Please Welcome This World's Malice 1/4
Meanwhile, in Athens.
The old and weak, retreating to a corner of the valley and city wall, had eyes filled with despair, and within that despair, madness was brewing.
Above them, the sky was a thin, luminous barrier, and the twinkling stars obscured the sun's brilliance. Clearly visible, meteorites fell from the sea of stars, burning fiercely as they crashed into various parts of Greece, bringing powerful explosions and tremors...
Before them, the Acropolis of Athens was scarred and riddled with holes, with 43% of its walls and grounds collapsed and lost.
The streets were ravaged; buildings were shrouded in thick smoke; the defenses were torn apart and collapsed...
All sorts of aberrations swarmed around the towering Colossal Titan, sweeping over it like a swarm of locusts. Any sporadic resistance was quickly met with a few screams, and the remaining creatures were devoured like grains of wheat.
Through the thick smoke and flames, looking into the distance, the earth resembled a fragile piece of cardboard, crisscrossed with thousands of cracks, the inner sides of which were bottomless...
Mount Etna and other volcanoes erupted violently, scattering volcanic ash into the sky, and dark red lava flowed wildly, melting lives along its path...
The coastal cities of Thessaly, Sparta, Mycenae, and others have been submerged by the floodwaters and turned into the sea...
The mountainous and densely forested regions of Thebes, Arcadia, Calydon, among others, were transformed into a paradise for mutants...
Forests are burning, oceans are boiling, mountains are crumbling, the sun and moon have lost their light, stars are falling, and the whole world presents a scene of apocalypse!
After the Alien Key was activated, the erosion of Greece intensified, and the world began to disintegrate.
At this moment, Athens was the last remaining fortress in Greece that had not yet fallen, the only bastion of humankind.
"Life is the end of all things, a pilgrimage of accumulated suffering. Eyes are ancient, limbs are fragile. Existence is destined to lead to nothingness. Born only to be destroyed. How tragic, how laughable..."
Amidst the huddled lambs shivering in a corner of the city, a slightly nasal, lazy, and playful tone wafts through the crowd.
The sorrow of being weak, the pain of separation from relatives and friends, the helplessness of growing old, sick and dying... all these misfortunes and resentments grow in people's hearts.
In this atmosphere of despair and tragedy, the woman with silver hair and a pure white dress seemed to be strolling through a poppy field. She lifted the hem of her skirt and walked gracefully out of the crowd. With each breath, she seemed to be intoxicated by the scent in the air as she made her way up to the half-collapsed Parthenon.
"Please have mercy! Speak out your fear!"
That figure, like an elf, like a ghost, like a goddess, like a demon, with a blasphemous posture, stood atop the head of the statue of the great god Ophion, looking down upon the swarms of weeds, and so it was said.
"It's time to drown in this boundless sea of suffering!"
In an instant, the blasphemous woman's alluring pink lips curved into a wicked smile, her scarlet, malicious eyes sweeping over the woman, while countless wisps of black mist drifted from the corpses, the ruins, and the living.
Instantly, a chilling and sinister sense of oppression spread out, like a surging Red-black Mudflow of magma, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, suspended in the air.
On the embryo-shaped mass of flesh in the center, sinister eyes blinked menacingly, as if sizing up a lamb to be slaughtered. Pale arms emerged from the Black Mud, waving about. The malice that seeped into the soul and the curse upon life were almost suffocating.
"This is my only salvation for you!"
The silver-haired, blood-eyed calamity-bringing woman wore a sinister smile on her pretty face. She raised her slender white fingertips high, and a torrent of filthy mud, like molten lava, was about to pour down!
Tens of thousands of Greeks, who had migrated or fled here, huddled in the corners of the city and the valleys, watching the monstrous army surging in from the Athenian defenses and the overwhelming black tide, their eyes filled with despair.
This is probably the end of humanity, the end of the world!
Just then, a majestic and obscure tremor emanated from the chest of a bewitching Witch. The golden-black mark formed by interwoven snake-like scales was deeply embedded in her flesh and soul, bringing excruciating pain.
"Okay, okay, I'll get to work now!"
Pandora's pretty face turned pale, and she slumped weakly onto the idol, biting her lower lip and groaning in frustration.
In an instant, with a flick of the Witch's fingertips, the surging Red-black Mudflow from the sky passed over the heads of the survivors and flooded all areas of Athens.
Immediately, the large number of distorted variants caught in this red and black wave were like being plunged into a quagmire, unable to move an inch.
At the same time, pairs of pale arms emerged from the Black Mud, climbing up the cliff and pulling these deformed creatures into the abyss, where they dissolved inch by inch.
Boom boom boom boom!
The Colossal Titan unleashed their cannons, hurling light spears to bombard the Black Mud beneath their feet and the outstretched arms.
However, the Black Mud crumbled again and again, and those arms were destroyed time and time again, only to be rebuilt again and again, dragging these struggling Colossal Titan into hell with even more ferocity.
Hoo hoo!
Just before the city was about to collapse, the Colossal Titan let out a piercing roar. The sound waves reverberated, and countless Aberrations and Colossal Titan outside the city, summoned by the roar, swarmed towards it.
But at the same time, streams of red and black mud gushed out from the cracks in the ground, swallowing and dissolving the skeletons along the way. The powerful waves eventually converged into lakes and swamps that exuded endless resentment and malice, blocking the way for the giant army.
Pandora slightly opened her eyes, her lips curled up, and she murmured softly.
The sorrow of being trampled, the despair of being destroyed, the resentment against fate, the bitterness of the ending—the world has bestowed pain upon you, so we will repay you with a sword! Wake up, so-called heroes! If the light rejects your existence, then darkness will grant you the power to burn once more!
In an instant, the Black Mud surged and gathered, and shadows covered with red and black patterns, exuding an aura of violence and resentment, coalesced into physical forms.
Humans, these creatures, can not only live for hope, but also struggle to live for resentment...
Heroes who died on this land, are you filled with resentment? Are you filled with rage? I give you a chance to struggle. The enemy is right before you. Take your revenge!
The Calamity Maiden sat languidly on the face of the Ophion statue, swinging her jade-carved feet, and smilingly commanded the shadows and heavy shells in the darkness to collide with the vast army of giants that was attacking, forcefully suppressing the monsters' offensive.
Yes, I can survive again...
The humans who survived the catastrophe embraced and wept. Many survivors, having recovered their senses, even knelt before Pandora to thank the goddess for her protection.
Tsk, boring. Humanity might as well be extinct...
Pandora glanced at the jubilant crowd and couldn't help but yawn listlessly.
But then, the malice-filled woman of calamity saw the empty shells within the Black Mud, each one devoid of reason and beauty, burned away by resentment and anger, and her mood instantly improved.
Well, if humanity were to become extinct, the world would be even less interesting...
A wicked smile crept across Pandora's pretty face as she rested her chin on her hand and watched the increasingly tense battle raging on the sea.
So struggle! Speak out your fear! Beg for mercy!
Having tasted both hope and despair, and ultimately drowned in this sea of suffering, this is the only salvation for you!
You're right, Father?