Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In their desperate situation, the Argonauts drew their bronze swords and swung them forward with unwavering momentum.

"I said, do you need any help, everyone..."

At this critical moment, the dark figure shook off the ink-black mist, and a deep male voice came from inside.

The group abruptly stopped their downward strikes, looking ahead in astonishment. Jason, the first to react, was filled with surprise.

"It's you! You're still alive!"

"This is not the place to talk. If we don't leave now, it will be too late..."

The dark figure slightly turned to the side, revealing a deep cavern that seemed to connect to the earth. It glanced at the gathering monsters and frowned as it gave a warning.

Having escaped a desperate situation, the Argonauts nodded decisively and, along with their companions, filed into the tunnel.

As the shadowy figure responsible for covering the rear raised his hand and waved it, the cave entrance trembled behind him and collapsed, completely blocking the pursuers from entering.

Chapter 298 Please Embrace the Malice of This World (1/4)

Meanwhile, in Athens.

The old and weak, who had retreated to a corner of the valley and city wall, had eyes filled with despair, and within that despair, madness was brewing.

Above them, the sky was a thin, luminous barrier, and the twinkling stars obscured the sun's brilliance. Clearly visible, meteorites fell from the sea of ​​stars, burning fiercely as they crashed into various parts of Greece, bringing powerful explosions and tremors...

Before them, the Acropolis of Athens was scarred and riddled with holes, with three-quarters of its walls and grounds collapsed and lost.

The streets were ravaged; buildings were shrouded in thick smoke; the defenses were torn apart and collapsed...

All sorts of aberrations swarmed around the towering Colossus, sweeping across the land like a swarm of locusts. Any sporadic resistance was quickly thwarted by a few screams, turning them into grains of wheat to be devoured.

Through the thick smoke and flames, looking into the distance, the earth appeared like fragile cardboard, with crisscrossing fissures stretching for hundreds of miles, their inner depths unfathomable...

Mount Etna and other volcanoes erupted violently, hurling volcanic ash into the sky, while dark red lava flowed wildly, melting everything in its path...

The coastal cities of Thessaly, Sparta, Mycenae, and others have been submerged by the floodwaters and turned into the sea…

The mountainous and densely forested regions of Thebes, Arcadia, and Calydon have now become a paradise for mutants…

Forests are burning, oceans are boiling, mountains are crumbling, the sun and moon have lost their light, stars are falling, and the whole world presents a scene of apocalypse!

After the alien bond was activated, the erosion of Greece intensified, and the world began to disintegrate.

At this moment, Athens was the last remaining fortress in Greece that had not yet fallen, the only bastion of humankind.

"Life is something that ends, a pilgrimage of accumulated suffering. Eyes are ancient, hands and feet are fragile. Existence is destined for nothingness. Birth is for destruction. How tragic, how laughable..."

Amidst the huddled lambs shivering in a corner of the city, a slightly nasal, lazy, and playful tone echoed through the crowd.

The sorrow of being weak, the pain of separation from relatives and friends, the helplessness in the face of birth, aging, sickness and death... all these misfortunes and resentments grow in people's hearts.

In this atmosphere of despair and tragedy, the woman with silver hair and a pure white dress walked gracefully out of the crowd, as if strolling through a poppy field, lifting the hem of her skirt. She seemed to be intoxicated by the scent of the air as she walked up to the half-collapsed Parthenon.

"Please have mercy! Speak out your fear!"

That figure, like an elf, a ghost, a goddess, a demon, with a blasphemous gesture, stood barefoot atop the head of the statue of the great god Ophion, looking down upon the swarms of weeds, and spoke thus.

"It's time to drown in this boundless sea of ​​suffering!"

In an instant, the blasphemer's alluring pink lips curved into an evil arc, his scarlet, malicious eyes looked down with disdain, and countless wisps of black mist rose upward from the corpses, the ruins, and the living.

Instantly, a chilling and sinister sense of oppression spread out, like a surging red-black mud flow of magma, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, suspended in the air.

On the embryo-shaped mass of flesh in the center, sinister eyes blinked menacingly, as if sizing up a lamb to be slaughtered. Pale arms emerged from the black mud, waving about. The malice that seeped into the soul and the curse upon life were almost suffocating.

"This is your only salvation!"

The silver-haired, blood-eyed woman of calamity wore a sinister smile on her pretty face. She raised her slender white fingertips high, and a torrent of filthy mud, like molten lava, was about to pour down!

Tens of thousands of Greeks, who had migrated or fled here, huddled in the corners of the city and the valleys, watching the monstrous army surging through the Athenian defenses and the overwhelming black tide, their eyes filled with despair.

