Human accounts are forced to reach max level

It was specially conceived by Gilgamesh who foresaw future disasters in advance, and was built with a huge amount of manpower and material resources.

It can be called the oldest water conservancy project in mankind.

And the next moment this absolute barrier took shape, the tsunami, like a blazing black flame, suddenly hit.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!"

The earth was shaking, and dense fragments fell from the bone wall. The ominous sound like waves hitting the rocks continued to echo, and the black mud that could assimilate and corrode all organic matter climbed up the wall.

It seems that it doesn’t take much time to take steps to engulf the continent again, but——

It was blocked after all.

Listening to the cheers from the soldiers, Leonidas, who was frowning, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the quality of the fortress that Wang conceived is very guaranteed...but it is not a long-term solution after all."

He lowered his head and pondered, intending to turn around and go to the clone of someone who maintained the space door, ask him to help inform King Gilgamesh of the situation here, and then bring back the next order.

But at this moment, anxious roars came from the soldiers under his command.

"General Leonidas! Watch out for the sky!!!"

Sky?

Leonidas paused for a moment, unable to realize what the other party meant. However, the strong sense of crisis and energy fluctuations that followed caused his body to instinctively raise the buckler in his hand. towards the sky.

boom! ! ! !

A pillar of pitch-black light that penetrated the sky and the earth directly caused the blood-stained ground to suddenly collapse and sink in large areas.

The circular shock wave it spread out even slightly shook the fortress walls and the Bone Barrier. The soldiers stationed at the top of the city were caught off guard and were thrown away, almost falling off the wall.

Dust like smoke pillars rose from the circular crater.

"Hit the target, take out one."

High above the junction of the ruins plain and the sea of ​​black mud, a man wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and a slicked back hair, resembling the godfather of the underworld, retracted his outstretched fingers and stood in the void as if on the ground. .

Twelve jet-black wings spread out naturally behind him and flapped slightly. Each feather on them contained an extremely terrifying amount of magic power.

He yawned lazily, his magnetic voice revealing some impatience.

"Purge all mankind? Alas, why did the Lord God issue such a troublesome task to me? Is there any point in it?"

Looking into the distance of the horizon with his red-gold eyes, he sensed two places with extremely strong energy fluctuations. There must be very good opponents there.

"Well, let's see, there's a giant dragon and a little girl with green curly hair... They're quite strong."

A mysterious miniature magic circle appeared on the retina, providing a picture hundreds of miles away.

The man raised his eyebrows with interest, and then suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some "ants" that needed to be cleaned on the city wall below.

"You are a bunch of disappointing things. Being killed by me is simply the honor of your life... Huh?"

He let out a slight sigh of surprise, flashing an extremely dangerous black light. His index finger, which was originally aimed at the city wall, immediately subconsciously pointed at the huge circular pit below that he had just made.

Then, in the dust that filled the sky, a soul-shaking voice came out.

That was the battle cry of the King of Sparta, and the sound of the fighting and iron horses like burning flames——

"Thermopyae Enomotia!"

Chapter 322: Tell me, what kind of god are you 4K2

"come----!!"

The King of Sparta's angry war cry dispersed the smoke and dust that obscured his vision.

Blood dripped to the ground. At the bottom of the huge circular pit, Leonidas, who had just endured the torrent of energy that was like a punishment from heaven, released the Noble Phantasm without hesitation in the face of the very unlucky man in the sky.

A huge magical aura spread from his body, causing all the surrounding scenes to suddenly change as if they were covered by a small world within the world.

Armed forces, gunpowder smoke and raging war flames burned on the cracked earth.

Three hundred burly figures with shawls and armor, holding spears and shields, quietly appeared behind Leonidas. They were the strongest warriors who had fought alongside him in the Battle of Thermopylae.

Now, through the Noble Phantasm, in another form of looking back at history, it is summoned to appear in reality again like an inherent barrier——

300 Spartans.

"Throw a spear!"

The King of Sparta roared angrily, raised his arms, and let the chilling atmosphere spread throughout the field. At the same time, the three hundred soldiers behind him who were the strongest soldiers in history were all uniformed and without hesitation. He threw the war spear in his hand towards the sky.

