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As Sirin is lying in the bed in Marcus’ home, there are a bunch of emotions going through her face. If someone would see her face, it would be confused as she was almost crying, almost raging, smiling and all sorts of emotions swinging to extremes.

These emotions come from memories she inherited from the original Sirin.

She is not Sirin, more like a being who inherited part of the original Sirin. The original is erased in the most literal sense.

That means that she might have inherited Sirin’s memories, but she doesn't have her experiences, so she doesn't feel the same things as Sirin does.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have accepted the new body created through experiments.

However, what she has is Kiana’s experiences. That is why she is feeling weak in her legs. Being in such a relatively mundane house is making her heartstrings get pulled.

‘Who would have thought that man who erased a country in the most brutal way possible is such a softy?’

Sirin tried to ‘mock’, but all she got was her breathing getting erratic.

‘Damn you, Kiana Kaslana! Who would have thought that the moment I have no Honkai support, I would become a crybaby!’

Regardless, her eyes went to the ceiling. She could see that the ceiling was an actual hologram showing the starry sky. None of the light pollution is blocking the view, so that she can see the natural beauty of the sky.

‘Hmm… maybe I was wrong about this situation.’

Slowly, she allowed herself to— let it go, allowing her to fall asleep in just a few short moments.

As morning arrived, the Herrscher’s eyes slowly trembled as they opened.

“Hmm?”

For a second, she was confused; the sleep was so good that she forgot where she was.

‘When was the last time I rested like this?’ She has no answer to that. Before this, she never had a body of her own.

When she took over Kiana’s body, she was rampaging; her thoughts were to burn and destroy—no time to rest. Now, however, it was different.

There was a certain amount of annoyance as she realised some ugly things. She was manipulated all the time by this force who told her to get revenge.

This force stripped all things from her until she was just a machine.

‘Disturbing.’

As she was disgusted, a stray thought popped into the corner of her mind.

She recalled images of armies, mechs and airships.

And Marcus’ words rang in her consciousness.

As his creation, she has authority, a massive amount of authority in Technocracy.

That means she can wield all the technology, or more like technomancy, the magiktech.

‘If he develops enough, we could invade THAT place, seal it, or destroy it. I don't care! No one will brainwash me!’

Anger started to rise. To think that this force suppressed so much of her emotions! That is unforgivable!

With a course set, Sirin slowly got up from the bed and stretched herself.

“...This is amazing~.”

After stretching out, the white-haired girl walked over to what looked like a wardrobe.

It says ‘Press on the screen’.

For a second, she looked curious, so she pressed, and a light scanned her.

“Hmm…”

Once the light subsided, the screen changed, and she saw herself on the screen. Now she can pick clothes!

“...Oh, now this is convenient!”

The girl used her finger to select the tops, bottoms and even socks and shoes! This thing is so convenient! No more need to visit shops!

‘But then again, there is a certain amount of satisfaction in checking shops.’ Sirin remembered all those times Kiana was in the shops.

For a second, she wondered if Marcus would take her to a shop.

But the moment she thought about it, she instantly brushed this aside!

‘What am I even thinking!?’

As she was going through options, her eyes ended up on recommendations.

Her eyes narrowed when she saw a white and orange hoodie with cat ears!

“I expect nothing less from oh great Supreme Commander.” The Void Queen sarcastically snorted.

Since he is recommending then, she might as well put it on.

With a few presses on the touch screen, Sirin saw a quick progress bar.

“... It's already done?”

With a confused look, she opened the wardrobe, and inside, she saw the hoody!

“...Impressive.”

The Herrscher pulled out the hoodie and inspected it.

