The King's Speech 3/3
Samael, brandishing his lance, stepped forward in anger and revealed the origin of the plague, shattering the Athenians' last remaining hope.
"The Athenians and Persians want to take our water and land, and their invasion will not stop as long as we breathe."
Hiding and running away will not earn the enemy's tolerance and pity; they will only think Athens is weak and easy to bully, and will become even more aggressive!
Now, this pandemic is proof that they not only want to ravage our country, but also destroy us!
Next, the accusations of corruption and treason against the Divine Blood Aristocrats, along with a list of evidence, further enraged the Athenians.
Medusa, the Serpent Goddess who governs vengeance and punishment, delivered the verdict. The once high-ranking Divine Blood Aristocrats were escorted to the top of the Acropolis of Athens, where the people waved their arms and shouted in response.
Burn them!
"Yes, burn these parasites from these countries!"
"They actually colluded with the Persians, attempting to spread disaster to Athens. These noble lords are utterly depraved!"
Amidst waves of indignant condemnation, the expressionless Norse Berserkers, one by one, raised their battle axes and swung them down. Hundreds of heads, their faces contorted in terror, flew through the air, crimson blood splattering wildly, staining the cracks in the square's bricks and flowing into the central torch stand.
After being poured out, the dark green flames on the torch platform gradually washed away the filth, radiating a sacred and majestic pale gold, and the light became even more dazzling.
The thunder in the sky, representing the wrath of the gods, gradually subsided. The olive trees, shimmering in the flames, swayed their branches and leaves. The phantom of Nike, Goddess of Victory, danced and swirled above Athens, once again sounding the war horns.
This represented divine will for war and victory, which inspired the Athenians.
The Saint King pressed his advantage, unleashing a deafening roar that stirred the hearts of the people who heard his cries.
"We yearn for peace, but we are not afraid of war, and we should not engage in meaningless deaths like this!"
Each generation has its own tasks and missions to fulfill.
Once, Velber descended, the gods paved the way for you, and heroes marched ahead for you. The reason you are able to stand here is because you were saved by many pioneers!
Greece is now facing an unprecedented crisis! The Persians have threatened to destroy us within ten days!
So, Athenians who stand here, it's your turn to step forward!
The century-long Iliad War should come to an end. Let us, the older generation, finish the fight.
Let the next generation of children stand tall and proud on this land!
"They are human beings, not slaves!"
The stirring vocals, rising continuously and amplified by thousands of Sorcery Array, resonated with the glorious epic of the Athenians who had once defeated the Velber, and whose unity of man and god had helped to avert that apocalyptic catastrophe.
Apart from the shouts, Athens was completely silent, everyone listening solemnly, their fists unconsciously clenching...
Squeeze tight, it hardens!
"Our mission is not only to support Sparta, but also to keep the flames of war at sea and beyond Hot Spring Pass! To prevent these poisonous flames from spreading to our feet!"
If you want your fields to yield harvests, your rivers to be clear, and the streets of Athens to be free of piles of bones...
Athenians, from this moment on, fear has come, war has come!
If Persia wants war, then let them have war!
The Persians brought death, so let them repay them with death!
Athenians, take up your weapons!
Let your flesh and blood build a high wall!
Swords of yours, reclaim the waters of Athens!
Be your shields, and defend the land of Greece!
Goddess above!
Greece belongs to us, victory belongs to us!
Like the cry of the hero's ode, it stirred the Athenians living in the shadow of Persia, making them grit their teeth, involuntarily clench their fists, and let out a deafening roar.
"War!"
"War!"
"War!"
The intense savior complex stirred within the Athenians, coupled with their indignation at the devastation of the plague, fueled their excitement. The strategy of rushing to Hot Spring Pass to launch a full-scale counterattack against the Persians was unanimously adopted.
Following this, to demonstrate military strength, a unique military parade was presented to the Athenians in a magnificent display.
The graceful Valkyrie transform into a phalanx, their movements light and ethereal, while Berserkers and Druids act as swords and shields, their attacks heavy and overwhelming.
The Amazon Warrior of Rome were all tall, beautiful, and divine, like fighting fairies roaming the earth. With their superb horsemanship, they galloped through the streets, miraculously avoiding all kinds of obstacles and breaking through the city gates.
The elderly and young people, their emotions stirred, couldn't wait to join the ranks and follow His Majesty on the expedition, to rush to the battlefield together and teach the Persians a lesson.
As the final force of the Athenian Heavy Infantry, the Blood Guard of the Mount of Ares, and the spellcasters of the Athenian Academy marched in a grand procession toward the Icarus Port, the people, who had been initially resistant and indifferent before the mobilization meeting, were now cheering wildly with fervent eyes. They searched for familiar faces in the procession, offering their blessings and encouragement to the men who were sons, fathers, and brothers.
However, what left the Athenians somewhat disappointed was that, compared to the Valkyrie Legion and the Amazon Warrior's bravery and prowess, the mostly mediocre 88 Constellation Saints and the Blood Guard, who suffered heavy losses in the Great Purge, seemed rather lackluster.
Furthermore, the Athenian Academy, which was expelled and then urgently rebuilt, still had flaws at the level of its spellcasters.
Just as disappointment was creeping into the hearts of the Athenians, a loud horn sounded from the Icarus Port, and waves hundreds of meters high surged in.
As the massive, overwhelming waves threatened to engulf the harbor, a towering shadow leaped out from the sea, revealing its menacing cannon muzzle amidst the creaking of machinery. The surrounding ether frantically converged on the several Sorcery Array charging above the cannon barrel.
In the blink of an eye, a red and black light streak, tens of meters in diameter, swept across the sky, cleaving through the waves and tearing the raging torrents apart with unstoppable force, shattering them all.
A damp, salty breeze swept by, and beneath the splashing water, the hideous face of the steel monster was revealed.
A colossal warship! This is a jet-black warship constructed entirely of metal, covered with red and black light patterns!
A strange sense of familiarity, along with a hidden fear, welled up in the hearts of the elderly.
At the same time, the tide surged and split, and with huge ripples spreading out, warships made entirely of metal, surrounded by white waves, rose one after another, numbering nearly a thousand.
An uncontrollable tremor caused those who had experienced the war to turn pale and utter nightmarish answers with dryness.
Atlantis, the Deep Sea Fleet!