The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

"Where did these waves come from? And where did these ships come from?" The brave uncle was stunned. Weren't they in the inland palace? Where did they end up?

The palace appeared exceptionally vulnerable at this moment. The ancient walls, like an old man weathered by time, finally succumbed to the force of the massive ship's impact and collapsed with a deafening roar. Boulders and dust swirled and danced in the air, as if the end of the world had arrived. The guards panicked, their swords and shields appearing utterly insignificant before this power.

The enemy's formation crumbled rapidly under the impact of the large ships; it was a desperate chaos. What they thought was a solid line collapsed instantly like a sandcastle before the waves. The roars of the soldiers and the sounds of clashing weapons mingled together, forming the prelude to this war.

Amidst the ruins of the palace, Xue Dinglu's shadow cast a long, slanted shadow on the palace's ruins.

The large ship, over fifty meters long, sailed on land and stopped in front of Xue Dinglu, its sails raised.

The shadow fell on half of Schrödinger's body, blotting out the sky and the sun; the demon king had descended.

Chapter 88 The Prologue to the Pseudo-Apocalypse

"A ship! A ship sails on the ground, a ship flies in the sky! How can a ship fly in the sky!" The Wang Gui army from the other world watched this scene in horror.

Illusion? When?

Whether they were knowledgeable mages or battle-hardened knights, upon seeing this massive ship that soared into the sky and plunging into the earth, they all slapped themselves hard to see if they were still in their right mind.

"Let's attack together! He's all alone! I don't believe he can kill us all before he runs out of energy!" A general shouted, and the mages began chanting spells.

The knights stopped looking at the strange ship and instead raised their longswords.

Yes, the other side only has one person, while we have tens of thousands.

The advantage lies with us.

Xue Dinglu, oblivious to the spells flying towards him from behind, turned around and greeted them as if talking to old friends: "Long time no see."

"Whoosh!" A huge seven-petaled shield appeared behind Xue Dinglu, blocking both the ballista shots and the mages' spells.

Ajax, the hero known as the Iron Wall of Greece, makes his appearance.

Moreover, Xue's statement ignited a fuse.

When Xue Dinglu said "Long time no see," countless people responded and echoed his words.

An expeditionary force that seemed to have opened a gate to another world.

One by one, burly men clad in ancient Greek divine armor, with arms strong enough to ride horses, strode in. Just by looking at their stance, one could tell they were terrifyingly strong.

At the very front of the army, those few men who seemed to be driving with heroic bearing were the most eye-catching.

It was like the shock that ordinary soldiers felt when they first saw the hero squad on their journey.

The armor and weapons made by the gods, along with those stained with Zeus's blood, made it clear at a glance that they were elite warriors who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This inevitably reminded the kingdom's knights of the scene in the story where the hero summons the warrior, or of ancient heroes stepping out of epic tales.

The sheer presence of those warriors, their imposing aura, and their imposing figures clad in magnificent armor alone drew dozens of people.

Any one of them, even the weakest, possesses legendary strength and could become a leader in a team of heroes. Many are even near-mythical level, as are the three Hector, Achilles, and Hercules—true fourth-tier mythical figures!

And there are a total of 32 such people!

"How is this possible..." The mages forgot to chant their spells in disbelief, and the knights swallowed hard in horror.

Xue Dinglu smiled; all 32 people responded to his call.

The arrival of the Skybreaker will not come with 32 heroes, but rather is like a call to those 32 heroes buried in Greece.

Just like the summoning ritual of heroic spirits, they will only appear if they respond to Xue's summons.

And now, everyone is here!

In fact, they weren't even the original heroes, but rather the group of heroes who fought alongside Xue Lude, participating in that grand battle to slay gods in the abyss of despair.

Heroes who sacrificed their best years in the underworld, yet rose again from the River Styx, having killed the King of Gods!

After 3200 years...

This time, the Sky Thunder was once again fully assembled.

This miraculous summoning of 32 heroes in an instant, this powerful, invincible, and strongest aura, made the minds of these people from another world tremble. Under the powerful aura of these heroes, they were like primary school students thrown into a red-light district, helpless and trembling.

However, the heroes paid no attention to the group of otherworldly people who were almost scared out of their wits. Instead, they all excitedly came to Xue's side.

Their emotions seemed to be a mix of sadness, agitation, and something else entirely...

What did I do here? Is this still Greece?

Most heroes probably feel this way at this moment.

Also, they noticed a bearded old man in the crowd with a puzzled look.

The old man looked at the familiar scene before him, as if he were still living in a dream.

Really...

It really is you guys...

That's great...that's great...

The old man cried, and his figure gradually became younger until he became the 12-year-old Achilles.

He cried, throwing himself on Hector and sobbing hysterically. Since that battle, he had been tormented by inner turmoil in countless nightmares, until he returned to the Skybreaker.

Achilles, the only hero who died of natural causes due to the extinction of the Age of Gods, finally returned to that summer when he was 12 years old.

After that day, he was already dead. Achilles, who survived, was merely a walking corpse, a vessel for bringing letters from his dearest friends back to his homeland.

This odyssey was so long that he forgot who he was.

