Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

For those sea gods, river gods, and water gods who think of using divine power to create massive tsunamis to attack when they fight, who would have thought that they could also use the ocean's ability to nurture the earth to directly condense into planets in the air?

What would a planet that a Titan could easily shatter with a single punch be like if it fell through the air at accelerated speed, imbued with the power of a god of destruction?

Chapter 260 Oh? Have you ever witnessed my power at its peak?

A planet is falling—!

When the meteor shower streaked across the abyss and crashed into the Titans, it instantly unleashed a torrent of hot sand.

Despite being humans whose size was as small as floating compared to those Titans, they were now capable of launching earth-shattering attacks at any time.

As some Titans seized the opportunity to get closer, Night's agile body had already moved quickly, almost brushing past the edge of those mountain-like attacks.

Every move was like walking a tightrope; the level of risk was so high that Liu Ke was already speechless with horror.

She will probably never forget the shocking scene of today.

The sheep leaped among the wolves, each dodge a work of art, as if creating an unassailable territory.

It has an eerie beauty!

Dance! The battlefield has transformed into a stage, blooming for that one person.

The clear rhythm of the battle, though devoid of any set pattern, is more captivating than any dance, brimming with the charm of violent aesthetics.

The two Titans even chased each other in a fit of rage, only to be drawn into a fight by the night.

Night then leaped onto the head of another Titan, and with a sudden, devastating blow, his battle axe cleaved down, causing a deafening roar that shook the earth.

Titan knelt down, emitting a dull, abyss-like thud.

Amidst the massive cloud of smoke, the Titans who had just emerged from the dust gazed upon the Titan head, its skull bearing clear and horrifying cracks.

The figure with arms crossed over his chest, looking down with domineering arrogance—then, without saying a word, several more rapidly flowing oceans appeared in the sky behind him, gradually forming a magnificent planet.

"Impossible—! How could your power be so great?" Finally, the Lava Titan, whose strength was among the best of all the Titans, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The sound, as deep and heavy as a mountain range, shook the atmosphere violently. To be able to shock such a behemoth is something any hero could be proud of, something they could brag about for a year afterward.

But for Ye—who was in this supernatural state at this moment—wasn't this just a matter of course?

He was even constantly refining his fighting style. Despite it being his first time using the power of the ocean's flow, he quickly mastered it.

The techniques and principles borrowed from powerful figures from various worlds fueled Ye's boundless imagination. Coupled with his own formidable combat talent, he achieved astonishing feats that even the original Ocean Goddess could never accomplish.

"The power of a mere offspring of an ocean god—!" The Rock Titan was also incomprehensible, and he exclaimed in shock as he watched his brothers being toyed with by this insignificant human, falling over or being knocked down by a meteor shower.

Night's current state allows him to see these Titans very clearly at close range and know where their power comes from.

It's precisely because I know this that it feels so incredible.

If Night possessed Oceanus, the true god of the ocean, the Titans could understand. But this was just one of the insignificant three thousand offspring of that unreliable, philandering Oceanus.

"Oh? My power? Have you ever witnessed my power at its peak?" Madara's famous quote came naturally to him at this moment. His domineering posture and invincible aura, his cold and sharp gaze, and the oppressive feeling brought by the unity of his spirit, energy, and essence in his uncrowned martial arts state.

Despite being such a tiny individual, he seemed to be the center of the world in the face of the Titans. He was the one who truly deserved to be feared, worshipped, and dreaded.

Isn't it natural for the weak to fear the strong?

The same power, but used by different people, should naturally produce different results!

True power is not something so inconvenient. Anything that can be used in battle can be used in creative ways by a strong person.

Strength is never about ability, but about the individual who masters that ability and makes it shine.

To be honest, Ye didn't even know how strong he would be in his prime.

Even now, this is still not his limit.

If one were to risk their life to unleash the power of the God of Destruction and the dragon transformation within their soul, and then retrieve all their former equipment and artifacts, they could also draw upon the power of Artemis and Athena.

If they were to fight under the moonlight again, Ye's strength would reach an unimaginable and terrifying level, even he himself didn't know (and was afraid).

At this moment, the Titans were so intimidated by Night's words that they felt the air pressure around them continuously decreasing. Of course, the intimidation of these words was based on the fact that another planetary body had risen behind them.

Just like in the neighboring Type-Moon universe, magicians who master planetary bombardment can even gain the approval of Zeus, the king of the gods, and communicate with him on an equal footing.

Those who can wave their hands are powerful beings capable of altering terrain with their ultimate moves, and should be respected in any world.

Unless it's truly an ultimate world teeming with monsters, where the intensity is comparable to a battle between true gods.

And the battle will not stop—

Tartarus called out "Continue," clearly indicating that he was engrossed in the watch.

No matter how unwilling they were, the Titans had no choice but to continue fighting alongside the Night.

Thus, these souls of the old era and the heroes of the new era engaged in the bloodiest and most brutal battle in history.

Even though the power of flow is terrifyingly destructive, and in group battles, Night's ability is least afraid of group battles. There is no need to aim at all; just bombard wherever there are the most enemies.

