When Heaven Does Not Save Us, We Save Ourselves 5k

The universe is vast and boundless. Even Earth in the age of gods was but a babbling infant in the grand scheme of history that records the passage of time.

Among the brilliant stars, there also exist literature in different forms and at different stages of development.

According to Samael's memories from his previous life, every fourteen thousand years or so, a comet that feeds on the civilizations of other planets will periodically glide by in the Milky Way galaxy where Earth is located.

Its appearance resembles "tearful eyes," and wherever it goes, the civilization of any intelligent life form it targets will be destroyed and absorbed.

The spiritual particles left behind after the collapse of these civilizations will be recycled and used as nourishment to drive itself to continue wandering and hunting among the stars.

Therefore, this comet was named "Velber" Willpa.

Because of its terrifying characteristics, it is also known as the "Harvest Star", the "Destruction Star", and the "Demon Broom Star".

And along the path, those planets that nurture civilization are the pastures for this thing.

Of course, Willpa is the core entity that preys on wandering Velber. As a civilization hunter that has completed countless predations, it has a more efficient and convenient way of harvesting civilizations compared to the technologically inefficient star collisions.

That is, using Star Fragment as raw materials, they fuse different alien heritages to create combat units specifically designed to destroy civilization.

This is what is known as the "Star-Seeded Soldier"!

These organic life forms, endowed with such a mission, will descend upon the realms that become their targets, aboard teardrop-shaped starships called "AntiCell."

The predatory Planet Willpa has evolved to a terrifying degree due to its numerous civilization harvests, and thus it can command multiple Star-Seeded Soldier.

Among them, the Star-Seeded Soldier that has descended upon Earth is codenamed Wilpa 02, also known as Seferu!

In theory, once the Star-Seeded Soldier awakens, it will use various means to destroy the civilization and absorb spiritual particles from the intelligent life form to grow.

Only when the entire civilization of the planet is completely destroyed will its functions automatically cease.

And once this thing appears, its power is at the level of King of Gods. What's even more deadly is that it can also gather spiritual particles and continuously evolve.

If it were allowed to grow unchecked and advance to the fully formed seventh stage, the entire Age of Gods would probably be doomed!

How did such a bizarre thing appear out of nowhere? Why was there no warning at all?

Moreover, it happened at the crucial moment when Mount of Ares was about to suppress Zeus!

While keeping a watchful eye on the Oceanus Sea, the ancient serpent's thoughts raced as it reorganized the information about this thing, cursing inwardly.

There's no other way; the situation is dire. Let's hold our ground and wait for reinforcements.

However, as soon as they retreated, the giant wave stirred up by the Star-Chaser Zephyrus swept through many Greek city-states along the way, swallowing up countless humans and Spirit Particle Convergence of these intelligent life forms into its core. Who knows how far it will evolve?

Let's wait until we have a clear understanding of the situation before taking any further action.

I hope that everyone scattered across the various coastal cities can hold their ground in this wave.

Samael gazed at the storm raging on the sea, with towering waves thousands of feet high sweeping toward the coastline once more. He immediately took a deep breath, nocked an arrow, and rapidly channeled his divine power into the bowstring, drawing it to its full length before releasing it with a sudden burst of speed.

Meanwhile, in Athens.

Waves nearly as high as Mount of Ares rolled in, engulfing the entire Acropolis of Athens. The overwhelming deep blue and the salty, bitter vapor made it hard to breathe.

As billions of tons of seawater were about to crash down, the clanging of metal ornaments echoed in the Temple of the Mount of Ares, and the heavens and earth seemed to fall into solemn silence.

In an instant, Themis, Goddess of Justice, draped in a white gauze dress and blindfolded with Black Veil, stepped off the steps and instantly teleported to the sea several kilometers away.

With a unique rhythm, her slender white fingertips slowly plucked the golden celestial scepter on the sword hilt, and blue and white starlight descended from the sky, forming a magnificent light curtain that kept the giant waves on the sea at bay.

However, the surging waves were incredibly powerful, crashing into the celestial sword hilt, causing it to resound endlessly, and the starry sky was extinguished in a flash.

