozens of deep, bone-exposing wounds. Blood, golden as its name, surged from the injuries, and the dragon’s enormous body slid powerlessly down the Golden Mountain.

Seeing an opening, with the Golden Dragon’s Heart exposed amidst the shattered ribcage, Poetry God Bragi once again summoned a row of Rune Spells and launched them, preparing to finish off the Giant Dragon.

“No, don’t!”

As the Rune Spell’s explosive light was about to engulf the Giant Dragon, Eden in Luo En’s arms let out a mournful wail.

Luo En’s mind raced, and he activated the Divine Speed of the [Goat] to shift himself onto the Golden Mountain in a flash, Lightning Stone Fire. His entire body became a Magic Flow, forming a solid wall that blocked the incoming Rune Spells.

After a violent explosion, when the smoke showed Bragi unharmed, a deep wariness flashed in his eyes, followed by a dark, cold huff:

“Why stop me? Are you in league with these beasts?”

“This is the last of the three Upper Giant Dragons, it seems to still have its senses. We need to investigate the truth behind the Dragon Disaster; it’s an essential clue.”

Luo En, still holding the teary-eyed Eden, replied calmly.

“So what? This is our Asgard’s prey, how to deal with it is not up to you, a Midgardian to decide, get lost!” With a disdainful rejection, Bragi summoned a harp and began to pluck its strings.

The impassioned sound of the harp rippled forward, causing the Golden Mountain to collapse instantly, the Gold Blocks reduced to dust.

Seeing his aggressive opponent aiming to kill, a cold glint flashed in Luo En’s eyes; the gold beneath his feet transformed into dozens of Sharp swords, whistling as they shot out.

The Sharp blade lights smashed the sound waves and cut through the harp strings in one strike.

Caught off-guard, Bragi’s fingers were slashed with bloodstains, and the crimson Divine Blood flowed.

Feeling the intense pain, humiliation filled Bragi’s heart, his face turned ashen, and his good-looking face twisted into something fierce and hideous:

“Rebellion! A mere creation of Midgard dares to attack a Supreme God!”

Hearing the Poetry God’s roar, the Immortal Palace Guard awoke from their stupor, their rage united against a common foe as they drew swords and charged toward the Golden Mountain.

As Luo En hesitated to reveal his identity to quell the chaos, an icy Storm suddenly arose in the cave, flinging several of the Immortal Palace’s vanguard.

Feeling the bone-chilling cold, Heimdall immediately activated the Authority of the Guardian, resisting the ice storm, his eyes gleaming fiercely in the darkness as he stared ahead:

“Scadi, do you of Jotunheim also wish to meddle in this affair?”

“It has nothing to do with that.” A purple-garbed Goddess of Frost stepped forward, holding a delicate Cen Wood magic wand, her cold laughter preceding her advance, “I just want to settle the score for the sneak attack you just did!”

“We’ll see if you have the ability to.” Not to be outdone, Heimdall drew the Guardian Sword, lunging forward with a trail of vibrant rainbow light behind him.

Scadi countered with Rune Curses, the Frost and blade light scattered in every direction as the two Deities clashed.

War God Tyr intended to help, but a soft, round object was thrown from the shadows.

With the cave’s golden light as a guide, the sight of fluffy orange fur, and a small, soft body, Tyr’s rugged face involuntarily relaxed.

Oh, it’s just a cat…

But in the next moment, the orange cat suddenly opened its mouth wide, with dozens of crimson whiskers shooting out like octopus tentacles, aiming straight for Tyr’s face.

Tyr’s instinctual response was to roll away.

The crimson whiskers grazed his scalp and embedded themselves into the solid rock, slicing it as easily as a knife through tofu.

Following that, the orange cat raised its head and the whiskers retracted, swallowing a hundred and ten pounds of Gold rock into its stomach.

Watching the creature on the ground, unchanged in size, Tyr felt a chill in his heart.

What on earth is this thing?

“Yemengade, go, go, go, beat them up!”

As the owner of the cat, Scouty waved her tiny fists excitedly, cheering in a way that seemed to crave chaos.