Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At the same time, the heavenly gods, led by the thunder god Indra, awakened their powers and launched an offensive, followed closely by the armies of the dragon, yaksha, gandharva, garuda, kinnara, and mahoraga tribes.

On the human side, the armies of various states, responding to the call of the gods, gathered here, riding tens of thousands of war elephants, and launched a fearless charge.

Even if their bodies perish in this war, their souls will flow into the Ganges, return to the embrace of Brahma, enter a new cycle of reincarnation, and receive the reward for their good deeds in the next life.

Moreover, at Rama's invitation, Hanuman, the monkey king who had previously helped the king of Kosala, and his monkey army also came from afar to join the battle and fight for their right to live.

The fourth sequence, sealing off the final four seas—Okeanos.

The waves surged, and the creations of the Deep Sea Fleet and the Erkedna Armory almost covered the entire sea surface, tinting the blazing white halo hanging from the sky with a dark hue.

During crustal movements, the Kingdom Ten Islands drifted to the front of the continent, forming a barrier-like island arc chain that guards the front.

Moreover, in the deep sea, waves surged, and three layers of dark curtains and three bronze gates opened one after another, forming a great whirlpool that led directly to the [Tartarus Cave] and the [Elysium].

"Hoohoo!"

The tyrannical Titans, having broken free of their restraints, emerged from the sea, leaping up and tearing down hordes of angels from the sky. They ripped them apart as if they were birds to be eaten, then stuffed them into their mouths and chewed them.

"Glory belongs to the Argo Expeditionary Force!"

The heroes, returning from the underworld, clad in light armor and wielding shields and javelins, boarded the fleet led by the Argo.

Besides the heroes, elite troops such as the Battle Nymphs, Typhon's offspring, the 88 Constellation Saints, the Arcadian Hunters, and the Spartan Rear Guard also gathered here.

These ancient warships, forged from divine wood and equipped with various operational techniques, cleaved through the storm waves with high-pitched shouts, heading towards the blockaded seas and keeping the angelic army at bay on land.

The fifth order, the eternal empire of madness—Ancient Rome.

"Glory may belong to Greece, but greatness will surely belong to Rome!"

Before the Pantheon, the Rose Emperor Nero, dressed in divine attire, stood atop a stage-like metal structure, raised his fist, and uttered a proud, powerful voice, while Amazonian warriors gathered behind him like clouds.

"Rome! Rome! Rome!"

Seven hills of light pulsate, each Roman emperor leading his own army. Under the resonance of divine power and the proud shouts of the Romans, the legions are connected into an inseparable whole by the overall concept of "Rome".

At the same time, the sacred flames blazed in the temples everywhere, and beams of light shot into the sky. The twelve Olympian gods emerged from the light curtain, driving their chariots and galloping across the land.

"O God Cornunos, bless this place!"

Moreover, the Celts, who had been incorporated into Rome and possessed autonomy, joined the battle, led by Queen Boudica and guarding several native gods, including Cornunus.

Under the overwhelming military might, the angelic army was divided and cut off. For the first time, these creatures, who were always proud of their numbers, felt the oppressive feeling of being surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Chapter 234 See You in Valhalla

The sixth sequence, the battlefield of Asura Hell—Persia.

“Sky, sky shrouded by my ever-changing scales. Earth, earth devoured by my gluttonous jaws. The serpent that can even block the lament of heaven and earth— ‘O demon, block all heaven and earth.’”

The Asura King, Phrido, swept his spear across the sky, creating etheric tides that formed colossal serpents that devoured thousands of angels, clearing the heavens.

"Iron Fist Judge!"

"Eye of the Elf!"

Five stones!

At this moment, Martha, the Queen of Sheba, and King David led the Jewish tribes to join the ranks.

"May your soul suffer as if a pomegranate were peeled away, and may your heart be accepted! —Delusional Heartbeat!"

"We are both a group and an individual, an individual and a group, a group with a hundred appearances and a thousand transformations—delusions and illusions!"

"Intensely hot, as if melting. It burns away the body and mind of the victim completely. —Delusional Poison Body!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of shadowy figures, like smoke and mist, led by Hassan including Cursed Arm, Hundred Faces, and Tranquility, emerged from the legion and began assassinating various mid- to high-ranking angels.

Such a grand feast would naturally not be missed by the Assassins.

"To the tales of heroes!"

"The arrow is complete! Imbued with holy flame!"

Moreover, Scheherazade, Arash, and their sorcerers, meteor legions, and undead army all appeared, occupying advantageous terrain and launching a siege.

"Fight to your heart's content, slaughter without restraint! My minions, let's enjoy this feast of blood and fire, this apocalyptic revelry!"