Before this wave of tsunamis has even subsided, another wave of giant waves will soon follow.

Themi frowned slightly, about to draw his sword and use a higher level of power, when the statue of the Goddess of Wisdom on Mount of Ares, carved from pure white marble and tens of meters tall, turned as if it were alive and threw its arm forward.

Instantly, the spear held in the palm of the Athena statue streaked across the sky like a meteor, trailing a long fiery tail from the intense friction with the airflow, and crashed into the second giant wave.

The marble spear exploded in the curtain of water, and the scattered fragments cut the waves into thousands of pieces. The mixed kinetic energy canceled out and eroded each other. This powerful impact dissipated on its own before it even reached the shore.

A casual strike, simple yet profound; the contrast between the marble spear and the giant wave in size and even power evokes the image of an ant lifting a mountain.

The key factor that caused the waves to cancel each other out, creating this breathtaking miracle, was the application of wisdom.

In the Athenian Academy, Magecraft, scholars, and warriors who looked up at this breathtaking scene were all excited, and the outstanding individuals who had gained some insight were also secretly thanking the Goddess of Wisdom for the inspiration she had brought.

Don't be intimidated by difficult questions. Calm down and find a suitable starting point, and even the most challenging problems may become solvable.

Wisdom possesses limitless potential and can redefine order in a chaotic world!

At this moment, Themis, who was standing in mid-air, saw that the crisis had disappeared again. Her fingers, which were tightly gripping the hilt of her sword, loosened slightly. She looked up at the silvery-white light rushing from Olympus, and the corners of her lips unconsciously turned up.

Athena's control over power has become even stronger.

This meticulous control is something even she herself admires.

A silvery meteor plummeted down, crashing into the center of the Acropolis of Athens's walls. The goddess of war, riding Pegasus, raised her scepter and Goatskin Divine Shield, calling out from the top of the walls, her figure radiating brilliance, inspiring the entire population of Athens to cheer with excitement.

"Athena! Athena! Athena!"

Once, their goddess, who twice defeated Poseidon, the ruler of the sea, named Athens, bringing prosperity and peace to this land.

Now, their goddess is still with Athens and with the people!

After almost magically boosting the morale of the entire city to its peak, Athena decisively took control of the entire city-state, methodically gathering the residents outside the city and activating the coastal Magecraft protective barrier.

In order to minimize losses and preserve its strength, the Goddess of Wisdom did not hesitate to send most of the remaining fighting force from Mount of Ares to contact the various scattered towns under the jurisdiction of Athens.

One by one, heroes clad in different styles of armor, such as bronze, silver, and gold, rode various winged horses of different colors, streaking across the sky like shooting stars, carrying their missions to various places.

In addition to Mount of Ares, the potential of the Athenian Academy was also fully mobilized.

All teachers and students were urgently summoned, and the scholars and Magecraft were also tasked with inscribing defensive spells, calculating the tsunami's range, and figuring out how to deal with the next wave of impact.

The Athenians were in high spirits, faithfully carrying out the oracle from Mount of Ares, enthusiastically reinforcing the city walls and upgrading the defenses, or bringing their own swords, shields, and armor to join the guards, their faces beaming with satisfaction and pride.

With these "gears" and "screws" in operation, the entire city is like a wound-up machine, displaying amazing vitality.

Sparta.

Boom boom boom boom!

Heracles stood proudly atop the city wall, wielding his bronze sword, his arms bulging with muscles, and fired nine arrows imbued with divine power in succession, finally shattering the advancing tsunami.

The seawater, which had risen into the air, crashed down like a torrential downpour, carrying with it ferocious sea beasts that plummeted onto the streets of the coast, villages, and even cities.

These bloodthirsty beasts, having just recovered from their dizziness, opened their blood-red mouths and began to frantically pounce and bite, wagging their tails and shaking their heads.

In the blink of an eye, several nearby houses, as well as people who had inadvertently gathered around, suffered the consequences.

Immediately, the trembling sound of breaking roof beams, the muffled thud of flesh being torn apart, and the screams of dying humans as their bones and flesh were chewed up came one after another.

Looking out, dust and smoke rise from the coastal area, and the blood of the beach stains the parched land.