“Soft, I like it!” After admiring it, the girl started to make other clothes.

~~~

Without even realising it, the white-haired girl has spent quite a while making and testing out the clothes.

When she realised she had wasted a lot of time, it was already past midday!

So she swiftly left the room and went downstairs.

What she found was people making breakfast!

‘Umm, what is going on? I am pretty sure people eat breakfast before 12…’

Sirin didn't want to sound silly, so she pretended everything was fine and casually walked to the kitchen.

“Oh, morning, Sirin.” Marcus greeted her as he was sipping tea and reading—newspaper?

“...Morning.”

The Herrscher walked over and sat down. Tirpitz swiftly got her a cup and poured some tea for her.

“...Thanks…”

The White haired girl looked around. She noticed that Athena was making food and Ares was watching television. But she could not see his parents!

“...where are your parents?” she was confused!

“Working.”

“...Working?”

“Yes.”

“...But, can't you support them?” It sounds strange for her to say this, but she asked because she doesn't understand the dynamics of this place!

“I can. But they don't want to. My father’s ‘second wife’ is his auto shop, and my mother must socialise; she would go crazy if she didn't speak with an array of people.

Besides, they save up much more now as they don't need to pay utility bills.” He explained with a shrug.

“And I fully understand. So I let them do their thing.”

“...I see… but— don't people know who you are and what you did? That stigma would go on them?” Sirin asked that since she knew that well enough. She saw how people reacted to Herrscher.

What he did is very similar. He flattered a country and killed millions.

“Indeed. Some people know, others don’t. I have Realitus, and my Artificial Intelligence makes sure nothing happens.” He explained plainly as he finally looked at her.

“Nice hoody. Suits you well.” He commented on the cat hoodie she had.

“But there will be some people who will comment from sheer fear.”

“Not necessary,” Tirpitz commented from the side as she was dressed more relaxed, too.

“If you can't beat them, join them. This route is the most common route used by humanity. Some people won't like it, but many will also want to exploit this.”

The Battleship explained how she sees the circumstances.

“As Tirpitz said. There are already signs of it.” Marcus showed the local newspaper to Sirin.

“Western companies are buying lands in my town.”

He pointed at the front-page story. It says, ‘General Motors buys land around A6 highway for 3.6 million Euros’.

“Funny how this is one of the biggest car companies in the world. Under their umbrella, there are a bunch of car brands.” Marcus explained with an amused smile.

“They are targeting my hobbies.”

“I thought your hobbies are making girls from sunken ships?” Sirin sarcastically commented.

“Part of it, yes. But I started with cars, and from what my surveillance has uncovered is that people are researching every single scrap of me.” Marcus didn't deny it. He explained more to her as well.

“Of course they do. You understand that you became the most dangerous person on the planet?”

“I do, but I don't care. That is why I am simply curious how far this will go.” He returned to look at the newspaper. He noticed that the majority of the content of the newspaper is business stuff now.

‘Google, Samsung, and other tech companies have bought buildings or land. They are planning to try to butter me up in some way.’

Marcus pondered on this. Some of the companies have not lifted off yet as well. The Inventor can't see Apple—

‘Where is Apple?’

He then looked at the date.

‘Oh… right… We are still in 2008. As far as I know, Apple would reveal their first iPhone in 2007. But I made my own.

What was the name of the phone again?’

For a second, the inventor forgot how he called his phones.

‘Oh right, the G-Phone. The Goldman phone. How ‘cute’.’ He sarcastically thought about such a basic name he gave it.

Marcus stroked his chin before summoning his console and checking the logs. However, his finger kept on going through files and files of stuff.

Eventually, he found the model.

‘Ugh…what with these specs. Was I trying to create or more like reinvent a stone pickaxe?’

He scoffed at 64 terabytes of hard drive based on neuron tech. He is sure that people in 2008 had something similar or even better.

Still, after checking the phone's tech, he returned to ponder on other things.

However, his eyes went to Freedom Mark IV.

‘Right, I still need to upgrade you.’

As Marcus was in his world, Sirin deadpanned at him.

“Is he always like this? We were talking, and he just went to his little world?”

“That's the thing. The closer you are to the top level. The more resources he has. The more resources he has, the more things he can access.

By following this logic, he can check everything happening in his town, nation if he wants, even the whole continent.

Marcus’ resources are only getting bigger and bigger.”

Athena explained to Sirin. The Herrscher slowly nodded her head.

Regardless, she stopped thinking about this as Athena gave her warm food!

Even Marcus dismissed his holographic windows when he smelled food.

“The retrofits are done. We can move out after we finish breakfast.”

“Hell Yeah! I smell Food and War!” God of War sneaked back into the kitchen.

“Behave!” Athena waved the frying pan at her half-brother.

“Of course! You know me!”

“...Right…”

~~~~~~Later, Space Centre~~~~~~

The group arrived at the Space Centre; in front of them was the massive tower. But their eyes were on something parked.

“Whoa… these are the retrofits!? Holy!” Ares looked at Confiscator.

“Let me formally introduce you to Technocracy’s Daedalus Class Assault Carrier Confiscator 01.”

