Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Puff puff puff!

Instantly, the three Leviathan serpents nearby, which had suffered repeated heavy blows, were riddled with holes, and their magical blood was almost completely drained, making it impossible for them to regenerate.

The massive body, convulsing weaker and weaker, emitted a shrill scream, was blown into several pieces, and gradually sank to the surface of the sea.

However, before the people on the Viking warship could relax, the sea erupted in commotion, and several berserkers by the ship's side instinctively looked down to investigate.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

In an instant, several dark figures leaped out from below, their sharp teeth snapping shut in mid-air, causing the group to freeze in fear.

boom!boom!

At the critical moment, the jet-black stone chain sword and the dark red blood axe, which arrived through the air, pierced, sliced, and swept past, knocking away the objects that were about to fall on the faces of several berserkers.

puff!

The blond, muscular man Beowulf walked towards him, pulled the chain sword nailed to the pillar, and stomped the sawfish that tried to jump up and bite him into mincemeat.

"You bunch of guys, get your act together! The battle isn't over yet. If you suffer a major loss because of a moment's carelessness, even if you don't die, I'll snap your necks! So you don't embarrass the Berserkers!"

The dragon slayer sneered and snorted. Eric, the Blood Axe King who came with him, rubbed his thumb against the trembling axe blade and stared with equally fierce eyes. His gaze was as if he were choosing a sacrifice for his demonic weapon.

The group of people, still shaken, jolted awake and hurriedly nodded, becoming extremely cautious. The others on the boat took this as a warning.

Meanwhile, aboard the Argo, Samael looked around at the lines of waves breaking through the water and the dense, converging shadows, his face grim.

If he remembered correctly, Leviathan was a basilisk created under the influence of Tiamat, the Mother of Origin, and its name means "coiled thing." As its name suggests, it was a gigantic serpent capable of coiling around the earth.

Therefore, it not only possesses the qualifications to "rule among aquatic creatures," but also has the power to command sea monsters. The toxicity of its blood can drive nearby marine life into madness and evolution, making them highly aggressive.

It seems that this hurdle will not be easy to overcome.

What disgusted him even more was that Marduk had actually copied the power of the mother goddess Tiamat, and copied these disgusting bastards!

All that's needed from Tiamat is one snake; all the other worms, get out of the way!

Samael's eyes held a strong malice toward these inferior counterfeit goods.

Chapter 156 A Severe Blow to My Teammates (2/3)

As the Panhellenic Alliance fleet advanced, it was met with layers of obstruction from the surfacing Leviathan serpents and the frenzied gathering of large and small sea monsters, causing the fleet's progress to be slow.

The battles between the allied forces at the front, middle and rear were also quite fierce.

The Roman side.

"Flowers scatter across the sky!"

The Rose Emperor, dressed in divine attire, brandished her strangely shaped crimson curved greatsword, sweeping it across the small to medium-sized, berserk sea monsters that leaped from the water at close range.

With the support of the crimson true form of the machine god behind him, Nero's force field unfolded around him, and ethereal petals flew and swirled in all directions, forming a dense barrage that sliced ​​the monsters that swept along the way into sashimi.

Soon, amidst the flying blood and gore, the sea in front of Nero and the nearby decks were piled high with the corpses of the attackers, each one a medal soaked in blood.

"Blood of Ares! Burn!"

Penthesilea and Nero faced each other back to back, their chain maces moving with effortless skill and power. They commanded the Amazon warriors to draw their bows and nock their arrows, clearing away obstacles in the mid-range. The divine arrows fell like meteors, brutally carving a path of flesh and blood through the sea monster-filled waterway.

"Spell: Blazing Sky!"

"Spell: Secret Heaven!"

"Spell: Ice Sky!"

In another group that jumped onto the mast, Tamamo-no-Mae bit her fingertip and used her blood as a medium to write rapidly in mid-air, drawing various talismans.

The divine runes drew in the ether from all directions, causing it to converge and condense into spells of different attributes, such as dark red fireballs, pale blue wind blades, and blue-white ice spikes. These spells rained down like a shower of flowers, striking down the monsters in the airspace above.

Under the suppression of such a powerful mobile artillery turret, neither the giant deep-sea serpent Leviathan that peeked out nor the frenzied gathering of small and medium-sized sea monsters were able to get close to the fleet alive.

"Hehe, see? I really am a genius! Let's sing praises to my talent!"

However, the tyrant below, who hadn't been quiet for long, soon raised his tail triumphantly and made a speech. Itching to sing, he rolled his eyes and took the opportunity to draw his crimson greatsword, manipulate the true form of the machine god weapon, materialize a stage with amplified sound, and opened his mouth to show off his singing voice.

"Cheers are like swords and spears! Fools, listen! Laaa!"

In an instant, the off-key, high-pitched chant, amplified by the power of the true divine body, formed visible sound waves, distorting the air.

