Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, one after another, exhausted figures struggled to rise from within the burning World Tree, rushing forward to meet the light of destruction.

"Long spear, rune!"

"Amazong!"

“Stella!”

"Goddess, grant me strength!"

"..."

The Valkyries of Norse mythology, the warriors of the Amazons, the Persian meteor legion, the Greek nymphs, and even the fairies who cherished their lives... all stepped forward and turned to ashes one after another.

Along with the remnants of the army, names etched in memory also vanished: Hilde, Slud, Kurtlind, Brunhilde, Penthesilea, Daphne…

Then, like candles flickering in the wind, the gods helped each other to their feet, stood in their own kingdoms and on their own lands, and shone their last rays of light.

They went without hesitation, without looking back!

If hope truly exists in this world, then the person behind you is the only possibility!

"No!"

Seeing those figures he cared about build a high wall with their flesh and blood, only to become kindling and burn to ashes in the flames, the ancient serpent, sheltered on the shimmering island, roared in heart-wrenching pain. The ether flowing wildly from its body was channeled into the rocky ground, causing Avalon Island to tremble violently.

Samael drew his sword and charged forward, his resolve to die boiling within every drop of his blood and every wisp of his soul.

But quietly, a dormant fruit finally ripened and fell amidst the tremors, and a ghostly blue light, somewhere between illusion and reality, appeared behind the ancient serpent.

The outstretched arms of the light and shadow met Samael's hands, which were tightly gripping the Holy Sword of the Star. The ethereal sound echoed in the ears of the man who was filled with determination to die.

"The true Star Sword is not made of ordinary iron, but embodies the power of the stars and the will of all things. Let me complete the final forging of the sword in your hand!"

Gaia!

When the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the planet's deep blue, it gradually faded, turning into countless stardust fragments that merged with him, and Samael stood frozen in place.

Instantly, the breath of plants, the rhythm of the earth, the shouts of mankind, the songs of heroes, the roars of gods... all the myriad things of the mortal world converged and roared in his mind like the Big Bang.

In an instant, Samael's eyes shone with an inverted starry sky, and he raised his hand to beckon.

hum...

As golden light shimmered, the Book of Destiny emerged from his chest, flipping open to reveal its blank pages.

A pale index finger fell, tracing a series of divine patterns with a mysterious and obscure trajectory.

“e-nu-ma e-lis la na-bu-ú sá-ma-mu…”

At the same time, the creatures of Mesopotamia simultaneously recalled the familiar inscriptions in their minds, and inspired by this, they spontaneously chanted the ancient song that represented the beginning of civilization.

"e-nu-ma e-lis la na-bu-ú sá-ma-mu

The sky is high, yet it has no name.

sap-lis am-ma-tum su-ma la zak-rat

The earth is so low and barren, yet it has not been given a name.

ZU.AB-ma res-tu-ú za-ru-su-un

The first thing that came into existence was the void, which is where it originated.

mu-um-mu ti-amat mu-al-li-da-at gim-ri-sú-un

Mo Mu Che Mo, all arise from generative processes.

A. MES-sú-nu is-te-nis i-hi-qu-ú-sú-un

The Great Immersion is one, perfectly harmonious and unified.

gi-pa-ra la ki-is-su-ru su-sa-a la she-'u-ú

There was no weed or wormwood to build a hut, and no marshland to be seen.

e-nu-ma Dingir.Dingir la su-pu-u ma-na-ma

At that time, all the gods vanished without a trace…

This is the Mesopotamian creation epic, Enuma Elish!

As the ancient songs resonated in harmony, fragments of gold rained down from the shattered sky, and the Mesopotamian Age of Gods, the World Tree on the verge of collapse, was re-solidified.

As the song grew louder, golden ripples spread across the void sea. Under the sweeping light, the scattered golden spiritual particles gradually coalesced, and one after another, dragon beasts, like light and shadow, carrying their respective vanished masters, condensed anew.

"Immortal! Immortal! Immortal!"

One after another, the intertwined light and shadow burst forth with a desperate cry, shattering the sword of light piercing the sky.

Even though the body is dead, the soul will not perish!

Immediately afterwards, the golden pages of the Book of Destiny turned with a rustling sound, and those fair fingertips began to write a new chapter.

Meanwhile, on the wrecked sun ship of darkness, the surviving Egyptians, gazing at their vanished homeland, stubbornly spoke, carving their mark upon the world.

"Praise be to you, Ra, astounding ascent to you!"

You rise, you shine, and you make the heavens roll aside.

You are the king of the gods, the lord of all things!

We come from you, and are made holy through you.

The hymns of the Necronomicon brought a warm light to this gray and desolate desert.

That is the new sun!

Meanwhile, the second divine age, Egypt, was also consolidated.

Then, the Ganges River surged and boiled, and on the unrecognizable earth, the surviving lives played the sacred hymns of the Vedas praising all the gods.

