Setting Sail, Fueled by Our Own Bodies!
At this moment, the King of Kings raised his hand high and summoned a full Golden Holy Grail from the silvery-white vortex gate, then poured it downwards.
Sizzle!
The Red-black Mudflow, burning like magma, poured onto the cracks in the World Wall, instantly melting and decomposing them, and splitting into mycelium-like reddish-black patterns that spread and eroded outwards at a visible speed.
At the same time, a chilling, ethereal sound came from the sky, spreading in all directions.
"Declaration: I command the killing, I command the life; what I wound, I heal."
Nothing can surpass me, nothing can escape...
To destroy it.
I summon the crippled and the aged.
Entrust them to me, learn from me, and follow me.
In moments of rest, I forget to sing, I forget to pray, I forget myself.
With my lightness, I unload a heavy burden and let it rest in my hands.
Because of your sins, I have anointed you with oil and branded you with a mark.
Eternal life is given by death, forgiveness is in the present moment, and I swear by my flesh.
This World Honored One, whose name is Holy, prays that my Kingdom may come forth, and that my will may be carried out on the earth as if it were in heaven!
For glory, majesty, power, authority, and kingdom shall be mine.
From time immemorial to the present day, and forevermore!
—Let compassion be directed here!
How beautiful! How magnificent! How loving!
Supreme Light, God Above All Gods, have mercy on this!
For a moment, the humans on the ground who looked up at the radiant and ancient beings had a fascinated smile on their faces, their eyes gradually becoming vacant and longing, as if they had seen the heaven they longed for.
As their minds wavered, they spread their arms and, like marionettes, stiffly stepped out of the valley's divine aura, bathing in the rays of holy light that streamed down through the cracks in the World Wall.
Bang bang bang bang!
In an instant, the bodies of hundreds of pioneers disintegrated and shattered, turning into specks of light and dust that flowed back into the sky, heading towards the so-called "heaven."
At the same time, the raging chaotic currents within the void were poised to erupt, like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead.
The entire Greek forest was burned down, and animals, monsters, and sea monsters all melted away under the baptism of holy light.
Immediately afterwards, the seawater boiled, the earth shook, and the tectonic plates broke apart.
Subsequently, disasters such as floods, storms, landslides, and Aether Tide followed one after another.
The Olympian Gods' expressions changed drastically, for their divine power was rapidly declining, and their authority was being stripped away and weakened one after another.
Clearly, this descending monster is taking advantage of their weakness, intending to disintegrate the Greek World and turn it into its own nourishment!
In order to reap the benefits, the Star-Seeded Soldier was undoubtedly the tiger that Marduk had brought to contend with Greece.
Regardless of winning or losing, he can use the opportunity to clean up the mess.
Boom boom boom boom!
In an attempt to save themselves, the gods launched attacks on the light and shadow projected by Marduk.
However, even if it is riddled with holes and disintegrated, the phantom of the King of Kings can quickly reassemble and once again begin to erode the bubble of the Greek World.
The Contents of the Holy Grail continued to permeate, causing the heavens to crumble and the stars to fall, the sun and moon to be destroyed, and day and night to become indistinguishable.
The world is collapsing step by step, gradually returning to chaos.
"The Sea of Imaginary Numbers... I saw it... It... the Sea of Imaginary Numbers..."
Just then, the Origin Goddess Tiamat's Cross Star Pupils suddenly opened, looking beyond the light and shadow overhead, gazing up at the void, staring intently at that deep darkness, and murmuring in a deep, melancholic voice.
Marduk's body, hidden in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers!
Upon hearing this, the gods were startled by the dark, churning sea. Their eyes sharpened, and in their anger, they rubbed their fists together in anticipation.
Sure enough, that bastard is still the same as ever!
After witnessing Marduk's sneaky behavior once again, Samael smirked.
"We can't win... We're too weak... We're too weak..."
However, the indignant crowd was dampened by the somber judgment of the Origin Goddess.
As the world crumbled and collapsed, the gods stood silently amidst the storm and thunder.
That King of Kings had already completed the divine unification of Mesopotamia.
If Zeus, Samael, and Tiamat were at their peak, they would naturally have a fighting chance, and might even have had a certain advantage.
In order to win this War of the Giants that originated in Greece, they had given their all, almost squeezing out the last drop of potential, leaving only an empty shell.
Currently, they can't even erase this Projection, let alone confront the "Almighty God" who stands at the pinnacle of a divine era.
So even if they find Marduk's true form, what then? They no longer have the strength to contend with this King of Kings.
Damn it, we've spent countless hours and made heavy sacrifices to get to this point.
Are we just supposed to lie there like lambs, helplessly watching this bastard slaughter us?
Samael was filled with resentment and anger, wishing he could rush to the Sea of Imaginary Numbers and fight Marduk to the death!
"There's another way..."
Just as the gods were at their wits' end, a sudden voice rang out, and everyone's spirits lifted as they looked expectantly at Athena, whose eyes shone with wisdom.
At this moment, the Three Goddesses seemed to exchange a knowing smile, and stepped forward together, their gentle gazes focused on Samael, bowing their heads in reverence.
That lingering affection and reluctance gave Samael an ominous premonition. His expression changed drastically, and he instinctively rushed forward, shouting to stop him.
"Don't want!"
However, it was too late. Athena, Medusa, Themis held hands, smiled from afar, and closed their eyes. Their divine bodies split apart, and the divine power and authority that surged from their bodies, like rivers and seas, converged on Samael, filling his inner being.
The ancient serpent stared at the three divine cores floating in mid-air, their light dimmed. It bit its lower lip with its steel teeth, its eyes turning bloodshot, and instantly understood the purpose of Athena and the other two.
The Great Sacrifice!
They relinquished their divine bodies, offered up their authority, and allowed divinity to flow back to their gods and their kings!
"Dad, don't cry. We're just temporarily asleep. As long as we win, as long as Greece is still alive, we'll reunite sooner or later."
"To place all our hope and strength in you and the God of Lu is our choice, and it's our only chance to win!"
The golden divine core trembled, and the phantom of Athena emerged from it, winking at Samael and smiling gently. The solemn echo lingered in Samael's ears as his consciousness faded.
"Our God, our King, we have given you everything we have, and offered you our lives!"
So please, for us, for this world, win victory!
Buzz buzz buzz!
At the same time, a tremor came from mid-air, and the surviving Orpheus Gods, such as the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, the Colchian Dragon, and the Hydra, also did not hesitate to separate their divine bodies, transforming their divine power and authority into pure spiritual particles, and offering them to their supreme god!
Almost simultaneously, Ishtar, Ereshkigal, Gilgamesh exchanged glances and nodded, looking gently at the Origin Goddess. They openly dissociated themselves and successively contributed their divine power and authority, placing all their hopes and all their bets on the two figures in the center in this all-out gamble!
Goddess, you once chose to exile yourself for the sake of your children.
This time, let us become firewood to light your way and illuminate your path!