Ares, Such a Great Guy! 4.3k

The Peloponnese Peninsula, coastal wall.

"How is the situation?"

The sky reverberated with a hiss, Ladon, a hundred meters long, folded its wings and landed on the city wall. Prometheus jumped off the dragon's back, looked seriously at the Sea of Okeanos shrouded in dense clouds and rising and surging mist, and frowned as he asked.

"The situation is not optimistic! That thing's spiritual energy is still increasing. Although it hasn't attacked directly yet, if we make a move now and we don't have the energy to cover our rear, the aftershocks of the battle will at least damage an area of over a hundred miles along the Peloponnese Peninsula!"

Samael frowned, his voice low, and he seemed to have a headache as he spoke.

The civilizations of the Greek world tended to be maritime civilizations. Cities such as Crete, Sparta, Athens, and Mycenae, which preserved the essence of human civilization, were mostly built along the coast.

Crete, the first to be affected, has been reduced to ruins. Sparta was relatively ahead on the Peloponnese Peninsula, followed by Mycenae. The coastal countries and regions of these two city-states were densely populated and were all within the range of the tsunami.

Moreover, the long and winding coastline makes it difficult to take care of everything in the event of wartime emergencies.

How are things on your end?

The ancient serpent looked back at the indistinct outline of the city behind it and asked a question.

"The news has spread far and wide. The city-states along the route are opening their gates and urgently gathering the population of villages and towns. People who need to be evacuated from the city have also begun to converge on the Great Altar."

Prometheus pondered for a moment, paused, and then continued to add to the list.

"Another piece of good news is that the city-states are mobilizing all their resources to urgently build second and third lines of defense, inscribing Sorcery Array to intercept the tsunami, and reinforcements will arrive soon."

The fact that they were able to so quickly establish a wide-ranging influence in the real estate market and mobilize the enthusiasm of the city-states along the route is a testament to their hard work in guiding humanity on this land.

Fortunately, the towering waves of the Sea of Okeanos are visible to anyone who isn't blind, so not many people complain about having too long a life.

Therefore, under the dual pressure of divine revelation and crisis, the evacuation operation is in full swing.

Samael patted his old friend on the shoulder, breathed a slight sigh of relief, turned around and looked into the distance, gazing at the blurry outline of Mount of Ares, and pondered in a solemn voice.

"Contact Mount of Ares and get Athens ready to accept refugees; it is currently the safest place for humanity."

In contrast, Athens is located on the central flank of the Peloponnese peninsula, surrounded by several island arcs that can effectively cut off giant waves and reduce the force of tsunamis, and its defense system is also extremely robust.

By relocating the elderly and infirm to the rear, the three defensive lines in front of the Peloponnese Peninsula could effectively alleviate the pressure should the situation change, preventing widespread devastation caused by the waves.

"Yes, it's already being done on the way!"

As Prometheus nodded in response, a magnificent beam of light shot into the sky from above the Great Altar of the Acropolis of Athens, subtly conveying a tacit, unspoken signal.

Samael felt a little relieved, touched the narrow wound on his wrist that was still bleeding slightly, and asked about another matter.

"What was left for you?"

"Don't worry, I've given instructions to every city-state along the route. I even specially left behind a group of Golden Age Heroic Spirit who returned from the Elysium to oversee the progress of the mission. These carefully selected individuals are all former King and heroes of these city-states."

Prometheus spoke with certainty, a hint of mockery on his face.

"Then, let's begin..."

"Um!"

Samael and Medusa nodded to each other, their figures drew closer, their hands resting on one side, their fingers interlocked.

As the two deities solemnly closed their eyes, golden and silver-gray light patterns resonated and spread out, rippling in two colors and stretching for hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, at the Great Altar of various city-states along the route.

A purplish-red blood bead suspended in mid-air frantically devoured the surrounding ether and absorbed the surrounding soil and rocks, solidifying them into a giant archway about 100 meters high and more than 100 meters in diameter.

As the archway was completed, the blood droplets scattered, forming Cuneiform Rune were engraved on both sides of the door frame.

Inside the hollow door, a silvery-gray, water-ripple-like membrane of light gradually formed, within which a vast, empty valley could be vaguely seen, along with a large contingent of soldiers on guard and guiding the way. The tents and camps were beginning to take shape.

When the light patterns stabilized, one after another, luminous white doves flew out from the hollow stone gate, chirping and conveying divine instructions.

Having overcome their fear, the evacuees mustered their courage and stepped into the stone gate one after another. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves in the area behind the gate.

Looking out, Mount of Ares and the Acropolis of Athens stand majestically, and the earth and the fragrance of grass and trees beneath my feet seem so unreal.

