We Are Their Doomsday!

"Undeniably, the Seven Riders of God in this third wave of reinforcements were indeed formidable. They were the sharp blades used by that supreme god of Persia and the Jews to sweep away the remaining enemies, usher in the Twilight of the Gods, and launch Doomsday Judgment upon humanity..."

Samael turned his head slightly, his solemn gaze sweeping across the three rows of Persian reinforcements from top to bottom. His voice was slow, steady, and oppressive.

The crowd could not help but cast aside the ease of the celebration. They sat upright and listened intently.

"However, while a sword may be sharp, the one wielding it is even harder to ignore!"

The ancient serpent's eyes flickered. His tone abruptly shifted, and with a slight raise of his left hand, two humanoid projections appeared on the light screen's fourth row.

Cyrus the Great Persian Emperor! Mithra the God of Light!

The crowd slowly read the words beneath the projections. At the reminder, they suddenly realized something, their pupils contracting slightly.

Since the battle began, Cyrus, who could determine the movements of the Persian army, and Mithra, who represented the intentions of the Persian Gods, seemed to have remained hidden behind the scenes and had yet to formally appear.

"On the day Rome's gods fell, and during the decisive battle in the Land of Nothingness, Cyrus and I clashed twice. Based on my guess, he should have inherited the authority of Veleslavna the Persian God of War. Moreover, he possesses the legendary Book of Destiny, capable of controlling gods. He will be troublesome to deal with.

"The Seven Riders of God did not emerge early or late, but appeared at precisely this time. It was most likely Cyrus's doing. And according to reports from the Assassins' Order, he should be among the