First Sequence, Mesopotamia, the Absolute Demonic Front.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless blazing white stars squeezed out inch by inch from the Great Hollow and appeared in the sky. Then, trailing long tails of fire, they crashed heavily to the ground. Earth surged up in waves hundreds of feet high, sweeping away hills, trees, and every obstacle in their path, intending to dissolve all things in a single strike.
But that raging tide was ultimately cut apart and torn to pieces before a towering city wall.
The fortress that had once held back the tide of Magical Beasts, the Three Storms, and the Seven Days of Calamity, preserving Mesopotamian civilization, had once again risen upon the earth.
Dense incantation inscriptions covered almost every brick and stone. Under the layered power of countless seals, a seven-colored barrier formed an indestructible shell.
"Aaaa!"
At the same time, a high, piercing sacred chant rang out from nowhere.
Splash!
A pitch-black tide of chaos surged out from the Imaginary Number space opened outside the walls of Babylonia. The corrosive, assimilating liquid swept over the densely packed radiant humanoid figures, swallowed them whole, and began digesting and dissolving them without pause.
In a single breath, tens of thousands of angels were wiped out.
Yet this first setback did nothing to stop the immense angelic army from pouring in.
"Holy! Holy! Holy!"
Amid the ringing hymn, the fearless radiant humanoid figures flew out from the Gates of Heaven.
Only this time, faced with the Sea of Life flowing wildly across the ground, they dared not fold their wings and drop down. Instead, they set their target on the fortress city standing ahead of them.
"Raise your bows. This King permits you to display Uruk's defense with the highest treasures. What soaks this earth is our resolve. Hear this King's command. Dingir, all gun ports, open!"
The King of Heroes hovered in the sky, standing between the fortress and the enemy, looking down proudly at the ants before him.
With a light wave of Gilgamesh's right hand, the clay tablet before him slowly unfurled. Countless cuneiform characters danced across it, and tens of thousands of crossbow batteries and arrow arrays distributed along the city walls fired at once. Precious Noble Phantasm prototypes were recklessly loaded as ammunition, blasting with a force comparable to tons of high explosives and plowing up layer after layer of earth.
Under the saturation bombardment of the meteor-like downpour, nearly half of the densely packed angels were cleared away in an instant.
Bang! Bang, bang!
Yet by the time they struggled out of the area covered by cannon fire, the light patterns on the towering wall, which almost connected heaven and earth, began to pulse. The mighty pounding of shields and deafening roars tore through the clouds, and dense rain-like divine-patterned javelins came crashing down.
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Angels who failed to dodge in time fell from the air like roasted chickens skewered on sticks, plunging into the tide of life and dissolving in screams.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Michael, the Vice-Lord of Heaven in charge of the assault here, was furious. The cross-shaped greatsword in his hand erupted with ten thousand feet of radiance, instantly dissolving all incoming Mana beams, spell bullets, crossbow bolts, and thrown spears.
"Lord, have mercy upon this place!"
Then Michael gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and prayed solemnly to the Lord of Hosts.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In an instant, one magnificent Gate of Heaven after another appeared behind the Lord of Light.
Holy spirits with multiple wings on their backs, clad in full-body armor and wielding swords, shields, spears, bows, blades, hammers, axes, scepters, and other weapons, flew out from Heaven and descended gracefully.
From every gap in their armor, even from every pore, blazing white flames of light erupted, making them seem sacred and untouchable. Arrows and spears flying toward them were burned to ash by the surrounding light flames before they could even touch their bodies.
"Born from the kiss of fire, beloved children who exist for war, my personal army, War Angels of Light. Conquer the nations, eradicate the heretics, and purify the evil of this mortal world!"
As Seraphim Michael, he summoned the strongest legion under his command and launched a charge against the fortress still resisting him.
BOOM!
At the same time, the earth trembled and roared. Torn fissures opened one after another, leading straight into the abyss, and the flapping of wings came from everywhere.
In an instant, Three-Horned Lion-Dragons, Wyverns, Pteranodons, black dragons, red dragons, green dragons, and all manner of Dragonkind and divine monsters roared out from the pitch-black abyss.
Every one of them was covered in magnificent armor layered with incantations. Combined with the protection of their dragon scales, these monsters' defenses had been raised to an outrageous level.
And on the backs of those dragon beasts rode hundreds of thousands of battle-hardened elites reborn in flesh, clad in pitch-black demon steel armor. They carried various treasured weapons from the Babylonian Treasury, and under the protection of the Underworld and the Herb of Immortality, they were nearly undying.
"You little bastards, let Grandpa Tim show you something good!"
The old general, mounted on a three-headed black dragon, tucked a two-and-a-half-meter dragon lance under his arm. His iron spur lightly struck the dragon's belly, and with a savage grin, he charged forward. The army from Hell formed a black torrent, scattering the angelic army in every direction.
