Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

When he looked up at the opening in the sky, the god of sleep, who had thought it was just a very simple task, was astonished and stunned.

Chapter 315 The Strongest Holy Sword Wielder, Golden Figure, is that a lie? He should be... Even the strongest hero wielding that mysterious divine weapon, the golden spear, Achilles, is already drowsy under his own power. The enemy actually has strong reinforcements.

But this is his little world built from his power.

The difficulty of breaking through from the outside is such that even the twelve main gods would find it hard to do so in a short time.

But now it is—

Death also slightly opened his eyes and said in a surprised tone, "A crack has appeared in space... Unbelievable, someone has actually been able to invade your power microcosm from the real world."

However, if Death could still maintain his composure at this moment, he would completely lose his composure in the next moment.

At first, it was just a line of light shining from the sky, but eventually the light converged into a single point and then descended from the sky.

In the dazzling golden light, he seemed to see a sword—a golden holy sword!

All that could be seen was the blade of the sword, but the person wielding it was nowhere to be seen as slashing straight toward them.

No, that's wrong!

It was an overwhelming sense of déjà vu; the powerful radiance of the holy sword was the illusion they were seeing.

It's not the sword itself, nor is it that there's no one wielding the sword.

This radiance is clearly...!

A sword descended from the sky, dominating the world, as if embodying the concept of dominance!

But what was that sword? It was clearly a figure, wearing golden armor, a pure white cloak, and dazzling, dreamlike platinum hair, with a hand blade descending from the sky, just like Achilles, a man wearing a mask.

Like a king reigning over the land, the sword slowly descended. Although it lacked the terrifying commotion of the Holy Spear's fall, it was actually a skillful integration of that power, expertly condensing it all into this simple attack.

This strike—shoved down the continent!

Boom~! !

Time and space were sealed in this sword strike. Death was unable to dodge at the crucial moment and was thus directly split in two from beginning to end.

A blinding golden light burst forth from the split slit.

At the same time, sacred music and dirges filled the air.

That powerful sense of oppression, and that extremely handsome and violent figure—beautiful, beautiful, how beautiful!

The brilliance of that sword strike subtly permeated the hearts of everyone who had witnessed the scene.

At this moment, Death's crimson eyes were wide open, his pupils fixed on the figure before him that resembled a Gold Saint.

"No... impossible!! This power! How could a mortal possess it—!"

Hypnos, the god of sleep, was terrified.

If it weren't for his brother taking the blow for him, that sword would have landed on him instead.

The next moment, the figure resembling a Gold Saint suddenly opened his eyes. His cold and sharp gaze caused everyone present to feel as if they were being cut by a knife. It was a fear that even the soul felt, as if they had lost the protection of their physical body and were experiencing the instinctive fear brought about by a sword that had been honed to its extreme.

This power was visible to the naked eye. Even without the holy sword-like radiance from before, no one doubted the man's strength.

Heroes like Agamemnon and Odysseus were interrupted by this shock, breaking free from the power of Hypnos, or rather—Hypnos himself was so terrified that he could no longer control his power to fall asleep.

And what have the Greek heroes realized at this moment—this is…?

Could it be that this is the wielder of the other most powerful divine weapon, the Holy Sword, and Athena's warrior?

Before anyone present could recover from the shock;

At that moment, countless golden sword lights suddenly flashed, dividing the battlefield into several parts. The next instant, boom!

Countless rays of light rose from the earth—yes, from the earth itself—

Ever since that sword cleaved through the dimension, the dimensional mini-world has been collapsing.

Some of the reality has now been restored.

The cracked ground arched up like small hills, knocking over the black knights on the field. At the same time, the endless light bursting from the cracks instantly engulfed all the enemies like a flood.

"So powerful! That was just a simple slash, yet it caused such massive damage using only a tiny bit of the Holy Sword's power!" Hector felt a sense of familiarity with the unparalleled martial arts, while also marveling at it in disbelief.

If Achilles' previous spear thrust had an output of 1000 and a destructive power of 10000, but the actual result was 2000, then at least 80000 of the destructive power was negated by the Holy Sword's protection.

So the Holy Swordsman in front of us only exerted less than 100 units of force, yet achieved a 2,000% effect while maintaining the same destructive power.

This is a skill that demonstrates the utmost control over energy and power, so exquisite that it can be described as 'beautiful'.

'who is he? '

'On the Greek continent, Athena's subordinates actually have such a powerful figure?!' All the heroes were itching with excitement, staring wide-eyed at the figure.

The screams of countless black knights, the flying fragments of corpses, the scene of being submerged by the torrent of light, and the image of the earth arching and cracking became a stunningly beautiful backdrop. Meanwhile, the golden figure, maintaining the posture of sheathing his sword and slowly pointing to the sky, stood quietly on the earth, his pure white cloak fluttering in the billowing wind.

That scene was absolutely beautiful and tragically beautiful!

Chryseis shouted again, finally revealing his name and origin to the people—

"Rejoice! The Gold Saint of Athena, imbued with the spirit of a golden warrior—his name is… El Cid! The strongest swordsman has descended. Even gods will be slain… No problem, there is no need to fear anymore. If you ask why… because the strongest hero has arrived!"