As Marcus said, people could see the hull was slightly different. The paint job on the side had the letters T.D.C.A.C. With the word Confiscator and letter 1.

“The first Technocracy act is to militarise my garage.”

“...What do you mean militarise? You already had military.” Athena deadpanned at him.

“I had bits and pieces all over the place. This act standardised everything.

I already had S.P.B.A. In a semi-professional role. With Forward Knights, Assault Knights, and the Royal Guard, followed by M.G.M.I.

Well M.G.M.I. Which stands for Marcus Goldman Mechanised Infantry, will be replaced by T.A.M.I  Which standards for Technocracy’s Autonomous Mechanised Infantry.

The new units are already rolling out for this military division.”

“...W-Wait, does that mean S.P.B.A is getting upgraded!?” Gu Yuena asked with a giddy look.

“Not quite. S.P.B.A. is just a regular army. What we are doing is creating an overall governing Military.”

“...And that means?”

“What it means is a structured military, uniform, proper chain of command.”

“...Oh… Does that mean I will have to wear a military uniform now!?” The Dragoness complained.

“Check this out.” Marcus motioned with his hand and sent something over to her HUD.

Gu Yuena checked the uniform design he sent to her.

“Oh… nice, I like it!”

What she saw were white and golden uniforms. The dominant colour for her was white, and the secondary was gold. On the shoulder patch, she had ten rings.

These ten rings could only mean Solomon’s ten rings. In other words, Marcus takes that as his official banner or signet.

But this was not all she could see: stripes, meaning military ranks.

“I can see quite a wide array of military uniforms. I suppose this is to help ship girls?” Gu Yuena noticed an assortment of uniforms. There is a third colour, which is an alternative. The third colour could be anything: purple, black, or even red or green.

As long as white and gold are part of it, and rank is displayed, the person will pass.

‘But to think that Master will take such a stance…’

For a second, Gu Yuena wondered why.

But then it all went down to his pride. Marcus takes pride in his creations, and S.P.B.A. is his creation.

“It is. My ship girls will come from at least three distinctive cultures to add to all of them; some flexibility is necessary.”

As the pair were talking, Sirin was using her HUD to check as well.

It took her a few moments, but she saw it as well.

‘To think I will wear the military uniform.’

Sirin already saw her uniform. Instead of her ‘royal’ garbs, she has a strict white uniform and miniskirt, with shoulder pauldrons with her rank displayed on her right shoulder.

‘G.A.T. stands for Grand Army of Technocracy—three letters inside the Ten Rings.

Apparently, if you are from lower branches like S.P.B.A or T.A.M.I., the letters are under the rings.’

“When did you create this? I was with you most of the time recently.” Sirin asked with a slight frown. She didn't complain about her military uniform, which makes her still regal, but she wants to know when this happened!

“When my faction got exposed. I realised my stuff was all over the place. So, I created the Technocracy Act. Aurora filled up details, like colouring, ranks, branches and things like that.

While Quinella double-checked.”

“...so you just let A.I. and your assistant do whatever they want?”

“You sound like they are foreigners.” His eyes rolled at her.

“Those two are extensions of my will. Now let's go.”

Ares’ fist bumped hearing that. All that talking is making him sleepy.

Regardless, girls who know this place noticed some differences. All of the Aurora Bots have been upgraded. They have markings on their shoulders. Actual I.D numbers and Ten Rings Symbol with G.A.R letters!

And lastly, when they arrived at the ramp, rows of bulky armoured men in dominant gold and white waited for them. They had white capes with Ten Rings embodied on them.

They had spears with black-red tips and tower shields.

“...The Royal Guards.”

“According to G.A.T. Protocol, the Supreme Commander has to have his guards,” Marcus commented casually.

“...I am more concerned about how Serafall will react. Knowing her lousy track record with Protocol.” Atalanta shrugged at this.

She doesn't care. She is a maid. Her uniform didn't evolve.

“...True…oh well.” Marcus nodded at her.

“Sir. Your new ring.”

One of the Royal Guards pulled out a white box, and with a hiss, it opened. Inside was a golden ring.

“Oh, this is quick.” The inventor slowly picked it up and inspected it.

He could see lines with energy flowing through the entire ring.

“What is that!?” Athena’s eyes bulged as she could sense some sort of energy radiating from this ring!

This energy is strange; it was like life itself, yet it was as loose as wind! How could something like this even exist?