Puff puff puff!

One by one, large and small monsters leaped out of the water, frozen in mid-air like a painting on a scroll, before their flesh and blood exploded and shattered into flying chunks.

In an instant, the crime scene was littered with corpses, a truly horrific sight.

Wow, Yu's singing voice is so powerful! This is the power of art!

Just as Nero was gloating with himself, Tamamo-no-Mae, who was concentrating on the entire scene, suddenly had her ears ringing from the intrusive sound. She fell headfirst from mid-air and crashed onto the watchtower.

As a result, a major loophole appeared in the tight network of firepower above.

hiss!

A giant Leviathan serpent, riddled with bloody holes and studded with arrows, with its thick hide and high defense, lunged at the ship, its foul-smelling, blood-red maw looming over Tamamo-no-Mae's head.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss!

At that moment, a small figure wielded a seven-colored arc of light, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. Five rhomboid ice spikes shot out, piercing the eye sockets of the Leviathan serpent and penetrating its skull.

In excruciating pain, the Leviathan serpent, unable to see, thrashed and coiled wildly in all directions, its mouth emitting sharp, angry hiss.

Small and medium-sized sea monsters, having received the signal, burst out of the water and charged upwards in a frenzy.

But then, Tamamo-no-Mae, who had recovered her senses, leaped up from the top of the observation tower. Her canine teeth clenched together, her ten fingers intertwined to form a series of hand seals, her golden eyes looking forward, a hint of coldness rising in the depths of her eyes, and several beams of light from her fox tails suddenly spread open.

"Cursed Layer - Black Heaven Cave!"

In an instant, the cursed power that had been quietly dispersed throughout the surroundings during the attacks resonated and trembled, frantically converging and tearing at the space within its range, causing it to become a pitch-black distortion.

puff……

In the blink of an eye, with a slight sound like blowing out a candle flame, a huge vortex formed in mid-air, swallowing up hundreds of small and medium-sized sea monsters in one fell swoop.

boom!

The Leviathan serpent, now only half its body remaining, sprayed blood as it crashed into the sea and slowly sank.

Snapped!

As the crisis subsided, a hand fell from the sky and slapped the little girl on the head.

"If you're going to fight, then fight! Why are you all howling like ghosts all of a sudden?! It scared the hairs off my head!"

Tamamo-no-Mae, who had just landed, caught Nero trying to escape with a dark expression, grabbed her by the ear, and gave her a furious scolding.

Tch, it's definitely because you don't know how to appreciate it!

The Roman emperor, looking utterly dejected, after being beaten up, warily distanced himself from a certain vixen whose temper had been getting increasingly worse lately, inwardly grumbling and defending himself.

Why be so fierce? Next time, at worst, I'll improve it so that you common folk can also enjoy the charm of art...

Compared to her mutual dislike for Nero, Tamamo-no-Mae was quite fond of the other little girl who had just saved the day.

"By the way, the attack method you used with your sword just now seems quite similar to my spell, Ice Heaven?"

Seeing that there were more scattered sea monsters attacking ahead, Tamamo-no-Mae immediately jumped back to the air superiority point, clearing obstacles for the fleet's advance while curiously asking Attila the question.

"Yes, I just learned it from you."

Little Attila, holding the golden lamb doll in one hand, nodded decisively, her chin slightly raised.

"You learned it on the spot? So fast?"

Looking at the little girl in front of her who was replicating her secret technique with swordsmanship, Tamamo-no-Mae was quite surprised.

"I know that trick she used before too!"

Upon hearing the question, Attila immediately straightened his face and solemnly reiterated.

hum!

At the same time, the silver-haired girl picked up the seven-colored lightsaber at her feet, gathered her magic, and then unleashed a series of shockwaves forward with a dazzling light band that was exactly the same as Nero's [Scattered Sky] attack pattern, piercing through several sea beasts that had regrouped.

Since regressing into a young girl, this Xiongnu king not only became much more lively, but his mind also seemed to have transformed into that of a child.

"Wow, you can imitate these moves pretty much after just one look. That's an amazing talent! From now on, you're my disciple! I'll personally teach you even more useful secret techniques! Just don't learn bad things from that little brat down there."

Tamamo-no-Mae, seeing the opportunity, couldn't resist picking up the petite silver-haired girl, as if she were a cool cushion, and gently rubbed against her with a smile. She also whispered something about Nero in little Attila's ear, using her as a negative example.

Having successfully fooled the seemingly clueless Attila, Tamamo-no-Mae calmed herself down and continued to escort the advancing fleet behind her.

Looking out, a salty sea fog filled the air, and scattered organs and broken limbs floated with the waves.

Meanwhile, aboard the Argo.

Inside the command room, Samael surveyed the entire battlefield through resonance magic. When he saw a certain area where the battle was somewhat deadlocked, his brow furrowed slightly.

