Summoning the Angel Legion

Suye narrowed his eyes. His eyes stung so badly that tears even welled up.

"This is true divine magic. The magic used by priests is merely an insignificant power bestowed by the gods." Pholus narrowed his eyes, his face filled with awe.

"So Chiron, who blocked divine magic, is even more worthy of respect."

Suye looked toward Chiron in the void.

Chiron retreated more than a dozen steps. The white light around him did not diminish in the slightest. The armor around his right hand had cracked over a large area, the fractures spreading to his shoulder before it slowly began to recover.

"I've seen Divine Punishment Thunder too many times." Chiron's tone was indifferent.

"Captain!"

"Captain!"

The undead shouted loudly one after another. Some of them had no tears, yet their voices were choked with sobs.

Suye gazed at Chiron's upright body and felt solemn respect.

As expected of a former Demigod, as expected of Greece's strongest teacher, as expected of the warrior who had taught countless legends and heroes.

As expected of the great man who would rather endure deadly poison than bow his head to the gods.

Even in death, he still wielded his spear to slay gods, his shoulders and back unbowed!

Even in death, he still replaced him as the one who sacrificed himself to save humanity—Prometheus.

Even in death, he still dared to wield his spear against the gods, his shoulders and back unbowed!

The Goddess of Revenge Incarnation grinned once again.

"What a child who is both loved and vexes the gods. You witnessed the Age of the Old Gods, broke through the Dark Ages, and became the leader of warriors and the teacher of heroes. Since you taught young gods, you naturally deserve protection. But today, the gods need you. Why can't