Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Yes, Father God!"

The guardian god, wearing a horned helmet and sporting a full beard, inserted his longsword into the groove of the star-shaped wheel and spun it vigorously.

Tsk tsk tsk!

In an instant, streaks of colorful light fell from the Golden Palace, the domes of the various divine eras shifted and changed, and a large, ring-shaped void connecting heaven and earth slowly formed.

The last refuge surprisingly opened its doors, and the angel legions gathered there, gazing at the fertile land and vibrant life beneath the swirling clouds, raised their cross swords and swarmed inside.

Conquer heretics and become king of nations!

Sanctions are wielded with the sword, purification with the fire!

Chapter 232 Radiant War Angels vs. Hell Dragon Riders

First Rank, Mesopotamia, Absolute Warcraft Front.

"Boom boom boom!"

Thousands of blazing white stars, squeezed inch by inch from the great void, appeared in the sky, then lifted up long tails of flame and crashed heavily to the ground. A wave of earth hundreds of feet high surged in, blowing away all obstacles along the way, such as hills and trees, intending to shatter everything in one blow.

But this frenzy was ultimately cut and torn apart before a towering city wall.

Uruk, the fortress that withstood the monster hordes, three storms, and the seven-day calamity, and perpetuated the Mesopotamian civilization, has reappeared on the surface of the earth.

The densely packed incantation inscriptions covered almost every brick and stone. With the superposition of countless incantation seals, the seven-colored barrier formed an indestructible shell.

“Aaaa!”

Meanwhile, the origin of the soaring hymns is unknown.

Wow!

A dark, chaotic tide surged forth from the imaginary space outside the walls of Babylonia. The highly corrosive and assimilative liquid washed over and swallowed the densely packed, radiant humanoid figures, then continuously digested and dissolved them.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of angels were wiped out.

However, the initial setback did nothing to stop the massive army of angels from pouring in.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

Amidst a resounding song, a fearless and radiant human figure flew out from the gates of heaven.

This time, however, faced with the surging sea of ​​life on the ground, they dared not fold their wings and fall, so they had no choice but to set their sights on the fortress city standing ahead.

"Raise your bows and arrows! I grant permission to display the defense of Uruk with the highest wealth. Our resolve permeates the earth. Heed my command! Seal of God! Open all cannons!"

The hero-king, suspended in the sky, stood before the city fortress, looking down arrogantly at the ants before him.

With a gentle wave of Gilgamesh's right hand, the clay tablets in front of him slowly unfolded. As countless flying cuneiform characters moved about, tens of thousands of crossbow bolts distributed on the city walls immediately fired in unison. The precious prototype of the Noble Phantasm was recklessly used as ammunition, plowing up the ground layer by layer with a power comparable to tons of high explosives.

The densely packed angels were instantly wiped out by the saturation bombardment of the meteor shower, with nearly half of them disappearing in an instant.

"Bang! Boom!"

However, as they stumbled out of the artillery barrage, the towering walls, almost reaching the heavens and earth, shimmered with light, and the powerful clanging of shields and deafening roars pierced the sky. Dense, rain-like divine spears rained down from the heavens and earth.

Puff puff puff!

One by one, the angels who couldn't dodge in time, like roasted chickens skewered on sticks, fell from mid-air and disappeared into the tide of life, screaming as they decomposed and melted.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Michael, the vice-ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom in charge of the attack, was furious. The greatsword in his hand transformed into a blazing light, instantly dissolving all the magical beams, spell bullets, crossbows, and javelins flying in along the way.

"Lord, have mercy on this!"

Then, Michael gripped the sword hilt with both hands behind his back and solemnly prayed to the Lord of Armies.

Buzz buzz!

Instantly, magnificent gates to heaven appeared one after another behind this Lord of Light.

The Holy Spirit, with multiple wings on his back, wearing full armor, and wielding weapons such as swords, shields, spears, bows, knives, hammers, axes, and scepters, flew out of heaven and descended gracefully.

Every seam of their armor plates, even every pore, spewed forth radiant white flames, making them appear sacred and inviolable. Arrows and spears flying toward them were incinerated by the surrounding flames before they could even reach their bodies.

"Born of fire, darlings of war, my personal army, angels of light, conquer nations, eradicate heresy, and purify the evil of this world!"

As Archangel Michael, he summoned his strongest legion and launched an attack on this stubbornly resisting fortress.

Boom!

At the same time, the earth trembled and roared, tearing open gaps that led straight to the abyss, and the sound of flapping wings filled the air.