The alluring blonde goddess, her eyes flashing with a manic, blood-red light, chuckled wildly.

On the desolate land, a thick, crimson mist rose and swirled, twisting and turning. One by one, hideous men and beautiful, alluring women, like sharks smelling blood and hearing the king's call, emerged from the dense blood mist, greedily inhaling its enticing fragrance.

The Asuras are ugly men and beautiful women; they are fierce and warlike, born for battle!

The land of Persia, having been soaked in blood time and again, has long since become a fertile ground of corpses and wails, a battlefield suitable for these evil gods to fight!

The Asura warriors, their fighting spirit blazing, took a deep breath of the lingering blood and sorrow in the air, grinned savagely, and condensed the blood energy in their hands into various weapons such as swords, spears, and shields. Their tall bodies moved like cheetahs, rushing and darting, like a sharp knife with its blade gleaming, fiercely stabbing into the ranks of the angel army, bringing with them a storm of blood and carnage.

If light is obscured and justice is lost, then let war end war, and killing end killing!

kill!

kill!

kill!

The Seventh Sequence, the Endless Age of Ice and Flame, Northern Europe.

The magnificent golden palace, perched atop the clouds, was revealed in its entirety. Odin, the king of the gods, sat upon the throne, his deep, single eye opening to gaze upon the heavens, permeated by the gates of the kingdom, and upon the angels swarming in like locusts. He struck Gungnir, the spear of eternity, and a solemn, low hum echoed throughout the nine kingdoms.

Suddenly, on the ancient continent of Midgard, which was filled with the aura of frost and fire, the Rainbow Bridge opened, connecting the nine kingdoms. Streams of light shot out from the colorful vortex and scattered in the air.

"Isotope, beginning to appear. Synchronization initiation. Aiming complete..."

"Leg, runes, in the name of Odin, the Father, grant me strength..."

"Everyone, here we go—Final Fantasy: Girl's Descent!"

Riding on winged Pegasus and wielding spears and shields, the Valkyries, led by Unit-01 Brunhilde and nine prototypes including Slud, Otrind, and Hilde, flapped their swan wings and soared in flight. As they rose to the appropriate height, the Valkyries lowered their heads, gently kissed the light-like spears, called out the true names of their Noble Phantasms, and then threw them in unison.

Tsk tsk tsk!

In an instant, a hail of gunfire, like a waterfall of bullets, accompanied by the deafening roar of ether, tore through the air and crashed down, piercing the reckless angels one by one toward the ground.

Immediately afterward, before these distorted, radiant individuals could draw their spears, heal their wounds, and rise from the ground, the ground trembled violently.

The angels, each with its unique shape, have countless disordered eyeballs blinking intricately, vividly reflecting the dark, raging tide surging from the horizon.

Those were the armies of the nine Nordic countries, densely packed and seemingly endless.

We come from the land of ice and snow

From the place where the sun shines at night and hot springs erupt

The Hammer of the Gods will propel our ships to new lands.

To fight for the tribe, they sang and wept in Valhalla.

Hall of Heroes, the abode of the gods

I am coming!"

The berserkers sang hymns to a rough and wild tune, their eyes bloodshot, muscles bulging, and their bodies visibly expanding several times their original size as they ran with abandon, their fighting spirit and madness surging wildly within them.

To be born for war and to die for honor—that is the mark of a true hero.

Death cannot frighten them, for the Valkyries will guide their souls into the Golden Palace, where they will be reborn in flesh, and the gods will drink and make merry with them, competing in skill until the eternity of the world!

"immortal!"

"immortal!"

"immortal!"

The Viking warriors roared like thunder, like beasts in human skin, charging into the fallen angel ranks, tearing their spines and trampling their skulls, declaring to these outsiders with the most ferocious and cruelty who truly ruled this land of ice and fire.

Meanwhile, human druid priests from various countries in Midgard stacked buffs such as Restoration, Strength, Swiftness, Keenness, and Intuition above the heads of their berserker teammates, turning these frontline berserkers into human tanks.

Meanwhile, the Aesir gods from Asgard, spearheaded by Thor and Odin, charged forward in their chariots, while the Vanir gods from Vanaheim, led by their queen Frigga, chanted divine incantations and unleashed powerful runic spells.

The light spirit from Alfheim, wielding a bow and arrow, aimed with precision at the angels in mid-air, his arrows, engraved with divine runes, almost never missing their mark.

The dark elves from Wat Alheim, like wisps of smoke, traversed the battlefield. Their daggers, flying up and down, pierced the bodies of these strange, radiant beings from unexpected angles, and the curses etched on the blades spread outwards.

