The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 727 - 136 Shes Repeating My Own Words_2

Chapter 727: Chapter 136: She’s Repeating My Own Words!_2 Chapter 727: Chapter 136: She’s Repeating My Own Words!_2 If the gods of War God Mountain were still around, they certainly wouldn’t dare to entertain any wild fantasies.

But now, times had changed, and nearly two hundred years had passed since the disappearance of the gods. Formerly brotherly city-states started to wage war against each other over issues of interests, territorial disputes, and personal grudges rooted in blood. The title of Athens’ Alliance Hierarch had become nothing more than an empty name.

Given such circumstances, why couldn’t that seat be taken by them, the Spartans?

Moreover, they could take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of this woman who had long been a weight over their heads.

As soon as she became someone’s wife, she would automatically lose the position of Temple High Priest, as well as her eligibility to exercise royal power.

By then, whether Sparta expanded its borders or restored its traditions, there would no longer be any obstacles.

The Elders whispered among themselves, their gazes turning increasingly malicious as they looked at Helen.

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Seeing the crowd tilting in his favor, Agamemnon watched his niece, beautiful as a Goddess, with a burning passion in his eyes.

It had to be said that as the famously renowned most beautiful woman in Greece, Helen’s appearance surpassed that of her sister’s.

Once he took her as his wife, he’d be able to enjoy the service of Greece’s number one beauty and gain the Spartan army. Then, he could form a powerful alliance to replace Athens as the Alliance Hierarch, truly a case of reaping multiple benefits with one action.

However, a clear, cold snort pulled Agamemnon back to reality:

“My sister is suffering in Troy, and as her husband, instead of thinking about rescuing her as soon as possible, you’re actually trying to marry me off. Could it be just to take the chance to swallow up Spartan military power?”

Helen’s reminder brought the Elders, who were dazzled by the grand prospect, back to their senses, their looks at Agamemnon turning more scrutinizing and wary.

Frustrated that his scheme hadn’t succeeded, Agamemnon couldn’t help but snort angrily:

“Your sister, that harlot, said she was abducted, yet didn’t she fall for the pretty boy from Troy and throw herself at him? Not only did she elope with an outsider, but she also took treasures and maidservants from my Royal Palace. I, as the king, suffered such humiliation. If the Spartans maintain this arrogant attitude and are unwilling to show some sincerity in forming an alliance, I fear it will be hard to convince the Mycenaeans to dispatch troops for you!”

“How is it? Since deception failed, now you resort to threats?”

Looking at Agamemnon with his facade torn, Helen sneered with disdain:

“Let me tell you the truth, you’re not qualified to marry me!”

Hearing the undisguised contempt in her words, King Agamemnon’s face involuntarily turned ashen.

Seeing their patron insulted, the nearby Inspector immediately stepped forward to berate:

“Her Royal Highness the Princess, you are being too presumptuous! Without permission, you intruded into the Elder Council and disrupted the Elders’ discussion, and you dare to insult a monarch of the alliance!”

“Firstly, you should address me as the High Priest.”

Helen glanced at the indignant Inspector and said calmly,

“Secondly, as I act in Divine Authority and royal power, you should display basic etiquette when you see me. Now, kneel down!”

“You…”

The young and hot-blooded Inspector immediately flushed with anger, wanting to protest.

However, before he could speak, the authority emanating from Helen’s staff, as she tapped it on the ground, was like divine intimidation, causing the young Inspector to fall to his knees with a thud.

Seeing that Helen did not hesitate to show who was boss, the Elders, long accustomed to throwing their weight around on their own turf, couldn’t help but fly into a rage.

“Enough, Helen!”

Several Elders who had benefited from Agamemnon stood up indignantly, their faces darkening as they scolded in unison.

“Calling you Her Royal Highness the Princess is a mark of respect for your father and brother, but you, a woman, have no right to lead Sparta!”

“So, are you in such a hurry to find a new master from the outside?”

Helen retorted sharply without any courtesy, her gaze laden with thick disdain as she looked at everyone present.

“A pride of lions led by a yapping hyena dog—isn’t that the real shame of the Spartans?”

This cutting mockery not only made King Agamemnon beside her struggle to keep his composure, but even the Elders who had risen to denounce her were collectively disarmed.

“Insolence!”

“Get out!”

