Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

got windy.

Boudica gently brushed aside her flowing hair, turned to gaze at the vast, chaotic sea, and quietly placed her raised right hand on her heart, murmuring softly.

Your Majesty, I await your triumphant return...

Meanwhile, in Tanbei Canyon, as the Divine Tower collapsed, the affected magic barrier suddenly shattered, exposing the entire camp to the air.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, a series of ear-piercing shrieks came from the airspace near the Sea of ​​Chaos. One after another, live bullets with a diameter of nearly ten meters slammed into the Persian positions and exploded suddenly, with the flying fragments and surging shock waves sweeping in all directions.

The vegetation along the way was destroyed, and mud flew everywhere. The Persian army's so-called defensive fortifications were bombarded relentlessly. The soldiers, like headless flies, along with their positions, were blasted into the air. Bloody and mangled limbs mixed with scarlet mud were scattered in all directions.

Many soldiers who were still fast asleep in their tents had purplish-black blood flowing from their seven orifices. Some were blown up along with their tents, some were buried in the mud and nearly suffocated, and some were literally shaken to death.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of red and black magic streams crisscrossed and came, like the scythe of death, and the weak soldiers fell one after another like harvested wheat.

Under such relentless bombardment, even with the mountains as a barrier, the Persian army inevitably descended into chaos and collapse, unable to even organize an effective formation.

The overwhelming artillery bombardment continued for several rounds before finally subsiding, allowing the soldiers who had been huddled in the ravine and in the blind spots of the firing line to finally catch their breath for a moment.

However, before the Persians could catch their breath, a dark fleet, like one from the underworld, broke through the vast sea fog and sailed toward the shore. Inside the wide-open landing craft, thousands of spherical wide-area annihilation weapons took off like a swarm of bees leaving their hive.

The Ecdna Armory creations, including the Primal Cerberus, the Primal Hydra, and the Humanoid Annihilation Device, which were carried by the fleet, landed on the beach, cut off the rear, and headed towards Tambey Canyon.

"Hold it! Hold it!"

Darius I, covered in dust and dirt, brandished his scimitar, desperately trying to stabilize the situation, roaring hysterically.

Roar!Roar!Roar!

At the same time, the earth shook violently, and the three Behemoths broke free of their chains, roaring as they charged toward the shore, trampling mechanical structures along the way into sparking, broken parts.

hum!hum!hum!

However, the three-headed monsters hadn't gone far when a blazing stream of ethereal light slammed into their chests. The terrifying impact propelled the Behemoth war beasts, carving a hundred-meter-deep crater in the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

Immediately afterwards, two towering bronze giants and a magnificent mechanical body reconstructed from a silver-white wooden horse into human form landed on the battlefield, forming a triangular formation, and charged towards the three-headed Behemoth war beast.

The bronze giant Talos, barely restored in the Kingdom of Ten Islands, and the Trojan Horse of the End, piloted by Odysseus, have already made their appearance.

Immediately, the trembling sound of metal rubbing together and the roar of bodies colliding created a series of sonic booms and splashes of earth, making the surrounding area hazy. From the outside, one could only vaguely see three pairs of giant objects engaged in a fierce battle and slaughter.

While the deep-sea fleet was advancing from the rear, the Greek army, like a raging tide, surged out of Thermopylae, crossed the wilderness, and swept towards the Tanbei Valley.

In the sky, the Norse Valkyrie legion effortlessly shattered Ifrit's ranks, cutting and strangling these fire spirits blessed by the power of light.

At low to medium altitudes, the agile combat nymphs fluttered their transparent wings, like hunters in a jungle, chasing down Persian spellcasters who had boarded flying carpets.

On the ground, Amazonian warriors, like sharp triangular cones, riddled the barely assembled Undead army with holes, rampaging across the battlefields of these elite Persian forces with near-utter devastation.

Meanwhile, the disoriented Persian regular army faced a host of opponents that left them in despair, including Athenian hoplites, Spartan royal guards, Arcadian hunters, Thessalian bronze chariots, Norse berserkers, a luxurious team of Athenian magicians, and the Druid community.

Under the all-out offensive of the Panhellenic coalition, from the sea to the air and from the air to the ground, the Persian army in the Tambe Valley suffered a complete defeat.

Whoosh whoosh!

Just then, three golden-green lights shot into the sky from Tanbei Canyon, stirring up a surging torrent of ether, heading straight for Thermopylae.

Chapter 194 This isn't theological enough!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Enveloped in a stream of vibrant ethereal light, several luxurious aircraft, shaped like large golden-green birds and constructed entirely of gold and emeralds, had magic arrays on their outer wings that focused and hummed like cannon muzzles, converging magical beams that surged forward.

The Valkyries along the way sensed the surging magic power within, their hair stood on end, and they instinctively raised their shields, only to be knocked away, and the surroundings became quiet.

What the hell is this!

Inside Thermopylae, Skadi, standing in front of the sand table, saw the Valkyrie Legion injured through the magic array and her expression changed drastically.

"The Ark of Light—Vimana!"

