Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Night: "This is the land my army once traversed. The warriors who shared my joys and sorrows are forever etched in the hearts of these men. This world can be restored because it is imprinted in the hearts of each and every one of us. These people... are all heroic spirits... Behold, my unparalleled army!"

Night did not respond directly, but these words were the best answer!

At this moment, every word Ye uttered felt like the sharpest blade in the world piercing Zeus's chest.

It's not that I'm afraid you have it, it's that I'm afraid you don't!

I'm not saying all this to argue about who's right or wrong.

He simply wanted to unleash his massive army and show off to Zeus, the king of the gods.

Of course—this world was also summoned to temporarily serve as a shield against the impending devastating thunderbolt.

His mental world is even more practical than the Noble Phantasms of the neighboring world, and even more so than the Reality Marble. It has fewer restrictions and is more convenient to use, and it can constantly add new companions.

He made Niu Niu remember him just in case, even if Niu Niu died in battle and his soul was annihilated, as long as the concept of the Minotaur remained in the mythological world, and as long as Asterius believed in himself.

He could then forcibly pull back the soul of the still-living Niu Niu from the past and the future.

Based on Niu Niu's righteous act just now, Ye is also prepared to pull him out of the sea of ​​suffering of the 'innocent monster' and one day let him roam the earth as a true hero of lightning.

Night: "Even if their bodies perish, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are my loyal warriors who fought alongside me in another world. My eternal friends who answered my call across time and space. They are my most precious treasures! This is the strongest army that has gathered the beliefs of all heroes!"

The power of words is enough to shake heaven and earth, more terrifying than the muffled thunder rumbling in the sky.

The waves of mental shock had left Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, completely mesmerized and lost in the spectacle.

What cannot be bound by time and space is the spirit!

For a caged bird like her, whose only physical existence is bound to the underworld, she has completely given up the struggle.

The landscape depicted by those soldiers was so beautiful and dazzling.

On one side, yellow sand swirled in the sky; on the other, lush greenery stretched across the river.

Originally, the other side of the river was not like this, but perhaps in the hearts of the soldiers, that was their hometown, the other side, the direction they longed for to return home in glory after victory.

Therefore, the place is as vibrant as springtime, a scene that even the goddess of spring finds captivating and unforgettable.

Ah, the freest breath of nature!

At that time (in Homer's epics), she was picking flowers in Enna with the goddess Artemis and the goddess Athena. It was on that day that she was abducted by Hades and lost her freedom.

She never imagined that this man, who had relationships with both of her best girlfriends, would one day be so attractive to her.

She was captivated by the charisma of the leader who had painted a shared landscape for countless warriors; what she lacked most was someone who could inspire the courage within her.

At this moment, Persephone looked at the scene before her and had only one thought: if there was anyone in this world who could take her away from her closed heart and from the dark underworld, it must be the person in front of her.

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A glorious and shining... hero!

"God-King! Let me tell you what a king is! A king is one who lives the most brilliant life, one who fascinates everyone!"

"Indeed! Indeed! Indeed!" Countless Roman soldiers raised their spears in unison, shouting fervently.

The moment they arrived in this space and time in accordance with the will of the night, images and memories of the night's conquests on the land of Greece, as well as the current situation they faced, appeared in their minds.

That was the view that the night shared with them.

Those exaggerated feats of heroism defeated Ares, the god of war, and Poseidon, thwarted the conspiracy of the goddess of discord, and fired an arrow that laid the foundation for peace.

These experiences, which were ten thousand times more exaggerated than myths and legends, thrilled the soldiers. It was a dreamlike experience unlike anything they had ever had before!

They were able to return to the golden age of Greece, thousands of years ago, a time of great heroes, and even now they were fighting against the gods!

But they were fearless, able to travel through time and space back to the past, and summoned them all to the night. Wasn't the night a more noble existence in their hearts than the highest god?

This is something even God couldn't do!

Following a man like this feels like being able to see the wonders of the world.

That incredible miracle had already ignited the passion in their hearts, making these wild Romans, who inherited the rebellious and god-slaying spirit of the Greeks, somewhat eager to try it themselves.

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It's not that they didn't want to, but their strength didn't allow it. If they had the opportunity, the Romans or the Greeks would not hesitate to try the thrill of rebelling against the gods and experience what it was like to feel so exhilarated!

They did not refute the claim that the Night claimed to be king.

After all, in their minds, the Night, who manipulated the Senate with ease, was more deserving of the title of dictator than the Roman consuls.

The only one who could have rivaled him in prestige, Tiberius, now seemed less imposing in the face of this breathtaking spectacle that transcended time and space.

Tiberius himself had no intention of competing with Night for anything, and at this moment he willingly took the lead and stood behind Night, wary of the enemy opposite—a god-king!

For Tiberius, having the chance to fight alongside Night again was enough to fulfill his last regret before his death.

His story has ended, but the lives of his companions and good friends have just begun, and are incredibly exciting.

So what's wrong with using this soul and this mutilated body after death?

"Only one who unites the will of all warriors and leads the people forward can be a king! Therefore, a king is not alone! For the greatness of his ambition is the sum of the common aspirations of all his subjects!"

