Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"laugh!"

At the same time, on the wrecked ark, a shadowy figure, invisible to the air, rose into the sky, its sharp sword light slashing forward as if to sever the mortal world.

As if time had stood still, Marduk looked down in astonishment and saw the dark blade slashing across the small gap created by the combined attack of Moses and Ramses II.

Click...

With a crisp, trembling sound, the Holy Covenant within the white giant was neatly split in two.

Because of this tiny imperfection, he actually...

“Laaaa!”

The next moment, a soaring hymn uncontrollably emanated from the white giant's abdomen, and an overwhelming surge of consciousness broke through the layers of shackles laid down by Marduk.

Chapter 244 The Devil on the Left, the Angel on the Right

"Go to hell, die, die!"

Marduk half-covered his eyes with his left hand, feeling as if his left head, which was connected to the giant god, was about to explode. His sinister gaze was fixed on the ark floating on the sea of ​​nothingness. He raised his arm in resentment and roared as he swept it towards the remnants of the Huns who had caused the trouble.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, heaven and earth resonated. In the left eye of the white giant, countless stardust, enveloping the other half of the Holy Covenant, burst forth from its eye socket, its radiance swaying and dissipating continuously.

boom!

Just as the colossal hand was about to crush down, a slender and elegant arm of light pierced out from the side, blocking the overwhelming blow. Meanwhile, the other hand grabbed the wrecked ark and forcefully pushed it towards a patch of ruined World Tree.

The Huns gazed into the distance and were astonished to see, amidst the mingling of stardust and celestial light, a white giant with rabbit-shaped ears of light, a body possessing female characteristics, and skin covered in golden and blue star patterns, forming to the left of the white behemoth.

Since ancient times, demons have been on the left and gods on the right.

But God has fallen and become a demon.

Even a demon can possess angel wings!

Bang bang bang!

Two colossal beings, one on the left and one on the right, clashed and bombarded each other like wild beasts of the starry sky on the pale, empty sea.

"You dare betray mere weapons!"

The white colossus, with its empty left eye and blazing right pupil, roared in fury, but was met only with a fierce storm of resistance from the opposite side.

The weapon, named the Wandering Star Vanguard, gleamed with unprecedented emotion in its left eye, allowing the beams of light to pierce and tear it apart, creating holes of all sizes. Like an indestructible iron wall, it stood between Marduk and the Ark, charging forward relentlessly.

That stubborn heart finally warmed, and began to beat with a rebellious pulse.

The Scourge of God is not the one who lashes out at God to punish the world, but rather the mortal king who raises his hand upward to blaspheme God's power!

The grasslands have been lost; behind us lies our territory, our land, our country, and our people!

That was the civilization I created!

Survivors of the ordeal huddled in a corner of the ship's cabin, silently weeping with joy in their eyes, their figures like pilgrims, kneeling and bowing in the utmost humility and devotion to the entity that had once brought terror to the world.

Their king has returned...

Divine response has decreased significantly!

Become!

Within the Ten Ages of Gods, the gods, nearing their end, sensed the rapidly diminishing, previously unfathomable power of the sea. Overjoyed, their eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Let a swarm of ants burn to ashes as weeds!"

However, the situation spiraled out of control, causing Marduk to suffer unprecedented humiliation. In his resentment, a halo of light, like thousands of stars, appeared around him and shot out indiscriminately in all directions.

In an instant, the crisscrossing streams of ethereal light almost filled the entire space. Angels, gods, humans, and heroic spirits alike were instantly dissolved and vaporized once they were hit by this barrage containing terrifying heat waves.

Because of this map-wide attack that covered almost the entire territory, even the elite asteroid savior Sephalus could not intercept it all. The World Tree suffered another heavy blow, with many branches breaking and burning fiercely. The destruction of each branch and trunk meant the fall of countless lives in the various divine eras.

At the same time, giant waves rolled on the Sea of ​​Nothingness. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, dozens of magical beams pierced through Sephalu's body and crisscrossed to bombard the drifting, wrecked ark.

The hidden figure stood proudly at the bow of the ship, exerting all its strength to cut through the waves, yet its body swayed constantly, with wood chips flying everywhere beneath its feet.

But having made this promise, my sword will surely carry it out!

Beneath the skull mask, the old man's eyes blazed, his figure sturdy as a pine tree, standing tall amidst the vast natural disaster, ready to fight to the death.

In fact, this ship was one of the three Noah's Arks, while the other two, one of which was left on the surface of Mesopotamia as a symbol, gradually decayed.

