Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The younger sister of the twin swordsmen stepped forward and kicked the giant demonic boar, which was seven or eight meters tall, with a contemptuous expression.

"That can't be right. I heard from the old hunters in Kaludon that the demon boar was already over ten meters tall two years ago, and its whole body was covered with red and blue demonic patterns and mane."

Therefore, whether it's a small herd of wild boars nearby showing signs of demonic transformation, or these three are likely just descendants of that divinely favored demonic beast whose bloodline has deteriorated.

Jason, who had laid his shield down and was resting on it, casually retorted, then rubbed his temples with both hands, adding with a troubled expression and a very firm tone.

"Let me tell you, the feeling of dread I'm still going strong is that that demonic boar is probably still alive!"

Samael stroked his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he looked at Jason.

When this kid is in a dangerous situation, not only does his mind work quickly, but his talent for sensing danger also kicks in. He might be very useful as a danger signal detector.

“That’s right. If this demon boar were really that easy to deal with, Prince Calydon wouldn’t have needed to gather all the heroes of Greece to participate in the hunt.”

The ancient serpent pulled its spear from the eye socket of the large demonic boar, cleaned and recycled it, and at the same time opened its lips to express its opinion.

Atalanta withdrew her gaze from the battlefield, a hint of approval in her eyes for Samael, before approaching a group from Sparta and asking them in a deep voice.

"Having been in the dense forest for so long, besides the demonic boars, have you encountered any other types of magical beasts?"

The twin swordsmen frowned and recalled for a moment, then looked at each other and shook their heads in succession.

"We were in a similar situation. We only suffered one attack from other monsters on the outskirts, but I dealt with it easily."

The female hunter nodded in response, her gaze becoming more serious.

"Based on my experience living in the forest, the concentration of ether here is enough to nurture a dozen or twenty kinds of magical beast races, but we can't even see a trace of them now."

The brother and sister seemed to have thought of something; their pupils contracted, and their voices became slightly hoarse.

"You mean, they were all..."

"...The demonic boar has preyed on you?!"

Circe, standing to the side, wrinkled her delicate nose, hugged her staff tightly, and nodded solemnly.

"I feel it too, it's probably true! The animal ecosystem here has been completely destroyed. That demonic boar has completely taken over this forest, and it seems to be constantly reproducing and multiplying!"

Katniss scratched her head, a sinister smile spreading across her face.

"So, there are quite a few demonic boars like these, and after devouring other species of demonic beasts, their strength should be quite considerable? Doesn't that mean we can go on a killing spree?"

The group instinctively ignored the battle maniac's wild ramblings, nodded in agreement, and gathered together to discuss the matter.

They were still halfway to the heart of the dense forest, but the horde of demonic boars on the outskirts forced them to take the situation seriously. They could imagine that what lay inside was a troublesome thing that would require the combined efforts of all the heroes to solve perfectly.

Moreover, pigs are very prolific breeders; who knows how many offspring are inside them?

Unfortunately, both the Spartan squad on the other side and Samael's group had a vulnerable member who needed protection.

Samael glanced at the blond youth who had forced the alliance with a forced smile, and his lips curled down in a helpless smirk.

Of course, on his own side, he was referring to Jason, not Circe.

The Spartan leader, the twin swordsmen, though arrogant, were not fools. They readily agreed to travel with Samael and the others, looking out for each other.

The journey that followed confirmed everyone's guesses.

Wave after wave of demonic boars, ranging in size from a little over a meter tall to nearly ten meters, charged out from every corner of the forest, howling as they attacked them.

Fortunately, everyone was prepared, and after slaughtering wave after wave of demonic boars, they were able to advance without any major incidents.

Samael roughly calculated that they had killed at least four or five hundred small magical pigs, seventy or eighty medium-sized magical pigs, and a dozen or so large magical pigs, which was equivalent to slaughtering a small pig farm.

This is just the result of their two teams. If we add everything together, Samael estimates that several thousand large and small demonized wild boars have been wiped out.

Good heavens, thankfully Prince Calydon gathered all the heroes of Greece.

Otherwise, with too few people, even if they successfully kill the divine-favored demonic boar, the remaining offspring running away would be a major disaster for ordinary people.

However, due to underestimating the boars' reproductive capacity and population size, the group's resources were quickly depleted. Atalanta's arrows had already been retrieved twice, and many had broken arrowheads and fallen feathers, severely affecting their lethality and accuracy.

In addition, Samael's spear and shield, Jason's longsword, and the weapons and equipment of the two Spartan warriors all showed signs of damage, and Circe's magic was almost depleted.

As night approached, Prince Kaludon contacted all the teams, requesting them to postpone their advance for safety reasons, hold out for the night, and continue sweeping through the dense forest the next day.

During this time, supplies such as arrows and potions will be transported from the rear to replenish the supplies.

After a brief discussion, most of the dozen or so teams agreed on this prudent approach and set up camp on the spot, waiting for supplies and the final assault the next day.

Because Circe was with them, she easily completed the task of setting up the camp using magic.

Furthermore, this great witch fully utilized her talents in "fortress construction" and "prop creation," carving a magical protective ring around the camp and summoning several rock golems for vigilance and defense.

Despite their haughty and reserved demeanor, the Spartan twins couldn't escape the "law of true fragrance" and comfortably moved into the workshop created by Circe.

As the campfire was lit, to be on the safe side, the two teams drew lots to be matched and took turns keeping watch.

Ultimately, Atalanta and the younger sister of the twin swordsmen teamed up, while Jason and the older brother joined forces.

The two twin siblings, who were about to be separated, held hands affectionately and seemed reluctant to part, while also harboring deep resentment towards their temporary partner, as if they had been forcibly torn apart.

