Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

"Was the sword you offered to the Demon King a fake?"

At this moment, Hector and the others were shocked and stunned! They were enveloped in immense astonishment.

They can no longer even bear the thought of the news that Achilles was still 'alive'.

They feared that the witch was playing tricks on their heroes again, yet they couldn't help but feel a renewed hope because of those few words.

They were afraid, afraid that this hope was a lie, which would only make them more desperate.

Chryseis: "The Holy Sword is real, of course—but...who said that if it's broken, it can't be glued back together?"

ha? ! !

As the heroes stared in bewilderment, their eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Gluing the holy sword back on... Are you kidding me?

This absurd claim...

However, the next moment, a woman who seemed to be a wholesaler of holy swords pulled out another holy sword from her sleeve, one that was just as dazzling as the one from that day.

"The Holy Sword of Light possesses indestructibility and memory properties, allowing it to self-repair even when worn. It's a tangible entity that has transcended the material world, transforming into a true conceptual weapon of light. Anyone with common sense knows that an weapon forged with so much divine craftsmanship couldn't possibly be so easily damaged by a demon king! If it's not a flawed, substandard product, then there must be something else entirely. I didn't intend to fool that person with just this one trick. That person probably understood this as well, but didn't seem to care, instead preparing to see what I was up to..."

"What a terrifying man. His magnanimity is as vast as his strength. But what I didn't expect was that while I couldn't fool His Majesty the Demon King, you bunch of idiots actually believed it! No way, no way? No one actually believed it, right?"

Heroes: !!!

Who are you implying something about?

But thanks to this wave of ridicule, the heroes' despair has been largely dispelled, and the light of hope has been rekindled.

The shimmering light and luster emanating from that holy sword do not lie!

A strong, warm light emanated continuously from the golden sword and spread throughout the room, like a ray of hope shining into the heart from the outside world through the window of a dark room.

"In short, you just need to understand... the real plan has only just begun and is not over yet! The reinforcements we have been waiting for are ready. There is no need to pretend with that demon king anymore. It is expected that tomorrow, when that demon king is at the height of his power, we will assassinate him in front of everyone! Alright, that's all I can tell you. Just be mentally prepared."

After saying that, Chryseis prepared to leave.

"Wait—! Who are you planning to give the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance to?!" Although overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, Odysseus managed to regain his composure and ask the crucial question with remarkable acuity.

All the heroes cast longing and expectant glances their way.

Who wouldn't want to try their hand at wielding a savior artifact and become the Greek savior?

That's the kind of drama that would make any hero yearn for it and get their blood pumping—of course, they also know that it's highly unlikely they'll get to experience it themselves.

Such crucial tasks should naturally be entrusted to the strongest individuals.

Chrysei's figure began to fade: "The wielders of the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance have been chosen. They are undoubtedly true warriors—have no doubt! It is the artifacts that choose the wielders, not the other way around. Those who do not gain the approval of the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance cannot wield the true power of those two weapons..."

Just like—

Before Chryseis finally left, she left behind those words.

'Like a holy sword easily shattered by the Demon King, never even unleashing its full power.'

This setting is actually similar to the Godslayer world next door, where the Savior Blade is almost exclusively a weapon that can only be used by a certain person according to a pre-set program.

Even if others are barely recognized and can drive power, they cannot exert their full potential.

If it cannot be recognized and used by someone, it also cannot unleash its true power unless it is used by a hero with a vision of saving the world. At best, it will only be an ordinary longsword or spear that can constantly repair itself and become harder.

Only after hearing that the artifact would choose its own wielder did the heroes finally give up their desire for it, though they were all somewhat disappointed.

At the same time, they anxiously awaited the arrival of the next day.

Also, before leaving, there was the plan that Chryseis named 'Zero Requiem'.

They weren't told why they chose such a name for the project.

Only the heroes themselves can figure it out.

Determined to pull themselves together, get some rest, and conserve their energy, knowing that the next day would be a fierce battle.

Although they knew they should go to sleep right now, almost all of them found it difficult to fall asleep and just couldn't.

Whether Chrysei is a saint or a witch—has she deceived and fooled them once again, or will there truly be a battle tomorrow that will decide the fate of Greece? Only time will tell!

Chapter 311 All-hail-talos! Glory Returns to Talos

Soon, the time came to the next day.

The heroes, who had waited all night with nervous and apprehensive hearts, almost all suffered from insomnia.

As expected, at this founding ceremony, these heroic prisoners were once again escorted away by the Black Knights.

Are we going to humiliate them again?

Or is he going to be executed in public?

In the morning, a sumptuous meal was prepared for them. The heroes did not know if this was their last meal before their execution, but for even the slightest possibility, they ate and drank their fill, preparing themselves with all their energy and strength for the battle to come.

