The Greece Antagonist
Chapter 1114 - 133: Descend, Divine Power of the Minotaur!_2

Chapter 1114: Chapter 133: Descend, Divine Power of the Minotaur!_2

On the battlefield, it is used to disrupt the mind of the opposite gender’s enemies.

The blessing of the God of Love, which should have been about romance and beauty, instead used in a lethal combat scenario, surely my father would scold me if he knew.

As Diarmuid whispered in his heart, the Curse of the Tear Mole had already seeped into the opponent’s pupils.

However, the expected scene did not unfold as planned.

The golden eyes of the Demon Hunter suddenly lit up with the divine power granted by Ancient Blood—a jade-colored time-space vortex folded the battlefield, and the two originally facing each other suddenly swapped positions.

Diarmuid realized something was wrong and quickly turned back, the Yellow Rose’s thorn of causality pierced through Xili’s left shoulder, but the spear’s tip felt as if it met nothing; there wasn’t a drop of blood from the opponent’s wound.

An illusion?

Looking around, he suddenly found Xili’s figure appearing behind Princess Grainne, her steel sword slowly raised in her hand.

Not good!

Diarmuid was alarmed, grit his teeth, and swiftly twisted his wrist, triggering the runes on the Yellow Rose’s shaft—fragments flew into the air and reorganized into a Celtic Curse Chain, automatically seeking the enemy, binding Xili’s ankle and dragging her towards him.

However, this action fell right into Xili’s plan.

Gripping the steel sword in reverse, the Demon Hunter cut the chain and with her left hand’s silver sword split the air in three parallel strikes: the first shattered the arc of the Curse of the Tear Mole, the second pierced Diarmuid’s protective divine pattern, and the aftershock of the third strike knocked the leading warrior of the Fiona Battle Group back a hundred meters.

"Puh!"

The intense internal shock made Diarmuid involuntarily spit out a mouthful of golden blood, his spirit waned, face turning pale.

What seemed like a long battle ended in the blink of an eye, with Xili achieving a resounding victory.

Of course, if it weren’t for a certain woman holding her back, winning over this leading warrior of the Fiona Battle Group wouldn’t have been that easy.

Just as Xili was about to step forward with her sword towards the fallen Diarmuid, hoping to seize her spoils of victory, a rapid shout came from the side:

"Don’t touch him!"

Xili instinctively turned her head, and a crimson bird-like light pattern suddenly flapped into her eyes, transforming into eerie Ogan Spell runes engraved into her mind.

Immediately, an indescribable sense of binding attacked, and Xili felt as if her body was penetrated and bound by thousands of invisible threads, completely losing control.

At this moment, the seemingly frail Princess Grainne stood up from the ground, relieved.

Her face was pale, blood trickled from her wrist, and at some unknown time, had drawn a Magic Circle Diagram encompassing the entire battlefield, using blood as ink and herself as the base.

Damn, I forgot this woman is a magician!

Xili immediately sensed danger, desperately stirring up divine power, attempting to break free of the strange binding within her body.

However, her entire body felt as heavy as lead, her consciousness as if locked in a small box, completely losing control over her shell.

Scanned over the badly injured Diarmuid, a flash of murderous intent crossed Grainne’s eyes, raising her blood-stained right hand, she coldly addressed the alien race warrior girl:

"By GEASS command, commit suicide, outsider!"

Xili’s trembling right hand slowly raised the steel sword, the cold blade inching towards her neck.

No matter how much she resisted, how loudly she shouted in her heart, she couldn’t stop the shadow of death from approaching.

This is careless...

Xili felt remorse, looking at the blade resting on her carotid artery, despairingly closed her eyes.

At the critical moment, a white hand reached out from the mist, gently took the steel sword from her hand, and tapped it on her head:

"I told you not to go in alone, but you didn’t listen, now I have to personally come and save you!"

The reproach entered Xili’s ears, yet it felt incredibly dear.

At the same time, the Demon Hunter’s once out-of-control body gradually regained sensation.

"Teacher, you’re finally here!"

As soon as the punishment ceased, Xili hurriedly jumped to hide behind Luo En, a look of lingering fear on her face, she warned,

"Be careful, that woman is strange."

Luo En glanced at his youngest student, coldly snorted:

"Didn’t pay attention in class, did you? This is a Celtic GEASS, the most enigmatic and secretive form of restrictive magic. I warned you to be cautious, and yet you fell for it, go home and write the runes and Ogan Tree Runes I taught you ten thousand times."

"Oh..."

Xili lowered her head, looking pitiful.

Ten thousand times, she could foresee that the following days would be spent at her desk.

Looking at the man who unexpectedly appeared in front of her, Princess Grainne’s caution rose to its peak, the crimson bird-like light pattern lit up in her pupils again, prepared to try the old trick.

But the man, seemingly aware, cast a slight glance, and meeting Grainne’s eyes, she felt a sharp pain as if struck by lightning, as if pins were stabbing into her eyes, causing two streams of bloody tears to flow.

"Little girl, your GEASS level isn’t bad, but you’re far from being able to control me. If you don’t want to go blind, stop wasting your efforts."

Luo En kindly warned, recalling the knowledge about this Celtic secret technique in his mind.

GEASS is translated as a stigma, restriction, or oath. It holds significant weight in Celtic mythology, yet is the most secretive part, having both positive and negative effects.

Positively, it can protect the oath-taker from certain harm or grant them some powerful trait.

Negatively, it allows the oath-taker to be controlled by some force or have some flaw.

In myths, Celtic deities and heroes who voluntarily oath or have GEASS imposed by others with spells or vows, are essentially unbreakable. Thus, it often becomes a hidden taboo or fatal weakness of mythical heroes.