Big Shots Are Big Shots Wherever They Go 3/3
For example, the oldest, the gaunt old man Pythagoras, who was proficient in geometry and mathematics, possessed an abnormal Magecraft aiming ability. He seemed to act with nonchalance, but every Magecraft attack he launched was like a homing missile with eyes, always hitting the enemy precisely in the right place.
With a casual wave of the gaunt old man's hand, arcs of burning ether traced graceful curves as they struck the heads of high-threat units.
From the moment Samael took in the overall situation, this old man maintained a 100% (MISSING) accuracy rate.
In such a complex battlefield, even the Deep Sea Fleet's advanced air-to-ground bombing technology is far inferior to that of Pythagoras.
Secondly, Heraclitus, an old man with a fiery temper, holding a book and wearing a gray robe, possesses an almost abnormal perception and manipulation of fire elements.
Furthermore, those bursts of flame possess properties such as "inextinguishability," "adhesion," "splashing," and "ignition." Basically, upon hitting a target, they can ignite a large area using the ether in the air, making them virtually indistinguishable from humanoid napalm bomb dispensers.
Amidst the carnage of sea monsters and Leviathan serpents, the old man grew increasingly energetic, unable to resist praising this damned war.
Yes, that's a compliment.
Even in the highly inclusive Athenian Academy, he remained an outlier. He despised humanity, believed in war, and likened war to "the king of all things."
"War is the king of all things. It makes some people gods, some people men, some people slaves, and some people free men."
This was the argument the old man promoted at the Athenian Academy. Therefore, while teaching at the Athenian Academy, he was known for his extreme hawkish views, strongly advocating Athens' policy of strengthening its military, and after sweeping across the Peloponnese Peninsula, he dealt a heavy blow to the Persians.
Then came Plato, the muscular, serious middle-aged man who could kill a bull with a single punch. He was also an expert in carving Magecraft circles and controlling magic. Around this philosophical giant, there were Sorcery Array of all sizes, overlapping each other, like the bricks that built his ideal kingdom.
Plato charged fiercely into the horde of monsters, the colorful Aether Tide around him unleashing violent explosions that nearly turned the area around him into a vacuum. Any sea monsters that occasionally crossed the forbidden zone of that Magecraft ideal world were instantly killed by his hard, pot-sized fists, using his superb Pankrasin melee combat skills.
Finally, the young, black-haired man in an academic gown, with multiple hexagonal mirrors arranged in a ring behind him, was Archimedes, known for his flexible and unpredictable attack methods.
This Ancient Greece philosopher, mathematician, physicist, mechanician, and encyclopedic scientist, with his self-made Magic Crest resembling Light Prism Tower behind him, uses the principle of mirror reflection to change the trajectory of attacks from various incredible angles, either deflecting or converging Magic Beam, achieving unexpected effects.
In an instant, powerful moves such as Pythagoras's Magecraft Rangefinding, Heraclitus's Eternal Fire, Plato's Republic, and Archimedes' Light Prism Tower unleashed a formidable barrage of firepower.
Compared to the lackluster performance of the Mount of Ares Blood Guard, this place is simply a showcase for a group of academic luminaries.
Even Samael, being a god, couldn't help but marvel at and deeply admire these scholars from the Athenian Academy who had developed Magecraft into entirely new fields.
This showed him another path, one that relied on human wisdom rather than divine bloodline.
Guo Xin, a big shot is a big shot wherever he goes.
As the ancient serpent sighed, it looked at the assembled Athenian warships and couldn't help but let its eyes flicker, a hint of malice rising in its heart.
If we were to blow up the ship now, wouldn't the curriculum for all subjects in junior and senior high school be reduced by half?
Or... cough cough, maybe we should just forget about it...
Samael realized that he had a vague urge to try something, so he immediately slapped his head a few times to dispel the inhuman thoughts and focus on coordinating the battlefield.
In just a few dozen breaths, the beast tide, after suffering repeated setbacks, gradually weakened its siege.
With its large and elite fighting force, the Pan-Hellenic Alliance carved a bloody route through the encirclement of the sea monsters and continued to advance toward Hot Spring Pass.
Boom boom boom boom!
However, before they could completely escape the encirclement and pursuit of the sea monsters, several crimson fireballs, each a hundred meters in diameter and resembling meteors from outer space, hurtled out of the sea fog in a parabolic trajectory, capsizing several small, fast boats.
At the same time, warships adorned with flags featuring flame patterns and teeming with men on their decks emerged from the mist and charged toward the stretched Greek fleet.
The Persian Fleet is coming from the nearby sea!
On the Argo, Samael glanced at the shadowy sea monster outside the window, his gaze then settling on the sand table, a slight smile playing on his lips.
A bad thing, viewed from a different perspective, might just be a good thing.
The current situation proves that the Persians can no longer sit still.
And Hot Spring Pass is right in front of us!
At this moment, encountering his old rival, Themistocles pointed his sword forward and, together with his allies, launched an attack on the Persian Fleet.
Facing their arch-rival, the Athens Academy Mages also showcased their signature tricks.
"Behold the perfect circle, the perfect radiance. The time for reckoning has come—let the gathered straw burn like the moon!"
Stirred by the Magic Tide, Archimedes' body floated into the air, and the Light Prism Tower behind him drew upon the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars, shooting out scorching Aether Light Flow that ignited several Persian warships.
"The world begins with a cause and ends with an order. Its past, present, and future are an eternal flame, burning in a certain degree and extinguishing in a certain degree! Therefore, light is everywhere, descend—dispel ignorance and darkness, and forever ignite the flame of order!"
Then Heraclitus chanted divine words and unleashed a fireball with all his might, as dazzling as the sun.
As this thing slammed down, a huge whirlpool first formed on the sea surface, and then it exploded with a deafening roar.
In an instant, a blinding white light flashed, stinging the eyes of everyone around, friend or foe, and blurring their vision into a blinding white haze, as a terrifying mushroom cloud rose into the air.
Dozens of Persian warships were either caught in the blast or smashed to pieces.
On the Sea of Chaos, there were fragments of wooden ship hulls, as well as the flesh and blood remains of humans and monsters.
The Persians, having suffered a setback, immediately halted their advance. The army's sorcerer boarded Flying Carpet, picked up a magic lamp, and engaged in a spectacular Magecraft duel with his old adversaries.
Although the Magecraft at the Athenian Academy were of high quality, this kind of inspirational education meant that talented students were destined to be unable to be mass-produced.
The Persian Empire, with its large population and relatively complete education system, had several times more spellcasters than the Athenian Academy.
Therefore, one side possessed superior quality, while the other had a large quantity, leading to a massive bombardment on the sea.
But then, the Norse druids who followed, along with a massive, dark Deep Sea Fleet, sent shivers down the spines of the arcane mages and the priests of the Persian temple, who began chanting divine incantations.
"Its source is fire, its power is light. I call upon the name of my Lord Mithra, and here descend spirits to serve the light, wielding the sword of severance!"
Instantly, the flame spirits Ifrit, released from the Subordinate God, bathed in the radiant glow of the blazing white halo, transformed into slender and elegant humanoid figures, each clad in armor and wielding weapons, and charged toward the Pan-Hellenic Alliance.
This is...
On the Argo, Samael looked up at the familiar outlines and shapes in the sky above the Chaos Sea. The charcoal pencil in his hand fell from his fingers without him noticing, and he murmured the answer.
...Angel!