At this moment, he finally returned to that summer when he was 12 years old. He saw his familiar comrades, his familiar teacher Hector, and their familiar leader Sildenas.

Everyone looks the same as before, just like back then.

He spoke in a hoarse voice: "This time, I will fight alongside you to the very end, no matter who our enemy is..."

This scene seemed to resonate with the weight and solemnity of history, striking the hearts of people in a distant otherworld. The aura of mythology merged together, forming a unified whole.

Xue's Law then approached Hercules and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you for your assistance, Hercules."

"I just wanted to see the scenery of another world." Hercules pretended to be calm, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth were more difficult to suppress than AK's.

To write one's own mythological epic in another world is an irresistible temptation for any Greek.

What the Greeks desired most was fame, to be remembered in history, and to have their own epic. This was their primary pursuit, and their personal matters came second.

"So, who are we going to kill this time?" Hector twirled his gun, walked up to Xue Dinglu, and raised his fist.

Xue Dinglu raised his fist and bumped it with his.

"The situation in this world is very complicated..." Xue Dinglu didn't pay attention to the otherworldly people in the distance. He just quickly and concisely finished explaining the situation in this world.

"That's how it is now. This world has been completely corrupted, and there are demons in human skin everywhere. I definitely can't kill them all by myself, so I've decided to follow Zeus's example..." Xue Dinglu opened his mouth and revealed his true plan.

Everyone held their breath, staring in shock at Xue Dinglu.

“Referring to Zeus’s seven chapters of destruction, I plan to implement the seven-day oath of destruction in this world!” Xue Dinglu slowly uttered this plan.

The world is terminally ill, and everyone in the world seems like a fake. He has no way of distinguishing how many are the real survivors.

Therefore, he summoned the Thunderclap to complete Zeus's ritual, which Zeus replaced with the seven days of creation in the Book of Job with the seven chapters of destruction.

However, Xue's Law does not provide enough time—seven days.

He now has only 83 hours left.

Therefore, he wanted to use Zeus's abridged version of the seven chapters of world destruction, compressing it into a four-day oath of world destruction.

This ritual is called "Pseudo-Century Annihilation".

In the final 11 hours, a true hero will slay this world-destroying demon king.

Use destruction to save the world.

"So, what's our mission?" The heroes were all eager to try.

"We need 12 people to become our new Knights of the Round Table, and the remaining twenty..." Xue Luding looked towards the capital, then towards the entire kingdom, the entire world, "Join the Demon King's army, become a Demon King's officer, conquer! ravage! humiliate this kingdom! And massacre the city! Annihilate all the demons! In the most cruel and bloody way!"

"I promised someone that I would kill all the evil spirits in the world."

"There's no need to worry about accidentally harming ordinary people or being unable to distinguish demons, because we are 'god-slayer' heroes, and the demons are precisely affected by our 'god-slayer' characteristics!"

"There's no need to feel guilty. Any living being can feel fear, apprehension, or make a mistake, but demons can't! They are biological weapons that don't feel pain."

Xue Dinglu looked up at the sky, extended the index finger of his left hand, and the cursed blood punched a hole in the palm of both hands. Blood gathered at the fingertip, and he vaguely sensed the consciousness of this world.

"With this oath, we lay the foundation for our Eden!"

In the sky, a giant right hand appeared, its index finger extended. As if a myth had descended, witnessed by all the Greek heroes, amidst the terror of tens of thousands of magicians and knights, and before the astonished gazes of nearly a million people in this otherworldly capital, the giant hand touched Xue Luding's outstretched finger.

The next moment, from the depths of the universe, a voice resounded throughout the world, audible to everyone, like the tolling of a doomsday bell.

"Day One: War is here!"

Chapter 89 The Demon King has gone mad; he's now a veritable demon-slaying machine.

"Can we kill this evil god directly?" Hercules, who had been observing the customs and culture of the other world, asked.

Xue Dinglu silently took a step back; he simply released the phantom of the evil god.

At this moment, even just a phantom image gave everyone the illusion of facing Typhon's monster directly. The twisted feeling that directly affected the underlying logic of living beings made even Hercules, the hero who had killed the Hydra, break out in a cold sweat.

This evil god is definitely a monster on par with Typhon, something that only someone of Zeus's caliber could defeat.

This is only the early stage of this monster.

"Don't worry, no matter how powerful it is, we have the weapons to kill it." Xue Dinglu looked at the brave uncle.

Even something this powerful was exchanged one for one by the former hero, and now that it's sealed away, it will only become weaker.

"Brave Uncle, do me a favor. I need you to cast a level 4 Life Link spell." Xue Dinglu looked at the uncle in the consciousness space. "A spell that can forcibly share life!"

……

The rain stopped, and Fafnir opened her eyes.

"Teacher... Teacher!" She regained her senses and saw the thick book about another world on the table, and the skinny horse next to her. She clutched her heart tightly, as if she had lost something forever.

"Teacher, are you still there? Teacher!" She stumbled to her feet, the lightness in her body was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she was even unaccustomed to it.

No more disease, no more evil spirits, no more feeling weak and frail, but a completely new and incomparably healthy body.