Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

however--

What about the soul of this warrior named El Cid?

The fact that the soul hasn't left the body proves that the other person is still...

Snap! The golden, strong, and sacredly beautiful figure moved, slowly taking a step forward, and once again, a sacred and oppressive song resounded in the air.

How terrifying can a man who walks with his own background music be?

Their pace was extremely slow, and the crisp clinking of their armor sent a sense of oppression through both gods. Thanatos, the god of death: "Die! Die! Die!!!—Die!"

He kept activating his Word of Power—!

This time, the power was amplified to the point that countless terrifying characters for "death" were materialized to the point that mortals could see them clearly. The power of these characters, constructed from dark divine power, attacked the golden figure.

However, that figure didn't even dodge, letting the attacks hit its armor without leaving a single mark.

Only when facing the last, slightly stronger attack did he casually swing his hand in a chop—

He whispered: "Holy Sword—ex...calibur—!"

A deep, indifferent voice rang out, like the sound of death itself.

It seemed like a casual "good morning" greeting, but the commotion and scale were terrifying.

The soaring flames erupted once more in a single strike, silently severing the greatest death spell before sweeping towards the two gods.

Boom~! !

This attack directly enveloped both gods.

Death, relying on its powerful immortality, split open amidst screams! But it still didn't die; it just stared at its body, severed at the waist, its pupils trembling violently in disbelief at this situation.

"Impossible, impossible—! Why are my powers useless against you!"

Hypnos, the god of sleep, didn't fare so well. He didn't possess strong immortality, and at the crucial moment, he relied on retracting into his own little world and hiding inside to block the attack. However, his little world wasn't so lucky; after being hit a second time, it completely 'crashed' apart.

The literal meaning of "cracked" is that the small world shattered, and the surrounding scene returned to the square.

Even if it is a product of power, once it is split open, its power will be damaged and it will take a long time to recover.

This is all the energy of his dreams that he collected over the long years on the Greek continent.

While heartbroken at the sight of the damage, Hypnos, the god of sleep, was also astonished by the terrible slash.

Chapter 317 Death: Look at their worried expressions. Heroes: Ah, right?

"To actually force even the gods to such an extent... that level of sharpness, capable of cleaving the world in two? What exactly are you using to attack! Flesh? No! It can't possibly be just flesh." The god of sleep, unaware of the existence of the Holy Sword and Holy Lance, was speechless.

Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper, now fully healed but with an incredibly grim expression, spoke in a twisted voice, his voice contorted with pain and disbelief that his powers were ineffective against mere mortals: "I understand... I saw it! In that final strike, the weapon that shattered my power and blocked the Word of Death—! It was the Holy Sword. A divinely crafted weapon of the Holy Sword type. Did you house a Holy Sword within your own arm?"

Hypnos, the god of sleep: "What?"

...How could such an outrageous thing happen? Combining divinely forged weapons with one's own flesh and blood—this kind of combat method is something that neither gods nor heroes have ever heard of before!

Putting everything else aside, the biggest question is—can the human body withstand the sharpness of weapons created by the gods?

He didn't believe that a human body could use such power without any limitations!

"Die!!!" Death launched another attack, this time maximizing its power of death.

As a result, the entire city's environment began to rapidly diverge, much like a historical shift. The heroes felt their lives slipping away, their muscles began to age, and their strength was waning.

All of this is horrifying—even from such a great distance, their proud and powerful bodies are being utterly destroyed, leaving them powerless to fight back. And what kind of attack is the warrior named El Cid suffering right in front of that god?

At this moment, El Cid showed no sign of impatience; he simply raised his weapon again to launch an attack.

"Useless—! Ordinary strikes cannot kill a god, let alone the god who controls death. You cannot kill me!" Death said confidently and indifferently.

Although being split in two really hurts!! That damned, disrespectful human!

But with this immortality, how could mere humans possibly accomplish the feat of slaying a god?

However, the sword light rose again in the next moment—

Just as Death confidently prepared to mock his opponent for wasting their time, and obediently dodged away, fearing another blow, the result was—

The holy sword's radiance abruptly changed direction just before it reached its target; its true objective was...

Hypnos, the god of sleep, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face filled with fear: "What?"

I--?

Whoosh! A blinding golden light burst forth directly from the cracked head of the Sleeping God.

This time, the God of Sleep was split in two.

"Ah!!! Ahhhhhh! Waaaaa! My...my body—! As a god...I was actually...killed—?! I'm not reconciled...I'm not reconciled...no—!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, golden flames shot into the sky, like magma erupting from the earth's veins, shooting straight up into the heavens...

A massive pillar of light swept away the dark clouds on the horizon. This was not only the release of power from the final blow after killing the enemy, but also a surge of divine power from the fall of a god.

