Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Instantly, the magician sketched out the activation spell, the priest performed the exorcism of the demon beast and the curse ritual, and the witch's lips moved as she began an obscure incantation.

Mysterious agencies scattered throughout different areas of Uruk City began to operate, frantically intercepting these bipedal dragons.

However, the prepared monsters dispersed their formation, increased their altitude, and specifically sought out areas with weak defenses to attack, which actually had a feel of avoiding the strong and attacking the weak.

In an instant, hundreds of dark figures swooped down, tearing apart the roof and grabbing at living creatures, causing chaos to spread rapidly.

The seemingly impregnable Warcraft front has, for the first time, exposed a near-fatal flaw.

That is, there is a lack of effective means of air superiority.

Although Uruk is surrounded by a wide and powerful magical barrier, it couldn't possibly be designed to filter out even birds, could it?

These bipedal dragons rely entirely on their physical strength to take off and dive, almost perfectly circumventing this limitation.

Moreover, this defense system has its limits. The great goddess Ishtar can come and go as she pleases.

The so-called dispelling spells in the sacrificial grounds are only effective against ordinary wild beasts and magical creatures. Bloodline gods and monsters with dragon might, who are at the top of the beast hierarchy, are not afraid of these things at all.

As for the divine incantations sung by the priestesses, their power was greatly diminished when the gods turned their backs on humanity, but their effects were still moving.

While the astrological platform can be of some use, in many cases, the casting range of conventional magic is not even comparable to that of a bow and arrow.

Even though wyverns are merely a lower-ranking race with degraded dragon bloodlines, their innate magic resistance attribute from dragon scales still grants them immunity to low-level magic spells of up to two segments.

In addition, the caster must also hit moving targets, prevent the aftershocks from harming innocents, and incidentally ensure their own safety.

The upper class, who usually serve as fixed artillery positions and are used to a life of luxury, have little experience in dealing with such crises and inevitably find themselves in a state of chaos, unable to take care of themselves.

Compared to the chaos spreading through the streets and alleys of Uruk, the royal palace tower in the center remained eerily solemn and silent.

The bipedal dragons, with their keen intuition, dared not approach this area that exuded a terrifying aura.

Beneath the flickering lights of the royal court, the slender figure of the white-haired nightmare was reflected.

The magician, whose brows sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed, looked at the flock of two-legged dragons hovering in mid-air, moved his lips a few times, and finally fell silent.

On the throne, the diligent monarch still held the clay tablet, calmly reviewing the intelligence.

In the quiet hall, the only sounds besides breathing were the rustling of approval documents.

"king…"

"Since you have decided to defy fate and part ways with the gods, then do not expect mercy."

"Humans are no longer infants, and I am no longer a nanny holding their hands!"

"Whether it's due to negligence, trying and making mistakes, or facing crises and challenges head-on, these are the paths they should take."

Hearing the faint murmurs from below, Gilgamesh continued carving on the clay tablet without looking up, responding coldly.

However, the King of Heroes paused slightly, his crimson eyes glancing at the court magician.

"As for you, it's the same. I can't be bothered to care what you do."

Merlin understood, nodded, and retreated with his staff in his arms. Only after he had left the doorway did he peek out and give a dry laugh as a reminder.

"That's true, but you should still be careful..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired nightmare, under the cold light emanating from the golden vortex, shrank its neck and transformed into pink petals, drifting towards Uruk City.

Tsk! This guy deserves to suffer for his own words sooner or later!

Gilgamesh frowned and spoke in an annoyed tone, looking down at the clay tablet in his hand.

On the tan-colored board, there are linear armor pieces resembling rows of canine teeth. This thing is almost complete, with all kinds of parameters written in detail on it.

The empty space contains the design drawings for the giant cannon, which were improved based on the prototype of the divine seal.

"Hopefully, the [Fang of Napishtim] and the [King's Cannon] will still be of use."

A cold wind swept by, casting a long shadow cast by the flickering lamplight. His fingertips lightly touched the magical artifact he himself had created, and the murmur that had started out of nowhere gradually faded away.

The large number of wyverns that crossed the high walls of Babylonia were indeed a troublesome group.

But this is just a hassle.

As long as we maintain our position, with Uruk's massive population base, we can overwhelm these flying lizards even if we have to fight them to the death.

