Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Anti-Genesis!

Mother Goddess…

Just then, the sea surged, revealing the elegant and magnificent dragon's body and the emerald touch of the earth. Samael's thoughts surged like a tide, his heart pounded, and a tear welled up in his eye.

After a thousand years, finally, finally, we meet again...

Chapter 211 XP is a matter of personal freedom, but I still suggest you see a doctor more often (4k)

"Yay! Target reached!"

Above the chaotic sea, female driver Ishtar piloted the celestial vessel Maana out of the vortex of the warp space and landed above the [Hanging Gardens of Vanity] that had emerged from the sea, sending Samael to the empty platform at the top.

Looking at that face with its habitually shifting gaze, observing the battle situation, and appearing thoughtful, a strong sense of familiarity surged forth, transcending a thousand years. Ishtar stepped forward, patted Samael on the shoulder, and teased him with a smile.

"It's been so many years, and you're still the same as ever, full of mischief! But that puts my mind at ease. It's better to lie than to be lied to. That's how you should be."

Is this a compliment or an insult?

Never mind, I can't hear anything nice coming out of you anyway, so I'll just take it as a compliment.

Samael was somewhat amused and exasperated, and couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. He nodded helplessly and watched the refreshed Ishtar head off to the battlefield.

After a brief moment of calming down and slightly reducing the obstruction in the flow of ether within his body, he couldn't wait to return to the battlefield and share the burden with everyone.

"We meet again, little Samael."

However, just as the ancient serpent was about to make a move, his shoulder was immediately pressed down by a pair of lotus-root arms that hooked around from behind.

As the familiar voice rang out, Samael turned his head and saw a soft, green-haired face reflected in his vertical pupils, similar to Enkidu's yet somewhat different.

"Come on, injured person, please stand still and don't move around. Let the teacher help check your body and see if you've grown up."

Shamhat gently touched the lines of muscles and the contours of Samael's face and chest with one hand, his gaze soft and sentimental, a smile on his pretty face, as if he were immersed in the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

And the other hand, following the groin, quietly moved downwards...

Snapped!

Samael grabbed the ailing old driver, his face turning ashen.

"That's enough, teacher, the war is still raging..."

"Tsk, so heartbreaking. When we used to be together, we were always naked and completely open with each other. Now she won't even let me touch her. She's getting less and less willing to be close to me as she gets older."

Shamhat reluctantly withdrew his "measuring size" finger, muttering a sorrowful murmur that seemed to bring him to tears.

Nonsense! In the underworld, you're a ghost and I'm a snake, what's the point of wearing clothes! Don't talk like we're actually having an affair!

Besides, even if you turned into a monster, you still couldn't stop my sexual harassment back then!

Although people have freedom of choice regarding their own desires, I still suggest you see a doctor more often!

Seeing that this unruly old driver seemed to be showing signs of rekindling his old ways, Samael's lips twitched, and he mentally ranted.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the ancient serpent stood on the stands, looking back at the battlefield, his gaze still wandering over the battlefield, his brow gradually furrowing.

"boom!"

Just as Samael's brow furrowed even more and his mind became uneasy, a dull knocking sound suddenly came from his ear. A female hooligan who had silently circled behind him and was still trying to sneak out her claws again was now holding her head and groaning in frustration under the iron fist of justice.

"Enough already! Watch your behavior, Lord Shamhat!"

The priestess, Xiduli, had bulging veins on her delicate fists, and her originally serene face showed an indescribable weariness and distortion, with a deep sigh in her heart.

Why are these two all so troublesome?

"It's not that I saw this kid was so distracted even when he was resting, so I just reached out and gave him a simple reminder."

Shamhat muttered indignation, his face filled with sorrow.

You can reach out as you please, but where are you going to touch?

The high priest's forehead veins throbbed, and after taking several deep breaths, he barely managed to suppress his soaring blood pressure. He turned to the former shepherd king and bowed respectfully.

"However, Your Majesty, Lord Shamhat is right. During your recovery, please set aside your worries and focus on resting and recuperating. Leave the battlefield to us!"

To be honest, he hasn't had a proper rest since he was injured in the Land of Nothingness. Now, after suffering a series of injuries, he really needs to patiently adjust his condition.

Samael closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, his eyes filled with deep worry.

Even with the unexpected arrival of Gaia, the planetary spirit, temporarily halting the White Colossus's offensive, the current situation remains far from optimistic.

