Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Unlike those weapons that don't reveal anything special when they're not radiating power, this is—a golden holy sword that looks quite extraordinary.

It is like a sacred sword that has been materialized from the light element in nature and the phenomenon of light itself. The blade of the sacred sword is even constructed as if it were materialized light.

Even though the divine weapon was concealed, it could not completely suppress the surging and terrifying magical power that was constantly being unleashed from the sword.

It seemed to be eager to announce its birth to the world and unleash its power. The aftershocks emanating from it were even more terrifying than the ripples from the longbow that Artemis had drawn to cleanse civilization in the past. It was an immense presence that could not be ignored.

"...!!" Suddenly, everyone's eyes were locked on it.

'Is this the strongest divinely created weapon?!'

Even if it cannot be verified, and its power has not been witnessed firsthand, it is unknown whether it is more powerful than the thunderbolt of Zeus, the king of the gods.

But none of the heroes doubted the weapon's power.

The lower limit of what they could perceive was already beyond all the weapons they could recognize or have ever seen.

This is the Holy Sword—!

Chrysei's melodious voice continued, "It combines Apollo's longbow, Hector, Achilles' spear, and even, thanks to you—all the weapons used by the hero Griffith in his lifetime. The divine weapon that Helios, the sun god, never had time to retrieve is also among them; it's truly a weapon of excellent quality. However, it is precisely because of such superior weaponry as a foundation, combined with various other divinely crafted weapons that need no further elaboration…"

Chrysei smiled: "Each of these weapons would be a treasure in any era, enough to give birth to a great hero. And when all these weapons are combined into one—!"

"From within the planet itself, even forged by the planet's own hand, and cast into the very planet beneath our feet, the most powerful weapon was born, designed to counter any alien enemy seeking to destroy the planet!"

“Aeneas, I did not lie—!”

I did indeed bring this sword to life, and it is now before you. However…”

There's no need to listen to anything more. The fact that the woman is here already explains her stance, and everything else is perfectly understandable.

At this moment, Agamemnon and the others widened their eyes halfway through the conversation, especially when they heard that the divine armor used by Griffith in his lifetime was mostly obtained by them personally. Their eyes were bloodshot and their eyes were filled with rage.

Chapter 306 Look, the Holy Sword shatters, listen—search-ad!

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit!

He was the only one whose death did not arouse much greed even among the heroes for the weapons he used in life.

The weapons used by such noble souls should not be tainted by their filthy, selfish souls.

however--

If it weren't for forging the legendary holy sword and holy spear, they wouldn't have gone against this principle or gone to such lengths, only to end up like this?!

Chryseis respectfully approached the Demon King, then slowly knelt down and offered the Holy Sword above her head.

That respectful posture instantly plunged the heroes below into the deepest abyss.

The scene I least wanted to see still happened...

The significance of fighting to this day.

It was as if everything lost its meaning in that one delivery.

Many heroes, unable to bear such a blow, lost their light in their eyes and clenched their fists.

That's a lie... right?

The holy sword, forged with the resources of all of Greece, was handed over to the enemy by that woman.

Achilles even died on the battlefield trying to buy time...

The heroes were overwhelmed with a sense of oppression, as if they were about to fall into the deep sea, their spirits completely shattered.

They saw the Demon King slowly pick up the hilt of the Holy Sword, then casually twirl it in his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the patterns on the sword.

"Thirteen restraints, not one missing—indeed, it is the Star Holy Sword. It's amazing that you actually forged this thing...a divine weapon capable of defeating all planetary enemies." Ye's majestic voice rang out.

Then, in the next moment, with a loud bang, the holy sword in Ye's hand was suddenly crushed, causing the pupils of countless heroes to shrink.

The beautiful fragments refracted by sunlight should have reflected the light of ideals and hopes, but now they have all slowly fallen into the dust.

It seemed as if this was a harbinger that their dream was about to end and their hopes were about to be dashed.

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back in the face of despair.

It's broken! Broken? Broken, broken, broken...

But how could that be?!

Look, such a huge holy sword, shattered in an instant! What was shattered was not just the holy sword, but also the fighting spirit and determination of countless heroes.

At this moment, I faced those pairs of devastated, lifeless gazes.

Then they heard the Demon King's domineering and indifferent voice: "My path to dominance is unobstructed—no one, no god, can stop me... The holy sword that crushes all planetary enemies? Nothing more than that. Risking everything, abandoning ideals, companions, and lives, sacrificing so many people, and the divine weapon we obtained is only this much. It is truly disappointing."

Chryseis buried her head even deeper and smiled, "It's because you're too strong, my Demon King... I never expected to defeat you with just a sword, so—that's why I surrendered to you. Now it seems that my choice was the right one, wasn't it?"

The Demon King ignored him.

Instead, he stood up and looked down at the countless black knights below.

"My great army! The time to awaken has come! Even though we have now conquered Mycenae, we have only occupied the human world. I intend to continue the war—to conquer the vast, unexplored lands to the north, and to ascend Mount Olympus! Three days later, the Holy Roman Empire will be fully established here, and at the same time, we will march straight to Olympus!"