On the walls of Uruk, Ere and Ishtar exchanged a glance, pride appearing on both their faces.
This was the trump card they had spent all their effort preparing, the Hell Dragon Riders!
Mother Goddess Tiamat was known as the "Mother of Evil Dragons." With the authorities of Potnia Theron and the Sea of Life, she could mass-produce the Dragonkind stored in her memory.
These powerful Phantasmal Species could fly and had absurdly high resistance to both physical attacks and Magecraft. When paired with the battle-hardened spirits gathered in Hell over a thousand years, and equipped with the weapons and armor of the Babylonian Treasury, they were practically mobile fortresses.
The fighting strength of this army was even greater than the Valkyries of Scandinavia, the Amazon warriors of Rome, and the battle nymphs of Greece.
Amid frenzied cheers, the Hell Dragon Riders pierced through the ranks of the War Angels of Light again and again, advancing as if no one could stop them. Wherever their spearheads passed, those radiant humanoid figures collapsed one after another and scattered into bursts of light flame.
"Lord, You are my rock, You are my refuge, You are my salvation!"
The situation turned sharply against him. Seeing his side completely suppressed, Michael's face darkened. He immediately used all his strength to call upon Heaven's authority to descend again.
Hum!
Countless blazing white heavenly lights shot down from the Great Hollow. Under the blazing white pillars of light, the Sea of Life hissed and sizzled.
At the same time, gathered spirit particles formed angel after angel, replenishing Michael's forces and surrounding the Hell Dragon Riders who had charged deep into their ranks.
"An Gal Ta Ki Gal Šè: Kindling of Venus that Shook the Mountains!"
The War Goddess Ishtar opened the Gate of Heaven, gathered the concept of Venus into her palm, compressed it into ammunition, and loaded it into Maanna, the Boat of Heaven. As her body arched backward in an exaggerated curve, an enormous arrow of light smashed down from the sky, its violent heat and explosion punching straight through the angelic army's newly regrouped formation.
"The heavens have the distant sea, and the earth has its prison. My heel is the wrath of the Underworld! Appear, burning temple. Kur Kigal Irkalla: The Bellows of Kur that Tramples upon Ekur!"
The Underworld Goddess Ere stepped atop a cage of spears and burst out of the earth beyond the city walls. Countless scorching crossed arcs of light once again skewered the angels attempting to revive and reform, turning them into roasted chickens.
"Next one, off you go, Unit Two!"
Then, a certain unscrupulous master habitually threw her shrunken superweapon toward the densest part of the angelic army.
"Roar!"
Immediately, the Bull of Heaven, which had once brought disaster and terror to the people of Uruk, tragically manifested under the siege. It stepped out from the clouds, its heavy hooves wreathed in arcs of lightning, blasting the angels along its path into basic spirit particles.
"The Lord grants me a sharp sword. Immortal flame wraps my body. Holy light endures through ten thousand calamities. A single spark sets the prairie ablaze!"
Michael raised his cross-shaped greatsword high and pointed it toward the heavens, chanting divine words.
In an instant, a star resembling the Shield of David fell from the sky and continuously fired blazing white beams toward the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amid violent explosions, Uruk's immortal iron wall shook fiercely. Runes were erased one after another, and its defenses were steadily weakened.
"Enuma Elish!"
The Sword of Rupture in Gilgamesh's hand stirred a biting Ether storm and fired toward the luminous star, shattering it.
"O humans, let us bind the gods!"
Almost at the same time, Enkidu flew upward. The Chains of Heaven behind him shot out from a golden vortex, intercepting the larger fragments and preventing them from crashing into the ground.
Above Uruk, an ornate airborne garden appeared, with twelve black crystal slabs arranged around it.
"Grandeur is displayed here! Destruction descends here! The Vanity of the Sky Garden!"
Dark, corrosive beams formed a dense and terrifying net of firepower. As the oldest poisoner, even creations of the gods from beyond the heavens could not be completely immune. Angels struck by the beams disintegrated and rotted away.
On the garden balcony, the beautiful Semiramis, wrapped entirely in a black dress, slowly raised her cup and drained the crimson wine.
At this moment, the battle on the ground had entered a white-hot state. Endless angelic armies surged forward, fearless of death.
They longed for the judgment of the apocalypse. They longed for the rebirth of the world.
"Kill!"
Gilgamesh let out a furious roar, repeatedly swinging the Sword of Rupture to break open a path. The vacuum carved out by the tremendous wind pressure swept up showers of light and severed limbs. Behind him, the gates of Uruk had already opened wide, and one Sumerian after another, born and raised upon this land, raised their weapons and charged after their king.
At this moment, king and people stood together. Nation and home existed as one.