Although the spread of the Sea of ​​Nothingness was somewhat halted, aberrant creations such as Leviathan, Behemoth, and the giant bird Syra were decomposed back into basic spiritual particles by the inherent barrier of [Anti-Genesis].

But this barrier could not filter out the angelic army from beyond the lands. The rift in the sky above Greece widened further, and countless radiant figures with fluttering wings swarmed out from the gaps, wielding flaming swords and bringing down judgment, setting fire to the cities.

How can I feel at ease?

Just as Samael was feeling troubled and worried, a pair of fair fingers landed on his shoulder again. Looking back, he saw clear and solemn green eyes.

"Little Samael, don't think you're the only one working hard. You underestimate them. Just watch closely..."

Over the course of a thousand years, they have neither wasted their time nor complained. Instead, they have continuously worked towards a single goal, planning ahead and making thorough preparations.

This is to wait for you to come back, and even more so, to never lose you again...

In a daze, Samael seemed to understand the hidden answer, his chaotic thoughts calmed down a little, and he turned to gaze at the smoke-filled Greek land.

Meanwhile, in Athens.

As the core city-state of Greece and an important rear area for the allied forces, this place naturally became a key location for the large-scale attacks of angels.

Countless radiant individuals almost filled the sky, and the magical beams shooting from the flaming sword peeled away layer by layer the magical barrier that the Acropolis of Athens had accumulated over thousands of years, like peeling an onion.

Before long, the entire city-state was exposed to the angels without any cover amidst the continuous shaking.

Their expressions and gazes, whether filled with fear, determination, or courage, intertwined.

In times of crisis, some bravely defend their city-state, while others flee in terror; some raise their weapons to fight to the death, while others hide in corners to eke out a living; some embrace their loved ones, cherishing their last moments, while others clutch their possessions and seals tightly, cursing the king who started this war, blaming heaven and earth... Such is the nature of human nature.

However, at that moment, a strong rhythm came from Mount Ares, the etheric tides in the sky boiled, and amidst the rising winds and surging clouds, the world suddenly darkened.

"The only things I revere are the eternal starry sky and the morality in my heart; the only things I practice are impartial justice and just judgment—chaos has arrived, and order should be restored here!"

Just then, a goddess dressed in a long white dress, her eyes veiled, and holding a magnificent longsword slowly walked out of the council hall. She turned the golden scales on both sides of the sword hilt with her fingertips and solemnly murmured.

Behind her, High Priestess Helen, Queen Gogo of Sparta, and dozens of Valkyries and Amazon warriors who remained behind were approaching.

"Lord, have mercy on me!"

Sensing the ether converging from all directions, the angels, calling out God's name and wielding flaming swords, swooped down toward the figure before the council chamber.

"Foreign raiders, listen to the voice of the stars! Your good is light, your sin is heavy! Your punishment is lenient, your evil is severe! Now is the time for judgment, to demonstrate the justice of the stars! — The Starry Court!"

Justice is not a gift to be waited for, but something to be fought for. So if we want justice to never be late or absent, it must be measured by the scales of justice and illuminated by the sword of justice!

Themis, the goddess of justice, solemnly drew her longsword, her divine power surging.

Buzz buzz!

The next moment, 88 beams of light shot into the sky from within the various star palaces of the War God Mountain.

Ancient star charts, in the dark canvas of the sky where cracks are being healed, are lit one by one, intersecting and spinning erratically to form a vast and desolate star wheel.

Boom boom boom!

Immediately afterwards, beams of dazzling starlight, like sharp swords piercing the sky, descended in droves, and countless angels, their blood-stained feathers fluttering down.

More than 80 Star Saints, who were granted the power of the stars, and thousands of Saints of different ranks, wearing armor and bathed in the golden, silver and blue light, emerged from the pillar of light to meet those who had slipped through the net of the Star Sword.

Immediately, the light of the 88 constellations spread from Athens to the Greek cities, sealing off the gaping rift in the sky inch by inch, and imprisoning the invading army of angels within the vast celestial court, where they were subjected to a just trial.

Thousands of Saint Seiya warriors?

Above the Hanging Gardens of Vanity, Samael gazed thoughtfully at the star-studded sky.

Beneath the constellations lie stars, and the names and power of those stars are immeasurable!

In addition to the 88 constellations, which are the main ones of the zodiac, the thousands of stars that are subordinate to the constellations can also be forged into star armor, protecting the user as they explore the starry sky and becoming the cornerstone of Athens.