However, such high-intensity battles also consume a great deal of physical and divine energy.

...Ryuk's power was simply not enough to support Night in unleashing several powerful attacks.

In order to survive this intense battle, Ye gradually abandoned his other useless senses and focused all his senses on dealing with the fight.

Gradually, his consciousness could no longer accommodate anything else, and his eyes seemed to be stained with white light, like a machine entering an overclocked state.

Every strike was as precise as if it had been calculated, and every burst of power was released just right. In critical moments, he would even deliberately trade blows to achieve the greatest effect.

Soon, more and more Titans were causing deaths and injuries.

Although these gods are difficult to truly die in the abyss, in the Greek underworld.

They were already dead once, so if they could be killed completely, Zeus would not show them any mercy.

But even if they don't actually die, they will be sunk like the three Inquisitors, falling into a deep sleep that could last for hundreds or tens of thousands of years, or even forever.

As the Titans were defeated one after another, their blood stained the abyss, gradually turning the originally dark earth and its dark color into a striking red.

Covered in blood, his armor tattered and battered, he stood upright despite his battle-damaged state, exuding an aloof and domineering aura. Sometime later, the towering figures around him were gone, replaced by a pile of corpses and several Titans who, no matter what, could no longer muster the will to fight.

Chapter 261 Making a deal with the abyss, bearing the pain, for whom is one buying time?

This was a battle that even the two parties involved could not recall exactly what happened.

It was a thrilling and brutal battle for both sides, requiring them to concentrate fully and leaving no room for them to think about the specific details of the fight.

In this battle, Griffith, who seemed weak and without a source of power, always managed to unleash terrifying power at the last moment before he died.

It could be the force of flow, the force of destruction, or something else entirely.

If this battle, unknown to the people of Greece, were to be spread, it would surely shock and move the entire Greek world.

At this moment, one arm was broken, the bones were broken, and only a thin sliver of flesh was still connecting the forearm and upper arm. The shoulder also revealed the stark white bone.

Those were the flesh and bones that were broken and evaporated in the battle against the lava giants and rock giants.

But at this moment, Ye seemed to feel no pain at all. He simply walked slowly to the mountain of Titan corpses and sat down, holding the ice spear constructed from flowing power.

Only his heavy breathing made him feel that he was still alive!

However, with a series of earth-shaking footsteps, several even taller figures emerged from the abyss, one of which had a terrifying and ferocious hundred arms.

That powerful aura made Ye's breathing pause for a moment.

besides?

Night gazes upon the enemy emerging from the depths of the abyss.

The most prominent one is undoubtedly the hundred-armed giant, who has left behind many legends and fame in mythology.

The legend of the giant with 50 heads and 100 arms is mentioned in the Iliad and Homeric myths. The chief gods, represented by Athena and Poseidon, once led the gods in a rebellion against Zeus.

The sea goddess Thetis, who was also Achilles' mother, summoned the Hundred-Handed Giants to protect Zeus. These terrifying weapons of war played a significant role on the battlefield, and even the gods feared their power.

This hundred-armed giant was called Briareus by the gods, while humans called him 'Aegion,' meaning sea goat.

Like the sea, it possesses earth-shattering power; a terrifying monster.

But at this moment, there was more than one hundred-armed giant emerging from the abyss.

This reminded Ye of another legend: there were actually three hundred-handed giants, all children of Gaia and Uranus. Besides the famous Briareus, the other two were Cortous and Cygnus.

His physical strength was exhausted, and even his divine power was completely depleted.

In this state, even standing firm is extremely difficult, but what awaits them in the night is an even more troublesome battle.

How to deal with this? There's no way to fight back!

Recovering from the incredible feat of destroying the Titan corpses on Night, Ryuk told Night that he had no more divine power left to use.

Night did not respond—he simply stared in the direction of the enemy, his brow furrowed.

Tartarus needs to prove his worth; he can't possibly just be trying to kill himself.

There must be another way out that he hasn't discovered.

This seemingly desireless and slumbering primordial creator god actually allied with Gaia in an attempt to overthrow Zeus's rule, giving birth to Typhon, the progenitor of monsters and Zeus's nemesis.

This abyss god was clearly not entirely without ambition for power.

After realizing this, Ye suddenly felt relaxed; he understood.

Then, Yoru stood up and, in a way that Ryuk couldn't understand at all, casually threw away the weapon in his hand, opened his arms as if embracing an abyss, and looked up at the sky.

Why discard weapons?

Has the battle already ended?

But then they saw those terrifying, hundred-armed giants slowly approaching with menacing momentum.

Ryuk could only watch helplessly.

"Why?" She hadn't yet voiced the question that was on her mind.

Night has opened its mouth to the sky, shouting to the omnipresent will of the abyss: "O Tartarus, the primordial god of the abyss!"

That was the sound.

The hundred-armed giant and the other giants opposite them, whose steps were shaking the earth, all stopped in their tracks.

They were not afraid of Griffith, but of Tartarus's power.

Then--

'Are those who possess only strength heroes? Those who have brute force but lack intelligence, who don't match their strength, are undoubtedly mere fools.'