Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In the stormy sea, dazzling rays of light burst forth, creating hundreds of radiating chasms that stretched for thousands of miles.

A shadowy figure, amidst the surging aetheric impact, had its golden armor shattered, half of its body disintegrating to reveal stark white bones, and plummeted into the sea like a morning star streaking across the sky.

The white colossus that descended upon the world held the sword of the God of War upright in its hand, the star patterns pulsating and resonating, and the golden-blue star cores on its wrists and abdomen shone brightly.

In an instant, the vibrant colors, drawn together by the God of War's sword, coalesced into one, soaring into the sky. The shattered star rings around them reformed, rotating ominously and obscurely.

A cold tremor emanated from Sefalu's chest, his indifferent eyes surveying the burnt-out world below.

"The world's erosion rate is 99.75%..."

In the Sea of ​​Oceanus, thunderstorms surged, space began to fracture, the waters were filled with aberrations and colossi, and the islands fell.

On the Greek continent, Mount Etna was completely engulfed by lava, Olympus disintegrated, and countless monsters tore apart the will and resentment of the fallen, breaking through the last black fortress and flooding Athens.

"The world's walls are 99.97% hollowed out..."

Above the sky, the tear-shaped celestial body is nearing its final jump point, and the wormhole connecting that sea of ​​stars and Earth is gradually being opened.

No chance...

There's no chance left in this world...

Protected by the ocean, Samael floated on the surface, gazing lifelessly at the impending doomsday star lord, his eyes filled with gloom.

However, the world did not fall silent; more noise and more hysterical shouts came from the land, the sea, and the sky.

Before the site of Mount Ares after the fall of Athens.

One by one, figures who could barely hold their weapons steadily moved forward, supporting each other, silently converging towards the valley entrance. They were women, the elderly, and children!

"No mercy! No prisoners!"

The old Spartan refugees pounded their shields and roared hysterically, imparting their experience in forming phalanxes. Women stood in front, and children fearlessly advanced.

That hateful and resolute gaze was fixed on the black tide on the horizon that had swallowed their son, their husband, and their father.

Indeed, all the soldiers are dead, but the war is not over!

Women can give birth to soldiers! The elderly can teach soldiers! Children can grow up to be soldiers!

The world is not a stage for men.

This is not the hero's home ground.

When women, the elderly, and children spontaneously appear on the battlefield, their bravery and morale become self-evident.

This invisible appeal is more attractive than any treasure or glory; it is more soul-stirring than any impassioned speech!

Gods, heroes, monsters, warriors... they all rushed to the battlefield.

The strong have already given their all.

So let the world hear the voice of the weak!

Stormy sea area.

The goddess of the underworld, transformed into a gigantic skeleton, pointed her spear forward, with red and black light patterns flowing around it. The skeletons of warriors answered the call, coalescing into thousands of Garura spirits to protect Ereshkigal and propel her forward through the waves.

At the same time, hundreds of streaks of light streaked across the sky.

Zeus brandished his scepter, Artemis drew her hunting bow...

Medusa opened her demonic eyes, Athena raised her divine shield, and Themis turned the scales...

Ishtar threw her jewels, and Gilgamesh opened the gates of Babylon...

Gods and heroes alike charged toward Sephalus without exception.

It's impossible for us, so why are we still so persistent?

"Aaaaa!"

Just as the ancient serpent was filled with mixed emotions, a high-pitched hymn came, and a gentle stream of water lifted him up. The immense power of creation instantly healed his wounds, and the goddess of origin, Tiamat, had already spread her wings and moved forward.

Haha, I almost forgot, historically the Greek Age of Gods was destined to be destroyed by the white giant Sephalus. They actually went to such lengths for a war they were destined to lose.

Samael tapped his head, then floated into the air. The cross-shaped spear in his hand blazed with light once more, reflecting extreme madness and arrogance onto his handsome face.

So what if Athens fell? So what if the Argonauts were wiped out? So what if the gods were defeated? So what if the ending was predetermined?

We haven't lost until the very last moment!

Even if I have to die, I want to choose my own way of dying—to fall on the road to victory!

Samael's face contorted with rage as he crossed his arms and swung them down, tearing through space and forcefully breaking through the limits. He gripped his cross-shaped spear tightly, striking first despite being behind, and with enormous wings of light on his back, he pierced forward.

"…0…"

However, just as the spear tip was about to reach Sephalus, the Star Vanguard completed its prelude. The wormhole opened and solidified, and the Tear Star squeezed into it. Its outline, projected onto the Greek sky, gradually became clear, and spiderweb-like cracks divided the sky into shattered mirrors.

"puff!"

At the critical moment, the colorful pillar of light that rose from the stormy sea, guided by Sephalus, and linked the Greek world with the mysterious starry sky, suddenly went out and collapsed.

hum!

At the same time, a golden-blue halo burst forth from Sefalu's chest, the God of War's sword shattered like dust, and a terrifying ethereal tide swept in all directions, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and resonate, and the seven star rings instantly disintegrated.

Moreover, the aftershocks of the shockwaves rushed towards the sky, instantly shattering the inverted Milky Way.

The pillar-shaped vortex of light that linked the Greek world with the mysterious starry sea exploded with a roar the moment it collapsed to its limit. Wilpa's reflection disintegrated and shattered, and the tear-shaped star in the center was flung to an unknown destination by the distorted warp point.

laugh!

In the instant the unexpected happened, Samael gripped his cross spear and swiftly moved forward, piercing straight through Sefalu's chest core, leaving a large, broken hole several meters in diameter.

The damaged area showed no signs of regeneration; instead, the star patterns around Sefalu's body dimmed, and he became sluggish, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

It worked! It really worked!

The gods immediately understood, their eyes brimming with wild joy, and a ferocious expression appeared on their faces.