The strongest—?

Gold Saint El Cid! So this was humanity's strongest and final trump card?

No one present dared to utter a word of rebuttal. The golden slash they witnessed was so powerful and effortless, as if the man had trained his body to the extreme, comparable to a holy sword. His arm was completely integrated with the concept of the holy sword attached to it, and he was able to unleash the power of the holy sword in such a way, as if two indestructible holy swords had become one.

Faced with such overwhelming power, no hero would utter words of rebuttal or doubt unless they were certain of victory.

Moreover, the other side now represents all of Greece.

But—they had never heard of the name El Cid before, just like Griffith and Talos had.

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Hector's pupils contracted slightly—Griffith!

He looked again at the figure of the Gold Saint, that beautiful, powerful, and dazzling figure, that silver-white hair, and that unparalleled martial arts.

'You're kidding me, aren't you? Griffith is clearly...—' He looked again at Talos, whose helmet was slightly moving and who was staring intently at the Gold Saint on the throne on the high platform. For a moment, his eyes were filled with confusion and shock.

Chapter 316 The Holy Sword Ex-Calibur: A Basic Attack Yielded a Power Move

It was as if he could feel a slight tremor—! He didn't know why that golden figure had appeared before him, it looked just like the 'him' from the past.

Meanwhile, Chryseido, who was not far away, smiled slightly. The final stage for the performance was finally set up.

Although we have two uninvited guests, since you're already here, we can only trouble you to serve as the backdrop and stepping stones to make the drama even more exciting—you so-called—Kami (gods)!!

('Cryseis': This is the king's acting skill! It's time to unleash the full power of acting. Let me show you what true acting prowess looks like.)

This is—the ultimate 'one-piece triangle'!

Hector's mind was starting to malfunction.

He didn't realize that his guess was wrong; he was so eager for Griffith's arrival that he associated the newly appeared Gold Saint, El Cid, with him.

Or perhaps Odysseus guessed wrong?

The Demon King Talos is not Griffith!

Perhaps the Demon King really is Apollo, the god of light?

Recalling another absurd guess from before, which seemed plausible but didn't make sense, Chryseis had clearly returned to their side.

She was clearly a priestess of Apollo, the god of light, and the other party had never said that the Demon King was actually a manifestation of their own god.

Such important information, if Chryseis knew it, she couldn't possibly not tell them.

"Ah~?! Ahh! Thanatos!!!" Hypnos, the god of sleep, exclaimed in surprise, only then realizing what was happening and hurriedly checking on his brother's condition.

Thanatos, the god of death, whom the heroes thought they had defeated, was now slowly closing up his cracked body, showing that he was not truly dead.

Of course—if gods could be killed so easily, one strike taking down a god, it would be far too terrifying and incomprehensible to mortals.

However, the fact that Thanatos had actually come back from the dead also surprised the people below, and their faces turned grim.

“They…are still alive?!” Aeneas exclaimed.

At this moment, Thanatos, the god of death, whose handsome youthful face was written into the mythological setting, became distorted.

He was no longer as composed as before; now he growled in a low voice, "Shut up, you idiot! I'm not dead yet!"

Hypnos, the god of sleep, breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah...that's great. After all, that attack was so terrifying. I was afraid your immortal body wouldn't be able to withstand it!"

That's right, immortality.

As the god who brings death and controls the souls of the dead in Greece, how could Death be killed by ordinary attacks?

His immortality is exceptionally high compared to other gods; it could be said that none of the main gods possessed his level of immortality.

However, he's just a slightly harder target to kill. If his strength were equally great, he wouldn't have been unable to react to that attack just now.

Thanatos felt as if death had truly descended upon him, as if the Grim Reaper himself had come to be.

That's why he was so terrified that he broke down, and fear made him think of only one thing—kill this man!

To nip this fear in the bud, this sword that seems to freeze the soul, slay the soul, and kill all things!

Therefore, Thanatos: "Die—!"

The power of death was activated. As Thanatos, the god of death, attempted to seize the soul of the hero before him, the hero 'El Cid' remained standing there, motionless.

One second, two seconds——

Thanatos, the god of death, breathed a sigh of relief. His handsome face finally regained its previous calm and indifferent expression, and he revealed a cold smile: "No mortal can survive before the power of Golgotha ​​(the Skull Mountain where Jesus was killed in the future Bible, and also the execution ground where Rome suppressed and executed Jews, a minor connection) and you are no exception—unfamiliar warrior of Athena!"

This powerful man is finally dead!

But—it's rare to die standing up like this! Did the body maintain its will to live until death and never fall?

Thanatos was filled with admiration, while the heroes and commoners around him were all startled when they heard Death's words.

...! ! !

What? The Holy Swordsman is dead?

Hector and the others' expressions changed drastically.

Suddenly, Thanatos, the god of death, also changed his expression.

He discovered a crucial problem: as the Grim Reaper, he was naturally able to see and control the souls of the dead.