Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

For glory, majesty, power, authority, and kingdom shall be mine.

From time immemorial to the present, and forevermore!

—Let compassion be directed here!

How beautiful! How magnificent! How loving!

Supreme Light, God of Gods above, have mercy on this!

For a moment, the humans on the ground who looked up at that glorious existence had a fascinated smile on their faces, their eyes gradually becoming dull and longing, as if they had seen the heaven they longed for.

As their minds wavered, they spread their arms and, like marionettes, stiffly stepped out of the valley's divine aura, bathing in the rays of holy light that streamed down through the cracks in the world's walls.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, the bodies of hundreds of pioneers disintegrated and shattered, turning into specks of light and dust that flowed back into the sky and entered the so-called "heavenly kingdom".

At the same time, the raging chaotic currents within the void were gathering momentum outside, like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead.

The entire Greek forest was burned down, and animals, monsters, and sea monsters all melted away under the baptism of holy light.

Immediately afterwards, the seawater boiled, the earth shook, and tectonic plates broke apart.

Subsequently, disasters such as floods, storms, landslides, and etheric tides followed one after another.

The Olympian gods' expressions changed drastically, for their divine power was rapidly declining, and their authority was being stripped away and weakened one after another.

Clearly, this descending monster is taking advantage of their weakness, intending to disintegrate the Greek world and turn it into its own nourishment!

In order to reap the benefits, the Star Vanguard was undoubtedly the tiger that Marduk had brought to contend with Greece.

Regardless of winning or losing, he can use the opportunity to clean up the mess.

Boom boom boom!

In an attempt to save themselves, the gods launched attacks on the light and shadow projected by Marduk.

However, even if it is riddled with holes and disintegrated, the phantom of the King of Kings can quickly reassemble and once again begin to erode the bubble of the Greek world.

The contents of the Holy Grail continued to permeate, causing the heavens to crumble and the stars to fall, the sun and moon to be destroyed, and day and night to become indistinguishable.

The world is collapsing step by step, gradually returning to chaos.

“The sea of ​​imaginary numbers…I saw it…He is in…the sea of ​​imaginary numbers…”

Just then, the Origin Goddess Tiamat's cross-shaped eyes suddenly opened, looking beyond the light and shadow overhead, gazing up at the void, staring intently at that deep darkness, and murmuring in a somber tone.

Marduk's essence lies hidden in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers!

Upon hearing this, the gods were startled by the dark, churning sea. Their eyes sharpened, and in their anger, they rubbed their fists together in anticipation.

Sure enough, that bastard is still the same as ever!

After witnessing Marduk's sneaky behavior once again, Samael smirked.

"We can't win... We're too weak... We're too weak..."

However, the indignant crowd was dampened by the somber judgment of the Goddess of Origin.

As the world crumbled and collapsed, the gods looked at each other in silence amidst the storm and thunder.

That King of Kings has completed the divine unification of Mesopotamia.

If Zeus, Samael, and Tiamat were at their peak, they would naturally have a fighting chance, and might even have had a certain advantage.

But in order to win this battle of the titans that would determine the future of Greece, they had given their all, almost squeezing out the last drop of potential, leaving only an empty shell.

Now, they can't even erase this projection, let alone confront the "Almighty God" who stands at the pinnacle of a divine age.

So even if they find Marduk's true form, what then? They no longer have the strength to contend with this King of Kings.

Damn it, we've spent countless hours and made tremendous sacrifices to get to this point.

Are we just supposed to lie there like lambs, helplessly watching this bastard slaughter us?

Samael was filled with resentment and anger, wishing he could rush to the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers and fight Marduk to the death!

"There is another way..."

Just as the gods were at their wits' end, a sudden voice echoed, and everyone's spirits lifted as they looked expectantly at Athena, whose eyes shone with wisdom.

At that moment, the three goddesses seemed to exchange a knowing smile, and stepped forward together, their gentle gazes fixed on Samael. With reverence, they bowed their heads in a gesture of respect.

That lingering affection and reluctance gave Samael an ominous premonition. His expression changed drastically, and he instinctively rushed forward, shouting to stop him.

"do not want!"

However, it was too late. Athena, Medusa, and Themis held hands, smiled from afar, and closed their eyes. Their divine bodies disintegrated, and the divine power and authority that surged from their bodies flowed like rivers into the sea, converging on Samael and filling his body.

The ancient serpent stared at the three divine cores floating in mid-air, their light dimmed. It bit its lower lip with its steel teeth, its eyes turning bloodshot, and instantly understood the purpose of Athena and the other two.

The Great Sacrifice!

They relinquished their divine bodies, offered up their authority, and allowed divinity to flow back to their gods and their kings!

"Dad, don't cry. We're just temporarily asleep. As long as we win, as long as Greece is still around, we'll reunite sooner or later."

Entrusting all our hope and future to you and Mother Goddess is our choice, and it's our only chance to win!

The golden divine core trembled, and the phantom of Athena emerged from it, winking at Samael and smiling gently. The solemn echo reverberated in Samael's ears as his consciousness faded.

“Our God, our King, we have given you everything we have, offered you all!”

So please, for us, for this world, win victory!

Buzz buzz!

At the same time, a tremor came from mid-air, and the surviving Orphic gods, such as the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, the fierce dragon Colchis, and the nine-headed hydra Hydra, also did not hesitate to separate their divine bodies, transforming their divine power and authority into pure spiritual particles, and offering them to their supreme god!

Almost simultaneously, Ishtar, Ereshkigal, and Gilgamesh exchanged glances and nodded, looking gently at the goddess of origin. They openly dissociated themselves and successively contributed their divine power and authority, placing all their hopes and all their bets on the two figures in the center, embarking on this all-out gamble!

