The Greece Antagonist

Unacceptable! Unforgivable!

"Die! All of you die for this king!"

Kronos lifted his remaining fifty-plus heads, no longer in the mood to enjoy the feast leisurely, he unleashed the power of destruction and calamity to its extreme.

Suddenly, in the Aegean Sea and the Sea of Okeanos, thunderstorms surged, strong winds howled, and space began to crack. The dark, churning waters were filled with ferocious beasts, and all the islands were overwhelmed.

"Chichi chichi!"

Streaks of crimson Ether Light Flow burst forth from the fifty-plus fierce dragon heads, tearing through the skies and plowing the earth.

"Boom~!"

The already battered citadel collapsed in pieces. The defensive line of Athens crumbled, and the exhausted soldiers, along with women and children, young and old, were exposed to the dense Beast Tide.

Deities, delicious!

Heroes, delicious!

Humans, delicious!

Eat them! Eat them!! Eat them!!!

Driven by the great authority of Typhon's beasts, the Magic Beasts, with their sharp teeth and dripping saliva, swarmed through the gaps in the walls toward the fully exposed Acropolis of Athens and War God Mountain, ready to fulfill the will of Demon Ancestor Typhon—to slaughter all life on this land and extinguish the Sacred Flame of mountain-top civilization.

There was no chance left...

We, there was no chance left...

The gods who held authority were already defeated; the heroes with Divine Blood fell from the sky; mages and warriors who had mastered mysterious magic were nearly all dead...

They had done all they could, they had utterly failed!

Behind the remnants of soldiers, the women and children retreated to the valleys and corners of the walls, their eyes brimming with despair.

Above them, stars in the sky tumbled down, pitch black without light, as Demon Ancestor Typhon's fifty-plus heads furiously spewed Ether Light Flow, firing it across the Peloponnesian Peninsula, causing intense explosions and tremors...

Before them, the Acropolis of Athens was riddled with tragic marks, already riddled with holes, and the collapsing coastal walls and citadels had long lost their protective capabilities.

Streets, a sight of complete devastation; buildings, billowing with thick smoke; defenses, torn and collapsed...

Various types of Magic Beasts surrounded the sub-species born from Typhon's flesh, like locusts covering the sky, sweeping over and consuming everything. The few remaining soldiers on the defensive lines soon fell to painful screams, reduced to completely gnawed particles.

And through the thick smoke and firelight, looking far into the distance, the entire Peloponnesian Peninsula under Typhon's ravage appeared like fragile cardboard, with countless, intertwining cracks stretching for miles, their depths unseen...

Mount Etna and other volcanoes erupted violently, casting volcanic ash into the sky, the dark red magma flowing freely, melting all life in its path...

Thessaly, Sparta, Mycenae, and other coastal city-states were already flooded by storm surges, turned into vast oceans...

Thebes, Arcadia, Calydon, and other dense forested areas were swept through by rampaging Magic Beasts...

Forests were burning, oceans were boiling, mountains were collapsing, the sun and moon were lightless, stars fell in succession, and a significant part of Greece displayed an apocalyptic scene under Typhon's torment!

Death and destruction seemed only a matter of time.

In this atmosphere of despair, several stones tumbled.

"Is there anyone still alive?"

A young girl in wild hunting attire lifted the heavy object on her leg, leaning on half of the Wine God's staff, limped to a high spot in the ruins, and looked around in the smoke.

"Here..."

Inside the collapsed Parthenon Temple, another girl in white priestly robes pulled her pierced arm out of a blood-stained wooden stake, picked up the Medusa's Emblem that had fallen to the ground, and reattached it to her chest, slow yet graceful.

People recognized them; they were sisters named Ariadne and Fedra, once princesses of Crete, blessed by Goddess Athena, Medusa, and Dionysus.

After the destruction of their homeland, Minos Kingdom, the sisters followed the divine decree, bringing their remaining people to Athens, establishing the lineage of Pandion, serving Goddess Athena and Dionysus, responsible for the positions of priestess at the Parthenon Temple and the maenad at the Wine God Temple.

Since the outbreak of the war, they had often been seen administering medicine and porridge in the city, spreading Divine Grace to the civilians who had fled to Athens.