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, Samael, who was sitting on the throne, coughed lightly, pondered for a moment, and answered the questions of the heroes who were waiting for orders.

According to some Sanskrit texts from ancient India, this mythical flying vehicle had a sturdy body like a giant bird, and was made mostly of gold and precious gemstones.

People can sit on it and soar through the sky. It can rise vertically, descend vertically, and move forward and backward at an angle. Even humans can move freely in the sky where gods roam and in the boundless ocean.

Furthermore, some stone tablets and documents even describe these flying vehicles as carrying powerful weapons and their use in warfare. The two great ancient Indian epic poems, the Ramayana and the Mahabharata, describe their specific functions.

Vimona is equipped with features including zigzag flight, wing deployment (for high-speed flight), emergency avoidance (to avoid collisions with other Vimona), optical camouflage and stealth, and communication interception.

Furthermore, this thing is powered by solar energy generated from mercury-fueled solar crystals, allowing it to fly at high speeds, defying the laws of physics and easily surpassing modern jet aircraft.

Legend has it that they are also equipped with laser beams, ancient machine guns, ancient nuclear warheads, and biological weapons, among other things.

Tsk, the self-regulating cannons of the Seal of God in Uruk, the flood control project of the Fang of Napishtim; the deep-sea fleet, the twelve machine gods, the giant soldiers, and the power armor of Atlantis; the asteroid vanguard replicas of Norsemen, namely the Valkyrie Legion; the Behemoth war beasts, Leviathan serpents, and Ifrit Legion of Persia, which are equivalent to biological weapons...

In addition to Vimana, the radiant boat of ancient India, and the magical tanks, interstellar Great Wall, and starship fleets built by the Qin Dynasty after its millennia-long existence...

Holy crap, how come the Age of Gods is full of high-tech gadgets? Are you kidding me?! This isn't theological enough!

So, is the end of science theology?

Having experienced different mythologies, Samael couldn't help but twitch his lips and mutter a sarcastic remark.

If I'm not mistaken, these high-tech products from ancient India were likely created by Rama.

The Indian trio was likely able to cross the Sea of ​​Chaos, reach Thermopylae, and make contact with the Persians using this mode of transportation.

At this moment, the three Radiant Ships unleashed their full firepower and charged towards Thermopylae with unstoppable momentum. The assembled Valkyries and Battle Nymphs tried to intercept them several times, but were all scattered.

Because they were not only facing Vimana, but also a group of Persian heroes riding on these three flying machines.

Fortunately, these Persian assault troops had no intention of getting entangled with Greek air power, so the casualties to the Valkyries and Battle Nymphs were very limited.

Is it a desperate gamble?

Samael propped his chin up with his left hand, leaned back in his chair, and surveyed the battle. His serpentine eyes glanced at the figure standing atop Vimana. He raised his right hand, ordering Valkyrie and Battle Nymph to step aside, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Hey, red-haired guy, we didn't settle the score last time, let's go somewhere else and continue!"

Unable to contain his warlike blood, Quetzalcoatl was the first to rush to the top of Thermopylae, cracking his knuckles and a fanatical smile playing on his lips, before leaping over the high wall.

"Roar! The leopard makes its grand entrance! It's about to take down its opponent, meow!"

The equally restless leopard-man beckoned to his old rival, the Asura King Furido, with a roguish grin, cheered, and followed Kukulkan off the city wall.

As the two Mayan gods were in freefall, two wind-god pterosaurs roared out from a magic circle formed in mid-air, caught their respective masters, and sped towards the sea of ​​chaos.

Rama and Vritra, who were specifically invited, naturally did not need to say more. They stirred up the ether, transformed into streams of light, and went to accept the challenge.

Immediately following this, based on the previously agreed-upon strategy, the heroes who remained behind, and even the gods, set off to meet their respective opponents.

Because the Greek heroes were already well aware of the situation of the Persian high-end forces, the opponents they sent out were always extremely effective against the enemy's heroes, making it difficult for the other side to hold on.

Seeing that the Persians had exhausted all their means and were in a dead end, and that if they didn't hurry, they wouldn't get a single hair, pairs of fiery eyes fell on Samael.

"Go ahead, I can't wait to have breakfast in Tanbei Canyon."

Samael's lips curled into a smile, and the Greek heroes immediately understood, grinning maliciously as they charged into the battlefield, unable to contain their surging blood.

Since there were really no opponents, the heroes, eager for battle, resorted to second best and chased after high-level Persian units such as the Behemoth, the Calamity Eagle Sheila, and the Fire Spirit Ifrit, giving them a thorough beating.

With the addition of fresh troops, the Persian army, which had been subjected to repeated attacks, suffered nearly half its losses in just half an hour. The remaining forces, facing attacks from two sides, retreated to the last mountain hollow in the Tanbei Gorge, becoming trapped beasts struggling in their death throes.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the main hall of Wenquan Pass was completely different from the fierce battlefield ahead. With the heroes setting off and the army advancing, it appeared spacious and quiet.

Samael, who did not need to personally take charge or command, paced around the sand table, observing the overall situation. His brow gradually furrowed, and his steps became unsteady.

