A Salute to Heroes, an Assault on Enemies!

Amidst the terrifying explosion, Cyrus, who had just emerged from the pit, was sent flying along with his golden greatsword, which was engraved with Persian Divine Markings. Dust billowed up along the way, and golden-red divine blood splattered everywhere.

A figure surrounded by intense red and black flames, gripping a spear in each hand, charged forward with explosive speed, closely following behind.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Cyrus, his heart pounding wildly, mustered his strength, gripped his golden greatsword tightly, and swung it with all his might, desperately trying to defend himself.

Within a few breaths, the heart wound in the Persian King's chest, which had just been healed by the Aries, tore open again, and with each pull and shock, the injury worsened.

Cyrus gritted his teeth and tried his best to block the two deadly spears on his left and right. The rapid and relentless attacks made his arms numb and sore, and his feet left deep and shallow dents. He retreated repeatedly, and his wounds gradually increased, making the situation even more unfavorable.

That's absolutely... shameless!

Terrified, the Persian King could not help but lodge a bitter and indignant denunciation.

He had barely arrived, before he could even catch his breath, when a sudden sniper shot pierced his heart, leaving him on the verge of death.

If it weren't for the God of War's [Aries] power that saved his life, he probably wouldn't have even seen who attacked him before dying with resentment!

If it's a case of the weak attacking the strong, such a despicable and unethical approach is somewhat understandable.

But that guy is stronger than him! And he even shamelessly hid in the shadows to launch a sneak attack!

That's not all. Since he started, the opponent's offensive has never stopped, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

In conclusion, with his injuries not yet healed, he could only exert seven or eight tenths of his combat power. Facing a powerful enemy who had been preparing for a long time, he was completely powerless to fight back.

Since the Investiture of the Gods, I have never seen such a deity with no moral bottom line!

Cyrus was momentarily stunned when another piece of flesh was torn from his ribs by the spear tip. His face twitched involuntarily, and he hurriedly turned the pointer in the golden plate behind him toward the Phoenix. Instantly, the wings of light, composed of feathers, vibrated and increased in speed, barely managing to create distance.

However, as soon as it took off, the sky turned as dark as night, the stars twinkled, and one after another, glowing runes came crashing down on Cyrus with lightning speed.

I'm so angry, there's an ambush up there!

As the orbs of light gathered around him, expanding and exploding, Cyrus the Great with grief and indignation, and couldn't help but curse loudly in his heart.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the sky brightened like the midnight sun, and the figure, charred black and smoking, with its wings scattered, plummeted headfirst to the ground.

Samael bent forward slightly, his muscles bulging and trembling like a dragon, mimicking the javelin-throwing technique of his old friend Scathach. He incorporated cursed and instantly deadly runes into the javelin, and Scarlet Thorns containing curses began to form from both sides of the spearhead.

Thrust! Pierce! Death Thorn!

The grotesque and terrifying thorny spear, like a shooting star in the sky, carried unparalleled power as it pierced through the falling Cyrus.

But just as the javelin was about to hit its target, a simple arrow struck the tip of the javelin, and the arrowhead exploded the moment it came into contact with the unparalleled divine power.

But what seems like a trivial, insignificant touch is like a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a storm.

The ether exploded, and at the point of impact, layers of golden-red hues appeared. The hurled thorn spear, by a hair's breadth, deviated from its trajectory and struck Cyrus's shoulder blade, pinning him to the ground.

Meanwhile, the Persians, trapped and fighting like cornered beasts, cheered with exhilaration. The remaining Undying Army were tightly guarding Arash the Great Hero who had saved Cyrus the Great, on the gentle slope.

To break through the enemy's defenses with a single point, to defeat the strong with the weak! The art of archery!

Samael paused, then abruptly turned his head, gazing intently at the robust, black-haired man who dared to intervene in the war of the gods, his eyes filled with admiration.

At that moment, their eyes met in mid-air. The Great Hero of Persia placed one hand on his chest in salute and laughed heartily.

Then, two figures, separated by a thousand meters, were surrounded by surging Aether Tide.

"—Like the wise and enlightened Wu Yi."

Oh, the radiant one who bestows wisdom, dignity, and strength.

Let my heart, my thoughts, and the things I will accomplish be clear to all.

Come, God of Stars and Moon!

Witness my actions, my deathbed, my sacred dedication...

In the midst of the Persian army, this Great Hero spread his arms and drew back his long bow, uttering a rapid and solemn prayer. Golden flames, burning and flowing from his own shattered flesh, converged on the arrow poised to be released on the bowstring.

Foreign gods, please see my fate— Stella!

As blood mist spurted from his body, his muscles and bones groaned in agony, the collapsing humanoid figure gleaming with pride.

At the same time, Samael reacted even faster, his five fingers curling forward and grabbing at the air. Several runes, like cannonballs, crashed down from the sky before the radiant arrow could be fired, causing the entire hill to collapse with a roar.

In an instant, the Arash the Great Hero, who had been holding his shooting stance, pulled his right arm, which was holding the bowstring, and his bones and flesh tore apart and flew off until they disintegrated at the root, revealing the white bone fragments. The protective halo embedded in his body shattered layer by layer, and his limbs and torso exploded into clouds of blood mist as he fell backward.

Praise is a way of paying tribute to heroes!

Taking action means attacking the enemy!

You have done everything in your power for your country and for your ruler.

Arash Kamanga, the Great Hero of Persia!

Samael's gaze was pure and profound, and the Spear of Nation-Building gradually materialized in his hand as he turned and charged toward Cyrus's target.

"Walk!"

At this moment, sustained by the pages of fate in Scheherazade's hands, Arash, who was still clinging to life, vomited blood, grabbed Darius III's arm, and struggled to utter his last words of advice before turning away and fainting.

Even a hero praised by the Great Khan has fallen.

The tall and strong Darius III rose to his feet, looking at the Persian army that was charging left and right in the ravine, unable to break through the encirclement, and gradually filled with despair and madness. He couldn't help but feel regretful and bewildered.

If they use Arash's trump card to break through, they will still have a last sliver of a chance.

However, he never gave up.

O Ahura, have you no longer favored the Persians?

Darius III gazed at the Great Altar, where he had repeatedly tried to invoke the Divine Name in the temple without receiving a response. Holding the sword of the spirit, he looked on with grief and indignation.

The priests and priests all looked ashen-faced.

"Your Majesty, only the gods can stand against them! Do you still remember that village, and the little girl you saved?"

Perhaps, we still have one last chance...

Just then, Scheherazade, his will to survive suddenly surged, gritted his teeth and brought up the taboos he had encountered when he was purging Roa extremists.

At his wit's end, Darius III raised the Sword of the Spirit, a hint of extreme madness flashing in his eyes.

Boom!

Just as Samael sent Cyrus flying again and was poised to unleash his Cross Spear, eerie red and black lightning struck in all directions. In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, and dozens of spiraling wind pillars descended from the inky clouds, within which one could vaguely see twisted human figures tearing and howling.

In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and a red and black pillar of light shot into the sky, shattering the barrier shaped like runes.

A divine intervention!

The ancient serpent sensed the growing sinister malice emanating from the Persian army, its brow twitching wildly, a strong sense of unease gripping its heart.

What kind of monster have they summoned this time?!