"The first one..." The Gold Saint finally spoke slowly, his voice so cold, as if he had just killed a chicken, not a god.

God is dead!

He was killed by a mere mortal...

The heroes stared in awe at the scene before them, their sense of awe overshadowing even the impending death brought on by their aging bodies.

This isn't a case of a god killing another god!

Instead, it was humanity... that wielded the sword against the gods and successfully slew them. Only then did this exhilarating scene finally convince people that the holy sword and holy spear possessed the potential to kill the demon king.

They're both gods, so if the God of Sleep can be killed—then the God of Demons—! Can still be killed! Even the King of Gods…

Ahem, I thought too far.

Because of that immense excitement, the heroes, who were almost completely caught up in a frenzied celebration, inevitably had many outrageous thoughts that they would never normally have considered.

Death, staring blankly at his brother who had turned to ashes beside him, cried out: "Sch...P...Nos!!!"

Finally—after a long time—he realized that his brother, who had been with him for countless years and had been with him since birth, was dead!

Death let out a desperate scream.

Then the Gold Saint continued, "He doesn't have the same immortality as you, does he?"

Those words seemed to mock Death: I may not be able to kill you, but can't I at least kill your brother?

"Bastard—! You damned scum!" Thanatos, the god of death, had a ferocious expression on his face. His crimson eyes were like those of a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, staring hatefully at the golden man in front of him.

From initial disdain to the painful realization that humanity could kill a god, they never imagined that humans could do so.

When this scene actually occurs, there is not only pain and hatred for the tragic death of the brother, but also a sense of irony and fear of being slapped in the face and having one's face smashed.

The golden Saint standing there at that moment seemed to be saying, "You're next."

Next one—! Next one—! It's you—!

Just then, bang! A shattering sound followed.

Death awoke, and suddenly spoke with a clear sense of joy. As a proud god, he shouldn't have lost his composure like this, but at this moment he couldn't contain his ecstatic joy: "Your sword is shattered... Hahahaha! I understand now, even the Holy Sword cannot withstand my power of death. I almost forgot that since that thing is protecting you, all you have to do is tear this damned Holy Sword to shreds!"

Ah! The holy sword shattered, shattered again! Shattered!

For some reason, faced with this sudden change in the situation...

Seeing this dire situation and crisis, the heroes present showed no concern for El Cid; in fact, their expressions became rather strange.

Death: "Look! Your companions must be so tense about your situation that they're frozen in place and speechless!"

That's right—'rigid body, unable to speak', but it might be a little different from what Death imagines.

Death: "Their comical expressions of worry for you are truly amusement... No way!"

Thanatos seemed to have finally gotten his revenge, but instead of attacking, he was consumed by rage and began to taunt and mock.

They even had the time to pay attention to the expressions of the other heroes.

Um--

Although it didn't look like worry at all, and even seemed a bit strange, Death didn't think too much about it...

—Perhaps these human brains are just that strange.

And who cares what those worms are thinking!

Regardless of whether the heroes are truly worried, if he says so, then so be it... He intends to influence the man's mindset with words, to see him break down, and at the same time, to find the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Chapter 318 If you meet the two conditions of being human and having unwavering hope, you will never lose.

Since the human who could kill Hypnos, the god of sleep, was someone Death would not be so arrogant as to continue to underestimate.

His seemingly arrogant behavior was also intended to cause the seemingly golden human in front of him to lose his composure and reveal his true colors.

That will be my chance to strike and kill!

however--

After a few loud and hearty laughs, haha, hahahahahaha~ hahahahaha~!

But he soon discovered that the figure opposite him ignored him, as if he had not been affected in the slightest.

This sight made him restless, and his laughter abruptly stopped.

"Why...why aren't you nervous?" Thanatos, the god of death, asked in a low voice, sounding somewhat doubtful.

So, should this man be nervous?

The golden-faced man remained unmoved, yet beneath his feet lay countless fragments of shattered golden holy swords.

No matter how you look at it, and no matter how sharp it is, it's now undoubtedly just a pile of scrap metal.

Having lost the weapons that could be used to defeat the gods, what can a mere human body do, and what can it possibly do?

Thanatos couldn't think of any reason why the other party wasn't nervous, nor could he think of any chance for the other party to turn the tide. The only explanation was that the other party was a warrior who had already taken death lightly and was ready to die.

For Death, what he hates most is those who disrespect 'death'. Even Death himself fears 'death', and what are mere humans anyway?!

"Mere human—!" Death gritted his teeth, no longer wanting to wait; he was about to take the other's life.

However, just before he was about to take action...

Silence—time seemed to suddenly stand still.