In the streets and alleys, many humans, no bigger than ants, began to flee their dilapidated houses to avoid the sea monsters that were coming ashore and causing havoc.

An atmosphere of panic and chaos spread irresistibly among the crowd.

Bang! Bang bang!

Just then, the rhythmic metallic clang of weapons striking shields emanated from the Great Wall, offering a calming force to the panicked and fearful hearts of the residents.

Through the gaps in the alley, the Spartans could see their prince and Princess, swords and shields in hand, leading several squads of Sparta soldiers, scattering and surging outwards to wipe out the sea monsters that had fallen into the city.

"First team, fire the javelins! Bleed this shark dry and make it die a quick death!"

"Second team, switch sides! Clear away the tentacles of this mutated octopus! Clear the way and rescue the people!"

"Priest! Where are the priests of the Temple of Apollo! The Spirit Core! Locate the Spirit Core for me!"

"..."

Under the command of the Twin Swordsmen, the Sparta soldiers, forming a phalanx, were like turning killing machines, dismembering and slaughtering the sea monsters along the way.

The slimy bodily fluids of marine life and the stench of blood spread, gradually calming the Spartans' initial panic and awakening the courage within them.

One by one, the young men returned to their houses, took down their shields and javelins from the walls, and, carrying their arrows and longswords, spontaneously gathered in groups of three or five to hunt down the sea monsters that were still thrashing about.

Even after the monsters within the city were dealt with, the young and middle-aged men, in high spirits, flocked out of the city gates and headed to various disaster-stricken villages and towns to actively carry out the hunt.

This is a city of warriors with a fierce and valiant spirit, where 70-80% of the population is young and strong. Once they settle down and have a leader, they can quickly transform into a powerful war machine.

Thessaly.

Caenis raised her arm shield with her left hand and smashed a flying fish covered in serrated teeth, splattering its brains everywhere. With her right hand, she hurled her spear forward, pinning a sea serpent several tens of meters long to death. With a hint of disgust, she peeled the seaweed off her head and stepped forward.

King Peleus, who was driving the seahorse chariot, stopped the reins after defeating the last sea monster.

Telamon, who was acting as the co-pilot, jumped ashore, casually pulled out the spear with the sea serpent's Spirit Core embedded in it, and tossed it to Caenis, not forgetting to express his goodwill in a gentle voice.

"Thanks for your hard work..."

"Tch, enough nonsense, how's it going up ahead?"

Caenis casually took the spear, looked at the misty sea, and asked impatiently.

Although Thessaly was her homeland, the fact that Poseidon tried to force himself on her and she was forced to seek refuge on Mount of Ares left Caenis with little sense of belonging to her hometown.

Therefore, the two royals in front of her naturally couldn't possibly restrain her in any way.

However, both Peleus and Telamon were good-natured.

The demigod King gazed at the Sea of Okeanos, its waters gradually softening, a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Fortunately, we had Tethys, which made the defense so easy this time. Otherwise, if these sea monsters and the floodwaters had entered the city, Thessaly would have been in trouble."

"That was an outpost on the Peloponnese Peninsula, which weakened the tsunami's momentum by nearly half. Otherwise, how could it have been so easy!"

Caenis gave a cold snort, immediately undermining him.

However, after a moment of silence, even the toughest female warrior, gazing at the vast sea and the ever-spreading thunderclouds on the Sea of Okeanos, frowned and murmured to herself.

"However, even though the tsunami has weakened, it still has such great power. This trouble is probably not simple..."

Almost simultaneously, in various coastal city-states, human heroes and even gods descended one after another to fight against this sudden and immense natural disaster.

Thebes.

Perseus, the Great Hero who once ruled this land, led his sons and his close friend Orion back to his homeland, swiftly repelling the giant waves and winning the cheers and adoration of the people. Meanwhile, Eurystheus, King, following the oracle of Queen Hera, deliberately claimed to be his cousin Heracles, could only awkwardly abdicate in the face of his ancestor's presence, unwillingly becoming a vassal.

Corinth.