"Go all out! Destroy her!"

Samael, who was nearby, was the first to react. He raised his cross-shaped spear, which was burning with flames hundreds of feet high, and roared.

Forced sealing, the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons!

Judgment of the Stars, the Sword of Justice!

The mountains are breathtaking, the stars shine brightly!

Embraced by the sacred peak, the saddle of the underworld!

Heaven and earth were in discord, the star of creation appeared!

I am the lightning that tears stars apart!

I am the gold that pierces through the stars!

Anti-Genesis!

……

In an instant, the gods frantically squeezed their own power, unleashing their unparalleled might, and bombarded Sephalu from all directions.

In an instant, the Star Vanguard, whose core had already been destroyed, was overwhelmed and was quickly swallowed up by the surging torrent. The remaining two cores were destroyed without exception, and the inactive, towering body of the giant god disintegrated like a collapsing house, with the debris falling into the Sea of ​​Oceanus, splashing up waves.

boom!

At the same time, with the collapse of Saifalu, bursts of explosions echoed from within the Eye of the Tide, and the deep seawater surged upwards, causing the sea surface to tremble violently.

In the blink of an eye, the devastated continent of Atlantis rose slowly from the sea.

But seemingly due to the loss of some kind of support, the interstellar city mountain plate suspended above collapsed, buildings crumbled, and debris slowly fell toward the Colossus Ocean and the continent of Mu below.

Finally, I can rest for a while...

The blond youth, slumped in the corner, looked out the window at the familiar sea, the familiar sky, and the familiar figure. With a sigh of relief, he leaned against the wall, murmured something, closed his eyes, and fell into the sea along with the collapsing building.

Chapter 304 Desperate Trump Card

hum!

At the critical moment, divine power trembled, and the ring of the nearly disintegrated Kronos Crown building at the top of the interstellar city mountain range was forcibly squeezed and glued together. A figure with wings of light gracefully arrived, and a warm halo of light shone into the great altar, bringing vitality.

"Ahem...you're here...buddy..."

Jason coughed violently, opened his eyes and looked at the gap in the wall, where a figure with its back to the sunlight smiled.

"We won, right?"

"Yes, Sephalus has disintegrated, the arrival of the Star of Tears has come to an abrupt end, and now those mechanical creations are being paralyzed and destroyed one by one. The gods are cleaning up the remaining aberrations..."

Samael found a comfortable position and slumped against the wall next to Jason, muttering his reply.

"The leader, Medea, and Circe are all still alive."

“I know there are a few other partners at the God-Breaking Alliance base. Don’t worry, they’ve already been moved… Also… thank you…”

"Haha, I kept my promise this time! So, do you have any wine?"

Jason looked smug, licking his dry lips as he spoke, and asked slyly.

Samael raised his hand to open a spatial rift, took out a jar of aged wine from the Alima Cave, and handed it to his old friend beside him.

Good wine!

Jason took a deep breath, his face filled with ecstasy, his eyes shining, but he only smelled it and did not rush to drink it.

Samael turned his head and smiled slightly, asking curiously.

"How did you get through this journey? Why don't you tell me your story? I'd like to hear it..."

Jason perked up immediately upon hearing this, raised his elbow and placed it on Samael's shoulder as if they were old friends. He then exaggerated and vividly recounted the Argo's journey after entering the Eye of the Tide.

When it came to the final outcome of ascending the high altar, the blond captain paused, took a deep breath of the wine, and raised his hand to pour the crimson nectar towards the center of the altar, where the trident, which was stuck in the ground and covered in cracks, fell down.

"To be honest, I had already given up on that situation. I never expected that this son of the sea god, with whom we didn't have a deep relationship, would become the trump card for turning the tide."

"He defeated Zeus, the machine god?"

"How is that possible? I got a beating, and my life was in that monster's hands!"

"That……"

"He detonated eight Mech God cores on his body, melting that thing at close range! Even with a severed arm, he could still install a mechanical arm. Thinking about this move, this guy is really something..."

Jason shook his head with emotion, his eyes filled with respect.

It was Triton's selfless attack that created the opportunity for him to shut down the Starship's core.

Without this crucial bargaining chip, even if he staked everything on the God-Breaking Alliance base, he was destined to lose everything.

Warm sunlight streamed into the room through cracks in the wall, bathing the two people in warmth and making them feel drowsy.

Jason opened his eyes and peered through the gap at the wreckage of the ship in front of the Temple of Poseidon in Atlantis, his face filled with regret and sorrow.

"The Argo was the best ship I've ever seen, what a pity..."

"You are also the best captain I have ever met!"

"Alright, stop praising me. The only reason I've achieved this is because I have the best crew! Without you guys, someone like me is nothing... cough cough..."

The blond captain rolled his eyes and gave a snort of annoyance, but before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently, and a smear of purplish-red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Samael's eyes narrowed, and he raised his right hand, but Jason pressed down on his wrist.

"Brother, just seeing you again and exchanging a few more words is enough. Stop it..."

The blond captain had clear eyes, gently shook his head, and his voice faded.

As the angle shifted, the gradually brightening sunlight dispelled the shadows, revealing patches of purplish-black stains beneath Jason.

Those are bloodstains...

As for the cause, the abdomen was ripped open, the wound was already white, and wriggling organs could be vaguely seen inside. The chest was pierced by broken metal, and the blood stuck to it had dried into clumps...

Therefore, he didn't need to drink alcohol; the aroma of the wine was enough to satisfy his craving.

The real fatal flaw was that his spiritual core had already disintegrated and shattered.

Even Samael, the king of gods, could not fix this.

The explosion of eight Mech God cores at close range, along with the destruction of Mech God Zeus, meant that even if he was only slightly affected, he was destined to perish. It was a miracle that he had survived until now.