Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Having cleared most of the surrounding area of ​​Rahmu, the one-armed general raised his short sword and charged toward the deck.

Thousands of magicians and soldiers poured out of the ship's cabins and lined up to meet the enemy.

Meanwhile, the soldiers and leopard-man familiars who had retreated to both sides of the royal palace tower beforehand, though few remained, still stubbornly organized their lines.

They advanced, repeatedly repelling the Rahmu who leaped from the floodwaters and tried to climb the high ground, creating an opportunity for Noah's Ark to dock.

Meanwhile, in mid-air, the remaining force of just over a hundred wind god winged dragon riders faced enemies several times their number.

As for the most solid north wall, it suffered even more severe damage.

"Roar!"

The world-destroying dragon, now fully formed with clearly visible scales, folded its wings and descended, its massive body instantly crushing the remaining section of the city wall.

The gaping maw turned toward the three approaching Noah's Arks, and terrifying ethereal turbulence was being compressed wildly.

"How dare you disregard me, you bastard!"

With a cold, sharp shout, a red and black spiral beam of light slashed down from mid-air, smashing half of the monster's head before sending it flying.

The turbulent ether currents, which had been swept across the sky at an off-center angle, narrowly missed Ishtar, and the astrological platform standing behind her was immediately affected.

As the crisis unfolded, dozens of autonomous defensive spells coalesced and took shape in front of the building.

However, under Apsu's terrifying magical binding force, these protective barriers were as fragile as soap bubbles, collapsing instantly upon contact with the red and black light.

Immediately afterward, the astrological table, which had been pierced through the middle, collapsed with a crash, like a fragile solar calendar stone falling into the water.

At the critical moment, a sharp whistle rang out.

Dozens of Quetzalcoatlus with nets hanging below narrowly saved the object upon which Kukulkan's divinity resided.

The leopard-man leaped from the dilapidated outer buildings, slapping dozens of Rahmu heads in succession, finally managing to deliver the Solar Calendar Stone and the heavily injured Feathered Serpent to the upper level of Noah's Ark first.

At this moment, the north wall is only one step away from being completely captured.

Kukulkan, Gilgamesh, and Enkidu were severely injured; Anna was blocked by the Bull of Heaven; Ishtar was nearly exhausted; and the power of the gods was almost depleted.

Emerging densely from the abyss, the Rahmu surged across vast stretches of collapsed defenses; the remaining western section of the city wall was merely putting up a last-ditch resistance.

Every second that passed, large numbers of Rahmu stormed into the bunker, watchtower, and hiding room, their eerie, grotesque laughter completely drowning out the faint roars and agonizing screams.

The undead army that Samael and Gilgamesh had meticulously prepared has now completely returned to the embrace of the goddess of the underworld.

From above, Uruk is a scene of chaos, with torrents and ravines everywhere, like a toy crushed and on the verge of collapse in the palm of a giant.

But compared to all that, looking down at this fortified city billowing with smoke, Samael was most worried about another problem.

It seems that Uruk can no longer intimidate Apsu.

Chapter 145 Cry for Me! (2/5)

The hundreds of soldiers who fought against the remaining western section of the north wall, relying on the hidden troop rooms and ladders, were gradually defeated by the overwhelming attacks from inside and outside, and soon only a small area remained.

Tabad stepped forward, brandishing his chipped short sword. Through a gap in the shield, he plunged the blade into the mouth of a climbing Rahmu, twisting and churning it violently, destroying its brain structure.

At the same time, the white-haired old general turned his head and roared at the nearly exhausted Spartan king behind him.

“Lord Leonidas, the time has come. There is no longer any need to hold the North Wall.”

"Please lead these young men and help the people of Uruk board the ships!"

"We will then depart on the Quetzalcoatl, and everyone will reunite at the Royal Palace Tower!"

As the stone wall was lifted, two warships, capable of holding a total of one hundred people, were pushed out of the dark cave entrance and onto the water.

The soldiers and several magicians who were rotated out jumped into the cabin and stuffed magic crystals into the grooves in the magic arrays on both sides.

As Leonidas finally leaped onto the warship, the unique water magic of the Temple of Aea activated, propelling the ship forward, cutting through the waves.

As a few Rahmu emerged from the water, preparing to leap onto the ship and hunt humans, hundreds of javelins shot from the north wall, accurately piercing and pinning the mysterious children to death.

The warships sailed forward unimpeded, moving further and further away from the high ground on the northern wall behind them.

Seeing that the area controlled by Tabad and the others was getting smaller and smaller, and that they had been forced into a corner, Leonidas stared at the motionless dome and his expression changed drastically.

"Where are the Quetzalcoatlus responsible for the rescue? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

The oppressive silence behind him made Leonidas's eyes turn red. He grabbed the collar of the general next to him and roared through gritted teeth.

"There are no reinforcements at all?! Go back! I can't abandon my soldiers!"

However, at the very moment the Spartan king stubbornly turned away, the officer beside him resolutely embraced Leonidas, his voice filled with sorrowful sobs.

"My lord, don't you understand what General Tabad and his men are planning to do?"

"You are more important than us. Don't let their sacrifice be in vain!"

"Please, come on!"

Leonidas's eyes widened in fury as he watched the warriors being dragged out of the Spartan phalanx and swallowed up by the tide of the Rakhm on the north wall.

At this moment, Tabad took a shield, glanced contemptuously at the densely packed Rahmu, and laughed loudly, pointing at the figure standing on the warship.

"This isn't his Thermopylae, it's our Uruk!"

“The Uruk people aren’t all dead yet. This outsider from Greece wants to steal the limelight from us. Do you agree to this?”

