For a time, dazzling streams of Ether exploded above the Sea of Chaos, and thunderous roars rang out one after another.
Amid the spreading smoke and dust, Samael, who had hastily taken the brunt of that attack for Vritra, finally caught his breath. He coughed up a mouthful of clotted blood and cursed inwardly.
The Axe King of Uruk, the Sword Saint of Avalon, the Fist Emperor of Israel, the Spear God of the Celts. As expected, legendary Magi who fought in melee were all a damn nightmare to deal with.
After repeatedly regulating the Ether in his body, the Ancient Serpent finally recovered enough to breathe. His arms were still trembling. He lowered his eyes to the Shield of Medusa held before him and found that this Divine Construct, which had accompanied him for so long, was already warped, twisted, and covered in cracks. He could not help cursing under his breath.
Damn it. Is the Fist of Jacob standard issue for Israelites or something?
That striking power is absurd.
Looks like this Divine Construct will have to be reforged.
Still, trading one item to save the snake-woman behind him was not a loss.
To be honest, he rather admired someone of his own kind who knew exactly where grudges and debts stood.
Besides, the enemy of his enemy was a friend.
Paying a small price in exchange for a temporary truce and alliance with Persia was not a bad deal.
"That bastard is going to slaughter all of us. We can settle our own score later!"
Seeing that the white colossus's right eye had already locked onto the two of them, Vritra looked at Samael with a slightly softened gaze. After the two exchanged a tacit nod, they launched their attacks at the white colossus one after another.
"Fated Arch-Enemy! Piercing Vajra!"
"Mandate of Heaven! Hymn of Divine Grace!"
This monster truly lived up to its place at the pinnacle of the planet. Even under their combined assault, it regenerated while continuing forward on instinct, constantly closing the distance to the Greek World.
But after everyone spared no effort in releasing the True Names of their Noble Phantasms and unleashed their strongest techniques in a combined strike, its movements finally stalled for a brief moment.
The Book of Fate floating in midair flipped with a loud rustle. Samael blasted Michael aside and seized the opening, the divine blood within him surging like a tide.
At the same time, the Ancient Serpent loudly chanted the Words of Fate as the authority of destiny spun madly. He raised a hand and lightly brushed the spine of the blazing demon sword. Then, as his right arm covered in magic patterns swung forward, twelve eerie golden-red pillars of flame rose along the white colossus's path.
"Fire is the point, destiny the line. From them is formed an endless plane. What cannot cross lies in my palm. What cannot flee lies beneath my gaze. Dust to dust, earth to earth. The end of destiny has come. Burn here, perish here. Flames of Fate!"
Flames like the ruin of the world and the annihilation of all things dyed the sky crimson, and that blazing light completely swallowed the white giant.
"At the farthest north, where bitter winter lies in wait, in the name of Skadi, I summon the winds of Niflheim. Grant this world a frost colder and lonelier than death. Let all clamor cease here. Only silence is true beauty. Winter's Icy Breath, Perpetual Blizzard!"
At the same time, the Goddess of Winter swiftly drew twenty-four Runes in midair. Purple-white icicles descended from the sky, and a cold more terrifying than absolute zero froze a hundred li in an instant from beneath Skadi's feet. The ice even spread over the white colossus, sealing it and the burning flames together, forming a beautiful yet deadly spectacle.
Crack!
In the blink of an eye, under the sudden clash of extreme cold and heat, the white colossus's aura rapidly weakened. The rings of light around it shattered one after another, and its hard outer shell broke apart together with the dimmed star patterns, revealing the pulsing Demon Broom Comet inside its abdomen.
The blazing demon sword in Samael's hand slashed and smashed in succession, violently blasting away the four Archangels, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, and Uriel, as they converged in front of the white colossus.
Not enough! Still not enough!
At the same time, the Ancient Serpent sensed the rings of light around the white colossus rapidly repairing themselves, while the life force within its body was swiftly replenished by the surrounding bands of light. He immediately bit the tip of his tongue, forced down Laevatein's almost uncontrollable demonic nature, tore away the parasitic plant roots clinging to his arm, and thrust the sword's edge straight into the sky.
In an instant, a pillar of light scattered the clouds in every direction and blasted apart the surrounding blazing white rings of light. The Great Hollow connecting heaven and earth opened wide, allowing the fierce sunlight from the starry river to pour unobstructed onto the chaotic sea.
"Kuku!"
Bathed in the blazing sunlight, the Ancient Serpent turned his head and roared with a ferocious expression.
At that moment, Quetzalcoatl immediately understood. She reached to her chest, tore off a miniature blue-gold stone pendant carved with Mayan calendar characters, and pressed it to her heart.
In an instant, golden flames like liquid poured into the body of the Mayan Feathered Serpent God. Golden-red markings like magma in fissures appeared across Kukulkan's skin, and terrifying heat spread outward, causing great sheets of steam to rise from the nearby sea.
"God said, let the waters be divided above and below. Those below shall nourish all things and nurture all living beings. Those above shall grant freezing and grant the end!"
Gabriel, the Angel of Water, sensed the dangerous intentions of these foreign gods and chanted the divine words in a cold voice. Interwoven Magecraft arrays appeared above his head, and dense icicles rained down like a violent storm, trying to disrupt Kukulkan's charge.
Not only that, countless angels filled the sky, charging in groups toward the target whose divine might was constantly rising.
Meanwhile, the gods in the sky were all tied down by their own opponents, and after the endless drain of battle, none of them could spare a hand for the moment.
At the same time, a great ship shimmering with light patterns raised its sails and broke through the chaotic sea. Stern shouts rang out one after another from both sides of the hull.
"Phoebus Catastrophe!"
"Poetic Praise of the Twin Gods - Dioscures Tyndaridae!"
"Diffraction, Fire!"
"Feast of Poison! Witch's Banquet!"
"Soar, my golden wings!"
"Gaze of the Goddess! Smile of the Goddess! Kneel before the charm of the Earth Mother!"
With the roars of the heroes of the Argo, the icicles falling from the sky were shattered to pieces.
"Bearing 23, wind speed 3, wind direction southeast, sector coverage 800, Mana loaded, target locked, all gun ports open!"
At the bow, the captain stood against the wind, drew his sword, swung it down, and shouted in a ringing voice.
At once, the sea churned violently. The deep-sea fleet hidden beneath the water surfaced, activated its gun ports, and unleashed a fierce bombardment on the charging angels.
For a time, sheets of fire lit up the sky. Angels fell one after another, intercepted and suppressed by dense, ferocious firepower.
When Samael abruptly looked back, he saw that aboard the ship from those days were not only his old friends, but also new passengers such as Leonidas, Nero, Penthesilea, Hektor, Alexander, and Caesar, all clearly present and taking up their own duties.
Jason's lips curved upward as he met the gaze of that companion who was both teacher and friend, pride written all over his face.
This was the journey of heroes gathered on the same ship, heroes who did not rely on the gods. This was the story of a group known as the "Argonauts."
They were not any fixed individuals, but the continuation of a heroic spirit.
Now, let me continue our legend. A tale told by Jason himself!
The blond youth, steadier and wiser than ever, raised his arm and shouted.
"Comrades, it's our turn to take the stage! Let's show these birdmen what we can do! Glory belongs to the Argonauts!"
In an instant, the Argonauts rode the radiant ship that tore across the sky and advanced toward the battlefield. Behind them, several offspring of Typhon beat their wings and charged forward. Battle nymphs, Valkyries, and Amazonian warriors swept in like a raging tide, meeting the angels that filled the sky and creating an opening for their allies to counterattack.
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