However, they had no time to admire or visit the site. As soon as the migrants stepped out of the stone gate, they were half-driven and half-guided by Athenian soldiers along the way into the camp for refuge.

In just over ten minutes, the once empty and quiet valley became noisy and bustling.

The Peloponnese Peninsula, coastal wall.

"Can you handle such a large-scale spatial interference?"

Prometheus sensed the imprint of power that spread across more than ten regions, and couldn't help but feel somewhat worried.

"If it were just me, it would be much more troublesome, but fortunately Anna has the Earth Authority to enter into the resonance tuning and range marking."

Samael remained calm and glanced gently at Medusa beside him, but then changed the subject, his tone becoming low.

"However, I only gave them two hours to evacuate, and two hours is roughly the reaction time for the various city-states to mobilize their troops and build city walls in preparation for war."

If there are still those who don't want to leave, then good luck to them. The Star-Seeded Soldier of the Stormy Sea Region could move at any time, and I can't control that."

Prometheus had already learned about the terrifying characteristics of the Star-Seeded Soldier from his old friend's brief introduction, and naturally agreed with the decision.

Furthermore, in order to allow Samael Medusa to have more energy to maintain the operation of the portal and deal with the upcoming crisis, the Prophet took the initiative to monitor the movements of the sea.

"By the way, what about your old buddies in the Caucasus Mountains, and those Nymph from the Sacred Gardens?"

Using the combined strength of Medusa, they transported the elderly and infirm to the rear. Samael, on the other hand, was quite adept at this. Looking around, he noticed that some figures were missing and casually asked a question.

"We're short-handed here, so I sent my old buddy back to the Arima's Cave to recruit your students."

As for those Nymph you abducted from the Holy Garden, using them to water the flowers and plant grass is pointless. Asking them to help might just make things worse.

As for those little ones near the Water Marsh Treehouse, they're all incredibly wild and fearless. They've all been trained by Aunt Themis, so even if they're not as good as orthodox Combat Nymphs, they're not far off. So I plan to bring them along too..."

Prometheus took several pieces of the Heart of the Earth from Samael, and while inscribing divine runes, he embedded these gems that absorbed ether into the coastal wall to enhance the stability of the defense.

Samael was also quite relieved about his old friend's arrangements.

As they discussed the arrangements, dust rose from behind. Upon closer inspection, they saw that Atalanta, Prince of Calydon, the God of Healing, Orpheus, and other messengers from various city-states had arrived at full speed, leading thousands of cavalrymen and escorting the first batch of supplies, Magecraft, and priests.

Upon seeing this, the ancient snake breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The appearance of Seferu was extremely sudden, catching all of them off guard.

From climbing the Caucasus Mountains and releasing Prometheus to noticing something amiss in the Oceanus Sea; from defeating three waves to urgently evacuating personnel, clearing the battlefield, and building defenses... all these steps took less than two hours.

Even in the Age of Gods, this level of action was already the limit.

However, the one at sea seems to be impatient...

At that moment, before Samael could catch his breath, the sky above the sea suddenly darkened. The brilliant star core on the chest of the Star-Chaser Zephyrus reversed its light, and layer upon layer of light halos formed, slowly focusing on the coastline.

Clearly, after the previous tests by the massive tsunami, the Star-Seeded Soldier has confirmed that its initial methods are insufficient to wipe out the intelligent life on the surface, and is preparing to upgrade the intensity of its attacks.

Seeing the radiant halo on the sea surface, frantically gathering the surrounding spiritual particles like a whale swallowing a cow, with the power of the light cluster rising steadily, Samael felt a headache coming on.

"Boom!"

However, at that very moment, a crimson radiance that pierced the heavens and the earth rose from the opposite side of the stormy sea, its power fully charged, and suddenly slashed down towards Star-Chaser Zephyrus standing in the eye of the storm.

The raging flames of blood, stretching for thousands of feet, dyed the sky a crimson hue. Thunderclouds gathered in the Stormy Sea Region, neatly arranged into a single mass, and a ferocious blade slashed diagonally towards Seferu's chest.

"Boom!"

Like thunder, the explosions echoed and spread, the clouds churned and collapsed, and the dark red ethereal turbulence was unleashed without restraint, stirring up towering waves along the way, making the entire sea surface seem to be burning fiercely.

In an instant, the star core light pattern on Seferu's chest trembled, and the converging and focusing light wheel dimmed and shattered one after another.

Bloody Dominion? The Sword of the War God?

Judging by the direction, it's... the Colchis Sea?

Holy crap! Ares, that brute!

No, no, what brute, he's a good person! A truly good person!

Seeing this, Samael was overjoyed. He was surprisingly fond of this blond, hot-tempered guy.