Head east! Set sail!

At present, the trapped angels are struggling to break free from the siege, intending to return to the Lord's glory by sea.

But as soon as they reached the nearshore area, the water boiled violently, and a dark whirlpool swept in.

Ho ho ho ho!

With a thunderous roar, the army of monsters, including the Triceratops, the Babylonian Dragon, Uridium, and Bashium, which were derived from the Eleven Monster Spirit Origin Charts, burst out of the water and moved across the sea as if it were flat land, frantically tearing at the angels in mid-air.

Mesopotamian monster army!

There's a gap to the north!

At this moment, the angels, pierced by the sword of starlight, gathered on the northern shore of the Gulf of Selmay in the Aegean Sea, in an area yet to be covered by starlight.

Buzz buzz!

However, just as they stepped into the vast mountains to the north, the surrounding ether trembled violently, twelve pillars of light shot into the sky from the desolate main peak, and a golden flame burned fiercely.

"I am the thunder that tears the stars apart!"

"I am the mighty ocean, roaring against the tide!"

"I am the death of withered souls!"

"You are the one who cultivates the bounty of the earth!"

"You are the Silver of Rapid Fire!"

"You are the gold that pierces through the stars!"

"You are the lust that disturbs the stars!"

"The power of the God of War, a bloody reign!"

At the same time, a chilling snort came from the mountaintop. Twelve beams of light transformed into a terrifying divine might, merging with the Starry Sky Court and blasting away the densely packed angels.

This is... Mount Olympus!

As beams of light of various colors pierced through heaven and earth, the ancient memories of the Greek city-states were suddenly awakened, and many northern city-states, which had a stronger faith in the old gods, cheered and rejoiced.

Immediately afterwards, the major temples of the Greek city-states hummed and trembled, and a host of guardians of the earth created by the gods, as well as the ancient Titans branded with divine marks, crawled out of the cracks in the earth to defend themselves and engage in battle with the angels hovering in the sky.

In an instant, the roars of giants, the howls of angels, the clash of weapons, and the tearing of flesh rose and fell in waves.

Olympus, Titans!

Could it be that? !

At this moment, Samael was deeply shocked and turned to look at the smiling Shamhat.

"That's right. The conflict between Mount Ares and Olympus is only on the surface. The two sides have already secretly made a pact to fight together against the threat from the stars when disaster strikes."

The high priest, Siduli, nodded and stepped forward, opening her lips to follow.

"Therefore, long before things even began to show any signs of trouble, the Olympian gods, or rather the twelve Roman gods, along with the three goddesses of Ares, had already entered the inner sea of ​​the star and worked together to give birth to the star spirit Gaia."

No wonder not a single deity responded to the Pantheon in Rome!

No wonder the City of Seven Hills is so short of heroic spirits and divine blood warriors!

It turns out that all the power was actually in the inner sea of ​​the star, preparing for the birth of Gaia, the planet's restraining force!

Samael was slightly stunned as he watched the God-King of Wisdom, who was driving a thunderous chariot, summoning the twelve main gods, and breaking through the sky towards the Chaos Sea. Then he chuckled to himself.

I have once again underestimated the gods.

Head south! Squeeze through Thermopylae, break through the blockade, and reach the Chaos Sea!

The vanguard army of angels, suffering repeated setbacks, retreated southward like a tide, pursued by the Saints of Mount Ares, Mesopotamian monsters, and the Titan gods.

But just as the angel legion was gathering here, a seven-colored beam of light, hundreds of kilometers in diameter, descended from the sky, pounding on the heads of these birdmen like a heavy hammer.

boom!

In an instant, tens of thousands of angels turned to ashes. The terrifying shockwave stirred up a cloud of dust, and the multicolored beams of light, refracted, displayed a dazzling array of colors and intense light pollution, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

"Lance, runes, in the name of Odin, grant me power! Tuning complete, synchronization begins—Final Fantasy: Maiden's Descent!"

At the same time, slender and elegant figures flew out from the seven-colored pillars of light, scattered across the sky. The light-shaped spears in their hands, as the girls called out the true names of their Noble Phantasms, rained down like meteors, piercing through and shooting down the scattered angels.

"Go away!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the muscular, blond god-like figure, charioteed by a goat and wearing iron gloves, crackled with lightning as he whirled his wrists.