The King's Eye that overlooked all things contained a searing heat.
The subjects under its gaze could not help clenching their fists, so tense that it felt as though a giant hand had seized their breath.
"But in the face of such an outcome, you chose to remain here and give everything for the country you love! You have fought until now, prepared to perish alongside the homeland you cherish! Even if the world denies that resolve, as your king, as your leader, I will affirm it!
"My people! Everything you have done has meaning. Even the omnipotent gods of Olympus cannot erase it!
"That is precisely why Pellasgi is an ideal city-state.
"Even if we are destroyed, we shall be inscribed into human history! We shall let the world, and even the very world itself, bear witness! No matter how mighty the gods of Olympus may be, they cannot shake our resolve!
"We shall surpass mythology through our great deeds. That is no joke!"
Moran suddenly shouted at the crowd with stern authority.
His passion infected the people of Pellasgi.
Gradually, the people's worries were stripped away and scattered, and they answered this king from the depths of their souls.
The once-tiny sparks continued to burn.
Now, they had spread into a blaze that scorched the heavens.
"Listen well! My people! Everyone, prepare for battle! This is a war against the Outer Gods, a war to defend all that we love! Let us settle the Karma of Good and Evil forged since the Primal Mother Goddess! This is an epic worthy of being sung for a thousand years! And this is the moment we defend our glory. My glory is with you—!"
Moran ended with a sweeping gesture.
At this moment, the sight before them surpassed anything the world had ever seen.
"OOOOOOOOOOH—!!"
"Our glory is with My Emperor! Pellasgi shall endure forever—!!"
"Defend our glory—!!!"
Thousands upon thousands of citizens raised their fists and roared as one.
This wave of sound, gathered from countless beliefs, was like the roar of dragons and storms from myth.
Any enemy who heard it would surely fall into panic and confusion, while the weak would faint at once. It was an absolute Wave of Belief.
The entire island seemed to tremble.
"Heh..."
Moran looked at the people who had stayed with him to the very end, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
So what if the road ahead led to destruction?
Even if they walked a path destined to collapse,
they would still use every possible means to ignite the Flame of Hope. This was humanity's brightest, most confident radiance.
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The sky seemed as though it were about to fall.
The raging wind swept across the land without end.
Dense black dots emerged on the horizon. They were the armies of enemy nations sailing across the sea to subjugate Pellasgi, carrying out the Divine Oracle of the gods of Olympus.
Athens, Sparta, Thebes, Macedon.
At this moment, the armies of the four nations had set aside their conflicts for the gods' sake, all choosing to point their spears at them.
For they were all heretics.
Those who defied the gods had only one path: death.
"...Have they come?"
Moran stood atop the dragon's head.
He looked down at the armies advancing toward Pellasgi.
Just as Artemis had said,
the warships of the countless enemy troops carried an immense magical pressure. Divine Aura overflowed from them, and the protection of the Six Pillars Gods covered the enemy forces.
Yet the Pellasgians felt no fear.
The Glow of the Demon Beast Mother Goddess also blessed them.
After living peacefully alongside demon beasts for decades, the Pellasgians had, under the Mother Goddess's blessing, even gained the possibility of combining with the factors of demon beasts and divine beasts.
They were in no way inferior to the Blessing of the Gods.
"Ah, how nostalgic. There seemed to have been a scene like this once before. Those gods have come to subjugate us again, but this time, I will not choose to leave."
Medusa wore a gentle smile.
Her gaze rested on Moran beside her.
"Heh, I hope you can survive, but that would be far too selfish. Everything we have now was built with our own hands. This time, let me stay with you until the very last moment... This battle does not signify an end. It is the beginning of the epic we will create!"
Moran spoke his final words.
Medea and Atalanta heard them as well.
After spending so many years together, there was no need to say anything more at this final moment. Simply fighting on the same battlefield
made them incomparably happy.
BZZZZZ—!!
Suddenly, everything happened without warning.
A thunderous roar that seemed capable of shattering even space spread outward.
The atmosphere, even their cells, trembled.