One of them was captured by Samael and taken to Greece, which was the predecessor of the Argo.

The last ship hidden in Paradise Lost was originally given to the old man by Samael, who hoped that he could cross the Sea of ​​Nothingness and guide the Huns, who were entangled with Attila, into the World Tree.

However, the capacity of a single ship is inevitably limited, and it is definitely not possible to transport all the Hunnic people.

To plant seeds of hope for his tribe, the old shaman leaning against the Golden Horde's court entrusted the tribe's elderly, weak, and children to Jusudra.

The able-bodied and young soldiers of the Hunnic tribe had long been deeply attached to the grasslands that recorded the rise of their tribe, and could not bear to part with them. They took the initiative to cover the rear, attracting the attention of the angelic army, and using death to give birth to new life!

Having promised to protect these people, his sword will never break its promise!

"Mother Goddess!"

Fortunately, on Avalon Island, Samael, seeing this situation, solemnly shouted.

At the critical moment, the majestic yet elegant dragon body took flight from the crumbling World Tree, soaring hundreds of miles in an instant. Its emerald-green wings, as beautiful and vibrant as jade, gracefully closed and covered the swaying ark. Its claws pulled the ark up, sheltering it in its embrace.

"Aaaaa!"

At the same time, the sacred chant emanated from the abdomen of the origin goddess Tiamat, causing the world to lose its color. Grayish-white light patterns rushed forward with lightning speed, like a layer of lime covering Marduk's body and solidifying his joints and limbs.

Anti-Genesis!

In an instant, the retreating Star Vanguard Saifalu seized an opening, immediately curled his fingers into a fist, and layers of star rings intertwined and converged, drawing in a rainbow of colors from the sky, transforming into a magnificent giant sword in his palm.

Mars Link, Launch Permit - Tear Star, Sword of the War God!

With a silent murmur, the seven-colored rainbow light pierced straight through the monster's abdomen the instant the white giant's body faltered.

At almost the same moment, the strongest beings of the ten divine ages gathered their remaining divine power, called out the true names of their treasures, and focused their attacks on the white giant god.

hum!

Meanwhile, in the heart of Lake Avalon, a golden-blue beam of light shot into the sky like a geyser, with tens of thousands of golden particles resembling a flowing golden river.

"His Majesty!"

Ripples spread across the lake. A magnificent longsword with a blue hilt, a gold guard, and fairy script engraved on its spine was tossed from Aurora's hand as she emerged from the water, hovering in mid-air.

It's done! The Star-Forged Holy Sword—Excalibur!

Finally... finally... it's dragged on to this final moment!

As the World Tree crumbled and burned in the twilight, Samael wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly rose, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, raised it high, gazed at the pale domain beyond the World Tree, and solemnly began to chant.

"The gathered breath of stars, the shimmering torrent of life, this radiance is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth!"

In an instant, countless stardust-like points of light, as if summoned by some force, drifted and floated from the mountains, rivers, earth, and ocean, converging on the longsword in Samael's hand, forming a golden band of light that pierced through heaven and earth, soaring into the sky and illuminating the ancient stars.

"laugh!"

The next moment, the colossal sword that spanned the heavens and the earth slashed forward with unparalleled sharpness, annihilating everything in its path. The white giant standing on the sea of ​​nothingness gradually disintegrated and dissolved under the golden torrent that engulfed everything.

At the same time, Samael, exhausted, staggered backward, his vision went black, and he almost fell. With his body swaying, he had no choice but to plunge the Star Holy Sword in his hand into the rocky ground and kneel down to catch his breath.

Finally, it's over...

The gods and heroes, having exhausted their remaining strength, almost faded into transparency, their figures swaying like candles in the wind. The survivors and humans rose from the ruins, gazing at the ravaged world with a dreamlike, unreal feeling.

A weapon that should have destroyed the world actually saved civilization.

They should have blessed the light of life, but instead they degenerated into beasts.

On the Sea of ​​Nothingness, the once-dreaded Greek nightmare, now a ruined city of Sephalus, gazes around at the devastation, standing motionless in the pale waters, lost in thought and bewilderment.

"later!"

Suddenly, Samael looked up sharply, staring ahead in disbelief, his pupils contracting rapidly, and he let out a hysterical roar.

"careful!"

"puff!"

However, the dull sound of tearing fabric foreshadowed that it was too late, and Sefalu looked down in astonishment.