In an instant, a host of dragon-like monsters, including the Triceratops, Wyvern, Quetzalcoatlus, Black Dragon, Red Dragon, and Green Dragon, roared and charged out of the pitch-black abyss.

They were all covered in magnificent armor with layers upon layers of incantations, along with the protective properties of dragon scales, making these monsters' defenses reach an outrageous level.

On the backs of these dragon beasts, hundreds of thousands of battle-hardened elites, clad in jet-black magic steel armor and reborn from the flesh, wield various treasured weapons from the Babylonian treasury. Under the protection of the underworld and the effects of the immortal herb, they are nearly immortal.

"You little bastards, let Grandpa Tim show you something good!"

The old general, riding a three-headed black dragon, tucked his two-and-a-half-meter-long dragon spear under his arm, lightly tapping the dragon's belly with the spurs of his iron boots, and launched a ferocious charge. The army from hell formed a black torrent, scattering the angel army into pieces.

On the walls of Uruk, Ereshkigal and Ishtar exchanged a glance, their faces filled with pride.

This is their trump card, which they have painstakingly prepared—the Hell Dragon Riders!

The mother goddess Tiamat, known as the "Mother of Evil Dragons," possesses the power of the womb of all beasts and the sea of ​​life, and can create a large number of dragon species stored in her memory.

These powerful fantasy creatures, possessing flight capabilities and exceptional physical and magical resistance, combined with the millennia-old hellish spirits they've gathered and the weapons and armor from the Babylonian vaults, are practically mobile human fortresses.

This army is even more powerful than the Valkyries of Norse mythology, the Amazonian warriors of Rome, and the battle nymphs of Greece!

Amidst the frenzied cheers, the Hell Dragon Riders relentlessly pierced through the ranks of the War Angels of Light, as if they were in an empty field. Wherever their spears passed, these radiant humanoids crumbled and dissipated into bursts of light and flame.

"Lord, you are my rock, you are my refuge, you are my salvation!"

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Seeing that his side was being completely suppressed, Michael looked grim. He immediately used all his strength to call upon the power of the Kingdom of Heaven to descend once more.

hum!

Countless beams of blazing white light shot out from the great void, and the Sea of ​​Life hissed under the illumination of the beams of light.

At the same time, the aggregated spiritual particles formed one angel after another, replenishing Michael's army and surrounding the deep-seated hellish dragon riders.

"Mountains are awe-inspiring, stars are shining!"

The goddess of war, Ishtar, opened the gates of the heavens, took the concept of Venus into her palm, compressed it into ammunition, and filled it into the celestial ark, Maana. With an exaggerated backward arc, a massive arrow of light crashed down from the sky, the intense heat and explosion piercing through the reassembled formation of the angelic army.

"Heavens hold the seas, earth holds the prisons—my heel is the wrath of the underworld! Appear, fiery temple—embracing the spirit peaks, the saddle of the underworld!"

The goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal, emerged from the ground outside the city walls, standing on a spear cage. Countless blazing arcs of light skewered the angels who intended to be resurrected and reassembled, turning them into roasted chickens.

"Next, Unit Two, here we go!"

Immediately, a certain unscrupulous master, as was his habit, threw the shrunken, powerful weapon into the area where the angel army was most concentrated.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, the “Bull of the Sky” that had brought disaster and terror to the people of Uruk appeared tragically under siege, stepping out from the clouds with heavy hooves encircling arcs of lightning, shattering the angels along the way into basic spiritual particles.

"The Lord has given me a sword, immortal flames envelop me, holy light shines through countless eons, and sparks ignite a prairie fire!"

Michael raised his greatsword and pointed it to the sky, chanting divine words.

In an instant, a star, like the shield of David, fell from the sky and continuously shot out blazing white beams of light toward the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the immortal iron wall created by Uruk shook violently, its runes gradually fading away, and its defenses weakening continuously.

"Heaven and earth are separated, the star of creation!"

Gilgamesh's sword Ea unleashed a fierce ethereal storm, shooting towards the luminous star and shattering it.

"People of the world, hope to chain the gods!"

Almost simultaneously, Enkidu leaped into the air, the Chains of Heaven behind him flying out from the golden vortex to intercept large fragments and prevent them from impacting the ground.

Above Uruk, a magnificent sky garden, surrounded by twelve black crystal slabs, has come into existence.

"Magnificence is displayed here! Destruction descends here! — The Vignettes of the Sky!"