The sisters in the ruins exchanged a relieved glance and simultaneously called out.

"Where are the Minosians?"

"Here!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

Voices, old, clear, or childish, rose among the crowd, forming unending waves of sound.

One by one, figures too weak to carry shields or hold weapons steadily staggered forward, gathering proud and tall before the two princesses.

They were not warriors—they were the elderly, women, and children!

"Are there any survivors? Good!"

The two princesses scanned the familiar faces satisfyingly, raised their Divine Staffs toward the oncoming Beast Tide, and shouted loudly.

"Pick up the weapons beside you, raise your shields, form ranks! Face the battle!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Elderly men who had experienced war stood in the front, banging their shields and emitting hysterical roars while transmitting their knowledge of battle formations to those around them. Women positioned at the rear sandwiched the bewildered children between them, stabilizing their minds and bodies.

In this fragile formation, gazes were fixed on the horizon where the Beast Tide that had devoured their sons, their husbands, and their fathers roared with hatred and determination.

The Minosians had already abandoned one homeland and would never forfeit a second homeland without a fight!

When swords broke, their lives became their weapons!

When the defensive line collapsed, their flesh and blood became the walls!

And when women, the elderly, and children spontaneously appeared on the battlefield, there was no need to speak of heroism or morale.

This invisible call to arms was more compelling than any treasure or glory; it was more soul-stirring than any impassioned speech!

"Are there no Spartans left? Come to me!"

"Where are the Corinthians? Let's do something big together!"

"Where are the Thebans? Don't let these guys look down on us!"

"There are no cowards among the Calydonians, let's destroy these beasts!"

One by one, the weak and vulnerable who had either migrated or fled for refuge, gathered into their city-state groups with each roar, casting aside the fragility of life and forging themselves into a steel plate!

Indeed, the warriors had perished, but the war was not over!

Women could bear warriors! The elderly could teach warriors! Children could grow into warriors!

The world was not the stage for deities.

This was not the home field for heroes.

The gods, monsters, heroes, warriors... they rushed to the battlefield wave after wave, perishing one after another.

The strong had given their all.

Now, let this world, on the brink of collapse, listen to the voice of the weak!

Meanwhile, on the Thessaly Battlefield.

Dionysus gazed into the dark expanse above Athens.

The Goddess of Wisdom, weakened to her limits, raised the Aegis Shield to block Typhon's lunging heads, swinging the Spear of Victory faster and faster, desperately holding back the increasingly irascible Demon Ancestor.

Even as the golden blood of divine essence continued to spill from her body, even as the temples of faith completely collapsed, even as the city beneath her crumbled to pieces.

She still chose not to play the card in her hand.

Because as wise as the Goddess of Wisdom, she knew what that would entail.

"You've done enough, Sister Ya..."

Dionysus gazed at the city and figure about to be consumed by darkness, a flash of determination crossed his eyes.

"Since you won't let go, I will make the choice for you."

Immediately afterward, he repelled Kronos once again, slowly raised his right hand, and clenched it into a fist toward Athens.

In that instant, a dark mark on the back of his hand flickered mysteriously.

Meanwhile, in the skies above Athens.

"Bang!"

The Goddess of Wisdom, unable to dodge, was struck by Typhon's Storm Hammer, heavily crashing onto the summit of War God Mountain, and could no longer rise.

The frail, supporting each other, congregated at the open field below the mountain, marching toward the advancing Beast Tide, playing out their final requiem.

"A group of ants that should have perished long ago, this ends now!"

From within the clouds, the enraged Demon Ancestor roared, hanging down his remaining twenty heads, ready to bite at both the barely visible Sacred Flame among the temple ruins and the weak in the valley, intending to completely "purify" this land that had repeatedly defied him.

"Buzz!"

However, a strong tremor came from the ground, and gray-black bands of light emerged from deep within the Earth.

A Bident wrapped with the aura of death and a vibrant golden bough shot out of the ground, blasting Typhon's descending twenty heads into a rain of scattered flesh.

Amidst the blood rain, Hades in a black war robe and Persephone in a plain white garment stood proudly atop War God Mountain.