Mother Goddess, once, you chose to exile yourself for the sake of your children.

This time, let us become firewood to light your way and illuminate your path!

Chapter 307 The Destroyed Divine Kingdom (1/3)

"You have a choice: sacrifice yourself to him, bet everything on him. That's truly the only way right now..."

Meanwhile, the God-King of Wisdom, standing amidst the thunder and storm, remained silent for a moment, looked down, and pondered calmly.

The remaining Olympian gods knelt down on one knee, beat their chests with their right hands, and looked up in reverence at their heavenly father who had made the rational judgment.

Artemis, the moon goddess, and Hades, the god of the underworld, smiled with a solemn expression.

Tsk tsk tsk!

As the divine body disintegrated and collapsed, the ether and power it contained formed torrents of spiritual particles that surged into the sky and converged into Zeus's body.

Everything is understood without words!

Our Heavenly Father, who rules over all things, our God-King, who controls all power, led us to victory in the Titans' War, the Typhon's War, the Colossi's War...

Even in this apocalyptic end, we still believe that this glory will continue!

You are our God, our King!

Buzz!

In an instant, two dazzling and obscure divine lights shot into the sky, washing away and dissolving the golden phantom projected from the void, thus slowing down the collapse of the Greek world bubble.

A few long-awaited rays of light pierced through the endless chaos and darkness, casting their light upon the scarred earth.

On the Sea of ​​Oceanus, where the storm had temporarily subsided, the two god-kings remained silent for a moment. Then, without prior arrangement, they raised their hands and sent the hundred or so divine cores that were floating in front of them to a relatively safe, secret corner.

The same choice caused Samael and Zeus to look at each other, their gazes gradually colliding in mid-air and sparking invisible flames.

"You should have done it earlier..."

"Is this necessary?"

The ancient serpent asked indifferently, not taking it seriously. Of course, he understood that Zeus was referring to taking over the power of the Olympian gods from him.

"Even so, I will not accept your favor. Even if I win this battle, Olympus will still spare no effort to suppress you rebellious gods!"

"Don't worry, I won't hold back either! Greece, I'm going to have it!"

Zeus's eyes flashed with a hint of thunder; the ancient serpent sneered, responding sharply.

"How about we make a deal? Regardless of the outcome of the future battle, I will leave behind Mount War God, so that you will willingly kneel and submit to me!"

"Don't worry, I have no interest in Olympus. You, on the other hand, should think about how to pick a good position in Tartarus!"

The two god-kings looked at each other intently, scrutinized each other for a moment, and then their brows relaxed, and their last doubts vanished.

Regardless of the outcome, leaving some room for maneuver for their respective powers was the consensus reached between Samael and Zeus.

If you want to work hard together without reservation, you must first eliminate any worries about the future.

laugh!

At this moment, the previously suppressed erosion has returned, and the great void in the world wall has expanded further.

Amidst the turbulent winds and clouds, Zeus no longer hesitated. He bent his fingers and disintegrated the remaining divine puppets on the sea surface, introducing the slightly mixed ether into Typhon, the king of gods and monsters, so that it would gradually return to its original state.

Zeus then leaped onto Typhon's back, which was covered in black dragon scales, and looked up into the deep void with a somber gaze.

"It seems he can't wait any longer..."

At the same time, Samael reunited with the mother goddess Tiamat, looked up and sneered.

"Who is the hunter and who is the prey, that's hard to say!"

The two god-kings once again shared the same view.

Clearly, the Almighty God seems to be intentionally guiding them to the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers to settle their differences.

Since that's the case, rather than waiting for a slow, painful process, it's better to take a gamble!

"I await your rematch, you better not die here, you traitor!"

As they approached the Great Hollow, Zeus turned to look at his old adversary and spoke calmly.

"Likewise, I have no intention of collecting your corpse, infidel!"

Samael glanced at Zeus, their gaze sharp and mocking.

This answer prompted Zeus to give his old rival a deep look, his expression filled with a strange sense of emotion.

"I'm actually starting to like you a little..."

"I absolutely hate you!"

Samael's expression turned serious, and he coldly retorted.

"Hahahaha!"

Zeus was taken aback at first, then the two god-kings looked at each other and burst into laughter.

They had a similar conversation some time ago, but just one night later, their roles were reversed, and they inadvertently reenacted the scene.

"boom!"

In the instant they broke through the barrier of the world, Zeus raised his thunder scepter, and Samael handed him his cross spear. They clashed, and the two divine powers exploded and surged, rippling out a majestic and awe-inspiring sound in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, tearing apart the boundless chaos.

The ancient snake looked at the cross-shaped spear in its hand, filled with mixed emotions.

Originally, it was just a matter of seizing power and usurping the throne, but unexpectedly, he actually reached some kind of reconciliation with these Greek gods.

His past as a human being and the calamities of Mesopotamia instilled in him preconceived notions, making him not particularly fond of the gods in the true sense.

However, gods and humans do not necessarily have to be completely opposed; there is also a balance and coexistence.

Now, he doesn't hate this feeling.

As for why, even though he had reached some kind of reconciliation with Zeus, he never considered negotiating with Marduk.

Perhaps it's because this God... has absolutely no humanity left...

"Aaaaa!"

At the same time, the Origin Goddess, sensing something, raised her head and uttered a high-pitched hymn, causing the chaotic currents along the way to tremble and dissipate, revealing large areas of dark islands floating in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers.

The dilapidated Sumerian-style buildings, the various broken and floating stone statues, the scattered broken weapons, and the jagged rocks all highlight the desolation and barrenness.

The deeper Samael and Zeus went, the more their expressions darkened at the sights they saw.