"Therefore, beg from me..."

"Those who wish to follow me, come after me! I will bestow upon you nations an inheritance, and all that lies to the ends of the earth will be yours. You will wield swords of black iron and shatter all enemies like pottery. Therefore, kings, bow down and receive the teachings of the earth's judge. Serve your lord with humility and deference, and gladly submit to battle!"

"My faithful servants, the command has been given!! From this moment on, vanquish all enemies, even the gods are not exempt, and offer me the song of hell! If anyone answers—"

The Demon King slowly raised one of his hands, as if it were the hand of a god about to play the song of hell.

The next moment, upon witnessing that pitch-black form, the black knights below erupted in a frenzied cheer.

"Demon King—Talos!!"

"Demon King—Talos—!!!"

"Demon King—Talos—!!!"

The outcry grew louder and louder, until it seemed as if the clouds were about to cover it up.

Amidst this terrifying clamor, the heroes grew even more hunched over, and the losers experienced the bitterness of defeat even more acutely.

They could only watch as those terrifying young beasts from hell roared excitedly, led by their apex predators.

Night: "The tedious, long wait is over. It's time to drag all the gods high above the heavens down from their thrones. Very well, until the end of time, come with me to hell!"

The majestic voice of the demon god resounded throughout heaven and earth.

Countless fanatical wills, fueled by excitement and murderous intent, surged forth, erupting in cheers louder than the heavens!

They shouted the name of going to hell with their Lord!

Head towards hell!

Forward! Forward! Forward! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Fearless—with murderous intent, the will to sever the dawn of the gods and establish a new era.

This is the Holy Roman Empire! This land beneath your feet is Rome!

Greece is dead, for the next ten thousand years—only the cry of Rome will remain.

At this dawn, the king they had long awaited, perhaps for hundreds or thousands of years, finally arrived!

Search and destroy! Search and destroy! Kill everything, end all things...!

Find it, destroy it—! Search for it, ravage it—! Let the enemy have nowhere to escape! Let the gods tremble!

To establish a nation here, to establish a nation on the enemy's territory, to establish a nation on the ruins of the destroyed enemy—and then to march on Olympus, along with the supreme god…;

The extreme excitement and stimulation, even the senses of defying God, blaspheming God, and being about to kill God in the future, made the Black Knights' will increasingly fanatical.

Having defeated the heroes' last will, they are now even challenging the gods.

This gave them a fleeting illusion that we were 'omnipotent'.

When you sense the sound of countless identical wills converging and forming a river, that is the river of death!

At this moment, he witnessed the shattering of the Holy Sword, the last hope, and saw the Demon God's next mad order, as well as countless mad soldiers who followed him.

The heroes trembled...

This was the darkest of times.

It was brought by the demon king Talos, a deep-sea era that even light was swallowed up. It was like falling into the deep sea, unable to breathe, filled with fear and oppression, until the day of death arrived.

Chapter 307 Achilles: Griffiths?! Impossible!

In the end, none of the heroes knew how they got back, and once they did, they stopped arguing and fell into a deathly silence.

Although the presence of the Night had already exerted a great sense of oppression on them, especially when it descended upon the battlefield as a demon god, all the despair and repression they had felt before paled in comparison to what they felt now. They had been surrounded, hunted down, fought hard, and made desperate gambles, but in the face of absolute violence, they were beaten to a pulp and left powerless to fight back, only able to let the Demon King ravage their Greek Mother.

Watching them rise up and oppress, they ravaged the entire Greek world countless times.

This time, they didn't even spare their mental well-being.

It seems they've gone too far. Night, who has been secretly observing and controlling everything, noticed that the heroes, even Hector, were showing signs of complete despair.

It stemmed from the sheer power of his enemy...

While pressure can be a good thing, inspiring heroes to unite and fight, too much pressure can easily crush a person.

However, we were prepared for this night.

It's time to bring in the 'smaller' version.

……

"Is this what you wanted to show me?"

In Mycenae, in a private noble's room, a warrior clad in black knight armor spoke in a hoarse voice, filled with suppressed anger.

The other person clenched his fist and looked at Chryseis, the beautiful woman in a white robe in front of him.

Chryseis: "Alright, we're safe here now. No one will be watching us. You can take off your armor now, Achilles... Also, don't be impatient! Since I chose to save you on the battlefield instead of handing you over to those Black Knights, it proves that I'm actually on your side."

Achilles: "Stop with the tricks, you manipulative witch...!"

Achilles couldn't believe a single word the person opposite him was saying.

When they saw Hector and the others being so cruelly deceived, and were even dragged down from the platform to destroy their spirit, watching the Holy Sword being offered to the Demon King, and seeing the Demon King about to establish the Holy Roman Empire and utter those chilling words as he swung his sword at Olympus.

How could he still believe this woman's words...?

Even if she saves me now, who can say for sure that she's not just fooling me, wanting me to witness an even deeper abyss of despair after being betrayed again?