This is probably the end of humanity, the end of the world!

hum!

Just then, a majestic and obscure tremor emanated from the chest of a bewitching witch. The golden-black mark, woven from snake-like scales, was deeply embedded in her flesh and soul, bringing excruciating pain.

"Okay, okay, I'll get to work now!"

Pandora's pretty face turned pale, and she slumped weakly onto the statue, biting her lower lip and groaning in frustration.

In an instant, with a flick of the witch's fingertips, a torrent of red and black mud surged down from the sky, passing over the survivors' heads and flooding various areas of Athens.

Immediately, the large number of mutated variants caught in this red and black wave were like being in a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

At the same time, pairs of pale arms emerged from the black mud, climbing upwards and pulling these deformed creatures into the abyss, dissolving them inch by inch.

Boom boom boom!

The colossus unleashed its cannons, hurling light spears that blasted at the black mud beneath its feet and the outstretched arms.

However, the black mud crumbled again and again, and those arms were destroyed time and time again, only to be reborn from them again and again, dragging these struggling giants into hell with even greater ferocity.

hoohoo!

Just before collapsing, the Colossus let out a sharp roar. The sonic waves reverberated, summoning the countless Aberrations and Colossi outside the city, who swarmed towards it.

But at the same time, streams of red and black mud gushed out from the cracks in the ground, swallowing and dissolving the skeletons along the way. The powerful waves eventually converged into lakes and swamps filled with endless resentment and malice, blocking the way for the giant army.

Pandora slightly opened her eyes, her lips curled up, and she murmured softly.

The sorrow of being trampled, the despair of being destroyed, the resentment against fate, the bitterness of the ending—the world has given you pain, so we will repay you with swords. Wake up, so-called heroes! If the light rejects your existence, then darkness will grant you the power to burn once more!

In an instant, the black mud surged and gathered, and shadows covered with red and black patterns, exuding an aura of violence and resentment, coalesced into physical form.

Humans are creatures that can live not only for hope, but also for resentment...

Heroes who died on this land, are you filled with resentment? Are you filled with rage? I give you a chance to struggle. The enemy is right before you. Take your revenge!

The Daughter of Calamity sat languidly on the face of the Ophion statue, swinging her jade-carved feet, and smilingly commanded these shadows and empty shells reborn from the darkness to collide with the vast army of giants that was attacking, forcefully suppressing the sharp edge of these monsters' offensive.

Yes, I can survive again...

The survivors embraced and wept. Many of them, after recovering from the ordeal, even knelt before Pandora to thank the goddess for her protection.

Tsk, boring. Humanity might as well be extinct...

Pandora glanced at the jubilant crowd and couldn't help but yawn listlessly.

But then, the malice-filled daughter of calamity looked into the black mud and saw empty shells, their reason and beauty burned away by resentment and anger, and her mood instantly improved.

Well, if humanity were to become extinct, the world would be even less interesting...

A wicked smile crept across Pandora's pretty face as she rested her chin on her hand and gazed at the increasingly tense battle on the sea.

So struggle! Speak out your fear! Beg for mercy!

Having tasted both hope and despair, and ultimately drowning in this sea of ​​suffering, this is the only salvation for you!

You're right, Father?

Chapter 299 Regret, in short, deep regret (2/4)

Meanwhile, in the interstellar city mountains, beneath the altar street.

Surprisingly, he survived...

Hearing the tremors overhead gradually receding into the distance, Jason, feeling like he had survived a calamity, slumped down beside the bronze wall, panting heavily.

After a moment of respite, the man casually picked up a plaque engraved with Greek characters from the table, ran his fingertips over the dent, and shook his head and murmured with a complicated expression.

【Breaking the Alliance of Gods】, breaking the alliance of gods. It seems that this name was given by Theseus when they came here last time. I just didn’t expect that they would come here again after going around in circles.

Just as Jason was lost in thought, a figure wearing a tattered black cloak entered the room and casually tossed two glass bottles into the captain's arms.

"It's safe here for now. Here, have some energy potion and restorative magic potion."

The voice was hoarse and deep, like a vast and profound ocean, giving people a sense of inexplicable peace.

"Sisyphus, Circe, Medea, how are the men I brought?"

Jason uncorked the bottle, drank the liquid in it in one gulp, then turned to the side, frowning as he asked a question.

"They have already taken their medication and are all next door, but their injuries are quite severe and they need to rest properly."

The shadowy figure spoke softly, then fell silent again.

"Where are the boss and the others?"