“Ring of Evolution.” As Marcus said that, his other rings manifested.

He had a pair of rings on both hands. On both hands, his index and middle fingers are occupied. This new one went on his right-hand ring finger.

Once in place, his purple aura surged.

The inventor looked at his hands after the aura settled.

“To think that this is all there is to evolution.” He said with a slightly disappointing tone.

“Oh, well, it doesn't matter now. Let's go. We need to finish this thing called ‘war’.”

As he walked the ramp up, Sirin spoke to Athena.

“Did he just become even more powerful?” The Herrscher didn't see this coming at all!

“Ring of Evolution; I assume this ring was created after you and Marcus took down Lilith.”

“...Yeah…”

To think something like this could happen because of a simple fight.

“Meh, you guys are thinking too much; now let's go! The airship is powering up.” Ares, who was carrying his stuff, motioned to get to it!

“...So— will I have to wear a uniform too?” Nyx, who was quiet the whole time, spoke finally.

“You could wear a revealing maid uniform if you want,” Atalanta smirked.

*Hmph!*

“White and gold are not my colours!”

~~~

The retrofitted Confiscator’s graviton projectors ignited at full power, and the airship rose above the Space Centre’s hole’s walls; once at an appropriate height, the vessel’s nova thrusters propelled the warship forward.

The navigation officer set the coordinates to the Baltic Sea, where they will cross to the Underworld.

“How is the Twin Graviton Reactor?” Marcus asked the captain.

“The power output increased by 100%. The resonance effect is truly fascinating.” The captain said with a smile.

“The power improvement is just a fundamental perk. The gravity waves flowing through the whole ship’s structure make the vessel literal gravity well.

Not only will this make people able to stand when this vessel is in space, but it will also protect the structure from incoming attacks.”

‘And twin reactors resonating with each other are just beginning. Theoretically, there is no limit to how many reactors could resonate with each other.

The next test is the four reactors aboard Ars Almadel Salomonis.’

“Sir, we are leaving the space lock area of influence.” The captain notified her creator.

“Calculate the coordinates and charge the cannons.”

“Calculating coordinates.”

“Charging cannons with a space element.”

A few short seconds later, the twin cannons of Confiscator blasted, creating a portal to the Underworld.

The airship flew into the portal, which closed behind a few seconds later.

What greeted them on the other side was a purple sky and another spaceport and space centre under construction.

This one is behind the one in Marcus’ base. But still, people in the airship can recognise the tower structure.

“Show me the map.”

A spherical map appeared in front of him. It was showing white and black factions.

White faction is dominating the battlefield; more than 70% of the whole planet is under their control.

“It appears that Angra Mainyu has chosen Fallen Angels territory as its base,” Marcus commented with a pondering look.

‘This could only mean that this thing uses Azzazel’s research to make something for himself.’

“We shall fly towards where Grigori used to be. Rely this to all Airships.”

“Orders understood, notifying the fleet.”

“Athena, you can take Axiom for now, Quinella’s airship,” Marcus said to his Fiance.

“...Hmm? I can have one?”

“Yes, till the war ends. After that, I will arrange a permanent one for you.”

“...Fine. That would be interesting.” Athena didn't need to think much. She could start learning to use Technocracy’s forces. As the future wife of the leader, it would be embarrassing if she didn't know how to.

As she replied, she saw another airship rising from the Space Centre below them.

This ship is retrofitted Axiom. The difference is the colour of this vessel; instead of gold, it has pink graviton projectors.

“Good. I know this airship is in good hands.”

With a nod, the Goddess left the bridge.

“Once Athena left, the ship set course for the frontlines.”

“Understood.”

~~~~~~Angra Mainyu~~~~~~

‘It appears I have been played. I have underestimated humanity’s progress.’

The Evil Incarnate was going through files on the computer used by Azazel.

‘To think that humans can automate this much.’

The Primordial Deity read through all the notes left by Azazel on Marcus Goldman.

What he read is very concerning and very real. He has lost his stranglehold on the Underworld, and the barrier set by Tartarus is still under Angra Mainyu's control. This barrier is keeping other forces out.

But not that this matters; Marcus' forces are rapidly growing, and the massive vessels surround him from all sides.

This situation is terrible, but he still has one card to play, well, two.

He has Azi Dahaka and Fenrir.

Both of which he turned into cores for his personal gear.