On the Greek side, facing these sea monsters and Leviathan serpents, the Argo, with the unparalleled strength of its crew and the deep-sea fleet utilizing Atlantis's advanced technology, was able to break through the encirclement with minimal damage.

However, the Athenian fleet, with its regular forces assembled, was somewhat overwhelmed in this situation.

However, although Mount Ares, which has been cleaned several times, is unreliable, the Academy of Athens has produced many unexpected and outstanding performances, as well as quite a few excellent talents.

Chapter 157 A Boss Is a Boss No Matter Where He Is (3/3)

For example, the oldest, the gaunt old man Pythagoras, who was proficient in geometry and mathematics, possessed an abnormal magical aiming ability. He seemed to act with nonchalant ease, but every magical attack he launched was like a homing missile with eyes, always hitting the enemy precisely at the right moment.

With a casual wave of his hand from the gaunt old man, arcs of burning ether formed, tracing graceful curves as they struck the heads of the high-threat units.

From the moment Samael took in the overall situation, the old man maintained a 100% accuracy rate.

In such a complex battlefield, even the deep-sea fleet's advanced air-to-ground bombing technology is far inferior to that of Pythagoras.

Secondly, Heraclitus, an old man with a book in his hand and dressed in a gray robe, who appears to have a fiery temper, possesses an almost abnormal perception and manipulation of fire elements.

Furthermore, those bursts of flame possess properties such as "inextinguishability," "adhesion," "splashing," and "ignition." Basically, once they hit a target, they can ignite a large area using the ether in the air, making them almost like humanoid napalm bomb dispensers.

Amidst the carnage of sea monsters and Leviathan serpents, the old man grew increasingly energetic, unable to resist praising this damned war.

Yes, that's a compliment.

Even in the highly inclusive Academy of Athens, he remained an outlier. He despised humanity, believed in war, and likened war to "the king of all things."

"War is the king of all things. It makes some people gods, some people men, some people slaves, and some people free."

This was the argument the old man promoted at the College of Athens. Therefore, while teaching at the College of Athens, he was known for his extreme hawkish views and strongly advocated that Athens should implement a strong military policy, sweep across the Peloponnese peninsula, and then severely beat the Persians.

Then there's Plato, the muscular, serious middle-aged man who could kill a bull with a single punch. He was also an expert in carving magic circles and controlling magic. Around this philosophical giant, there were magic circles of all sizes, overlapping each other, like the bricks that built his ideal kingdom.

Plato charged fiercely into the horde of monsters. The colorful ethereal tides around him unleashed a violent explosion, almost turning the area around him into a vacuum. Any sea monsters that occasionally crossed the forbidden zone of that magical ideal world were brutally beaten to death on the spot by him with his fists the size of casserole dishes, using his superb Pankrasin melee combat skills.

Finally, the young, black-haired man in an academic gown, with multiple hexagonal mirrors arranged in a ring behind him, was Archimedes, known for his flexible and unpredictable attack methods.

This ancient Greek philosopher, mathematician, physicist, mechanician, and encyclopedic scientist could use his self-made magical costume, which resembled a prism tower, to alter the trajectory of attacks from various incredible angles, deflecting or converging magical beams, achieving unexpected effects through the principle of mirror reflection.

In an instant, Pythagoras's [Magic Range Measurement], Heraclitus's [Eternal Living Fire], Plato's [Republic], Archimedes's [Prism Tower] and other powerful skills combined to create a formidable firepower output.

Compared to the lackluster War God Mountain God Blood Guards, this place has become a showcase for a group of academic luminaries.

Even Samael, being a god, couldn't help but marvel at and deeply admire these scholars from the Athenian Academy who had developed magic into entirely new fields.

This showed him another path to take, one that relied on human wisdom rather than divine bloodline.

Sure enough, a big shot is a big shot wherever he goes.

As the ancient serpent sighed, it looked at the assembled Athenian warships and couldn't help but let its eyes flicker with malice.

If we blew up the ship now, wouldn't the textbooks for all subjects in junior and senior high school be half the thickness?

Or... cough cough, maybe we should just forget about it...

Samael realized that he actually had a faint urge to try, so he immediately slapped his head a few times to dispel the inhuman thoughts and focused on coordinating the battlefield.

In just a few dozen breaths, the beast tide, after suffering repeated heavy blows, gradually weakened its siege.

With its large and elite fighting force, the Panhellenic coalition carved a bloody route through the sea monsters' encirclement and continued to advance towards Thermopylae.

Boom boom boom!

However, before they could completely escape the encirclement and pursuit of the sea monsters, several crimson fireballs, hundreds of meters in diameter and resembling meteors from outer space, hurtled out of the sea fog in parabolic arcs, capsizing several small, fast boats.

At the same time, warships adorned with flame-patterned flags and teeming with men on their decks emerged from the mist and charged headlong into the elongated Greek fleet.

The Persian fleet is coming from the nearby sea!