"Indeed! Indeed! Indeed!"

In the world of mental images, there was originally no wind, but at this moment, the wind surged from the hearts of the warriors!

Then, with a roar from the night, they began to shout in unison, for that land that was still completely foreign to Greece in this time and space, and to Zeus, the king of the gods.

We are!

"--Rome!!!"

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Amidst the fervent shouts, anyone would lose themselves and be irresistibly drawn to join in.

They looked so passionate, so inspiring.

The sound is getting louder and louder!

Such a charismatic and powerful army!

Even Zeus, whose favorite hero would be awestruck by such a sight at other times and places, would now exclaim, "Damn it!!!"

Despicable, despicable, despicable, despicable!!!

Those irreverent faces, those confident smiles and resolute gazes—the heroic spirits of these warriors, their very existence seemed to be the greatest mockery of their own lives!

Enraged, Zeus finally unleashed a thunderbolt.

"Die, all of you! Crush all of you! You arrogant, ungrateful souls who disrespect the gods!"

Rumble! A terrifying, world-destroying thunderbolt struck, and the moment it struck, this mental world began to fall into a scene of apocalypse, shattering into pieces.

Landslides, tsunamis, earthquakes, and even volcanic eruptions cannot describe the scene of a world collapsing before our eyes.

Countless Roman soldiers charged toward the god, only to be swallowed up by the cracks in the earth.

Like moths drawn to a flame!

Naturally, only when a person looks back on their life on their deathbed can they determine the greatest moment of their life.

However, everyone here at this moment is quite certain that they have dreamed of similar things more than once.

It's human nature to hope that the pursuit of dreams can last forever, to keep the passion burning bright: everyone wants to relive glorious moments and seize the present.

Even if the glory eventually fades, it's better than losing it.

Seeing his brothers and comrades already stepping onto that hellish battlefield, Tiberius, standing beside Night, spoke for the first time since his arrival: "Do whatever you want! Make good use of our power!"

"Just like before, we strategize and plan. Our souls came to this place for this very purpose. If we cannot shine and contribute to this cause, even if we merely survive, we will never be able to forgive ourselves."

“That’s right, this is the real, final battle.” Tiberius looked at Night, as if he were looking at their true trump card.

At this moment, the shattered mental world, along with the scattered fragments of the warriors' broken spirits, began to continuously provide power for the night.

This was the warriors' plan: to fearlessly rush into those world-ending natural disasters, even willingly sacrificing themselves.

They had long been prepared to entrust their power to the night.

After all, apart from the night, no one here, not even the heroic spirits, and even Tiberius, whose great achievements have strengthened his own power, could possibly mess with that God-King.

But they still had the night! Having gathered the strength of all of them, they placed their hopes of defeating the gods on this man, their leader.

This is the trust they place in the god of war in their hearts.

Ye didn't say anything sentimental at this moment, but simply nodded and looked at the God King on the horizon.

The next moment, a wave of soul energy emanated from it.

When the soul-draining finally reached its peak, the nightmare Zeus was familiar with reappeared.

Boom! The same thunderous sound, the countless bolts of lightning spread across its body and eventually merged into its enormous form. The imposing figure of the Colossus was slowly rising from the earth.

"How could this be—! I'll let you succeed a second time!!" Zeus roared.

In his divine form, especially as Hades disguised as the 'King of the Underworld', the power he embodied and the limits he could unleash far exceeded the moment he met Griffith as the human hero Jupiter.

Therefore, we will absolutely not lose this time! Such a ferocious and confident expression—

"I will crush you head-on!" Zeus declared coldly.

"God Fist Crushing Strike! (Gondo, Gundo, Koraka! President Kaiba's voice cracks during a guest voiceover)" Boom! The dark blackness of the underworld gradually faded and turned into golden yellow, revealing its original appearance, and the lightning and the giant soldier's punch collided violently.

Neither side would back down an inch!

In terms of sheer numbers, Zeus is far more terrifying now, his power seemingly boundless and limitless, like the endless universe, making him utterly invincible.

In essence—he claimed that nothing could stand in his way, that he could destroy everything in the world, that he could annihilate everything in the universe, that if the world stood in his way, he would annihilate the world along with it—the embodiment of destruction! The strongest attack of Set, the god of the desert, after absorbing souls!

According to the card game theory, my Titan has consumed two tributes, and now, after absorbing souls, it can unleash infinite power enough to destroy all the monsters on the opponent's field. This process is irreversible.

No amount of magic traps can stop it; it's not a monster, but the true value of a physical card from a real card player!

In short—flip the table!

Under the influence of the law of destruction, this strike will inevitably cause terrible results.

When the center of the two attacks turned incandescent, it was as if the light was about to devour everything.

Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, sensed the danger and initially wanted to escape alone. However, she gritted her teeth—her mind was filled with the captivating charm that Griffith had just displayed. Should she save him or not?

This time, she wanted to follow her heart and be willful for once.

The next moment, Persephone suddenly stepped into the battlefield and ran towards where Ye and the others were. At the same time, he chanted a spell and desperately squeezed out almost all of his divine power to forcefully open a gate to the Elysée Paradise in the chaotic battlefield.