As though the world would be torn apart in the next instant, an absolutely irresistible Divine Melody resounded through the heavens—
"Fear!"
"Praise!"
"You stand before us gods, before the Children of Olympus upon whom we have bestowed blessings and protection."
"Your enemy is supreme Olympus!"
"Kneel upon the ground and weep!"
"This is the supreme authority of the gods—inefficient things like you should be erased. Useless gods have no need to guide humanity."
"Insignificant things shall eventually scatter."
The divine voices from the heavens rang across the entire battlefield.
The pressure in the air was enough to crush living beings to death in an instant. Merely hearing it was enough to drive one mad.
Had Medusa not unfolded the Great Authority of the Mother Goddess,
even Pellasgi would likely have struggled to withstand such Divine Might.
Looking up at the heavens, one could see a vast, blurry Dark Silhouette. The gods of Olympus were likely there.
Their Divine Might was so immense that it suffocated everyone.
Unlike Earth's Native Gods, the gods of Olympus had no need for so-called faith. As Machine Gods, their Divine Authority could operate through their own power alone.
If Medusa had not been strengthened by Pellasgi's faith, she would have had no chance at all against gods like these.
"Guh! This presence!"
Medusa's beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the Dark Silhouette.
No matter what, she could never forget it.
The Interstellar Fleet that had descended from the stars, forged from steel; the Cold Machine God that had rejoiced after gaining Worship of Humans.
Among them, the most omnipotent vessel.
Moran also knew who was exerting this pressure now.
"I am the Great God Zeus!"
"I am the sky, I am thunder, and I am also the King of Gods who rules Olympus—!"
"Here, I proclaim this to you.
"People who have forgotten reverence, worshipped Evil Gods, and sought to defy us. Remember."
"Humans must not defy gods."
"Humans must not commit evil."
"You fools who place faith in things that should vanish, you who intend to spread evil among the Children of Olympus—all of you, die completely."
The Great God's proclamation echoed through the black sky.
Every soldier of the enemy army sheltered by the gods of Olympus was excited beyond measure.
But this was a punishment forcibly imposed by alien Machine Gods.
Pellasgi would never accept it.
Your subjects roared with an unyielding will, swearing to drive back and destroy every invading enemy.
War erupted in an instant.
The enemy forces used the armaments and warships bestowed by the gods, clashing with the army that commanded a hundred beasts.
At first, the battle unfolded exactly as the gods had expected.
Whether in armaments or numbers, Pellasgi was inferior to this army gathered from the Crystallization of Technology of the gods.
But as time passed,
reality began to diverge sharply from expectations.
Even with the Great God's protection and powerful Divine Armaments, the armies of the Four Great City-States still could not crush Pellasgi. Instead, the tide of battle began to turn.
If a blade pierced their chests,
they would use the hands that could still seize the enemy. Even if they had to bite, they would take an enemy's life and let the enemy's blood water the earth.
If their limbs were blasted apart,
they would still use their remaining bodies to crush their enemies.
A savage fighting spirit, almost impossible to break no matter how many times it was battered down, spread across the battlefield. Even the Spartans, who lived for war, trembled before it.
Fear and death filled the battlefield.
Yet Pellasgi carried hope—the hope of protecting this homeland, the hope of reaching tomorrow.
The hope of advancing alongside the Unbeaten King.
"They resist like insects in a corner. Did they not hear Great God Zeus proclaim their crimes and deaths?"
Aphrodite's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
She watched the entire battlefield through the Information Module.
"How sad. They were once our subjects too, yet they believe in the wrong Old Gods. They have our faith, so why abandon it?"
Demeter grieved sorrowfully.
Though the agricultural goddess had agreed to impose punishment, she herself did not wish for any subject to die.
She possessed the Authority of the Earth and was filled with maternal affection.
She regarded every life upon the earth as a child worthy of love, even the Pellasgians who defied the gods.
Unfortunately, inefficient things had to be excluded.
Every Olympus Machine God understood this fundamental principle.
From the day they arrived on this planet and were worshipped as gods, everything they had done revolved around the Underlying Program
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