Pick Up Your Head and Fight for Me!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The oppressive and chilling footsteps of the Giant God Aberrations sounded like the beating of war drums, and the surging Aether Tide swept outwards, revealing a devastated land ahead as smoke and dust dissipated.

Broken-winged Nymph, heartless giants, headless humans, one-armed heroes, half-rotten monsters... their corpses lay piled one on top of another, pressed under the bricks and stones.

The broken and collapsed battle lines were burning fiercely, with raging flames rising high. Severed limbs and filth were scattered all around, and the smell of burnt flesh was nauseating. It was a scene of blood and death, as if there was no trace of life. The tragic battlefield was like a purgatory.

Destroy its life, shatter its civilization—this is the true essence of harvesting, this is the mission of the giant god!

Attack! Attack! Attack!

One by one, Giant God Aberrations shimmering with star-like markings, roared incomprehensibly as they swept across the sea of fire with overwhelming force.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

However, just as the giant was about to trample on the seemingly ineffective defensive line, sharp, piercing sounds of air being torn apart rose and fell, and divine runes floated, drawing forth Aether Factor that sent forth javelins, arrows, and Spell projectile, like a meteor shower streaking across the sky, crashing one after another onto the front lines.

Boom boom boom boom!

In an instant, muffled explosions rose and fell, the earth trembled violently, and dust billowed hundreds of meters high.

The leading Giant God Aberrations were torn to pieces, their greenish-blue blood and mangled limbs flying everywhere. Their riddled corpses crashed to the ground, revealing the Echidna Armory forces following behind, as well as a dense wave of humanoid combat soldiers.

"Waaah!"

Meanwhile, the goddess Nike, whose delicate face was stained with streaks of black ash from the flames of war, fluttered her tattered wings and hovered in mid-air, her mournful and tragic horn calls echoing across the brutal battlefield.

"Dawn breaks, nations, survival confirmed!"

Athena, riding her winged steed, her features contorted in a ferocious and tyrannical manner, roared almost incoherently towards the raging battlefield.

"Sparta, form ranks! Prepare for battle!"

"Roar! Roar roar!"

The wild shouts converged into a roar like a pride of lions, and earth and rocks were hurled into the air. One by one, the Spartans either threw away their deformed helmets and drew their short swords, or dropped their broken spears and pulled out their spares. They raised their deformed or broken shields, huddled together, and steadily erected a shield wall.

"The Athenians are not all dead yet!"

"Thessaly, be established!"

"Corinthians, bow down to me!"

"Good lads of Thebes, step forward!"

"Trojan..."

"Arcadia ..."

"Calydon ..."

One figure after another rose from under the bricks and stones, emerged from the corpses, crawled out from behind the trenches, and rushed from the bunkers, roaring angrily at the waving, tattered city-state flags amidst the ruins of broken walls.

Humans from all nations are using their flesh and blood to build new fortresses on the ruins!

"The end is nigh, and though Greece is vast, we have nowhere to retreat!"

"No matter which city-state you come from, no matter what your origins are, behind you are your brothers and sisters, your mothers and wives!"

"You, take up your weapons! You dead, pick up your heads! Fight for Greece! Fight for me!"

Athena raised her scepter high, struck the Goatskin Divine Shield, roared, spurred her horse, and charged towards the vast, Giant God Aberrations.

At the same time, upon hearing the signal from the Goddess of Wisdom, Hecate, God of Death, Hypnos, Styx Ferryman poured their power into the Noble Phantasm and slammed it into the ground.

Instantly, countless distorted light patterns spread and floated across the ground, connecting and converging into a large Sorcery Array hundreds of meters in size, while plumes of gray-black smoke rose up.

Meanwhile, the corpses on the battlefield, still bearing the remnants of their former obsessions and bloody courage, struggled to rise from the ruins, picking up heads and placing them on severed necks, picking up severed arms and inserting them into shoulder blades, or dragging half of their bodies forward, crawling forward.

They trudged over rubble and flames, charging forward as their flesh and bones burned fiercely, their bodies engulfed in flames.

These demons, these warriors, are returning from hell!

"Laugh!"

Just then, a sharp, piercing sound came from the sky above the Acropolis of Athens behind them, and golden and green flames exploded brilliantly in the clouds.

Finally, it's over!

Samael took in Atalanta's whistling message. In the ruins, he stood up, leaning on his spear. Looking at the soldiers around him, whose number was less than three thousand, his eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and his voice was almost hysterical.

"The defenses have been breached. The final moment has arrived. Greeks, clear the obstacles in your way for your compatriots!"

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

At this moment, the Colchian Dragon, with its horn broken on one side and its scales fragmented, swooped down, and the ancient serpent leaped onto it, charging forward first.

In order to fight against the giant god, the various city-states successively gathered more than 200,000 troops here, but after a fierce battle, less than 30,000 survived, leaving only a mere 50,000.

But those who survived in these harsh environments were all exceptional elites of the city-states.

In dire straits, these wounded beasts, no longer afraid of death, instead became enraged, baring their claws and fangs to launch a ferocious and savage counterattack.

The hymn to humanity is the hymn to courage!

Before the colossal waves, the 50,000-strong army, as small and insignificant as water droplets, was about to collide with the vast and mighty mutants.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

At the same time, beams of divine light, emanating from countless runes, crashed into the giant army ahead, like a dense mass of meteorites falling to the ground, brutally swarming the Giant God Aberrations that had surged onto the Peloponnese Peninsula.

As the aura faded, figures clad in tattered armor and wielding Divine Construct stood proudly on the battlefield, which had been slashed down by tens of meters.

Boom!

"What are gods! They are more arrogant than humans! More lustful than humans! More lazy than humans! More powerful than humans!"

Amidst the sky filled with thunder and lightning, and intertwined, branching arcs of light, Zeus, wielding his Thunderbolt Scepter, drove his chariot forward, shouting proudly.

With his eyes gleaming silver, the Wise King of Gods, whose lightning converged within, plummeted from the sky, standing before the Olympus gods, his cold and unrestrained declaration echoing across the battlefield.

"Greed begins with God!"

"The ravages began with God!"

"Might makes right!"

"Thus..."

"Sacrifice began with God!"

The Olympian Gods struck their shields, naturally puffed out their chests, and revealed arrogant expressions, laughing heartily and shouting in unison.

"Indeed!"

"Indeed!"

"Indeed!"

In an instant, Zeus swung his Thunderbolt Scepter forward, and the forbidden old gods rose from the sea and from the earth, while the lofty New Gods bravely charged forward.

The proud gods will never allow humans to charge ahead!