Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Regardless, this catastrophe was ultimately caused by Jingu, and countless Sumerians died directly or indirectly because of her. This sin is as deep as the sea; how can it be washed away?

Therefore, Gilgamesh could neither release him in full view of everyone nor bring Jingu into Uruk, which would cause an uproar among the crowd and weaken their cohesion.

Therefore, all the Hero King can do for now is to use the pretext of stopping the Black Tide to send everyone away before making any further plans.

"Okay, take care!"

In a flash, Samael understood the crux of the matter, nodded solemnly, and led the assault team to the South Gate to intercept the Black Tide invasion.

Watching everyone leave, Gilgamesh slowly released his left hand from his abdomen, where a deep, cone-shaped wound, revealing bone, continued to ooze streaks of crimson blood.

Even a mighty hero like King Hero couldn't avoid being injured after facing two formidable enemies, Jingu and Apsu.

The moment Gilgamesh showed a hint of relaxation, a Rahm with extended wing membranes grinned and swung its claws toward the target hanging overhead.

"puff!"

A dull thud of a blade piercing flesh rang out, and a dim, almost ethereal chain entered Rahm's mouth, piercing through his skull.

Then, the outstretched, fair arm suddenly swung, slicing Rahm in two.

"I've repaid the life I owed you!"

As the Heavenly Lock faded into nothingness, Jin Gu scoffed disdainfully, the bloodstain on his chest widening once more, his face as pale as paper.

Gilgamesh remained calm, nodded slightly, and casually took out a fist-sized, irregularly shaped, purplish-red cube from the golden vortex leading to the treasure vault.

"Although it can't compare to a magic furnace of the Holy Grail level, it can barely support your activities. Here you go."

Jin Gu stared at the high-purity magic crystal in his hand, his trembling fingers turning slightly white, his lips pressed tightly together, his expression one of humiliation.

"I don't need your kindness!"

Mana crystals, also known as the "food of life" that grows on the ground, are high-purity magic cubes second only to the Holy Grail.

This was like a godsend for a deactivated divine weapon like him, but the green-haired beauty was very resistant to it.

"Idiot! Is this the time to argue about this?"

"If you don't want to die, you have to fight for your life!"

With a roar, Gilgamesh raised his hand and pressed down, causing a dense golden vortex to condense behind him, brutally dismembering the dozens of Rahms that had surrounded him.

But this ordeal further aggravated the tearing of the Hero King's wound.

"I am Jingu, son of the creator god, who guided the three storms to destroy Mesopotamia!"

"No matter what you do, I won't thank you!"

Jin Gu gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, but then pressed the Mana Crystal into his chest. The reactivated Heavenly Lock shot out, forming a dense, impenetrable net.

On the battlefield filled with black tides and Rahm, the two of them, one on the offensive and the other on the defensive, displayed an unspoken understanding, as if honed through countless trials, with not a single superfluous movement.

"Hmph! Let's talk about that after we survive!"

Gilgamesh looked up at the cloud-covered sky, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He's starting to like rainy days now.

Chapter 126 It's too difficult, too difficult (3/4)

Meanwhile, in Uruk during a storm.

"Get down here, you bastard!"

With a roar, Leonidas took a running start and rushed to the edge of the city wall. As his muscles bulged, he squeezed out all the divine power within him and hurled his spear with all his might.

In an instant, hundreds of dense, tearing wounds appeared on the Spartan king's arms, chest, abdomen, and thighs, with almost dark blood gushing out like sharp arrows.

At the same time, the spear, bearing a trace of Zeus's divine power and Heracles's innate strength, was enveloped in golden lightning, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, its tip swift and fiery.

"puff!"

"Ow!"

Amidst a piercing scream, the blue dragon Bashium, who was directly commanding the magical beasts, had its hard, reverse scales covering its chest shatter, and its heart was instantly pierced through.

As the spear, unable to withstand the pressure, crumbled inch by inch, the dragon, its heart ripped open, gushed forth bluish-black venomous blood.

Its towering, mountain-like body crashed heavily to the ground, finally plunging into the wasteland and splashing mud and water dozens of meters high.

After several struggles, Bashium was no longer able to get up, and his snake eyes gradually lost their last glimmer of light.

"Ho! Ho ho!"

"Sparta! Sparta!"

The Uruk soldiers on the city walls brandished their tattered, chipped weapons and roared with exhilaration.

The priests and witches on both sides immediately carried the Spartan king, who had fallen backward, to a quiet corner to treat him.

"The Warcraft commander is dead. Have those weaklings retreated?"

However, this Spartan warrior, with an iron will, insisted on staying at the front to receive treatment, while also inquiring about the battle situation.

"Refund! Refund!"

"The Astrological Observatory also sensed that the Blood Temple's reaction had disappeared!"

"Lord Leonidas, we have won!"

The soldiers running down from the watchtower pointed at the monsters scattering across the wasteland, their excitement palpable.

"Send two thousand men to support the South Gate!"

Seeing that the situation at the north gate had eased, Leonidas was just about to redeploy troops to relieve the pressure at the south gate.

However, upon noticing the monsters scattering to both sides, the Spartan king's keen battlefield instincts immediately alerted him to something amiss.

"No! If the monsters are retreating, they should be heading towards the cedar forest at their base!"

"They...are running away!"

The only thing these ferocious monsters would avoid is a terrifying presence that triggers their survival instincts.

Upon realizing this, Leonidas's pupils contracted sharply, and he forced himself to stand tall despite his severe injuries, raising his arms and roaring.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Everyone on alert!"

