The Greece Antagonist

At the same time, atop War God Mountain.

Wing-broken nymphs, headless deities, one-armed heroes, half-decayed divine monsters, and shattered humans... Layers of corpses piled upon each other, crushed beneath the rubble.

The devastated, collapsing temple fiercely burned, its ferocious flames soaring high. Severed limbs and organs were scattered all around, and the charring stench of flesh was nauseating. This battlefield, brimming with blood and deathly silence, seemed devoid of any signs of life, so horrific it was as if it were Tartarus Hell in the deepest depths of the Netherworld.

Hades, the God of the Underworld, and Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, could not help but be moved by this sight.

What kind of faith and strength could drive these lives to march toward death one after another?

"Is this really worth it?" Hades murmured to himself, unable to restrain the thought.

"Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance of victory, we are willing to give our all for that opportunity!"

Amid this solemn contemplation, Athena pushed aside the boulder atop her and shakily stood up.

Even though her complexion was as pale as paper, and golden red divine blood gushed from her forehead, she still tightly grasped the Spear of Victory and the Aegis Shield in her hands. Holding her body upright, she was like a swan that would never bow its head, lifting her slender neck proudly and responding:

"Athens will either die gloriously or live magnificently!"

"Well done! This king will crush you vermin to death and see how you can be great? How glorious?!"

The Demon Ancestor Typhon, with flesh squirming all over its body, raised its yet-to-be-fully-restored dragon head from the deep pit. Its hollow eye sockets stared dead ahead as it bared its mangled gums and let out a chilling roar.

One calamity after another!

One obstruction after another!

One failure after another!

It had the power to crush these ants, yet it found itself bloodied and dishonored on this insignificant War God Mountain.

In the end, even the gods of the Netherworld had forsaken their heavenly destiny to guard the Tartarus Hell, arriving in Athens to aid in the fight.

If that were the case, then they should all just die!

"Beasts of the gods, mortals' deadliest foes, assemble here, hunt here!"

Typhon roared as it swung its massive dark claw forward, dark red flesh and gold-black divine blood rained down like a downpour, turning into the likes of Sphinxes, Cerberuses, Hydras, Chimeras, and other various Typhon's offspring.

"Roar!"

These divine monsters, born from the Demon Ancestor's flesh and the authority of beasts, surged upon the world like activated killing machines, swarming toward the flickering Sacred Flame on the altar of the Great Temple.

Ssshh! Ssshh! Ssshh! Ssshh!

However, just as the thousands of Typhon's subspecies offspring were about to storm the ruined Great Temple, the sharp sound of piercing the air echoed repeatedly. Glowing with Divine Patterns, spears, arrows, and Cursed Bullets infused with Aether Factors came whistling down like a celestial meteor shower, ceaselessly bombarding the position ahead.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions like muffled thunder sounded one after another, the ground trembled violently, and clouds of dust rose hundreds of meters high.

"The Athenians aren't dead yet, you beasts dare to think of extinguishing our Sacred Flame?"

The newly crowned King Theseus, missing an arm, spat out a mouthful of blood-laced saliva, his twisted features baring a ferocious color. He shouted nearly to the point of a broken voice toward the fiercely burning battlefield and the thousands of Typhon's offspring.

"Form ranks, face the enemy!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Wild shouts merged into a lion-like roar, stones and earth were hurled through the air. The remaining Athenian Divine Blood Guard, some discarding their malformed helmets to draw daggers, some dropping broken Long Spears to pull out their spares, all while raising their deformed or broken Shields. They assembled alongside their King, forming a steady Shield Wall.

"Wooo~~!"

Meanwhile, a delicate-faced girl, her cheeks smeared with the soot of war, flapped her damaged Golden Wings as she circled midair and blew the desolate sound of a horn, inspiring endless courage in the living.

— Nike, the Goddess of Victory.

She was Athena's lesser deity, as well as Athena's will!

One by one, shadows hearing the sound of the horn crawled from under the bricks, stood up from the corpses, emerged from behind the ruins, or rushed from the pits, reassembling on the ruins of the Great Temple.

They were deities, divine monsters, heroes, humans... with bloodlines all their own.

They were kings, nobles, citizens, servants... their statuses diverse.

They came from Sparta, Corinth, Calydon, Arcadia... from all regions far and wide.

But at this moment, they gathered under one banner for a common purpose, given the same name—Athenians!

As long as a breath remained, their battle would not cease.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Typhon's offspring at the forefront shattered one by one, their greenish blood and mangled limbs flying about, their perforated bodies collapsing thunderously to the ground.

But compared to the battered Athenian side, the beast horde maintained a clear advantage in numbers and quality.

Even the most stalwart survivors were doomed to be unable to bridge that gap.

Watching the Beast Tide about to flood into the Great Temple, Athena took a deep breath, pulled the Bronze Crest soaked in Divine Blood from her bosom, and turned to look at Hades and Persephone.

"This is how it's used, isn't it?"

Then, the Goddess of Wisdom slightly lifted her hand, tossing the Bronze Crest into the burning Sacred Flame, merging it with Athens' light of faith.