King Sisyphus, who had deceived God of Death, stood arrogantly atop the city walls amidst the incredulous gazes of his people, once again leaving behind the legend of someone who could trick the gods and escape unscathed.

Meanwhile, inland city-states such as Arcadia, Calydon, and Delphi, under the call of the oracle and their own Divine Blood Hero, began to muster their forces to deal with the catastrophe.

Meanwhile, on Crete, in the Mycenae kingdom.

As one of the first isolated islands to be hit by the tsunami, the landscape is one of devastation.

On the ruins of buildings, rotten seaweed with a foul stench clung to them; in a chaotic square, dead fish and struggling sea creatures lay stranded; in the streets and alleys and inside and outside houses, the broken bones and torn flesh of human remains were arranged in distorted and abstract shapes; the bloated carcasses of cattle and horses had become nests for sea snakes and parasitic creatures...

In the instant the disaster struck, nearly 80% of the city was destroyed, and the residents of the Kingdom of Minos, who had no time to react, suffered annihilation.

However, in this hellish place that resembles a slaughterhouse, two purplish-red light membranes, coiled like snakes, protect the city's core, the last remaining pure land that has yet to fall.

"Boom!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, a tall figure with two horns on its head and long white hair stood erect. A purplish-red light membrane stretched out, and tons of bricks and debris were flung away by its two thick arms.

Immediately, the young man with the bull horns put down the pair of long-handled giant axes in his hands, reached out and moved aside several wooden beams and a few pieces of marble scraps, revealing a half-collapsed entrance to the secret passage.

Looking at it from afar, the routes inside are intricate and the interior is dark and deep; an ordinary person would feel dizzy after looking at it for a while.

Clearly, below lies a labyrinth, a prison that held the Minotaur, symbolizing fear and confusion.

The Kingdom of Minos would regularly throw war slaves and criminals into it to appease the monster inside.

However, now, this place has become the last refuge on Crete.

Euryale, who crawled out from under the rubble, patted the arm of the red-eyed youth with horns next to her, her eyes showing approval.

"You're quite capable, Asterius."

"Hmm, uh, hmm~"

The monster uttered indistinct syllables and squatted docilely to one side.

"Don't be too happy yet. This tsunami is not that simple. Right now, all the ships are gone, and the storm is still going on. Let's think about how to escape this place alive first."

Stheno, amidst the swirling smoke and dust, leaned lazily against the smooth stone wall, arms crossed, and angrily splashed cold water on himself.

As she stepped aside, rustling sounds came from the passage, and one after another, dusty, terrified human figures emerged from the maze.

There were over a hundred of them.

If it were just a few of them, it wouldn't be so bad. The problem is that they have to take care of hundreds of burdens who have escaped here at the same time, and cross the Peloponnese Peninsula. The difficulty level increases dramatically.

"Um, my two goddesses, perhaps I can give it a try..."

Amidst the tense and anxious crowd, an elderly man wearing a monocle and coarse clothes squeezed forward and responded respectfully.

"How do you want to try it, old man?"

"I need to collect a large amount of paraffin wax, feathers, resin, fish scales, wood and other materials in the city to make some tools to facilitate our crossing of the sea. Also, I am old and not very nimble, so please let my son Icarus assist me."

As they were talking, the old man pulled out a blond youth with a face that looked exactly like his from behind. The boy was secretly glancing at Euryale and Stheno, and was even staring at them in a daze without realizing it.

Stheno raised her hand to stroke her delicate cheek, quite satisfied with the charm of her face, and couldn't help but feel happy, nodding in agreement.

When the old man received his order and dispatched some people to go out and find materials, Stheno looked at the hunched back and, on a whim, gave a reminder.

"Old man, if the tide comes in, I won't have time to save you all by myself."

"I understand. You have already saved us once, which is a great favor. We humans should not be a burden to you, so we should find ways to save ourselves."

Stheno paused for a moment, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the old man with curiosity.

"By the way, old... old man, I haven't asked you your name yet."

"Daedalus, Your Highness, I am the craftsman in charge of building this labyrinth."

The old man respectfully patted his chest in a salute, his gaze as he looked back at the Labyrinth of the Minotaur was gentle and warm, and his tone carried the pride of a craftsman.