Suddenly, the ancient serpent, turning the corner, looked at the Greek army crossing the last line of defense of the Persians. Its brows relaxed, its body paused, and it raised its hand to cover its mouth and coughed violently. When it withdrew its fingers and palm, a glaring scarlet color appeared on its palm.

Finally... it's over...

"Woo!"

Just then, a somber and eerie horn sounded, and a sacred chant echoed over Thermopylae.

"At the end times, the seven deadly sins will defile the holy hearts of believers. Our Lord is above, and all glory, majesty, power, and authority belong to Him!"

"Open the seven seals, sound the seven trumpets, and proclaim the destiny of this world. The kingdoms of the earth have become the kingdom of our Lord and the Lord God, and He will reign forever and ever!"

In an instant, a gate adorned with twelve kinds of gemstones slowly opened in mid-air, and pure white feathers fluttered down. The phantom of the First Temple behind the gate was projected onto Thermopylae.

hum!

In an instant, a halo-like fortress, like the kingdom of gods, rose from the ground and completely sealed off Thermopylae.

At the same time, the air inside the hall suddenly blazed fiercely, and with a sharp whooshing sound, a dazzling crimson streak swept through the hall, like a falling red comet, heading straight for the figure in front of the sand table in the central courtyard!

Chapter 195 My weakness doesn't mean you're stronger than me

Inside the main hall, the snake's vertical pupils contracted sharply amidst the interplay of light and darkness. It instinctively stretched its arms forward, and the Medusa Shield, materialized from the magic array, stood in front of it.

when!

The greatsword, enveloped in blazing red flames, struck the shield, producing a sharp, metallic clang, and the exquisite miniature sand table crumbled and shattered.

A cloud of dust billowed and swirled, and Samael, who was directly hit, slid back dozens of meters before staggering and collapsing onto his throne. His face turned pale, and he coughed violently, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

"You're indeed badly injured..."

Amidst a low murmur, a tall and elegant figure entered the hall, casually pulling down his hood to reveal bright golden hair and a handsome face. Behind him, six blazing white wings slowly flapped, while the crimson cross sword in his hand plunged into the ground, sending down wisps of fiery feathers.

Samael's eyes, like the stars in the Chinese cross, opened and closed as he pursed his lips and stared intently at the newcomer.

“Mithras, the god of light? And your master Ahura? Or should he be called—Jehovah…”

"To call the Lord's name directly is blasphemy! A capital offense!"

The handsome blond youth had an indignant expression, his jewel-like eyes seemed to be burning, and the halo behind him was as dazzling as the sun, stirring up a fierce etheric storm within the hall.

"Born of fire, its source is flame, its power is light, it emanates from divine will, and is like the divine..."

Samael coldly gazed at the radiant figure below the courtyard, and murmured softly.

"【Son of Light】, 【Right Seat of God】, 【Vice-Lord of Heaven】, so many titles, what should I call you, Michael?"

The handsome young man below the court changed his expression slightly, but then his eyes sharpened and a cold, murderous smile appeared on his lips.

"Stop wasting your energy stalling for time! This is the gate of heaven, this is the kingdom of God!"

Michael decisively saw through the man's intentions. With a cold laugh, he made a grasping motion with his left hand and drew the Crimson Cross Sword from the lava-flowing ground. With a series of sonic booms, he leaped forward and struck the figure on the throne.

"Sinner, you are now a prisoner. Within half an hour, no one will be able to breach the Lord's fortress from the outside and face the judgment of this end times!"

"A trial, is that it?"

On the throne, the man suddenly looked up, his star-shaped eyes opening and closing.

However, the surrounding air trembled eerily, and the burning sword blade was abruptly halted just three inches from the foreign king's brow, unable to get any closer. Michael was trapped in the mud, frozen in mid-air like a still painting.

"Just because I'm weaker doesn't mean you're stronger than me!"

In a chilling whisper, Samael's lips curled into a ferocious smile. At this moment, divine power surged around him, and streams of red and black magic, like snakes and pythons, coiled and wrapped around the crimson cross sword and Michael's limbs and neck.

how come!

The Child of Light's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief. He gritted his teeth and desperately resisted the suppression and erosion of the [Enemy of the Lord]'s divine power, his mind filled with chaotic images.

"Can't figure it out?"

As the ancient serpent unleashed its divine power, eroding the aura surrounding Michael, it leaned back on its throne, arrogantly propping up its chin and murmuring with amusement, provoking its opponent's nerves with its words.

"What makes you think you still have a sliver of a chance of winning? Hmm?"

As a figure from his memory surfaced, Michael was startled and roared in suppressed rage.

"Marda! Traitor!"

"No, no, you misunderstand. This holy maiden is still devout and is telling you the truth, it's just... it's the truth that I showed her."

Samael's lips curled slightly as he quietly revealed the answer.

Was he kind? Perhaps...

However, in a war between two armies, he would not be so generous as to allow an opponent who knew the Greek military situation to return to the enemy camp.

Unless, this opponent has another purpose...

"People always believe what they want to believe, and through Martha's words, I gave you the answer you wanted."