"They're pretty much the same. Atalanta has lost too much blood and suffered nerve damage in her limbs, but she's repairing herself. The brother and sister have ruptured spirit cores and depleted ether, so they're still in a coma... In short, they shouldn't fight anyone else for the time being."

"So, I was actually the least injured? The person who shouldn't have survived actually did. I'm really lucky."

Jason smiled bitterly and rubbed his forehead, helplessly mocking himself.

Hercules, Orion, the Peleus brothers, Caenis on the sea of ​​giants...

Meleagerus before the Temple of Neptune, Asclepius, the god of medicine...

Orpheus, Hylas, and others in the Corridor of the Machine Gods...

Almost every one of his fallen comrades was stronger than him, yet he, the weakest of them all, became the safest.

If it weren't for their desperate protection, I probably would have died on the way.

Fortunately, Atalanta, the leader of the guards on Altar Street, and Castor and his sister Castor of Sparta received help from this mysterious man in their time of crisis and ultimately survived.

Including Sisyphus, Circe, Medea, and others who survived the explosion in the Mecha Corridor, there are currently ten survivors in the Argo Expeditionary Force.

"Thank you for saving me and my crew, Your Highness..."

As the feeling of exhaustion and stinging gradually subsided, Jason stretched his limbs, placed the nameplate back on the table, and solemnly thanked the mysterious figure hidden in the shadows beside him.

The figure beside him pulled back his hood, revealing long, flowing golden hair. The handsome man with blue eyes and prominent jawline behind his ears was none other than Triton, the missing son of the sea god.

"I didn't expect this place to still be usable, otherwise, we'd probably all be finished..."

After listening intently to the sounds coming from the array, Jason confirmed that everything was normal. He patted the bronze wall of the God-Breaking Alliance base, which was covered with intricate incantations, with a sigh of relief.

"That's because the situation changed too quickly after you left. I didn't have time to patch up the loopholes in this area before the war started. So, there's still no data about this place in the hangar of the core mastermind Chaos. The [Godbreaker Alliance Base] can be said to be hidden in the ghost zone of the interstellar city mountain range, which is why it was able to successfully avoid being searched by those things."

Triton glanced at Jason, offered a brief explanation, and couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

The secret door he left behind in a moment of impulsiveness to let his sister Rhodes escape unexpectedly became his and his group's lifeline.

Fate can be truly wondrous sometimes.

"Your Highness, when did you hide here? It couldn't have been from the moment the Star Vanguard revived, could it?"

Jason closed his eyes and recalled the resolute figures who stepped forward to block the pursuers. A feeling of resentment welled up in his heart, and his tone grew cold as he couldn't help but speak sarcastically.

"Hmph, if it were really that time, the true form of the machine gods you encountered wouldn't just be Artemis, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Zeus—there would be all twelve of them!"

Triton frowned and snorted coldly, his azure eyes sharp as swords.

"What! You've already destroyed the other eight True Body Machine Gods?!"

Jason suddenly stood up, his face filled with astonishment.

"Not 'you,' but 'all of you'!"

The mermaid prince corrected him earnestly, a hint of sadness appearing in his azure eyes.

"The awakening of the Star Vanguard was not entirely unnoticed by the Ocean Gods, but everything happened too fast. The spatial path also blocked Atlantis's connection with the outside world. They fought with all their might to resist the erosion, but they only managed to buy themselves fifteen minutes."

During this time, all I could do was destroy the terminal Chaos's database, cut off the training between the aberrations in different regions, and incidentally destroy the eight true-body machine gods parked in the Star Sea.

Humanity, don't think you're the only ones resisting. Even in the face of destruction, we will struggle with all our might to fight for a chance of victory for those who come after us!

Upon hearing this, Jason lowered his head sheepishly, suppressing his frivolity and resentment, and silently paid homage to the sea gods and Atlanteans who had died quietly at sea without a magnificent fire.

It was because of their sacrifice that the Argo was able to ascend the Corridor of the Machines and approach the Great Altar.

Otherwise, even if all twelve machine gods were to fight together, they probably wouldn't be able to reach the interstellar city mountain range.

"However, the reason why four Machine Gods were left undealt with is because of you..."

"It's not all Atlantis's fault, what does it have to do with us?"

"Remember how you caused such a ruckus in the Mecha God Corridor last time, destroying three true Mecha Gods: the God of Agriculture, the God of the Moon, and the God of Love?"

"Uh, it seems correct. What's wrong?"

"After the main body Zeus was shut down, they were sent to the Erkedna Armory for repairs, so I couldn't use the terminal Chaos's permissions to deal with the remaining four."