Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The power of the sea! The power of water!

The power of love! The power of beauty!

Bloody Domination!

Purifying Arrow!

Starry Sky Court!

In the critical moment, the gods who still had their fighting power frantically mobilized their powers to form one light barrier after another, intending to intercept the attack of the wandering star vanguard.

"Boom boom boom!"

However, the combined power of the three fourth-tier Star Guardians was unmatched by any of the defenders present, whether human or god.

Therefore, after tearing through dozens of defenses with unstoppable force, the colorful sword light slammed into the area along the city wall.

In an instant, the earth shook violently. The third line of defense, reinforced layer by layer by the power and having consumed countless efforts and resources, collapsed in sections after holding out for a day and a night, revealing large swathes of soft, vulnerable land in the Greek interior.

The three elite soldiers gazed at the fallen fortress shrouded in dust and smoke, their cold, indifferent voices resonating as if announcing the countdown to the end of the world.

"Error correction complete, current status assessed:"

World number 0001 has an erosion rate of 47%, and the self-defense barrier of its planet is slowly becoming hollowed out...

Strategic upgrade: continue guiding the Wilpa Star Core, preparing to forcibly dismantle the Great Cycle System, strip away civilization elements, and carry out the spirit particle recovery mission...

Real-time spiritual particle calculations are in progress. Triangulation is being re-verified to check coordinates. Star ring focusing is complete. Obstacles have been confirmed. The star navigation route is restarting!

The main body will be at the outpost marker point before the guidance is discontinued, requiring 1/12 of the planet's rotation cycle to complete the process...

Wilpa 01, Wilpa 02, and Wilpa 03 take priority navigation; the aberration annihilation command is reactivated.

Harvesting, begin!

Meanwhile, with the third line of defense gone, the sea boiled and surged as tens of thousands of giant minions landed on the shore and swept towards the Peloponnese peninsula, which had shed its hard shell to reveal its tender inner body.

Chapter 278 Pick up your head and fight for me!

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The oppressive and chilling footsteps of the colossal aberration were like the beating of war drums, and the surging ethereal tides swept outwards, while smoke and dust billowed ahead, revealing a devastated land.

Broken-winged nymphs, heartless giants, headless humans, one-armed heroes, half-rotten monsters... their corpses lay piled one on top of another, pressed under the bricks and stones.

The broken and collapsed battle lines were burning fiercely, with raging flames rising high. Severed limbs and organs were scattered all around, and the smell of burnt flesh was nauseating. It was a scene of blood and death, as if there was no trace of life. The tragic battlefield was like a purgatory.

Destroying their lives, shattering their civilizations—this is the essence of harvest, this is the mission of the giants!

Attack! Attack! Attack!

One by one, colossal aberrations, their bodies flashing with intense star patterns, roared incomprehensibly as they swept across the sea of ​​fire with overwhelming force.

laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!

However, just as the giant was about to trample on the already defunct defensive line, sharp sounds of air being torn apart rose and fell, and divine runes floated, drawing forth ethereal factors that sent forth javelins, arrows, and spell bullets, like a meteor shower streaking across the sky, crashing one after another onto the front lines.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, muffled explosions rose and fell, the earth trembled violently, and dust billowed hundreds of meters high.

The leading colossal mutants were torn to pieces, their greenish-blue blood and severed limbs flying everywhere. Their riddled corpses crashed to the ground, revealing the Ecdna Armory forces following behind, as well as a dense wave of humanoid combat weapons.

"Woo!"

Meanwhile, Nike, the goddess of victory, whose delicate face was stained with streaks of black ash from the flames of war, flapped her tattered wings and hovered in mid-air, the desolate and tragic sound of horns echoing across the brutal battlefield.

"Dawn has come, nations, survival confirmed!"

Athena, riding her winged steed, her features contorted in a ferocious and tyrannical manner, roared almost incoherently towards the raging battlefield.