“They are here.”

After saying that, the Primordial Being left Azzazel's lab and proceeded to fly.

The possessed body looked around. Angra Mainyu could see airships in all directions.

“Such an interesting way to use magic with human ingenuity.”

“I am almost jealous. But, not my way of doing things.”

After commenting, the being pulled out half a spear like an object of pure darkness.

[DIABOLOS SCALE MAIL!!!]

A pitch-black draconic armour surrounded the Incarnation of evil. Then, the next second, he pulled out a grey and black spear.

Angra Mainyu turned the Godslaying wolf into a spear.

“So this is your plan. Overwhelm everything with sheer brute strength concentrated in one place.”

Marcus appeared as he commented on what he saw before him.

“Precisely! I have seen what you did! What things you created! And here I thought you were my rival! I thought we would have a war which would last for thousands of years!” The Primordial Evil said with a draconic undertone.

“Is it? We had no deal to speak of, which concerns this. You attacked that all there is to it.”

“There is no need for anything! Now die and give me your body!!!”

With a roar, the being rushed forward and stabbed Marcus with his spear.

“Ha! Now you are mine!” The Primordial smirked victoriously as it successfully stabbed the opponent.

“What are you doing?”

Marcus’ voice said from behind.

Angra Mainyu swiftly turned around and looked at the source.

The incarnation of Evil saw Marcus just standing there.

“Impossible!”

It then looked where he had supposedly stabbed the Inventor.

But there is nothing there.

“Impossible? You allowed me to build up my forces in this world.

You had superiority one to several million when I first arrived. But you allowed me to build up in this dimension. That is your biggest mistake, which costs you everything.”

“Be silent! You are heretic!”

“...Oh? Heretic?”

Once again, this time, Angra Mainyu threw the spear, which impaled Marcus.

But Marcus just pulled it out from his ‘body’ and examined it.

“Your gear-making techniques are amateur compared to your life creation ones or the curses.

Pity, what you did to Fenrir.” After saying that, he dropped the spear.

With a roar, the Primordial rushed down and tried to punch Marcus. He did it, and Marcus flew away.

“Not so smart ass, are you!?”

“I am smarter than you.” He spoke from behind.

The moment it heard his voice, the Incarnation of Evil tried to backslap, but there was nothing there.

“You're still clueless, aren't you?”

“W-What is happening!? Where are you? I can sense you everywhere!”

“This planet is under my complete control. The satellite system disperses the particles throughout the whole planet’s surface.

There is nowhere for you to go.” Marcus said that as he appeared several metres away from it.

“Then I will destroy all of this! I have more than enough power!”

As Angra Mainyu said that, its voice started to sound panicky.

The Primordial evil brough its hands closer and started to gather red and black energies. It was a much more empowered Power of Destruction. It was on a different level.

“You're still clueless, aren't you?”

The charge of energy dissolved midway! Angra Mainyu looked at his hands; they were shaking from disbelief, and it couldn't sense any of its power anymore!

“Impossible! Solomon’s power only turns off one source of energy! I have six!” The Primordial Evil, on purpose, gathered all those energy sources! Took over Ajuka’s body! Did all of that hassle as Angra Mainyu knew its actual opponent was Solomon’s successor!

“You are basing this on what? If you think that I am the one who is blocking you, then you are wrong.”

“I-Imposible!”

“Now, then, before you cease to exist, I have to thank you. Your existence forced me to develop certain things faster than I had initially thought.

For that, you will have instantaneous death; you won't feel a thing. This is the least I can do.” After saying that, Marcus just disappeared.

“Get back here, Marcus Goldman! Face me in a battle!!!”

The being roared with pure anger as it realised that Marcus was never here in the first place.

~~~~~~Aboard Confiscator~~~~~~

“Does he think everyone plays by his rules? Such arrogance. He doesn't have anything to offer to me to leave my throne. Even the last two toys he prepared don't use anything of interest.

Outdated tech, and Fenrir with Azi Dahaka? I can bring those back to peak condition.” Marcus commented as he looked at the screen where Angra Mainyu was throwing a fit and trying to regain some sort of control over its powers.

“Ars Almadel Salomonis is in position,” Captain said to Marcus.

“Activate Gravity Press.”

“Activating Gravity Press.”

Right before their eyes, Angra Mainyu slammed into the ground like a bug by an invisible force.

“Oh, Oh! Can I give the honours!?” Nyx rushed over to Marcus’ side.

“Sure.”

“Great! Then fire! Incinerate that creep!” The Primordial pointed her finger.

The gunner nodded and pressed a button.

“Firing.”

A pillar of light slammed into the location of Angra Mainyu.