The Star-Chaser Zephyrus a legendary creature that, once fully developed, could wipe out the entire Age of Gods!

Even King of Gods Zeus, had to enlist the help of the ten Olympus gods to barely manage to destroy Seferu before he reached the seventh stage.

Therefore, Samael dared not make any rash moves until he had gone through several rounds of probing and was fully prepared.

As a result, Ares, this great guy, rushed forward and shielded the Peloponnese Peninsula from this wave of pent-up energy blasts.

What kind of spirit is this? It's a great spirit of utter selflessness, dedication to others, and selfless contribution!

So, Ares, my good comrade, hold on! Buy us some more time!

Samael looked out at the sea, his eyes shining, secretly Ares on.

At this moment, Seferu, who was being attacked, turned around and locked onto the golden-armored god on the sea, who was driving a dragon chariot. The Golden-Blue Star Markings on his arms were spread out, and beams of light shaped like cannon muzzles were converging in front of him.

Meanwhile, on Crete.

"The monster's attention has been diverted, Goddess! This is a perfect opportunity for us to cross the sea!"

At the top of a partially collapsed temple, Daedalus, the craftsman who was looking out at the sea, excitedly turned back to report to Stheno and Euryale.

"Okay, let's begin then."

Stheno, leaning against the pillar, rose slightly and made his final decision with a hammer, showing a rare, serious demeanor.

Hundreds of survivors, summoned, nervously crawled out of the Labyrinth of the Minotaur, carrying their prepared supplies, and climbed to the top of the ruins. Under the guidance of Daedalus and his son Icarus, they assembled the parts one by one.

Seven or eight minutes later, a hundred or so glider-like contraptions made of wood planks, feathers, resin, paraffin wax, and other materials were displayed in front of everyone. Their appearance was naturally extremely simple and shabby.

However, it is inlaid with small magic crystals that absorb ether and engraved with Sorcery Array that converts wind power.

"Perfect wind speed! Perfect wind direction! Perfect for takeoff!"

Icarus held a flag out to the outside, observing the direction the cloth was swaying. When the time was right, he excitedly turned back to respond to the survivors.

However, faced with this novelty and their fear of heights, most of the survivors hesitated and none were willing to try.

Just as Icarus was about to rush forward to support his own masterpiece, two figures squeezed out from behind Stheno and Euryale.

"We'll go first. You guys stay here and teach them how to operate this thing."

Deceived by the two wicked goddesses into Deucalion couple could only smile wryly and reluctantly take on the task of trial and error. Donning a glider-like contraption, they jumped and plummeted rapidly amidst the whistling wind.

Just as the survivors cried out in alarm, two figures rose up with the wind, taking advantage of the surging air currents, and flew far towards the Peloponnese Peninsula.

With the successful precedent set, everyone was immediately excited and rushed forward, even causing a small commotion in the struggle for positions.

"Asterius..."

"Roar!"

As Euryale lightly tapped the bowstring and spoke casually with a playful laugh, the dull-looking horned monster beside her, its eyes flashing with ferocity, slammed its two long-handled axes into the ground, leaving deep chisel marks and sending up a flurry of gravel.

The survivors immediately fell silent, lining up like docile sheep, receiving their wings one by one, following instructions, and gliding with the group.

Finally, Daedalus and Icarus, after binding the Minotaur monster with large wings, took off together with the two goddesses.

Although Euryale and Stheno, as Typhon's Offspring with a divine core, already possessed the ability to fly, these two wicked goddesses also enthusiastically tried out these little gadgets for a novel experience.

Amidst the howling wind, one by one, the black dots were carried away by the wind, flying towards the Aegean Sea.

However, just as they reached the middle section, a beam of light tens of meters high exploded in the Stormy Sea Region, creating terrifying ethereal turbulence, towering waves, and forming a dazzling yet extremely dangerous halo.

Click! Click! Click!

The shockwave that followed swept in, and the few Crete survivors at the back of the group, their wings gleaming, trembled with a tearing sound.

Immediately afterwards, they screamed as they plummeted into the turbulent sea.

At the same time, Stheno and Euryale unfolded their wings and turned around, ready to help these poor souls along.

However, the moment the two goddesses turned around, their pupils contracted sharply.

For they were shocked to see that in the hands of the fierce god in the stormy sea, a toothpick-sized, multicolored longsword was attracting thousands of starlight, which expanded into a colossal object hundreds of meters long.

Above, beams of light converged and rotated, eventually connecting to a mysterious light spot shaped like a teardrop.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the lightsaber blade spun and tilted forward, the space resounded, the world lost its color, and a seven-colored beam of light shot out from the tear-shaped streak of light. Under the focus of the layers of light rings, it swept across the Aegean Sea and shot towards the Peloponnese Peninsula!