Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, they had no time to admire or visit the site. As soon as the migrants stepped out of the stone gate, they were half driven and half led by Athenian soldiers along the way into the camp for refuge.

In just over ten minutes, the once empty and quiet valley became noisy and bustling.

The Peloponnese Peninsula, coastal wall.

"Can you handle such a large-scale spatial interference?"

Prometheus sensed the imprint of power that was scattered across more than ten regions, and couldn't help but feel somewhat worried.

"If it were just me, it would be much more troublesome, but fortunately Anna's earth powers can be used for resonance tuning and range marking."

Samael remained calm and glanced gently at Medusa beside him, but then changed the subject, his tone becoming low.

"However, I only gave them two hours to evacuate, and two hours is roughly the reaction time for the various city-states to mobilize their troops and build city walls in preparation for war."

If there are any left who don't want to leave, then good luck to them. The starship elites of the Stormy Seas can move at any time, and I can't control that.

Prometheus had already learned about the terrifying characteristics of the Star Vanguard from his old friend's brief introduction, and naturally agreed with the decision.

Furthermore, in order to allow Samael and Medusa to have more energy to maintain the operation of the portal and deal with the upcoming crisis, the Prophet took the initiative to take on the task of monitoring the movements in the sea.

"By the way, what about your old buddies in the Caucasus Mountains, and those nymphs from the Sacred Gardens?"

With the combined efforts of him and Medusa, Samael managed to transport the elderly and infirm to safety. He looked around and noticed that some people were missing, so he casually asked a question.

"We're short-handed here, so I sent my old buddy back to the Alima Cave to gather your students."

As for the nymphs you abducted from the Sacred Garden, they're fine for watering flowers and planting grass, but if you ask them to help, they might just make things worse.

As for those little ones near the Watery Treehouse, they're all incredibly wild and fearless. They've all been trained by Aunt Themis, so even if they're not as good as orthodox battle nymphs, they're not far off. So I plan to bring them along too..."

Prometheus took several pieces of the Heart of the Earth from Samael, and while inscribing divine runes, he embedded these gems that absorbed ether into the coastal wall to enhance the stability of the defense.

Samael was also quite relieved about his old friend's arrangements.

As they discussed the arrangements, dust rose from behind. Upon closer inspection, they saw that Atalanta, Prince Calydon, the God of Healing, Orpheus, and other messengers from various city-states had led thousands of cavalrymen, escorting the first batch of gathered supplies, magicians, and priests, and were rushing over.

Upon seeing this, the ancient snake breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The appearance of Safalu was extremely sudden, catching all of them off guard.

But from climbing the Caucasus Mountains and releasing Prometheus to noticing something amiss in the Oceanus Sea; from defeating the three waves to urgently evacuating personnel, clearing the battlefield, and building defenses... all these steps took less than two hours.

Even in the Age of Gods, this level of action was already considered the limit.

However, the one at sea seems to be impatient...

At that moment, before Samael could catch his breath, the sky above the sea suddenly darkened, and the brilliant star core on the chest of the star vanguard Saifalu reversed its starlight, forming layer upon layer of halos, which slowly focused on the coastline.

Clearly, after testing the waters with the previous tsunamis, the Star Trek Vanguard has confirmed that its initial methods were insufficient to wipe out the intelligent life on the surface and is preparing to upgrade the intensity of its attacks.

Seeing the halo on the sea surface frantically gathering the surrounding spiritual particles like a whale swallowing a cow, with the power of the light cluster rising steadily, Samuelton felt a headache coming on.

"boom!"

However, at that moment, a crimson radiance that pierced the heavens and the earth rose from the opposite side of the storm sea, its power fully charged, and suddenly slashed down towards Saifalu, the wandering star vanguard standing in the eye of the storm.

The raging flames of blood painted the sky a crimson hue, and the thunderclouds that had gathered in the stormy sea were neatly split in two, the ferocious blades slashing diagonally across Saifalu's chest.

"boom!"

A thunderous roar echoed and spread, the clouds churned and collapsed, and the unrestrained dark red etheric turbulence stirred up towering waves in the surrounding seas, making the entire sea surface seem to be burning fiercely.

In an instant, the star core light pattern on Sefalu's chest trembled, and the converging and focusing light wheel dimmed and shattered one after another.

Bloody domination? The sword of the war god?

Judging by the direction, it's...the Kolkis Sea area?

Holy crap! Ares, that brute!

No, not a brute, he's a good person! A truly good person!