The demon goddess in the cedar forest, who harbored deep hatred for humans, was unlikely to let such a rare opportunity slip by after a sudden flash of inspiration that allowed her to tear open a path.

Therefore, the real crisis is still outside the city!

The test has just begun.

Gilgamesh didn't not want to intercept the group of wyverns, but rather there was no need to.

The king is not yet a necessary piece to be used.

Based on Merlin's keen intuition for observing human development, he easily deduced the personality of his new employer.

Although that guy is usually very frank about his desires, he seems to have a kind of "tsundere" mentality when it comes to "admitting that he likes humans".

In short, we should be considerate of their pride and try to understand.

So, let's have the caring older brother personally step in and lend a helping hand to these interesting lives.

In the darkness, a certain old swindler who had just provoked Gilgamesh rushed toward the Babylonian defenses, taking care of the wyverns he encountered along the way.

Meanwhile, Leonidas, who had just escaped death, was still in shock, and the fingers gripping his javelin were beginning to feel slightly sticky and stiff.

"Roar!"

The giant dragon, its forepaws pressed against the city wall, stretched its neck, revealing dozens of white marks on its scales. Seven or eight toothpick-like javelins were stuck in the gaps between the scales.

Among them, the two deepest were pierced; one was embedded in its neck, leaving mottled blue bloodstains, its sharp edge aimed directly at its heart.

A nail was driven into its jaw, nearly piercing its head from bottom to top.

The culprit behind all this was, of course, a swarm of bedbugs still jumping around on the city wall.

Blue dragon Bashum climbed the city wall, charging in furiously, his bat wings, covered in hideous bone spikes, slashing horizontally.

"Get down!"

Leonidas's pupils contracted sharply, and he ordered the soldiers maintaining the Spartan phalanx to duck and avoid the monster's rampage.

At the same time, this descendant of Hercules grabbed a spear from the ground, slid down, passed it between the monster's claws, and brutally thrust it into the gap in its broken dragon scales.

"Ow!"

With another spray of dragon blood, the dragon roared and took flight, temporarily putting distance between itself and the barbarian.

Leonidas intended to press his advantage and capture the dragon, but the moment he rose and raised his hand, a sharp whistling sound pierced the night as a spear-like chain, like a venomous snake, thrust straight toward his chest.

"Anna!"

At the critical moment, two figures leaped up from the inside of the city wall, their sharp shouts echoing through the bleak night.

Chapter Fifty-Three: I am Sparta! (Two Updates)

when!when!when!when!

The crisp, sharp sound of chains clashing rang out, and a trail of sparks flew and flickered across the night sky.

The goddess's juvenile form, wearing a black hood, wielded a scythe to meet the oncoming Chains of Heaven. She spun the unkillable artifact with impenetrable power, deflecting the venomous fangs that emerged from the darkness.

Meanwhile, having suffered a loss due to carelessness last time, Anna, who was quite wary of the owner of the chains, unleashed her power to the limit as soon as she made her move.

The petrified purple magic eye gleamed in the night, weakening the magical tide stirred up by the Lock of Heaven and capturing the trajectory of the sharp cone at its tip.

The "Goddess's Divine Core" was operating wildly, and magnificent divine runes surged around Anna.

With the aid of "superhuman strength," the terrifying purplish-red arc of light repeatedly shattered the Heavenly Lock.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At the scene, silver chains were lashed, leaving nothing but ruins in their wake, whether it was bricks and stones or reinforced magic array patterns.

The petite, purplish-red figure moved with lightning speed, constantly unleashing arcs of light that sliced ​​several approaching bipedal dragons into mangled pieces, a display of ferocity that sent chills down one's spine.

The violent flow of magic roared and exploded, the aftershocks of the battle blasting through the high walls of Babylonia, which had been reinforced by magic time and time again, sending earth and stones flying.

The projectiles struck the raised round shields of the two rows of Uruk soldiers, producing a dull metallic thud that made the elite warriors' arms ache and their hearts tremble with fear.

Before the soldiers could recover from their shock, a tremor like a landslide or tsunami came from the wasteland outside the wall.

The Uruk warriors, who possessed night vision, were horrified to see plumes of smoke rising into the air, as a dense horde of monsters was swarming toward the north wall.