"Sparta, form ranks! Prepare for battle!"

"Ho! Ho ho!"

The wild shouts converged into a roar like that of a pride of lions, and earth and rocks were thrown up. One by one, the Spartans either threw away their deformed helmets and drew their short swords, or dropped their broken spears and pulled out their spares. They raised their deformed or broken shields, gathered together, and steadily erected a shield wall.

"The Athenians are not all dead yet!"

"Thessaly, be built!"

"Corinthians, assemble before me!"

"Good lads of Thebes, step forward!"

"Troy once..."

“Arcadia…”

“Kaludon…”

One figure after another rose from under the bricks and stones, emerged from the corpses, crawled out from behind the trenches, and rushed from the bunkers, gathering and roaring on the ruins of the broken city-state, facing the waving, tattered city-state flag.

Humans from all nations are using their flesh and blood to build new fortresses on the ruins!

"The end is nigh, and though Greece is vast, we have nowhere to retreat!"

"No matter which city-state you come from, no matter what your background is, behind you are your brothers and sisters, your parents and wives!"

"Living, take up your weapons! Dead, pick up your heads! Fight for Greece! Fight for me!"

Athena raised her scepter of victory high, struck the parchment shield, roared, spurred her horse, and charged toward the vast, monstrous Colossus.

At the same time, upon hearing the signal from the goddess of wisdom, Hecate, Death, Hypnos, and Styx poured their power into the Noble Phantasm and slammed it into the ground.

hum!

Instantly, countless distorted light patterns spread and floated across the ground, connecting and converging into a large magic array spanning hundreds of miles, with plumes of gray-black smoke rising into the air.

Meanwhile, the corpses on the battlefield, still bearing the remnants of their obsessions and heroic sacrifices, struggled to rise from the ruins, picking up heads and placing them on severed necks, picking up severed arms and inserting them into shoulder blades, or dragging half of their bodies forward, crawling forward.

They trudged over rubble and flames, charging forward as their flesh and bones burned fiercely, their bodies engulfed in flames.

These demons, these warriors, are returning from hell!

"laugh!"

Just then, a sharp sound of air being torn apart came from above the Acropolis in Athens behind them, and golden and green flames exploded brilliantly in the clouds.

It's finally done!

Samael took in Atalanta's whistling message. In the ruins, he leaned on his spear and stood up. Looking at the soldiers around him, whose number was less than 30% alive, his eyes turned bloodshot, his teeth clenched, and his voice was almost hysterical.

"The defenses have been breached. The final moment has arrived. Greeks, clear the way for your compatriots!"

"charge!"

"charge!"

"charge!"

At this moment, the Korkis dragon, with its horn broken on one side and its scales fragmented, swooped down, and the ancient serpent leaped onto it, charging forward first.

In order to fight against the giant god, the city-states successively gathered more than 200,000 troops here. After a fierce battle, less than 30% survived, leaving only about 50,000.

But those who survived in these harsh environments were all exceptional elites of the city-states.

In dire straits, these wounded beasts, no longer afraid of death, instead became enraged, baring their claws and fangs to launch a ferocious and savage counterattack.

The hymn to humanity is the hymn to courage!

Before the colossal waves, the 50,000-strong army, as small and insignificant as water droplets, was about to collide with the vast and mighty mutants.

"Boom boom boom!"

At the same time, beams of divine light, emanating from countless divine runes, crashed into the giant army ahead, like a dense mass of meteorites falling to the ground, brutally swarming the giant mutants that had surged onto the Peloponnese peninsula.

As the aura faded, figures clad in tattered armor and wielding divinely crafted weapons stood proudly on the battlefield, which had been slashed down by tens of meters.

Boom!

"What are gods! They are more arrogant than humans! More lustful than humans! More lazy than humans! More powerful than humans!"