~~~~~~Aboard Salvation~~~~~~

“Just like that, it was over,” Serafall said with a relieved sigh. Her gaze was on the massive pillar of light energy disintegrating Angra Mainyu.

“Yes. Now what?” Venelana said with a severe tone. She knows well enough this is where Marcus will start slicing cake however he wants.

“We follow what he wants.”

Sure enough, Marcus appeared in front of them. He was sitting on his throne. One leg on another while his hand was holding his face.

“Ships from 2 to 9 to secure the remaining lands. Ships from 10 to 18 to continue the advance to the depths of the Underworld.

Every single inch of the Underworld is to be taken over.”

After saying that, he disappeared.

“...Is he serious? Even the Greek Underworld!?” Serafall looked down. Her eyes were trembling. This is—

Literal world domination!

“It appears he is planning to take all of it.”

“We got our directions.” The ship's captain notified the ex-Sitri.

“...Then proceed with the directions.” The last remaining Satan nodded with a tired sigh. She already realised that these girls wouldn't truly listen to her.

The moment something is against Marcus’ directive, even a tiny bit, they all rebel.

‘Thankfully, I was able to save more Pillar houses. It's impressive how the majority of the Phenex clan of the conflict.’

“...Ma’am, we are detecting a new force just left Confiscator!”

“...Hmm? What about it?”

“...It's…Greek God—Ares?” For a second, the comms officers were confused about what they saw on their radars. Aurora swiftly notified them that Ares was on their side.

“...Just great. The Underworld is almost clean, and only now do we get literal War God to help!?” Serafall huffed. The other devils on the bridge were in a similar, annoyed state.

“Still, it's better than nothing. We have actual gods assisting us.” Venelana tried to look at their positive things.

“Lady Gremory is right. At least some help.” Roygun agreed with the brown-haired devil.

“He is only here because of Marcus’ connections with the Greek Pantheon.” Serafall pointed out the apparent reason why the God of War was here.

Regardless, it didn't matter now. With Angra Mainyu dead. The Wraiths lost the majority of abilities to perform. The creatures are going feral.

As the devil-commanded airship was turning, they saw a massive vessel floating in air with long canons opening fire, raining continuous fire on the location on the ground.

“...”

It was a behemoth of metal with long barrels. It was a human ship bombarding multiple locations throughout the area.

“...that's not Marcus airship.”

“A new ship girl.” Serafall pouted while saying that.

“Well, at least this one is cleaning up everything in its path.” Roygun jokes, seeing the amount of destruction this thing can dish out.

~~~

“Hahahaha! It has been ages when I could get loose like this!” Ares, with bare hands, ripped a wraith in half. He laughed even more when he saw the wraith’s armour shatter like glass.

“Sir, my men have arrived!” The Greek Armoured man said with a respectful tone.

“Yes. Finally! You have my thanks for answering my call, Leonidas!” Ares placed his helmet on his head before summoning a spear and shield.

“It's an honour to fight alongside my God!” The ancient Spartan King said with an excited tone.

“The honour is mine; it has been ages since I was in front lines, now let's go! We can't allow that girl with a big toy to finish these things and leave nothing for us!”

The God of War said with a bloodthirsty grin as he saw the massive vessel in the distance raining death on Angra Mainyu’s remaining creatures.

“Yes!” Leonidas turned around and looked at 300 Spartans.

“Sons of Sparta! Advance, let's show the Underworld how the men of Ares fight!”

Battle cries followed as the infamous three hundred charged at feral-looking wraiths.

The beasts of all sizes screeched and roared and started to dash at incoming Spartans.

Since Angra Mainyu is dead, no one can maintain their ‘perfect’ forms. So, they all started to mutate.

With Ares leading the charge, even if Spartans are ‘normal’ with their god next to them, they can perform at supernatural levels.

On top of that, the more reckless they were, the better they would perform.

Just like that, a cycle of frenzied slaughter started.

~~~

Just like that, the final battles of the Underworld slowly came to an end.

However, there are more battles on the way. The ten airships started to dive deeper into the underworld and claim all that land for Marcus Goldman and his Technocracy.