Worse still, the blue dragon Bashium, which had been hovering in mid-air, was also rapidly descending, determined to avenge itself on the humans who had inflicted its wounds.

Under immense pressure and the terrifying might of the dragon, the Uruk warriors, their hearts pounding and their livers and gallbladders trembling, felt as if their lives were about to end.

"boom!"

Stones flew everywhere, and the powerful blue dragon Bashum was stopped by a man and a shield after charging dozens of meters.

Leonidas, whose forehead was cut open by a shattered rock, had his vision blurred by blood, his muscles trembling violently, and his heels had already slid to the edge of the city wall.

One more step back, and even the slightest sway would send them plummeting from the high wall. The Uruk soldiers, who were glancing at the scene out of the corner of their eyes, felt their hearts skip a beat.

However, Leonidas, whose strength was far inferior to that of the dragon, took a heavy step forward with his last strength, and roared hysterically as he looked up.

"I am of Zeus' blood!"

The warrior's roar stirred up faint thunderous sounds, dispersing the pervasive dragon's might.

"I am a descendant of Hercules!"

Chi Chi!

Four massive dragon claws, pressing against the city wall, scraped with a piercing screeching sound, and the enormous body was pushed backward in an incredible way.

"I am Sparta!"

As the blazing flames rose, burly phantoms, each wielding a round shield and crouching low, gripping spears and short swords, emerged from behind Leonidas. They pressed against their comrades' waists, forming a tight formation, and mechanically, precisely, and cruelly pierced their weak points, following the patterns of dragon scales.

Instantly, the dragon scales broke, blood splattered from the wounds, and the arrogant superior race angrily flapped its wings in all directions.

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the phantoms disintegrated into disintegrating dust.

But they remained fearless, advancing wave after wave, determined to bite off a piece of flesh and tear off a scale from the monster.

Heroes are shining stars in human history, existing in the past or future, and they shine eternally.

The achievements of these extraordinary individuals are difficult to erase, no matter how much time passes.

Therefore, in the process of summoning them and strengthening them through spirit descent, these achievements and legends can be upgraded into special powers called "Noble Phantasms".

Leonidas is naturally associated with the famous Battle of Thermopylae in the future history of the Greek world.

At that time, when Xerxes I, the Persian emperor, was on a campaign against Greece, Leonidas led 300 Spartan warriors to defend Thermopylae for two days and two nights, holding off repeated attacks from an army of 500,000.

In the end, Leonidas and his three hundred comrades, after killing 20,000 Persian soldiers, all perished in battle.

The precious time gained through the delay provided a respite for the Greek city-states to unite and complete the troop redeployment, and laid the foundation for the survival of the Greek world.

It can be said that this Spartan king did not fail his divine lineage, and single-handedly influenced the future course of the entire Greek world.

These phantoms, though originating from the sublimation and condensation of a certain concept, are indeed the most perfect Spartan warriors in Leonidas's heart, a group of sturdy shields guarding the gates of the land!

As long as the Spartan king's will remains unbroken, it will be virtually impossible to shake this invincible army.

Therefore, the Flame Gate Guardians, who unleashed their powerful fighting abilities, kept the giant dragon busy dealing with them.

Seeing these towering figures, each so resolute and determined, the Uruk soldiers who had been standing there dumbfounded felt ashamed and their hearts wavered.

"Roar!"

As the wounds accumulated, blood dripped from the gaps in the dragon scales, and a roar of rage mixed with fear exploded in mid-air.

Unable to break free from the entanglement, the blue dragon Bashium angrily turned around and climbed towards the outside of the high walls of Babylonia.

"Roar! Roar!"

At the same time, a series of furious roars echoed from the darkness, and hundreds of ferocious black shadows plummeted from the sky.

One after another, the triceratops "Ushmugalu," with the wings of a dragon bat and three bony spikes growing from the head of a lion, pounced on Leonidas and the Spartan phalanx, which was now in disarray and loose.

These ferocious beasts were clearly intended to relieve the pressure on the blue dragon Bashium by using their numbers to storm the gates of Uruk.

"Boom!"

"Sparta!"

Just as the atmosphere froze, two piercing sounds of striking round shields, along with a familiar yet unfamiliar roar of battle intent, exploded in the ears of the Uruk soldiers.