Day of Divine Fall!

The once prosperous City of Seven Hills was now shrouded in thick smoke, and the terrified people fled in all directions. Many nobles who had been laid off from their military posts and were recuperating in their mansions were assassinated by the Assassins.

The sounds of chanting, roaring, crashing, and screaming filled the air as the Festival of Lupercalia, symbolizing the founding of Rome, was stained red with blood.

"You beast! You have defiled my land and slaughtered my people. Pay with your death!"

On the Great Altar, the Divine Ancestor Romulus, seeing such a tragic scene, was filled with rage. He raised his hand and pressed it against the Divine Tree. Crimson blood flowed and gathered into the tree's veins, seeping into them and activating divine power.

All things, all phenomena, converge upon my spear! — All things are born from my spear!

In an instant, countless strands of blood-red energy gathered from all parts of Rome, forming city walls that divided space. At the same time, a huge golden halo spread out and enveloped the city, and countless scarlet spear-like objects rose from the ground, forming a terrifying forest of spears that pierced through and exposed the hundreds of Assassins and Meteor Archer mixed in with the city from bottom to top.

Suddenly, the pressure on the Roman Legions, who were locked in a bitter battle, eased, and they began to break through the blockade and converge on the Pantheon.

However, at the very moment that Divine Ancestor Romulus made his move, Cyrus and Ramesses II seized the opportunity and launched a full-scale attack.

"O Father of all flames, like the sage Yang. O Lord of radiance who bestows all wisdom, dignity, and power. Be the witness to my heart, my thoughts, and what I will accomplish. Come, God who created the stars, moon, and blazing sun, obey the command of the Word of Power, and make me a match for a hundred, a match for a thousand, invincible and victorious in every battle!"

Amidst solemn chanting, the Persian King summoned the power of Veleslavna, the war god who served Mithra, the Lord of Light. The strange golden greatsword he tossed into the air multiplied, then multiplied again, and in an instant, it became millions of swords, their sharp edges aimed at Romulus on the Great Altar.

As the incantation was unleashed, a golden rain of swords fell, as dense as shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

"Omnipotent God, witness my great deeds! Bow down! My infinite glory, the Sun God will descend here! — The Great Composite Temple of Radiance!"

At that moment, the Pharaoh raised his golden and blue scepter, his body radiating the light of the sun, and the Great Altar was filled with swirling clouds and thunderous sounds.

The mysterious triangular symbols, one above the other and containing an eye, were transformed into reality by the divine power of Ramesses II, coalescing into a pyramid containing the power of Rules, where they collided with each other.

"Civilization is the world, the world is Rome! Nothing in the world exists that is not of Rome, the stars of heaven bless this place, the eternal kingdom descends upon this place—my love encompasses all things! My spear reaches all things! Our arms open up everything, to the heavens!"

The immense pressure of billions of tons of divine power struck, causing the ground to crack and sink. Romulus groaned in agony from all parts of his body, unable to bear the weight. The ancestor of the gods acted decisively, raising his hand to grasp the trunk of the Divine Tree. With the Spear of Nation-Building, he frantically gathered and extracted the power that had escaped from the Pantheon and spread to Rome. The condensed crimson spearhead met the colliding pyramids and the rain of light that crashed down, striking forward in mid-air.

The point of impact first collapsed rapidly, then a large area of space twisted to its extreme and exploded with a bang. Seven-colored lasers surged in all directions, and a violent wave of ether swept across, like a level twelve gale. Wherever it passed, walls collapsed, houses crumbled, and vegetation was destroyed.

Under the deafening shockwaves of divine power, the Aether Light Flow erected in front of Cyrus and Ramesses II collapsed and dissipated, blood trickling from their mouths as they were sent flying backward.

The impressive Sun Ship, however, lost its magic and disintegrated into Aether Particles.

But on the Great Altar, facing the combined might of the Persian King and the Pharaoh, Divine Ancestor Romulus supported by the power of the Pantheon, suffered an even more miserable fate.

The man, covered in blood, leaned on the Spear of Nation-Building, kneeling halfway in a cone-shaped crater several meters deep, shrouded in wisps of smoke and cracked with radial lines. His exquisite, ancient Golden Armor was tattered, revealing his muscular, torn body.

Indeed, without the support of the Crown of Cronus, fighting two opponents alone is still too much of a stretch.

The Divine Ancestor coughed up foul blood, leaned on the gun, and struggled to his feet.

Boom!

Palatine Hill trembled violently, and a full third of its area cracked and collapsed, breaking off into scattered soil and rocks that peeled away from the main structure, causing the buildings to collapse in large sections.

However, this was not the first time Rome had suffered such a calamity. It is the civilizations that have survived one crisis after another and stood firm through the ages!

To shake our country and our land, they would have to fight to the death and at least leave one of them alive.

But do they dare?

The Divine Ancestor wiped the blood from his lips, a cold smile playing on his lips. His sharp gaze, piercing through the two figures in mid-air, was like a knife or a sword.

Hiss hiss hiss!

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out from the dust cloud behind him. Romulus raised an eyebrow slightly, casually spun the Spear of Nation-Building, and swept away dozens of thrown Flying Daggers.

The forward-leaning spearhead tore through the sand and dust, piercing the oncoming figure, lifting him high into the air, flinging him to the side, and brutally smashing him into a bloody pulp, leaving a shocking crimson stain on the stone slab.

As the smoke cleared, figures of men, women, and children emerged from the shadows and rushed towards them.

Ever-changing, a hundred people, Hundred Faces...

Hmph! Guo Xin is a rat in Eagle's Nest!

Romulus, who was focused on his two formidable enemies, the Persian King and the Pharaoh, did not want to waste his energy on this group of soldiers. He used the Spear of Nation-Building to create a spiraling crimson Aether Storm, slicing forward and sweeping away the worms that were surging in from all sides.

Puff puff puff puff!

As the crimson storm swept through, human bodies were torn apart and blood mist exploded. The so-called "Old Man of the Mountain" was utterly powerless in the face of the overwhelming divine might.

Cyrus and Ramesses II did not give the progenitor of the gods much time to breathe, each suppressing their injuries and unleashing their divine power to bombard them.

Just as Romulus sheathed his gun to retaliate against the powerful enemy in mid-air, Su Xing's heart clenched. As if sensing something, he turned around abruptly. In the dissipating blood mist, his blood-red pupils reflected an ordinary, elderly man.

He should have been reduced to mincemeat along with those differentiated figures...

Buzz!

The vibrating air carried a chilling, bell-like sound, and the Divine Ancestor's pupils contracted sharply, his lips moving silently as he murmured something.

The Old Man of the Mountain? I see!

In an instant, a cold light, condensing darkness and death to the extreme, tore through the blood mist and unleashed its unparalleled sharpness.

At this time, outside the city.

The ancient serpent, which was responsible for intercepting Attila, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned its head back.

Click!

The emerald Divine Tree that had enveloped the city of Rome crumbled and disintegrated, and the fluorescent barrier it had created shattered inch by inch.

What Samael found even more unbelievable was that the aura that connected heaven and earth on Palatine Hill... had dissipated!

Boom!

A fierce wind swept through, thunder roared, and crimson rain fell in a steady stream, dripping onto the land of Rome, as if the heavens were weeping and the world was bleeding.

A god has fallen...