I Never Should Have Eaten That Grass!

Boom!

At the same time, several miles away, Samael heard the thunder and turned around abruptly. As his Cross Star Pupils opened and closed, he was shocked to see that the valley was like a volcanic eruption, showing a scene of apocalypse.

A dense, scorching rain of reddish-black meteors rained down from the sky; molten, lava-like filth surged from the ground, spreading in all directions along the terrain.

The red and black mycelium filaments intertwined into snake-like whiskers, dragging humans who couldn't dodge in time into the turbid current. Amidst the screams and wails of the living, it eroded their flesh and bones, melting them completely.

In the blink of an eye, the number of casualties on both sides in the battle has exceeded 10,000.

The most evil god— Angra Mainyu!

Samael's eyes, pierced by a Cross Star Pupils, stretched to their limit. Through the layers of black filth, he could clearly see the familiar yet strange blue tattoo on the altar, a maniacal, twisted smile.

To his disbelief, these Persians, who were like trapped beasts, had actually attracted the real deal!

Just as the ancient serpent's mind was wavering, the surrounding ether trembled violently. Amidst the rustling of pages turning, a phoenix formed from golden-red magic light spread its wings and soared into the sky like a rainbow.

Want to stay? Stay!

Samael frowned and turned, the spear in his hand igniting with blood-red light, spiraling and accelerating the Aether Light Flow, enveloping the spearhead as it pierced through the air.

The phoenix soaring in the sky was instantly torn to pieces. Cyrus, enveloped in patterns of light, could only turn his main body and extend his left hand and left foot. Under the crimson light, he disintegrated into pieces!

However, even after suffering a severe blow, Cyrus the Great remained reckless, his golden-red burning divine blood blazing fiercely, and at an even faster speed, he crashed into the arrival of Angra Mainyu, breaking through the gap in the barrier.

Damn! He can really run!

Samael frowned, cursing under his breath. His gloomy gaze lingered on the gap for a moment before finally settling on the patch of land below, which was filled with Red-black Mudflow.

At the same time, a black current surged within the ravine, trapping some retreating soldiers inside. They hurriedly climbed to slightly higher hills, narrowly avoiding the filth that was washing over them.

Glug... glug...

Just as the survivors, having narrowly escaped death, collapsed on several slopes, panting heavily, bubbles continued to rise from the asphalt-like black tide that had accumulated in the gully. Their hearts pounded wildly, and their faces turned pale as they turned and ran.

Roar!

However, in an instant, one after another, the bodies of those who had died in battle, with arrows stuck in their bodies or pierced by knives and spears, emerged from the black tide, covered with dark red mycelium, to the horrified gazes of the crowd. They pounced on the survivors huddled on the high ground, growling and tearing at them.

Amidst screams of agony, the drowned survivors had their throats and arteries ripped apart one by one, gasping for breath, blood spurting from their necks, their limbs gradually ceasing to twitch.

Amidst the chilling sounds of sucking and tearing, these humans, their features contorted in terror and their pupils dilated, became food for the monsters, devoured into gruesome skeletons.

Immediately, these monsters, seemingly possessing an inexhaustible appetite, looked up again, their sinister gazes fixed on the remaining high ground. Deep within their empty eye sockets, a crimson glint flickered, filled with resentment towards death and venomous hatred towards the living.

"Aaaaaah!"

As the black tide surged down, these hungry ghosts, who had crawled out of hell, swarmed towards the survivors huddled on the high ground along the way, their shrill screams rising and falling.

Not only that, the humans who were stained with the red and black fire rain and entangled with mycelium were not spared either. As red and black blood vessel-like patterns rose and spread on their bodies, these people's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and they roared as they charged towards their fellow humans nearby, starting a bloody massacre.

At the valley entrance, Pompey drew his sword and swept it horizontally. Two Roman Soldier, each wielding a short sword, frantically lunged at him, their heads rolling off with a thud. The two faces facing him were filled with manic smiles, sending chills down one's spine.

They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!

Many Roman Soldier stood blankly on the ground, their faces pale, muttering to themselves as they watched the Persians and Romans fleeing, fighting, and battling all over the hillside.

"Back off! Back off!"

Pompey raised his shield to deflect a Persian soldier's scimitar, then snatched a spear and hurled it, pinning the red-eyed monster to the ground. His roar startled the nearby Romans were still conscious.

"Watch out for the fire rain and the mycelium on the ground. If that stuff sticks to your body, you're done for!"

On the verge of collapse, the soldiers instinctively obeyed their commander's orders, relying on their comrades, and followed the crowd away from this terrifying area.

However, the human escape was no match for the spread of the Black Tide and Fire Rain, not to mention the fact that people were being infected one by one, killing and hunting each other everywhere, and the spread of the uncontrollable chaos was intensifying.

Meanwhile, the valiant Undying Army and Amazon Warrior, being too close to the altar, were mostly stranded on the high ground, struggling to hold on and constantly in danger of annihilation.

Pfft!

A powerful arrow, 1.5 meters long, shot out, piercing through two sinners who had climbed up. Their corpses then rolled into the black tide.

The splashes of water seemed insignificant in the face of the all-encompassing tide.

Whoosh!

The surging Red-black Mudflow waves several meters high, engulfing the few remaining hilltop fortresses.

Boom boom boom boom!

At that moment, the sky suddenly brightened, and one after another, shimmering meteors fell, piercing through the black tide and blasting the densely packed sinners into pieces.

The black tide, like plastic being scorched by a raging fire, instantly shrank and evaporated considerably.

Pfft! Pfft!

Immediately afterwards, two long spears, one black and one red, pierced through the air and crashed into the ravine, making a violent tremor.

In an instant, countless starlight from all directions was drawn down, forming a closed cage that slowly tightened, pulling the swirling black tide and the corrupted alien life forms into the light membrane.

In contrast, those lucky ones who are alive and well are excluded.

The black torrent, drawn into the light membrane, violently boiled and collided, stretching and deforming the dazzling starlight barrier.

Upon closer inspection, the survivors were astonished to discover that what was twinkling in the sky were not stars, but rather gleaming runes.

"Everyone, if you don't want to die, evacuate this wasteland immediately! Seal off this area!"

Under the majestic divine power, the survivors, who had barely escaped with their lives, looked at the constantly twisting and deforming light prison that could shatter at any moment, and hurriedly turned around and scattered in all directions.

At the same time, a streak of red and black light swept across the valley's black tide, extended its arm, pulled out two long spears, and fell towards the Great Altar, landing in front of the Persian man with his arms crossed.

"I'm not interfering with your game, yet you're willing to become my enemy for the sake of these sinful humans?"

His enjoyment of watching ants struggle for their lives was ruined. Angra Mainyu narrowed his eyes, his expression displeased, and a sinister malice appeared on his face.

"Stop talking, you human bastards, it's my fault..."

Samael sighed deeply, rolled his eyes in grief and indignation, and looked heartbroken.

"If I were a concubine, I shouldn't have eaten that blade of grass!"

As Angra Mainyu gasped for breath and stared in astonishment, the Ancient Serpent Cross Star Pupils opened, and he drew his spear with both hands, thrusting out its sharp edge with chilling force!