“I saw the Lord of Man, and his seven sons,”

Kind and elderly, he urged the offering of sacrifices;

All three realms of existence in the universe reside within it!

......"

Behind Rama, Karna, and Arjuna, the majestic light of Vishnu, Brahma, and Shiva shines.

As the light reached, the cracks in the earth healed, and decay was replaced by new greenery.

The Third Age of Gods: India, a time of renewed vitality.

Meanwhile, the Greeks and Romans, bound by common ties, sang hymns originating from Orphic esotericism, calling out names that were similar and related.

“All beings, learn the solemn rituals and the most powerful prayers.”

I call upon the Father of Necessity [Chronos], and the Mother of Chaos and Order [Eurynome]...

I call upon Themis, the goddess of justice; Athena, the goddess of wisdom; and Medusa, the goddess of vengeance.

Mount Ares, the highest peak, is the temple of the stars!

I call upon the god of chaos, [Chaos]...

I call upon the king [Zeus], ​​the earth [Gaia], the radiant sun god [Helios], the silvery and holy moon goddess [Selene], the star-studded [Asterion], and the night [Nyx].

And there's Poseidon, with his black hair supporting the earth; Persephone, the white-armed queen of the underworld; Demeter, bearing abundant fruit; Artemis, the archer virgin; and your radiant Phoebus.

The endless calls of worship guard the sacred plains of Delphi, igniting the glory of Olympus…

On the Sea of ​​Oceanus, the churning waves gradually subsided, and the land was revealed.

The seven hills of Rome shone brightly, and the Olympian fire was rekindled.

The fourth divine age, Greece; the fifth divine age, Rome—anchor!

“ashem vohu…yata ahu…”

At this moment, Persians, Arabs, and Jews gathered together, calling for the light of this world.

The sixth branch, Persia, is stable!

"I was born from the womb of a giant."

I was also raised by giants.

I remember there were nine worlds back then.

Nine female giants each occupied a different area.

There is also an ancient ash tree.

His name is Igdrasil.

Enormous and unparalleled, supporting the sky and the earth.

The world is divided into three realms: Heaven, Earth, and the Lower Realm.

Its gnarled roots extend deep into the earth.

When our ancestor, the giant Ymir, was alive...

Before heaven and earth began, everything was still unestablished.

There is neither sand nor sea.

There were no cool, shady waves either…

The berserkers and druids of the Norse, pounding their chests, sang the epic poem "Edda," which represents the origin of the land beneath their feet, narrating in a rough and desolate tone the world's destiny of sacrifice with blood and destruction with fire.

The Seventh Age of Gods, Northern Europe, solidified!

"Oh sun, life as fiery as the sun."

Winged serpent, king of conquerors

The past is decayed; the future is yours to command!

The Maya, filled with anticipation, sang praises and called upon their future king. The forest, which had been burned to ashes, was revitalized, and the king was given a new life.

The Eighth Age of Gods, the Maya, Reconstruction!

"The universe was in a state of chaos, like a chicken egg. Pangu was born within it."

Eighteen thousand years ago. Heaven and earth were created. The pure Yang became heaven.

The turbid yin energy formed the earth. Pangu was within it.

It changes nine times a day. A god in the heavens.

The sage was on earth. The sky rose one zhang higher each day. The earth thickened one zhang each day. Pangu grew one zhang taller each day.

Thus, eighteen thousand years have passed. The heavens are extremely high. The earth is extremely deep. Pangu is extremely long.

Therefore, the distance between heaven and earth is ninety thousand li. Afterwards, there were the Three Sovereigns…

The Chinese people, the descendants of Yan and Huang, with reverence for Heaven and their ancestors, trace back their glorious past. Their shattered land was united by the hearts of the people.

The Ninth Generation of Gods, China, Returns!

At the end of the song, an inky shadow spread from beneath the roots, the cries of the spirits of the Shadow Kingdom pierced through the seven city walls, and fairies danced on the lake, celebrating the world's rebirth.

The Tenth Generation of Gods, Celtic/Irish, lays the foundation!

The book of fate, marked with countless traces, has almost reached its last page.

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Amidst the rising and falling chants, the shattered World Tree gradually radiated a dazzling light, like a golden stream of light from countless stars in the sky, converging on the island of Avalon between its roots like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea.

Its divine power grows stronger with each accumulation.

At the same time, for some unknown reason, an unprecedented sense of crisis filled the heart of the white giant. Every cell, every spiritual particle, seemed to be filled with an indescribable tremor.

"Don't think about it!"

Marduk dared not sit idly by and roared with his head raised. His star rings shone brightly, like a fist of a falling sun, stirring up towering waves on the sea of ​​nothingness.

“Laaaa!”

However, at that moment, an arm interwoven with gold and blue star patterns forcefully cut off that unparalleled fist horizontally.

Impossible! Impossible! This thing has clearly lost its star core, so how can it still move!