Afraid of Being Tricked by Snakes?

Finally, they had arrived!

Having gained a precious moment to catch his breath, Samael stood on the Colchian Dragon's back and let out a long sigh.

Feathered Serpent God, the panther men, Skadi, Scathach, Horo, Anna, Tamamo no Mae, Heracles, Orion, and the others hovered in midair. Sensing the blazing aether flames radiating from the White Colossal Titan ahead like the sun at its zenith, their faces stiffened as they sharply drew in breaths.

"This is..."

"Cyrus, Ahura, Marduk, Willpa, God... Call him whatever you like. That's right, this thing is the opponent we faced in Mesopotamia during the war against the Colossal Titan."

Hearing the dry warmth around him, Samael breathed in the aether within the sea tides and spoke in a low voice with a furrowed brow.

Everyone's faces darkened at his words.

Fortunately, Nitocris and Cleopatra's message had reached them. The reinforcements who came were all Deity-class; otherwise, ordinary people dragged into this would only be throwing their lives away.

The ancient serpent calmed herself and looked around, nodding to herself before turning her gloomy gaze toward several figures clearly separate from the Greek coalition.

Asura King Vritra, Vishnu's incarnation Rama, the Little Sun Karna, Elephant Headed God Ganesh, and the Child of the Sword Battleras—these helpers who had originally belonged to the Persian army had all arrived as well.

Moreover, their bodies bore scorch marks left by explosions and burning.

Clearly, the White Colossal Titan's first round of bombardment had been indiscriminate. It had plainly made no distinction between friend and foe.

Or rather, in this God's eyes, there was no such thing as friend or foe. Everything beneath his feet was merely ants and dust, utterly insignificant.

"What are you trying to do?!"

As Asura King Vritra, one of the few remaining native Persian gods,