Myth: I am God!

Chapter 118 Who is calling out in the fire?

Only then did the officer truly realize the insidious nature of those sorcerers.

If they stayed in Mycenae, they would surely die, being slaughtered bit by bit by these wizards.

Therefore, all he could do was open the fortress gates, engage the enemy in the open field, and stall until the Canaanite army arrived.

Or perhaps it's the return of Prince Perseus...

However, when the officer ordered the ceremonial gate to be opened...

They discovered that the hanging door was locked; the entire door was frozen solid by ice sculptures.

Unable to ignite the fire, they had to use pickaxes and chisels to painstakingly chisel away at the ice sculpture...

However, as they chiseled open the ice sculpture and pulled up the hanging door...

To their despair, they discovered that the fortress gates had been blocked by a massive, several-meter-thick block of ice, leaving them trapped inside the Mycenaean fortress.

Unable to start a fire, dozens of them froze to death every so often.

This is a mode of warfare they have never seen before.

The enemy was merely waving their staffs in the distance; before they even got close, the enemy had already nearly wiped out their soldiers, who died one after another, turning into frozen ice sculptures.

The carrier pigeon survived only because the messenger protected it with his body heat.

In that biting cold and despair, they huddled together and released their last carrier pigeon, hoping for reinforcements to come to their rescue...

Upon receiving the message, the officers stationed in Canaan rushed to the scene day and night, requesting Isaac's assistance in Canaan.

However, they were ultimately a step too late.

When the 20,000-strong army arrived at the Mycenaean plain.

All I could see was a fortress frozen solid in the wasteland, with soldiers standing like ice sculptures on the fortress walls, and even the great banner of the Holy Cross was covered in frost.

When the officers witnessed this scene, everyone fell silent...

even...

Some soldiers became fearful.

They possess the invincible Perseus...

But don't the enemy also have their own trump cards?

As the enemy's 50,000-strong army slowly appeared on the wasteland.

A mysterious legion clad in black battle robes, wielding staffs that gleamed with a sharp light, marched out from the center, each staff pointing towards Argos's army...

The officers were filled with fear.

How could they possibly fight against these wizards?

They looked sadly and helplessly at the figure beside them.

The Messiah's son...

Before the battle formation.

The general looked at Isaac in despair: "How are we supposed to deal with those monstrous things?"

The Messiah's son slowly raised his bowed head, and his closed golden eyes snapped open.

He slowly uttered a word—

"flame."

And in the next moment...

The soldiers' fear vanished, replaced by a profound awe—an awe unlike any other, one they would never forget. And it was at this moment that mortals understood what the Messiah truly was, what God's will on earth was, and what the walking of God was.

When the sun set, people were astonished to discover that what had risen was not a silver moon, but a new sun.

No, that's not the sun...it's fire!

A blazing ball of fire rose up in front of Isaac, hovering in the void, bursting forth with a dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at!

It almost illuminated the dark night sky!

The commander of the Athenian allied forces lashed his magical soldiers with his whip, his eyes reflecting the dazzling fireball, and roared in terror, "Quickly! Corinthians! That must be the power of the Argos gods! Go and fight against that sun!"

The wizards were all stunned and stood frozen on the ground.

The legendary wizards of Collins looked at each other in bewilderment.

He glanced at the miraculous fireball, then at his own wand, which was dry and almost exhausted.

He pointed to the opposite side, then to himself, a hint of despair in his voice: "Me?"

When Collins' wizarding army, under the commander's insistent demands, produced all remaining magic crystals, five thousand wizards raised their wands, attempting to gather all their power and form a thick ice wall in the air.

Meanwhile, the archers of the Athenian Federation exhausted their strength, releasing seven or eight arrows in succession, forming a curtain of arrows that blanketed the sky...

They saw the thick ice wall and the rain of arrows from the archers.

Isaac, who was manipulating a giant fireball with the power of words, was utterly astonished.

The enemy not only refused to surrender...

How dare they organize a counterattack against him?

This is no ordinary enemy force. We must strike hard!

As the rain of arrows came, the commanders of Argos instinctively ordered their soldiers to raise their shields to block them.

However, Isaac interrupted their command, saying, "Don't raise your shield."

"today."

I want to declare to the world...

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"Messiah."

"They have returned to the human world."

The commanders and soldiers did not know what Isaac meant.

But all that could be seen was Isaac manipulating the enormous fireball in the sky, which was as conspicuous as the sun.

Step out.

Alone, he stepped out of the battle line and onto the battlefield amidst the thousands of troops.

As a dense, torrential rain of arrows blanketed the sky, some struck the fireballs, incinerating them into molten iron, while the vast majority hurtled towards Isaac and the frontline soldiers. However, just as the soldiers, seeing the arrows raining down upon them from the heavens, instinctively raised their shields to protect themselves...

Isaac's golden eyes seemed to flash with divine light.

The command within is like a divine decree, which all things will obey: "Stop—"

next moment.

Whether they were Argonauts, Corinthians, Athenians, or soldiers conscripted from the various northern city-states, their pupils contracted violently as if in an earthquake.

All I saw was—

The ten thousand arrows, which had been raining down like a storm, all came to a standstill in the sky.

It was as if time had stopped, as if space had frozen...

After that, Isaac Messiah was struck down by ten thousand arrows.

Passing through.

A hand seemed to be supporting the enormous, dazzling flame.

It's as if they're carrying the sun on their backs.

Everyone in the allied forces—soldiers, wizards, officers, messengers, and commanders—was stunned into place.

They saw...

The sun was coming toward them.

"God...

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The next moment, the Messiah held up the flames and hurled them at the wall formed by the glacier!

The ice wall formed by the 5000 wizards couldn't even withstand the enormous flames for a second.

It melted in an instant...

Immediately, the enormous ball of fire that had fallen from the sky crashed onto the wasteland.

The molten lava and flames exploded instantly.

The light from the explosion was a thousand, even ten thousand times brighter than the sun in an instant!

A massive shockwave and spreading flames swept across the center of the allied forces...

The remains of flesh and blood, along with severed limbs, were carried upwards by the airflow.

A giant mushroom cloud.

It rose up from the Mycenaean wilderness!

Amidst the terrifying explosion and flames, Isaac Messiah slowly turned around...

They didn't look back at the firelight.

The airflow that swept in from behind.

It blew up his golden cloak.

A silhouette against the backdrop of raging flames.

that day.

Firelight and human shadows.

It was deeply imprinted in Argos's eyes and even in his soul.

They will never forget this day, and even those Corinthians and Athenians who survived the fire will forever remember it.

Fear robbed them of the courage to ever hold a sword again. After the war, they returned to their homeland and became madmen despised by the villagers. Until their deaths, they repeatedly and incoherently uttered words no one could understand: "How can you draw your sword into the fire? How can you draw your sword into the fire?"

The bards, upon hearing of this miraculous and desperate battle...

It was as if the Muses resided in their minds.

They compiled epic poems and wrote legends, asking, "Who calls in the fire? Who is the king of fire?"

"Isaac Messiah! Isaac Messiah!"

"The Lord himself crowned him with a laurel wreath of fire."

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