Under the boundless night, three hundred light blue spears penetrated the air like super-large siege crossbows, carrying the power enough to instantly penetrate any magical beast. Like a torrent flowing upstream, they were completely locked. There were twelve jet black wings on the back, like a figure of a god and a demon.

"remarkably brave."

The man adjusted his sunglasses and pointed down casually.

Then the atmosphere surged on its own, forming an invisible air barrier in an instant, blocking all the spears that could not be said to be energy weapons or projections.

"But what's the use of the bravery of a mere common man?"

He raised his hand, causing the dark sky to surge and roar in an instant, and the ionization in the atmosphere was controlled at will by an invisible force of power.

Thunder is coming.

"After all, for you filthy, stupid mortals..."

The corners of the man's mouth slightly raised in the sky, and he looked down at the warriors standing on the ground below with contempt from the bottom of his heart. His raised right hand attracted thunder from the sky, flashing with dazzling arcs of electricity, and then he swung down violently.

"I am God!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble! ! !

Deafening thunder resounded throughout the world, and what reached the ground faster than the thunder was the terrifying thunder pillar that could destroy everything.

"defense!"

Leonidas's hoarse roar was mixed with the thunder.

His whole body was covered with flames that seemed like his soul was burning, and he was surrounded by the three hundred Spartan warriors who reappeared the names of the past history. With his sharp shout, the figure simultaneously turned into blue particles and dissipated, only The three hundred invisible light shields that were left behind were arrayed in front of him, turning into a truly majestic holy wall, and then...

Bath in the Hell of Thunder.

“Rumble, rumble—!!!!!”

The brilliance bursting to the extreme emerged from the held-up flame shield, burning like a roaring soul, and suddenly collided with the terrifying thunder pillar coming from the sky like a punishment from the sky without flinching.

The semicircular impact ripples spread, and the air was filled with explosions and roars. The majestic golden helmet turned into pieces and dispersed, revealing the resolute face and the red warrior pupils.

The power of thunder was enough to blow up the mountain in an instant and the fortress collapsed, causing the earth to continue to sink. It even affected the walls of Babylonia and the bone barrier blocking the sea of ​​life. It was like a shocking scene of destruction, but - —

Leonidas blocked it.

"Oh? These broken shields are pretty tough."

Controlling the ionization of the atmosphere without any pressure and maintaining the continuous arrival of the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Prison, the man in a black suit slightly flapped the six pairs of jet-black wings behind his back and casually sat on the throne made of clouds and mist.

He looked at the light shields that formed the holy wall with some surprise. These flaming shields were irresistibly broken under the bombardment of thunder, but they did block his attack.

It can probably be blocked for about a minute.

"Mortal, you are qualified to let me know your name." The man dragged his chin with one hand, and his voice containing divine power could clearly reach the other party's ears even under the interference of deafening thunder.

"...My ancestor is the great hero Hercules, the son of the great god Zeus, and my hometown is the kingdom that was blessed by the god of war Ares."

Leonidas, who stood under the holy wall with a spear, spoke his name in a deep voice in response.

"I am Leonidas, the king of Sparta in ancient Greece!"

The loud sound was accompanied by the sound of the light shield constantly breaking. The three hundred flame shields that originally formed the holy wall were now only reduced to half under the erosion of the violent thunder.

When the man heard this name, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and the interest in his eyes became slightly more intense.

"The king of ancient Greece? What a coincidence."

Sitting high on the throne, he put down the hand holding his chin and crossed his legs casually with his hands clasped together.

"Although the world is different, I once killed your gods and seized power. It was really a hard battle."

The man chuckled twice, his plain tone always full of arrogance and contempt from the bottom of his heart.

"My mortal king, since you have already announced your name, out of politeness as a gentleman, I can introduce myself a little bit."

As his voice echoed, the thunder in the sky under the dim night became more and more violent. The power from the planet's atmosphere caused the indestructible holy wall standing on the earth to collapse rapidly.

"I am the highest-level reincarnation contractor, world plunderer, with the noble bloodline of twelve-winged fallen angels, one of the authority managers of the supreme god space, and a god who has single-handedly destroyed more than two digits of intelligent civilization— —”

"Ethel."

