Titan Gods! Typhon's Demon Army!
Upon seeing one familiar face after another flocking in the world of spirits, he was suddenly awakened and hurriedly constructed a protective spell, gritting his teeth as he glared at his dear disciple.
"Did you enter that door within the Elysian Fields?"
Luo En smiled without speaking, his hand waving goodbye with a teasing air as he quietly took steps backwards, leaving the main stage to the deeply resentful parties.
Within moments, the magenta barrier formed by the protective spell shattered under the continuous onslaught of the Old Gods, disintegrating into tiny specks of light dust, fully exposing the delicate and graceful figure of the Goddess Mingyue to the gaze of assorted demons and monsters.
Accompanied by waves of violent roars, several Old Gods, filled with grievances, dove towards Hecate, their menacing shadows almost swallowing all the light in the world of spirits.
Great Ancestor, keep fighting!
Sidled to the edge of the stage, a certain shameless spectator impartially cheered for both parties, his face full of schadenfreude and anticipation.
Having infiltrated the Netherworld three times, played mind games with demigods in the Mortal World, and schemed among the gods at Olympus... he had done so much, all for the sake of today's big scene, right?
Regardless, it had to be worth the price of admission.
Just as Luo En had made up his mind to fully enjoy the battle between the two sides, a crisp crashing sound echoed, and the pure black sphere created by the confluence of countless Old Gods' shadows surfaced with crack-like lines of light.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
The next moment, intense and dazzling firelight burst from within it, tearing through the darkness that enveloped the entire wilderness.
The shadows of numerous Old Gods emitted cries of pain, hurriedly fleeing the roaring flames. The previously sealed cage crumbled, revealing Hecate's graceful figure.
Proud reflections followed in the wilderness.
"If their true forms had come, I might have been slightly worried, but sadly, these are just a part of their imprinted wills—thinking to defeat me is far from enough."
"It doesn't seem as effortless as you describe..."
Luo En spoke softly, his gaze falling on the lantern shattered at Hecate's feet.
As a Triple Goddess, Hecate possessed at least three notable Authorities and Divine Artifacts.
If he wasn't mistaken, these would include the staff representing witchcraft and magic, the dagger representing intrigue and betrayal, and the torch representing paths and possibilities.
The former two were respectively inherited by Circe and Melinoe. The last, concerning the essence of Divinity, was firmly held in her own hands.
Clearly, like the Sigil of All-Encompassing Destruction symbolizing the 'dagger,' this 'lantern' was the manifested form of the 'torch.'
At the critical moment, she risked destroying her Origin Artifact to severely injure the encircling wills of the Old Gods and barely managed to escape, proving that the situation was far from as nonchalant as she described.
Seeing her charade uncovered, Hecate could no longer maintain her composed expression. Her face twitched with resentment as she glared at that disgraceful disciple watching from the sidelines.
"To think you would deceive and annihilate your ancestor by siding with these Old Gods against me, all my heartfelt efforts wasted on you."
"Doesn't this precisely prove how well you've taught?"
Luo En's face was alit with a smile, showing no hint of guilt.
Although initially, he learned witchcraft from Circe as a child, intending to inherit the staff representing magic and become a sorcerer,
in truth, it had always been Hecate herself teaching and urging him behind the scenes, the Goddess who commands night and intrigue.
Strictly speaking, all these schemes and ploys were learned from Hecate herself.
After being rebuked, an extremely vexed Hecate found herself at a loss for words, only managing to glare hatefully at her "good student" who truly inherited her legacy, slowly closing the distance.
However, the cunning disciple decisively released a signal indicating Hecate was severely injured, loudly stirring the Old Gods' shadows wandering the wilderness.
"Kill her, and you'll be free—go get her!"
Immediately, under Luo En's instigation, the remaining wills of the Old Gods mustered their strength and swarmed toward Hecate on the field.
The chief instigator himself, meanwhile, waved goodbye and smiled as he retreated.
As crazy Old Gods' shadows surged toward her, Hecate could do nothing but grit her teeth and cope, helplessly watching as her easy prey fled.
"Run, you might escape temporarily, but not for a lifetime; I will find you sooner or later!"
Hearing the threatening grunt filled with resentment from the wilderness behind him, Luo En sped up his pace as he swore under his breath.
Absurd! Truly absurd!
To think that so many Old Gods together in a melee could still let this woman bounce around like that.
But soon, he came to terms with it.
Had Hecate been so easy to handle, it wouldn't have been these Old Gods trapped in the Elysian Fields dream.
The Triple Goddess Nyx...
The Triple Goddess Hecate...
Her origin, after all, is among the supreme gods of the Dionysian Sect; without a few tricks up her sleeve, how could she possibly hold the title of Queen of Hell amidst the chaos of the Netherworld?
Luo En stood at the edge of the spirit world, gazing back into the wilderness at Hecate, surrounded by the wills of the Old Gods, constantly searching for a 'path,' his eyes flickering mysteriously.
It seems the plan must be advanced.
In the shadowy cave, the Gorgoneion Emblem on Luo En's chest quietly flashed and hummed.