Whether it will be a desperate counterattack, the final battle, or another fooling to death, all will be decided in this one!

finally--

When we returned to that square once again.

This time, the situation was different. The Black Knights did not escort them off the stage, but instead tied them to the newly erected stone pillars on both sides of the square.

It was as if they wanted to announce this to the world and humiliate them.

The black knight in charge of binding them couldn't help but mock the heroes, saying, "You're finished. Just wait here and watch Greece's complete demise. As the last heroes of Greece, you'll only be nailed to this pillar of shame..."

However, the heroes had no interest in paying attention to these lowly minions.

Their main concern was whether Chryseis would actually release them and whether Achilles would appear.

...Furthermore, Agamemnon's gaze would occasionally drift toward the throne on the high platform.

There was no one on the throne!

Odysseus's speculation from the previous night was still echoing in his mind.

That demon god—could it really be you? Griffith…!

That's right—by this point, the heroes have more or less come to their senses and have guessed who the demon god's true identity is.

Because they suspected that the other party's true identity might be Griffith, they felt heavy-hearted, hesitant, and filled with worry about whether they should fight that man with all their might.

People like Hector and Agamemnon did not believe that Griffith would fall into such a cruel state for no reason; there must have been a reason.

But for the sake of Greece, they had no choice but to fight! However, if they were to confirm the other's identity at that point, they—

At this moment...

Suddenly, the Black Knights erupted in a frenzied call.

At the same time, cannons fired continuously, and their king descended amidst a grand welcome!

A figure in black armor appeared on the throne on the high platform, along with Chryseis, who was still serving beside him.

at this time--

Chryseis's voice, amplified by magic, resounded throughout the entire Kingdom of Mycenae!

Below, besides the Black Knight, were countless ordinary Greeks and Greek citizens who had been swept up to witness this coronation ceremony.

They watched in horror as Chryseis's soft yet powerful voice rang in their ears: "Rejoice! He is the ultimate king who embodies the power of all knights (the Black Knights), transcending time and space, and knowing the past, present, and future! At this moment—! History has finally turned its final chapter!"

Absolute royal power has been revealed!

The next moment, an even more astonishing cheer erupted in the square, completely drowning out the previous cheers!

"He is the Demon King Talos, the embodiment of absolute violence that we have been pursuing...!! The time of blessing has come! Bless the arrival of the King of the Most Evil, the Most Violent, the Most Supreme, and the Most Powerful!"

—Ooo ...

The frenzied cheers terrified the Greeks.

Simply because they were the defeated... and might even become the lower classes in the future, slaves of the Cretans... no, slaves of the new Romans.

Then, a sacred melody filled the air, and Chryseis began to proclaim the many declarations of the founding of the nation.

After several days, despite some sacrifices and costs along the way, the result was good. Under the leadership of the supreme Demon King Talos, we finally achieved the unification of the world and spread the benevolence of Lord Talos throughout the skies of Greece.

From then on, there would be no more distinctions between the various kingdoms such as Athens, Sparta, Arcadia, and Mycenae, but a unified Holy Roman Empire!

At this moment—! Glory is with His Majesty Talos!!

All glory belongs to Talos! All-hail-talos! All-hail-talos!

Everyone was shouting and cheering in such a loud voice, chanting the name of His Majesty Talos!

This scene sent chills down the spines of the Greeks and even the heroes.

Aside from the cheering knights and Cretans, the rest of the crowd huddled together for warmth in the square below. Some, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but mutter in fear, "What glory? Just pure dictatorship..."

"All the rebels were killed."

"Shh. Are you crazy? If those Black Knights hear this, everyone will die!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Those so-called Romans and former Cretans believe in a superior race, don't they? They never intended to treat us as human beings. Rather than becoming inferior in the future, we'd rather die now..."

At that moment, the hero, who was tied to a pillar above the crowd, heard the whispers below.

It was Agamemnon!

He gritted his teeth... staring intently at the figure on the high throne.

Could it really be you, Griffith?

If this is truly you, is this what you want? Tell me—tell me…!

To dominate the world and its people... This should never have happened to you...

"Hey!! What are you guys talking about?!" A black knight noticed the commotion and, exuding a dangerous aura, approached the crowd with hostility.

"Oh no, it's all over... I told you not to say anything! We've attracted the Black Knight!"

Terrified screams erupted from the crowd.

The heroes bound on the high platform were heartbroken. Having experienced so much, they had long since transformed into true heroes who knew how to protect others. At this moment, seeing ordinary people about to be persecuted and unable to protect them, how could they not feel pain?

Damn it——!

When will Achilles and his men make their move?