The cold and ruthless voice made the King of Sparta's determined pupils suddenly shrink.

Because he recognized this name, or no one in ancient Greece could not recognize this name, this... in their Greek mythology, the name of the anthropomorphic god who represented "space".

He represents heaven, the pure heavenly air breathed by the gods, as opposed to the filthy air that mortals come into contact with, and a symbol of the soul of the world from which all life flows.

"The God of Space." Leonidas couldn't help but subconsciously said the name of the other party's god, "It turned out to be Ethe..."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not him. I just killed that guy and took away his power. Well, there's also a name. I didn't call him that."

Ethel interrupted the other party.

Becoming a god or possessing god-level power is the threshold standard for becoming an "authority manager" in the main god space, and there are various methods and paths.

Most of them, those authority managers who gained power by killing gods and became gods, regard the names of the gods they successfully killed as their own code names.

After all, it would be quite troublesome for someone who is proficient in strange curse methods to know something like a real name. In addition, due to reasons such as private information, contractors basically regard the code name as their own. Name, he is no exception.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here. I'm still busy cleaning up all mankind."

Ethel, who lost interest in chatting, yawned uninterestedly, and then pressed down casually, causing the power of the thunder pillar to suddenly increase sharply.

Bang, bang, bang—!

This time, in the blink of an eye, as the few remaining flame shields were quickly shattered, the majestic holy wall suddenly turned into golden fragments all over the sky and dissipated, leaving Leonidas' figure directly exposed to the world-destroying figure. Under such a thunderous prison.

"Drink!"

He roared, raised the holy shield in his hand, and faced the thunder in the sky.

Even though the released Noble Phantasm "Guardian of the Flame Gate" has been completely broken, as the King of Sparta who once stood firm in the Battle of Thermopylae, he still showed no fear or flinch.

In his eyes full of perseverance, there was only an endless fighting spirit to move forward.

"God? Fanatic, then let me give you the final blow!!!"

The cracked lines on the flaming holy shield spread rapidly, and the skin of the tempered body began to appear in large areas black due to the erosion of the power of thunder.

The body cells are necrotic, the magic power is almost exhausted, and the spiritual core is damaged.

But these are not important to the King of Sparta at this moment. He just raised his head, his eyes seemed to have passed through the thunder purgatory full of violent atmosphere, staring at the self-proclaimed god sitting on the throne of the sky, threatening to Those who want to eliminate the arrogance of all mankind tightly grasp the barrel of the gun in their hands.

Then, he braved the thunder bombing and took the initiative to take a step forward, squeezing every muscle and all the magic power in his body, burning his will and soul, loosening the completely broken holy shield, and fiercely moving toward the The abominable figure tried his best to throw the golden war spear that had accompanied him in his lifelong battle.

This blow will penetrate the stars!

In an instant, strong winds surged and the air tore apart.

Throwing a spear at a high speed that broke through the sound barrier, he withstood the pressure and went upstream in the Prison of Thunder. He broke through all the obstacles and blockades along the way. He was stunned and blasted a path directly. He easily blocked three hundred people before breaking through. The atmospheric barrier of the Spartan warrior's throwing spear, and finally——

"Whoosh!"

The thunder in the sky dispersed.

A drop of pale golden blood fell onto the ruined ground below, stained with dust.

"..."

Ethel, who tilted her head slightly, raised her hand and touched her flawless cheek, feeling warm moisture on her fingertips.

There was more bloodstain there.

"King of mortals... I really underestimate you."

He glanced at the back of the throne behind him that had been stabbed with a spear, and then looked down expressionlessly at the warrior below who had run out of fuel and was kneeling on one knee struggling to stand up again.

Put down his legs and slowly stand up from the sky throne.

"You can actually hurt me? Although it is careless, it is still worthy of praise. I can give you the title of brave, so in return..."

Dark clouds thick enough to block the stars in the sky suddenly appeared. The clouds rolled and rolled like waves. Twelve fallen black wings spread out, and the right hand that controlled the atmosphere was raised again.

The power of God is exerted, the atmosphere is ionized and controlled, and the miracle of nature is reproduced by human power.