Outraged, the yelling Elders saw Helen unmoved and turned to bellow angrily toward the door:

“Guards! Guards!”

The shrill and escalating voices echoed from dozens of seats, and hundreds of fully armed Divine Blood Guards flowed in, shields and daggers in hand, surrounding Helen in an attempt to drive Her Royal Highness the Princess out of the Elder Council.

They all hailed from the city’s illustrious Divine Blood families, those closest to the royal and divine authority, and they were also the group most discontented with Her Royal Highness the Princess.

The great warrior city of Sparta had allowed a woman to rule over them and issue orders for two hundred years, which was an absolute disgrace.

As she watched the Elder Council’s minions charge forward, Helen shook her head in disappointment and lightly tapped her magic wand on the ground.

Boom!

In an instant, a terrifying red and black Aether Tide surged through dozens of protective barriers outside the Elder Council, pouring into the hall and creating a dazzling, deadly fire.

The hundred or so Divine Blood Guards arrayed in battle formation were struck as if by lightning, sent flying backwards and crashing heavily into the walls.

Before they could rise from the chaos, the air was filled with a series of sharp explosions. A group of agile-bodied female warriors, their whole beings ablaze with golden-red divine flames, stormed into the great hall, knocking the Divine Blood Guards unconscious one by one and casually throwing them out of the hall.

Seeing their signature garb and the formidable aura of their divinity, the Elders were horrified.

Amazons!

Seeing their reliance, the Divine Blood Guard, being easily dispatched, the Elders were infuriated:

“Helen, you dare conspire with outsiders to storm the Elder Council!”

Helen looked upon the Elders with contempt, retorting.

“What’s the matter? You allow the Mycenaean to enter the city, but won’t allow me to call Amazon allies to my aid in rescuing my sister?”

Rendered speechless for the moment, the Elders looked to King Agamemnon on the scene for help.

After witnessing the combat strength of the Amazons, even King Agamemnon couldn’t help but feel some trepidation, trying to soften his tone with a dry chuckle and pacify the situation:

“Helen, we are all trying to erase the shame brought by the Trojans. There’s no need for us to be at such odds with our own people.”

“Our own people? Oh? Are the Mycenaean ready to send in troops?”

“Deploying troops is, of course, no problem.”

Agamemnon answered crisply but then changed his tune.

“However, before we march, we still need to clarify who will lead and who will support.”

Helen raised her eyebrows with interest, asking, “Oh, how do you propose we decide?”

Agamemnon smiled enigmatically, the dagger beneath the cloak revealing itself:

“Since Sparta is known for its military might, let us, in fairness, have a contest of warriors from both sides, the winner of which will command the Alliance!”

With that, he clapped his hands, and a tall figure cloaked in black rose from the shadows of the corner wall.

Upon seeing this, a look of suspicion flashed across the Elders’ eyes.

When had this person slipped into the Elder Council? They had detected nothing.

Moreover, this powerful yet sinister divine presence they felt from afar was enough to chill their blood.

If this lurker had struck at them, the consequences…

The Elders’ hearts contracted, and their faces became somewhat cloudy.

“Well then, Spartans, are you willing to accept the challenge? If you can defeat me convincingly, we Mycenaeans are prepared to join the fight as your vassals against Troy!”

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Hearing Agamemnon’s proposition, the Elders were somewhat indecisive.

Though they were reluctant to be led by a woman like Helen and sought outside help to overturn their situation, partnering with Agamemnon seemed akin to making a pact with a tiger.

After a brief discussion, an Elder at the highest point, bearing a Griffin Emblem on his chest, sighed and said to Helen with grave deliberation, “Your Highness, since you are currently acting in the stead of Sparta’s monarchical power, everything is for you to decide.”

Seeing the Elder Council finally bowing to her will, Helen readily agreed:

“Fine, we’ll do as my dear brother-in-law suggests.”

Hearing Helen’s agreement, Agamemnon hurriedly gestured for the figure in the darkness to come forward, a smug sneer of triumph flickering in his eyes.

Let the Spartans be arrogant. They were about to have a rude awakening to the might of Mycenae.

With that person taking action, victory was guaranteed!

Meanwhile, Diana, who was mingled among the Amazon Warriors, exchanged a knowing glance with Helen, then smiled as she removed the sword and shield from her back and approached the formidable foe sent forth by the Mycenaean.