Seeing this, Samael was overjoyed, and his impression of the blond, irritable guy was surprisingly good.

The Star Guardian, Sephalus, is a legendary creature that, once fully developed, could wipe out the entire Greek pantheon!

Even Zeus, the king of the gods, had to enlist the help of the twelve Olympian gods to barely manage to destroy Sephalus before he evolved to the seventh stage.

Therefore, Samael dared not make any rash moves until he had gone through several rounds of probing and was fully prepared.

As a result, Ares, this great guy, rushed forward and took the brunt of the impending barrage of light attacks for the Peloponnese.

What kind of spirit is this? A great spirit of utter selflessness, dedication to others, and selfless contribution!

So, Ares, my good comrade, hold on! Give us a little more time!

Samael looked out at the sea, his eyes shining, secretly cheering Ares on.

At this moment, Saifalu, who was under attack, turned around and locked his gaze on the golden-armored god who was driving a dragon chariot and racing on the sea. His arms were covered with golden and blue star patterns, and beams of light shaped like cannon muzzles were converging in front of him.

Meanwhile, on Crete.

"The monster has been distracted, Goddess! This is a perfect opportunity for us to cross the sea!"

On the top of a partially collapsed temple, Daedalus, a craftsman gazing out to sea, turned back excitedly to report to Stheno and Euryale.

"Well, let's get started."

Stheno, leaning against a pillar, rose slightly and made his final decision with a rare serious demeanor.

Hundreds of survivors, summoned, nervously crawled out of the Minotaur's labyrinth, carrying their prepared supplies, and climbed to the ruined heights. Under the guidance of Daedalus and his son Icarus, they assembled the parts one by one.

Seven or eight minutes later, a hundred or so glider-like contraptions made of wood planks, feathers, resin, paraffin and other materials were displayed in front of the crowd, but their appearance was naturally extremely simple and shabby.

However, it is inlaid with small magic crystals that absorb ether and engraved with a magic circle diagram that converts wind power.

"Perfect wind speed! Perfect wind direction! Perfect for takeoff!"

Icarus, who had been observing the direction of the swaying cloth by extending a flag to the outside, turned around excitedly to respond to the survivors when the time was right.

However, faced with this novelty and the fear of heights, most of the survivors hesitated and none were willing to try.

Just as Icarus was about to rush forward to support his father's masterpiece, two figures squeezed out from behind Stheno and Euryale.

“We’ll go first. You and your son stay here to instruct them on how to operate this thing.”

Deceived by the two wicked goddesses into getting involved in the catastrophe, Deucalion and his wife could only smile wryly and take on the task of trial and error. They put on the glider-like contraption, jumped, and plummeted rapidly in the whistling wind.

Just as the survivors were filled with gasps of alarm, two figures rose up with the wind, taking advantage of the surging air currents, and flew far away towards the Peloponnese Peninsula.

With such a successful precedent, everyone was immediately excited and rushed forward, even causing a small commotion as they jostled for positions.

"Asterios..."

"Roar!"

As Euryale lightly tapped the bowstring and spoke casually with a playful laugh, the dull-looking horned monster beside her revealed a fierce glint in its eyes. It slammed its two long-handled axes into the ground, leaving deep chisel marks and sending up a flurry of gravel.

The survivors immediately fell silent, lining up like docile sheep, receiving their wings one by one, following instructions, and gliding with the group.

Finally, Daedalus and Icarus, father and son, bound large wings to the Minotaur monster, and together with the two goddesses, took off.

Although Euryale and Stheno, as Typhon's offspring with divine cores, already possessed the ability to fly, these two wicked goddesses also enthusiastically tried out these little gadgets for a novel experience.

Amidst the howling wind, countless black dots rode the wind and flew towards the Aegean Sea.

However, just as they reached the middle of the journey, dozens of meters of red and blue beams of light exploded in the stormy sea area, creating terrifying ethereal turbulence and towering waves, forming a dazzling yet extremely dangerous halo.

Click! Click! Click!

The shockwave that followed swept in, and the wings that landed on the Cretan survivors at the back of the group emitted a teeth-grinding tearing sound.

Immediately afterwards, they screamed as they plummeted into the turbulent sea.

At the same time, Stheno and Euryale unfolded their wings and turned around, ready to help these poor souls along.

However, the moment the two goddesses turned around, their pupils contracted sharply.

Because they were shocked to see that in the hands of the ferocious god of the stormy sea, a mottled longsword the size of a toothpick was attracting thousands of starlight, expanding into a colossal object hundreds of meters long.

