Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

"The sky... Your Majesty, look at the sky!!" a courtier exclaimed.

Theseus and the others all looked up at the ominous sky, which was covered with dark clouds and seemed to have been dyed crimson by the army formations outside the city.

Countless roars resounded as fighter jets, formed purely from the divine power of the night, and even Kirov airships carrying the Black Knights descended from the sky.

This groundbreaking arms display is enough to grab the attention of any man.

The powerful Black Knights didn't even need parachutes; they were being airdropped down like weapons of war.

Boom! When the Black Knight transformed into a meteorite and crashed into the earth, it immediately created a huge crater.

These arrogant black knights were even quite ceremonial; they didn't parachute directly into Athens, but landed outside the city.

It's like he could have devoured you directly from the inside, but instead he chose to force you step by step, making you feel fear.

It's like a cat toying with a mouse, a kind of torment where you know you can't stop it, and every second you live is an act of mercy from the other person—no, a final, desperate act of mockery to satisfy their perverse tastes.

Faced with such mockery and humiliation, even as enemies, they felt fortunate that they had been spared.

'It came from the sky...'

Is this why the enemy was able to reach Athens so quickly?

What are those pitch-black, steel bird-like monsters?

Typhon, the progenitor of monsters, has given birth to a new offspring.

The Greek natives, who had never seen anything like an airplane, were instinctively terrified and fearful of this unknown creature, which exuded a violent torrent of steel and a cruel aura of war.

At this moment, Athens was not even as good as the island nation whose doors were forcibly opened by the Black Ships.

The sky is a forbidden area for humankind.

In the hearts of humankind, it is a realm that only gods can tread.

Meanwhile, the Cretans were able to launch attacks from the air.

Theseus: "!!! All hands prepare! Join me in attacking the enemy!"

At this point, there's no time for them to think further.

With the enemy at their doorstep, Theseus finally mustered some of the heroic spirit he had shown in his youth, becoming calm and brave.

He wanted to take the initiative and repel the enemy.

Although Athens was unable to contact any help, the enemy was unaware of this.

At this time, he must not only not show weakness, but also take the initiative to attack boldly. As long as the evil god does not make a move for the time being because he is wary of the main god behind Athens, Athens will still have a chance.

As long as he can defeat these Cretans, Athens will still have some breathing room.

Even in his utter despair, knowing that it would be difficult to change the outcome, Theseus understood that when the evil god discovered the truth, Athens would perish.

but--

Let's hold on a little longer if we can.

Prayer is useless...

Humanity needs to save itself, but where does the road ahead lie?!

When Theseus, fully dressed, mounted his warhorse and led the kingdom's last elite troops to the city gate.

The gates of Athens opened, and Theseus and his companions rode out on horseback, with a hint of desperate madness.

This is Athens, the Athens blessed by the gods, the Athens that has prospered forever!

Athens, the birthplace of many masterpieces of human wisdom and the cradle of numerous philosophers, is the proudest child of Greece.

He would never allow the evil god to invade this last land.

"For Athens—!! Gentlemen, charge with me!" The hero Theseus wanted to rely on his great strength to carve out a way for Athens to survive.

At the moment the city gates opened, Theseus and his men hadn't even had time to see the outside world clearly. The instant they could see the outside world, both men and horses suddenly stopped and froze on the spot.

What an inhuman hell that was!

Under the crimson sky, countless black knights descended from the air and finally slowly walked into the formation.

Their pace wasn't fast, yet it felt as if they were stepping on people's hearts, creating a heavy sense of oppression.

The crisp sound of steel boots clashing against the ground and armor clanging together sent chills down one's spine.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like a machine with precise calculations, and their incredibly high synchronization rate was truly terrifying.

All of this stemmed from the effects of the divine power they possessed. As the source of this calamity, Night was now on the body of the Hundred-Armed Giant, appearing on the battlefield at the very back of the army, like a towering structure at the rear.

Just as Theseus and his companions appeared.

As if the stage had finally been set up, a sacred lament suddenly filled the air, as if it were singing of the death of God, that your God is dead, and that this is the day of the end.

The Black Knights, who had already been brainwashed, suddenly had a sudden inspiration and began to shout loudly as they advanced.