A dwarf from Nidavellir piloted the airship, sprayed oil, and spun the magic cannon, beginning a frenzied bombardment.

The frost giants and hill giants from Jotunheim, along with the fire giants recruited from Muspelheim, led by Loki and Skadi, left frost and mist wherever they went. One by one, the burning angels were frozen in place, only to be shattered by the chaotic and slanted spikes of the ground, turning into light dust that dissipated.

Above the vast army of giants, a fleet of undead from Helheim, composed of dead bones and fingernails and piloted by pale white skeletons, followed closely behind, responsible for suppressing the air.

Holo and Hela sat atop the flagship, surveying the entire scene.

As a relatively young age of gods, the Norse civilization was in its most prosperous phase. The cooperation between different types of troops caused the divided and surrounded angel legions to suffer a bitter battle. Batch after batch of them were blasted apart and reduced to pure spiritual particles, falling to the land where ice and fire intertwined.

Chapter 235 How can it be said that we have no clothes?

The eighth sequence, Crystal Tree Valley, Maya!

As soon as the angels broke through the protective barrier of the World Tree and entered the inner side, their vision was obscured by thick miasma.

Looking out, the vast land stretches out with rolling mountains and lush vegetation growing wildly, forming an endless tropical rainforest, like a green ocean.

Eternal life is bestowed by death; heretics and enemy nations shall be punished with the sword! Purified with fire!

Let the world return to pristine white! This is the day the planet is reborn!

Amidst countless buzzing murmurs, blazing flames erupted from the angelic army, and spells of condensed ether appeared before them.

"You're all here? Then come down and have a seat, meow!"

However, just as the angelic army was preparing to purify the land, a mocking murmur came from the dense forest.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The next moment, sharp whistling sounds filled the air as tangled branches and vines shot out from the hazy mist, forming an impenetrable net that dragged the angels stranded in mid-air by their hands and feet, around their waists and abdomens, or by their necks into the humid, dense forest.

Suddenly, the angels, like birds caught in a net, fell into a green sea of ​​trees known as the Cage.

In the hazy mist that obscured perception, a figure as swift as the wind swept silently through the dense forest, causing only a slight tremor in the branches and leaves before tearing out the cores of several angels who were struggling to escape and crushing them.

As the pure ether was consumed, the hooded leopard let out a burp, its amber eyes shining brightly, and a satisfied smile appeared on its upturned lips.

The jaguar represents death.

The jaguar has fangs.

Jaguars have sharp claws.

Jaguars represent accidental death, fear, and inescapable suffering.

The jaguar is a symbol of the jungle itself.

In the dense forest, only by obediently offering a living sacrifice to the cat can reconciliation be sought!

Wait, Kukul said there's no reconciliation, they have to be wiped out?

The leopard-man scratched his head, his pink tongue curling up unconsciously as he savored the delicious meal he had just had, his eyes shining again.

Then let's leave them all behind!

"Men, the lunchboxes have been delivered to our doorstep, don't be shy, go ahead and teach these bastards a lesson!"

The leopard-man leaped onto a branch, raised his grappling hook, and shouted joyfully towards the boundless dense forest.

In an instant, creatures with leopard heads, tiger heads, wolf heads, and humanoid bodies, amidst a chilling rustling sound, darted through the dense forest, knocking down the group of outsiders who had been pulled into this green ocean, piercing their hearts and lungs with their claws and sharp teeth, and tearing their bodies apart.

puff! puff! puff! puff!

Instantly, within the boundless sea of ​​trees, muffled sounds of bodies being torn apart echoed one after another.

Even as the angels struggled to break free, unleashing beams of magic to fight back, they could not hit these ghostly figures, which were empowered by divine might.

Within the dense forest, there are not only these creatures with animal heads, but also jaguar and leopard warriors wielding obsidian weapons, wearing animal-head hoods, and with their faces painted with oil paint.

These indigenous people, born and raised here, have long since learned to blend into their environment and always appear and disappear unpredictably.

Although they were not good at large-scale teamwork, the angels who fell into the dense forest were being consumed at an alarming rate by the traps they unknowingly stepped into, the swamps they got into while chasing, the monsters they encountered, the blowguns that flew out of nowhere, and the obsidian swords that "grew" out of the trees.

Meanwhile, inside a square pyramid overgrown with vines, Kukulkan, dressed in military attire, placed his hand on the moss-covered Sun Calendar Stone, his golden serpentine eyes gazing into the dense forest, taking in the silent battlefields everywhere.

But for some reason, a faint trace of worry permeated the deep pupils of Quetzalcoatl.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the misty valley behind him.