Above, beams of light converged and rotated, eventually connecting to a mysterious spot of light shaped like a teardrop.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the lightsaber blade spun and tilted forward, the space resounded, the world lost its color, and a seven-colored beam of light shot out from the tear-shaped streak of light. Under the focus of layers of light wheels, it swept across the Aegean Sea and shot towards the Peloponnese peninsula!

Chapter 254 The Arrival of the Colossus (4.2k)

"Buzz!"

At the same time, on the coastal wall, a golden shield slammed heavily against the edge, and two fair and delicate hands, one long and strong and the other slender, were pressed together behind the shield, knees bent and thrusting forward.

Between the rhythm of the earth and space, the soil trembled and roared, and specks of light dust rose and floated from all directions, forming dense golden light patterns that twisted and intertwined like snakes, condensing into an indestructible sky curtain.

"boom!"

The moment the barrier took shape, a colorful beam of light swept across the sea and slammed into it, causing the earth to shake violently. The dazzling seven-colored aurora hurt everyone's eyes and then stirred up a violent ethereal tide.

Ah!

Medusa and Samael bent slightly, stomped their feet hard to stabilize themselves, then exhaled all the turbid air from their chests. Their divine cores spun rapidly, completely annihilating the violent attack of the Star Vanguard, before they could barely move Medusa's shield aside.

"Ahhh! I'm going to fall!"

"Damn it, that hurts..."

However, as the red and black ethereal turbulence that rose in mid-air spread, Samael vaguely heard the sound of thin pieces of wood breaking and a familiar female moan coming from the sea.

The ancient serpent and Medusa instinctively looked into the distance, and in the airspace in the direction of Crete, black dots the size of flies were wobbling and falling into the sea under the impact of the etheric turbulence.

Is it...

……survivor?

At this time, in this place...

It's Euryale and Stheno!

"Rescue!"

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up simultaneously, and they exclaimed in surprise, clearly having thought of the same thing.

At the same time, the hundred-headed dragon Ladon immediately flew over the coastal wall and spread its wings to come. Samael pulled Medusa up and jumped onto the dragon's back.

Seeing that the core in Saifalu's chest was flickering between light and shadow, seemingly gathering power again, he decisively mobilized his spatial powers, forcibly tore open the rift, and rode Ladon into it.

With its silvery scales and a protective ethereal membrane, the hundred-headed dragon swiftly passed through the dark spatial rift and landed in that sea area, then folded its wings and swooped down.

With the whistling wind and the sudden brightening of the scenery before him, Samael was startled to see two figures scrambling about in mid-air.

"Anna!"

The moment Samael spoke, Medusa understood, and her long, purplish-red hair shot out from behind her, moving about as if it were alive.

"Help! Catch it!"

Eureka and Stheno, who were suspended in mid-air, relaxed and decisively threw the several Cretan survivors they were holding to the snake-haired creature that was spreading towards them. Then, they spread out their purple scale wings and scooped up the falling humans one by one, throwing them to Samael and Stheno like sandbags.

Working together, the four quickly retrieved most of the survivors from mid-air and the sea.

As for the unfortunate souls who were hit by Sefaruna's light cannon and fell into the sea to be devoured by sea monsters, there was nothing they could do.

However, a rough estimate suggests that of the more than 100 people who fled Crete by sea, more than 70 survived, which is already considered quite good.

Samael, standing on the dragon's back, looked around and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Pyrrha and Deucalion were both alright; otherwise, he would have had a hard time explaining himself to his old friend Prometheus.

Besides, those two brats actually managed to kidnap this guy.

The ancient snake looked down at the bull-horned youth who was sitting obediently in the back, looking dull and somewhat uneasy, and couldn't help but shake its head helplessly.

The Minotaur monster, Asterius, nicknamed "Little Calf".

The King of Crete broke his promise to Poseidon by hiding the white bull that was to be offered as a sacrifice to the sea lord.

Poseidon was furious and cursed Pasiphaë, the wife of the King of Crete, for falling in love with the white bull. The queen could not escape her fate and mated with the bull, giving birth to children.

He had the appearance of a human and the characteristics of a bull. He was worshipped by the Minoans as a sacred and ferocious monster and imprisoned in a labyrinth. This was Asterius.

However, it is not inherently bad; it kills those who enter the maze mostly out of self-preservation.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so easily tamed and become the loyal follower of Euryale and Stheno, those two menaces.

Normally, Samael, as a deity, wouldn't need to pay attention to such monster offspring that were destined to be used as achievements by heroes.