"No!"

The gun barrels slammed to the ground, and a unified shout erupted, radiating a furious roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

"Do you remember what Leonidas taught you?"

"Remember!"

The resounding response soared into the sky, and Tabad nodded in satisfaction, rhythmically tapping his shield.

"Good! Let this outsider see that we in Uruk also have fine young men!"

"Form ranks! Prepare for battle!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Figures rhythmically struck their shields, back to back, thrusting their spears through the gaps in the defensive barrier, one after another, faster and faster.

Those Rahmu who had already climbed onto the high platform were forcibly pushed down the broken wall and fell into the flood like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Finally, the Spartan king turned back to look at the group of trembling survivors in the Tower of the Gods square, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and turned away.

On the northern defensive line, Tabad watched the two warships swiftly sail towards the royal palace tower, feeling a great sense of relief.

It's good that you're gone, it's good that you're gone.

The old man looked up at the square shrouded in the magic circle, seemingly trying to find a familiar figure in the crowd, and smacked his lips as he muttered to himself.

My grandson is almost a year old, isn't he?

When he was born, the little guy weighed a full eight pounds, which exhausted his mother. The king even specially asked Lady Siduri to send him some tonics.

Haha, he'll definitely be a great young man when he grows up.

With you all here, Uruk will continue.

puff!

The sharp sound of limbs piercing shields came from the left, and yet another warrior was dragged into the horde and torn apart by the swarming Rahmu.

"Crying...I want to see..."

"I want to see humans...cry...giggle..."

Amidst the grotesque, wicked laughter, the Spartan phalanx of several hundred men remained unmoved, beginning to contract and adjust their formation, closing gaps and continuing to withstand the pressure.

Even when their comrades were dismembered and brutally murdered in front of them, they remained solemn, like stone statues stripped of their emotions and fear.

boom!

A faint golden light appeared on the old general's body, and his arm muscles were bulging.

With a swing of the spear, he smashed the leaping Rahmu to pieces, the spear's end striking the ground with a dull, solemn vibration.

"Screw your crying! Cry for me first!"

Amidst a furious roar, a spear was hurled from above, pinning the loudest-shouting Rahmu to the rock face.

"New Humans? Those things that don't even exist like birds deserve that title?!"

The old general glanced at the empty space under Narahmu's four paws and spat contemptuously.

"Listen up, don't rush to die. Whoever fails to kill ten of them, when we get to the underworld, I'll cut off their birds and use them as a side dish for my drinks!"

The crowd's expressions, which had been as hard as mountains, began to crack, and they burst into laughter, which for a moment drowned out Rahmu's strange cackling.

"Shameful! Disgusting!"

"Humans...kill them all!"

As Rahmu, who was beginning to develop intelligence, trembled, an emotion called "anger" spread, and a large number of enraged mysterious children swarmed towards the last remaining northern defensive line.

The massive black tide continued to erode upwards, and that small area withstood the repeated onslaught for a full twenty minutes before being gradually covered by the eerie blackness.

In the end, those blood-soaked yet proud and defiant cries echoed across the battlefield.

"Uruk will live on forever!"

On the outer side of the north wall, Gilgamesh seemed to sense something, pursed his lips and looked at the north wall defense line that had been completely flooded by Rahmu, raised the sword Ea, stirred up an etheric storm, and slashed downwards.

Under the direction of the red and black spiral, thousands of Rahmu, along with the defensive lines and human corpses beneath them, crumbled and disintegrated completely into the pillar of light.

This strike was a farewell gift.

Well done, my elite troops.

May you have a safe journey!

"Buzz!"

Just as the Hero King paused for a moment to mourn those who had gone to their deaths, a thick, red and black beam of light swept across the sky.

Even though Gilgamesh managed to retreat quickly, his left leg, which was grazed by the terrifying attack, was instantly shattered, and his body, spurting out golden-red blood, flew backward.

However, as it moved out of range, a light pattern resembling a camel thorn appeared on the Hero King's abdomen.

Pink granulation tissue wrapped around stark white bone fragments, intertwined with blood vessels and nerves, growing and spreading downwards.

It seems that listening to that kid's advice was necessary.

Gilgamesh grabbed a chain that was thrown at him, and his body retreated rapidly, landing on a large deck.

Chapter 146 My Territory, My Land, My Country, My People (3/5)

The pursuit of immortality is not shameful in itself.

However, his clairvoyance had seen that irreversible future, so death and life meant little to Gilgamesh.

But now, none of the answers lie on the clay tablet of destiny.

Therefore, it is certainly acceptable to use this immortal power to gain more opportunities for one's country and one's people.

"boom!"

On Noah's Ark 1, the green-haired beauty, who barely managed to summon the Lock of Heaven, caught her best friend and rolled him around on the deck to dissipate the force.

The moment Gilgamesh stood up, he was shocked to see that the cracks on Enkidu's body had worsened, and he was on the verge of shattering at any moment.

The ethereal dragon had already crossed the northern wall defenses and was slowly approaching the royal palace tower that exuded the aura of Tiamat.

The King of Heroes' expression changed, and he wanted to take off to meet the attack, but he was held down by several people next to him.

The Immortal Herb is, after all, a magical potion that grants humans extraordinary vitality. When facing the creator god Apsu, its effects are quite limited; limb regeneration is already the maximum it can achieve.

Moreover, this father of all things is also a god who controls the abyss and destruction.

If Apsu were to target them, their immortality wouldn't withstand a direct attack.

Moreover, Gilgamesh has already reached his limit; pushing himself any further would be suicide.

Meanwhile, at the Royal Palace Tower.