Amidst the sky filled with thunder and lightning, and in the intertwined, branching arcs of light, Zeus, wielding his thunder scepter, drove his chariot forward, shouting proudly.

With his eyes a dazzling silver-white, from which lightning converged, the God-King of Wisdom descended from the sky, standing before the Olympian gods, his cold and unrestrained declaration echoing across the battlefield.

"Greed begins with God!"

"The ravages began with God!"

"Might makes right!"

"thus……"

"Sacrifice began with God!"

The Olympian gods struck their shields, naturally puffed out their chests, and revealed arrogant expressions, laughing heartily and shouting in unison.

"Of course!"

"Of course!"

"Of course!"

In an instant, Zeus swung his thunderbolt scepter forward, and the forbidden old gods rose from the sea and from the earth, while the lofty new gods bravely charged forward.

The proud gods will never allow humans to charge ahead!

Chapter 279 The Gun of Nation-Building! (2/2)

On the battlefield, the priests of Delphi saw Apollo, the god of light, surrounded by the nine Muses, drawing his bow and shooting down the giants along the way...

The hunters of Calydon and the archers of Arcadia saw Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, with twenty battle nymphs, galloping swiftly and launching a surprise attack...

Troy and the warriors of Thessaly saw Poseidon, the sea god, wielding his trident, stirring up giant waves, and sweeping away the massive deep-sea fleets...

The Athenian Pegasus Knights and the Academy of Magic saw Athena, the goddess of wisdom, riding her Pegasus, hurling her spear forward, piercing through the bodies of more than ten giants...

"The gods are with us!"

"Glory be with us!"

Victory is with us!

Humans from all nations were filled with fervor, shouting with fanaticism as they strode forward past the gods, like sharp cones chiseling fiercely into the giant's waves.

Courageous humans will never fall behind the gods! Let faith be tarnished!

As the battle intensified, figures intertwined and merged, marching forward together, making it impossible to distinguish between humans and gods.

Ares slammed down a punch, blasting the demonic hound in front of him into pieces. However, at that moment, a fierce wind suddenly rose from behind, and the bloated and deformed body of a giant god rapidly expanded, its star patterns flashing violently, clearly indicating that it was about to self-destruct.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, a stream of red and black flames rushed in, violently ramming into the core, interrupting its self-destruction. The resulting divine power then shattered the giant into fragments.

"Hmph, no need to get involved, I can handle it!"

Ares looked at his brother Hephaestus, who was limping forward and pulling the forging hammer from the giant's shattered chest, and his expression froze slightly.

"But you'll need this eventually, take it!"

Hephaestus remained indifferent to his brother, who was having an affair with his wife, but then pulled something from the rising magic circle and threw it to Ares.

The God of War instinctively took it. As the scalding heat in his palm gradually cooled and the radiance faded, he looked at the spear in his hand, which seemed to be made of countless blood threads forming a scarlet prism head and a golden handle, and his expression was slightly astonished.

"This is……"

"The Spear of Nation-Building! I have urgently raised the furnace of Mount Etna to forge a new weapon for you! With this, you won't have to fight bare-handed and bring shame upon the gods of Olympus!"

Hephaestus responded indifferently, adding a cold snort at the end, his face showing impatience, and his mind racing.

As a god of war, to be without even a decent weapon would only bring shame upon him, the god of forging.

Just as Hephaestus was momentarily distracted, Ares suddenly turned cold, thrusting his spear forward. The chilling aura of his thrust startled the God of Forging, whose pupils contracted sharply.

Click!

However, a strong gust of wind swept by, and the crisp sound of metal breaking came from behind.

Hephaestus instinctively turned around and immediately saw two wide-area annihilation weapons that floated down from the sky, their crimson cores poised to unleash magical beams, before exploding in a sympathetic explosion.

"This is a battlefield. Fools who don't know how to fight had better have some self-awareness and stay vigilant at all times! If you become the first Olympian god to fall, I will be ashamed to share your blood!"