They subconsciously uttered the words that came to mind:

'May the Lord hear our prayers, we are the supreme and most powerful demon king, Talos!'

'All life belongs to my Lord! My soul, may you rest again, for the Lord will reward us.'

This is a requiem.

It is a song of mourning dedicated to the fallen.

Chapter 282 Turn Around! Turn Around! Retreat immediately!!

This sound was incredibly beautiful, possessing a "class" that even the choirs of later Western European churches could not match.

However, anyone who hears it will understand immediately. The owner of the voice is not mourning, but mocking.

If this can be called the song of angels, then it must be the song of the angels of death, and the world must already be on the verge of destruction.

Even though the chanting of similar divine systems as found in the Bible has never stopped, that sense of holiness transcends time and national boundaries.

The holiness was eerie, filled with irony and an arrogant view of the living as mourners of the dead.

Theseus and the others: !!

What is that?!

They can sense it.

What resides in the song is the mockery, slander, and humiliation of the 'dead,' the wicked nature that derives pleasure from trampling on dignity.

This is a dark spirit that far surpasses the malice that ordinary people can maintain.

"May our Lord grant eternal rest to mankind, and let His unending light shine upon His people."

This is a demonic chant.

(I don't know why, but while writing this, Virgil's 300w ex-mockery tune subconsciously started playing in my head. You can play the tune if you like.)

Their teeth chattered uncontrollably—Theseus and his companions all felt a chill creeping through their bodies.

The sheer evil and malice emanating from the enemy army was one factor, but even more so, what moved (and terrified) Theseus and his companions most was the colossal, towering figure in the far distance—something that instilled fear in their human DNA.

A hundred-armed giant, and perhaps the demon king who is sitting on the highest throne, looking down and watching this place!

That was the fear of our ancient ancestors, the fear of the insignificant against the great.

Just as humans cannot overcome storms, they can only feel powerless and fearful in the face of great calamities that shake the heavens and the earth.

Theseus gritted his teeth: "Follow me... forward!!"

He recognized them as the legendary sea goat and the demon king.

But he bet that the other party wouldn't make a move, but would instead be wary of the gods behind Athens.

When Theseus began to gallop ahead on horseback.

Like a fearless knight, a king determined to defend his kingdom, like Alexander the Great, the conqueror who dared to charge at the world-defining Noble Phantasm Ea with his phalanx.

Seeing their king so fearless, the soldiers and ministers followed despite their fear.

On the other side, Ye Yao gazed at the cavalry galloping towards them from afar.

'You actually dare to approach me?' A smile crept onto his lips, and his previously uninterested eyes gradually brightened with joy.

That's right, if you can't even get close, how can you defeat me!

However, Ye's smile quickly disappeared, and her expression gradually became bored.

Theseus's army halted midway.

That's right—it stopped.

As Theseus's army drew closer to the colossal creature, their fear intensified.

They kept roaring to bolster their courage.

But the sound grew fainter and fainter—

As the terrifying thing in their field of vision grew larger and larger, their pupils trembled more and more, and subconsciously, their retinas could only see that towering figure, nothing else.

They even ignored those terrifying and ferocious black knights.

Faced with the hundred-armed giants that even the gods feared, Theseus finally realized that he had overestimated his own heroic nature.

He lost his nerve at the last moment.

So, after traveling less than two-thirds of the distance, Theseus suddenly pulled the horse back and said, "The horse is too afraid to go any further; follow me—"

Just when the soldiers thought their king would ask them to continue on foot, after all, the courage he had shown earlier had filled them with pride and admiration.

It was only by following such a king that they had the courage to advance here together.

But that was before they saw the Hundred-Handed Giant.

The closer they get, the more they feel not only the visual impact, but also the astonishing death energy pressure emanating from the intertwined Demon King Talos and the Hundred-Armed Giant.

Under the spell of Hades, memories of being imprisoned in the Underworld by Hades, where he could only wait in despair for death until Heracles came to his rescue kept flooding back.

I was terrified!

Everyone has something they fear most.

Even heroes are no exception.

Unable to overcome his instincts, Theseus cried out: "Back off! Turn around!!!"