The moment he roared, plumes of red and black smoke, scorching from the earth, rose into the air.

Like a raging tide of red and black, it swept across the ruins of Babylon, engulfed Nippur, and reached the Northern Highlands in just a few tens of minutes.

Those magical beasts that were a step too slow and remained on the wasteland were instantly swallowed up by the red and black waves.

This tar-like substance covered the beasts' fur, seeped into their flesh and blood, and poured into their mouths and noses, dragging these organic lives one by one into the abyss.

As the bodies of those monsters writhed and deformed, their shells, completely covered by red and black mud, were transformed into the bizarrely shaped Rahm.

They let out eerie cackling laughter, rising one by one from the waves and then taking flight like a swarm of black locusts.

"Woo!"

The people on the wall shuddered and turned pale.

At the same time, a mournful horn sounded throughout Uruk, and Leonidas, having received the signal, suddenly stood up and let out a deafening roar.

"The magician has activated the secret ritual! First Guard unit, advance!"

"Nabistin's Fang, pull anchor!"

With a loud shout, the magicians crushed the magic crystals they were holding in their hands.

Amidst the strained and obscure chanting, a massive magic circle, stretching for hundreds of miles and enveloping the entire northern wall, capable of severing the wasteland and the defensive line, immediately lit up.

The elite troops that Leonidas deployed last did not hesitate to drop their spears, put on lighter swords and shields, rush to the edge of the city wall, and leap down.

The swooping wind dragons caught their riders and charged toward the open ground outside the Babylonian defenses, which was about to be submerged.

As the fearless soldiers dispersed, they precisely inserted the magic crystals, inscribed with intricate spells, into various areas of the magic circle.

Instantly, the earth trembled violently, and tens of thousands of giant pillars, resembling wild boar tusks, burst forth from the ground, rising to hundreds of meters in an instant.

"boom!"

The crimson-black waves, like magma, crashed in fiercely, but the jagged, fangs that grew out of the earth somehow managed to stop the spread of the black tide.

After neutralizing the kinetic energy of the mudflows, the Fang of Nabistin held them firmly to the outside.

"Roar!"

However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a loud bang came from the direction of Mount Aibif, and the ground trembled so badly that the defenders almost lost their footing.

A denser black tide surged down from the broken mountain peaks.

Even more deadly, one after another, strangely shaped Rahms rose up, laughing wickedly as they gathered in the sky above the wasteland, passing over the Fang of Nabistine and charging toward Uruk.

We're caught in a pincer attack; it's over!

Some people, already on the verge of a nervous breakdown, collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen.

"stand up!"

"Even if they die, Spartan men should make their enemies kneel while they stand tall!"

Leonidas, covered in blood, slammed his shield down, like a flag fluttering in the wind, dispelling the despair in the hearts of the collapsing soldiers with intense pride and honor.

"Roar!"

The soldiers roared hysterically, squeezing all their fear and hesitation out of their chests through these sounds, making their blood boil for this moment.

The Uruk warriors, exhausted and on their last legs, fearlessly huddled together in formation and fought fiercely against the swooping Rahm, completely disregarding the precarious South Gate that served as their rear.

Just as the boundless darkness was about to completely engulf Uruk, a woman's loud shout resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Its fiery form, like a phoenix burning fiercely, resembled a blazing star plummeting from the sky, crashing powerfully into the surging red and black waves on the ground.

"The blazing flames also burn up the gods!"

In an instant, the blazing sunlight swept away all the filth, and the red and black blood tide evaporated and dissipated, turning into wisps of blue smoke.

On the contrary, when humans bask in such sunlight, it's like soaking in a hot spring; their whole body radiates warmth, skin wounds heal rapidly, and magic slowly recovers.

As expected of the pinnacle of benevolent gods!

Leonidas looked at his wounds, which had almost completely healed, and couldn't help but glance back at Nanmen, filled with admiration.

But at this moment, with no time to spare, the Spartan king returned to the battlefield to organize an interception of the Lahem army.

At this moment, although Kukulkan's all-out attack purified a large area of ​​land, the ghosts and Rahm who had bypassed the area covered by the flames gathered again.

The entire southern region is now indefensible.

Chapter 127 Giving a Brother a Helping Hand (4/4)

At this critical moment, the earth rose up, and tens of thousands of thorns burst forth, precisely piercing the core of the corrupted ghost's soul and knocking down two-thirds of Rahm.

It was that god of the underworld who made the move; it seems the underworld hasn't completely fallen yet!

Seeing this, Kukulkan, who was being helped by the soldiers guarding the city, breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes sparkling with hope.

At the same time, the North Wall also ushered in a turning point where the clouds parted and the sun shone through.

A white-haired succubus riding atop a Quetzalcoatl was thrown from the sky with a whistle.

Merlin frantically adjusted his posture to avoid a face-first fall, while simultaneously using High Speed ​​Divine Words to fluently chant Celtic incantations.

In an instant, the staff that pointed at the black tide spread out in circles of pink and white ripples, and dream flowers that grew intertwined covered the earth and spread towards the cedar forest, the source of all evil.

boom!

The great sage, who had landed safely, patted his chest with a sigh of relief and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Thank goodness... thank goodness...

Then, the old swindler looked up at Samael, who had jumped onto his Quetzalcoatl, and his lips twitched slightly.

Just do your work, is it really necessary?

Just as Merlin was inwardly grumbling, a series of low roars came from all around. The moment he looked down and around, he was shocked to see that the magical beasts that had just survived the black tide were gathering again.

I'm a magician! Don't you guys have any common sense? Who's going to protect me?!