A blazing white right arm pierced straight through Sefalu's abdomen, and between its slender fingers, the core of the Star Vanguard was firmly grasped.

Click!

As the fingers tightened suddenly, the brilliant golden-blue star core, accompanied by a piercing cracking sound, abruptly collapsed, turning into countless stardust that drifted and fell.

Behind the golden-blue dust, the colossus whose left half had melted away breathed with its head tilted back, and countless stardust gathered toward the monster's body. The various defects were visibly regenerating and healing.

"Is this your last resort? How laughable!"

The white colossus raised the corners of its lips, forming a ferocious smile. The once blazing white figure was no longer visible in its right eye socket.

Above the monster's head, within countless overlapping star rings, the tear-like predatory star Wilpa, though riddled with cracks, still shone brightly, unleashing a power capable of annihilating everything!

"I am perfect, omniscient and omnipotent! I am a god from beyond the heavens, a creation of the earth. It is impossible for me to be defeated. No matter how much you struggle, nothing can escape my grasp! Nothing can rebel against my will!"

Marduk surveyed the world, seeing only the ruins of defeated enemies struggling to survive. He spread his arms and laughed wildly, his ferocious posture proclaiming the final judgment of this world.

"Nothing in this world can stop me now. The time has come to rebuild this planet. Insects, raise your heads! I will allow you to open your eyes and admire this unique spectacle, and then vanish like grass! Ahahahahaha!"

Gazing at the myriad bands of light that illuminated the azure sky, which once again coalesced into a star-ring-shaped crown and were placed atop the head of the white colossus, their terrifying power pressing down on the gods, making it hard for them to breathe.

In the blood-red twilight, the hearts of the gods sank to the bottom of the valley, their eyes turning ashen with death.

Hidden among the ruins, lives huddled together, weeping silently, awaiting the end of the world.

Chapter 245 Flesh and blood, burning once is enough!

How could this happen! How could this happen!

The white giant was destroyed by the star-forged holy sword, allowing the world to continue. This is the inevitable story!

Everything should be as it should be, so why isn't it working?

On Avalon Island, Samael, kneeling on one knee, gripped the Star Sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, cracking loudly. His pale face, stained with blood, was bathed in the ever-growing light, revealing an unprecedented sense of dejection and confusion.

At this moment, the ten great eras of gods have fallen apart, the gods are powerless, the heroes have all perished, the brilliant epics and living legends have come to an end one after another, and only the weak called human beings are left to weep silently in the ruins.

Marduk's gaze swept past the tattered World Tree, landing menacingly on the isolated island reflected in the shimmering water. The unmistakable presence of his nemesis, coupled with the series of shocking events, contorted his expression, erasing any trace of his usual playful demeanor.

"Damn you, you worm! Time and time again, you've ruined my perfect plans! I will give you no more chances to struggle. Under this boundless light, turn to dust! All despair will begin with you!"

Amidst the solemn announcement, lightsabers converged from behind the crown, like meteors tearing through the sky, hurtling towards Avalon Island like a storm.

Just then, frail figures and wounded bodies, like trapped beasts in a desperate situation, pushed aside the rubble, climbed the crater, rushed onto the ravaged ground, grabbed the weapons left behind by gods and heroes, and roared hysterically at the giant in the sky.

"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!"

"The world is Rome!"

"Bang! Bang bang! Sparta!"

"How can you say that you have no clothes, but you share the same robe with me!"

"..."

Each figure rose up, shouting completely different slogans, yet they all emanated the same will and the same voice.

In an instant, the hellish dragon riders of Mesopotamia, the legions of the Roman Empire, the rearguard of Sparta, the elite warriors of Qin... the last vestiges of humanity from the ten great ages of gods, straightened their backs, overcame the obstacles that protected their lives, and launched their final charge against the supreme deity.

Mother, Gods...

Now that we have stepped out of the cradle, we are no longer fledglings in need of protection!

Even without the power of the gods, the talent of heroes, or the physique of monsters...

For flesh and blood, one burning is enough!

In an instant, the sword of light pierced through the sky, like a dazzling torch, completely igniting the overconfident ants who rushed forward, burning them to ashes.

Tabad... Uncle Tim... General Tarel... Pompey...

Samael's eyes, reddened by the firelight, stared at the familiar figures melting away in the flames, his gaze filled with rage.

But that wasn't enough! The sword of light piercing the sky, despite being blocked by wave after wave, only paused for a moment before continuing its relentless descent towards Avalon Island.