The dark and corrosive beams of light formed a dense and terrifying net of fire. As the most ancient poisoner, even the creations of the gods from beyond the heavens could not be completely exempt. The angels that were hit were all torn apart and rotted.

On the courtyard balcony, Semiramis, the beautiful character dressed entirely in a black dress, slowly raised her glass and drank the crimson wine.

At this time, the war on the ground had reached a fever pitch, with an endless army of angels swarming forward, fearless of death.

They yearn for the final judgment! For the rebirth of their world!

"kill!"

Gilgamesh roared, repeatedly wielding the sword Ea to clear a path. The immense wind pressure carved out a vacuum, whipping up bursts of light and severing limbs. Behind him, the gates of Uruk were wide open, and the Sumerians, born and raised there, raised their weapons and charged after their king.

At this moment, the king and the people are one! The nation and the family coexist!

Chapter 233 Battlefield of the Gods

At the same time, the other eight great divine generations also began to sound the horns of war.

The second sequence, the Radiant Composite Temple – Egypt.

The water angel Gabriel gazed at the vast desert and was momentarily stunned. In this environment, her powers and her subordinates with water-related attributes were significantly weakened.

But before this scattered army of angels could regroup and begin its invasion of this divine realm, howling winds and swirling sandstorms swept across the area, blowing these radiant humanoids about.

"Roar!

Immediately, a deafening roar resounded as tens of thousands of Sphinxes, with their hooves raised and wings flapping, charged and trampled wildly.

Even more terrifying, the desert below the angel army began to surge and heat up, frantically evaporating the moisture in the air, making the environment even drier and more severe.

"All waters are divided into upper and lower parts; those above move clouds and rain to purify impurities!"

Gabriel coldly chanted divine words, and the temperature in the desert plummeted. Raindrops pelted down, the surroundings became damp, and the sandstorm subsided.

"Praise be to you, Ra, astounding ascent to you!"

You rise, you shine, and you make the heavens roll aside.

You are the king of the gods, the lord of all things!

We come from you, and are made holy through you.

However, a solemn and low chant came from the calming sandstorm, echoing in the pale yellow sky.

Immediately afterwards, several dark sun ships, their bodies covered in runes and moving freely through the sandstorm, carrying Egyptians filled with hatred, gathered here.

They once lost their homeland and their loved ones.

When disaster strikes, they, as the weak, can only gaze at the setting sun over the Nile River amidst ruins and desolation, silently weeping.

But now, the framework based on the Egyptian Age of Gods has been reshaped by Gaia's will, and they finally have the power and leverage for revenge.

Amidst the chanting of divine incantations taken from the Book of the Dead, colossal pyramids rose slowly from the desert.

The pyramid shadow, constructed from that concept, bombarded with terror, and hundreds and thousands of angels were pulverized like flies under a giant hand.

This power almost solidified the desert, causing the scattered sand particles to crystallize highly, shattering the bones and bodies of tens of thousands of invading enemies, turning them into scattered light dust.

"It is the sunset of Egypt, the serpent of time that signifies the end. — [Serpent of the End, Dawn, descend upon this place!]!"

"The Mirror of Corpses, the Mirror of Darkness. It has become a gateway, drawing terror to this place—the [Netherworld Mirror Codex]!"

On the flagship guarded by the Dark Sun Ship, Pharaoh Nitocris and Cleopatra each displayed the power of their divine concepts.

Instantly, a wildly dancing golden cobra spiraled down, and the magic mirror that communicated with the underworld summoned countless souls and mummy guards to the mortal realm.

At the same time, as Nitocris swung the scepter that originally belonged to Pharaoh Ramses II, the pyramid doors opened wide, and whirlpools appeared one after another on the sandy ground. Anubis, the jackal god, wearing ribbons and with his forearms bent and hooked with flails, emerged from inside the pyramid and the underground sandy sea, and then charged in formation.

The war of the Avengers has begun!

The third sequence, creation, death, and reincarnation—ancient India.

"Extinction lies in this one thrust! Burn completely, Brahma! Curse my body—[Sun Wheel, submit to death!]!"

"The sacred domain has expanded, space has been fixed, and the execution period of divine punishment has been set... All approvals are complete. With Shiva's wrath, you will all perish here—[The Hand Shadow of the God of Destruction]!"

"Reveal, by my will, the power of Vishnu! — [Through the Rakshasas, yet never to perish]!"

In mid-air, the incarnations of Karna, Arjuna, and Rama, the three Hindu gods, each unleashed their Noble Phantasms and true names, launching a frenzied sweep of the angelic army above India.