In short, it's quite baffling, as if they're afraid others won't know about their deep-seated brother-complex and sister-complex attributes.

Speaking of which, this kind of slightly distorted relationship should be enough to warrant a visit to a German orthopedic clinic, right?

Samael silently grumbled to himself, staring at the numbered bamboo sticks in his hand, and speechlessly looked at the Spartan princess across from him, who was walking towards him with a hint of embarrassment.

How did he end up with that vixen again? Are you kidding me?

Chapter 150 Three Days and Three Nights in the Tower, Are You Scared Yet? (2/2)

As night fell, Samael sat before the flickering flames, adding firewood as the campfire crackled and popped.

"Thank you for saving me today. Have some water."

A blonde beauty, dressed in a pristine white dress, gracefully approached from behind, handed over a water bag, and then sat down next to Samael. She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and a sudden, intense passion.

The emotional expression of divine beings is often unrestrained and passionate, and ethical and moral principles, or even the ironclad rules of law, may not necessarily form an effective constraint.

Without a doubt, Princess Helen had taken a liking to him.

Of course, this is just a result of desire, stemming from physical appearance.

Just like in the old dark humor, the handsome hero saves the damsel in distress, leading to the plot of "I have nothing to repay you with but my body".

If you're too ugly, sorry, but "in your next life, I'll be your cow or horse, repaying your kindness with kindness" is the story you'll tell.

Having undergone repeated mystical enhancements, Samael, as an ancient serpent imbued with humanity's original sin, has acquired the attribute of "desire," and his appearance and allure are self-evident.

Coupled with his courageous act at a crucial moment, it's no surprise that Princess Helen, who is obsessed with good looks, fell for him.

After all, she dared to elope with Paris, the Trojan prince, even after being married for several years.

However, Samael politely declined this flirtatious and unsolicited romantic encounter.

Not only Jason felt this way, but the Serpent himself also believed that Helen's situation was too complex for him to handle.

Besides, there are plenty of beautiful, XP-compatible, and unique options available, so why bother with this trouble?

Many beautiful things can be appreciated from afar; there is no need to pick them all and put them in your own vase.

After giving a few perfunctory replies, Samael noticed Princess Helen, dressed in a thin long dress, rubbing her hands together, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly unable to withstand the cold.

Little sister, this is a Warcraft raid, not a school trip. Can you be a little more serious?

It's one thing if you love to look good and wear this long dress, but even if you want to show off your charm, there's no need to wear it out to stay up all night, is there?

Samael shook his head helplessly at the sight of this young girl who couldn't distinguish between what was important and what wasn't, but considering that Leonidas had earned a lot of goodwill for Sparta, he still got up and brought a blanket from the tent, handing it to the Spartan princess.

Helen smiled gratefully, her face beaming.

As soon as the ancient snake sat down, a warm, delicate body pressed against its chest. The blinking eyes seemed to drip with tears, and the pretty face, flushed with a hint of shyness, appeared sweet and alluring.

"It's cold at night, let's warm up together."

I said, are you really not afraid of things going wrong?

Samael inwardly grumbled, but as his skin made delicate contact with hers, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen, causing his heart to beat faster and his throat to go dry.

However, just as the shadows of the two heads were about to overlap, the ancient snake's eyes twitched, and it raised its hand to pat Helen's shoulder, chuckling slightly.

"It seems one blanket isn't enough. You can use this one first, and I'll find another one."

Samael hesitated for a moment, then patiently wrapped Helen up before getting up and leaving.

Under the flickering flames, the Spartan princess raised her hand to touch her luscious lips, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. Then, she gently raised the corners of her lips, bent her knees to support her cheeks, and gazed at the campfire in a daze.

At the same time, Samael, who had reached the edge of the tent, reached up and unbuttoned his clothes, pulling out a necklace made of gold thread from around his neck.

The heart-shaped ruby ​​at the end glowed faintly and warmly in the darkness.

The smile on the ancient snake's face froze instantly, and its brows darkened.

The power of Eros!

It really is this thing!

The relic that woman Ishtar gave me actually came in handy; it's rare that she didn't do anything to make things worse.

After muttering a few words to the heart-shaped ruby ​​necklace, Samael's eyes flickered, his brows furrowed, and doubts began to form in his mind.

If he remembers correctly, Polux, the sister of one of the twin swordsmen, and the beautiful Helen were the daughters of Zeus, the king of the gods, and the Spartan queen, Leda, born from their affair by the lake.

Without a doubt, the current Spartan king is another one who has taken over the mantle.

Logically speaking, as a second-generation descendant of a god, Helen should not possess the powers of a goddess of love, even if she only inherited the beauty of her human mother.

After all, Zeus was the sky god who wielded thunder and lightning, so their genes simply don't match.

Look, the younger sister of the twin swordsmen, Polux, clearly possesses the divine power to resonate with the projection of the stars in the sky, and is said to be a famous boxer in Greece.

However, the ancient serpent thought for a moment and then seemed to have something on its mind.

In the future, Helen will not only be beautiful, but also a beloved princess of Sparta. After the twins died, one died young and the other was buried alive and ascended into the sky, turning into stars together, the Spartan throne will remain vacant for a long time.

Therefore, suitors of the time, either coveting Helen's beauty or coveting the power of Sparta, flocked to her in an endless stream.

Surrounded by a group of demigods at his doorstep, the Spartan king was terrified. He felt that he could not offend any country's hero, so he heeded the advice of his suitor, Odysseus.

That is, "the decision to marry Helen was made by tossing a ring, and all suitors were to swear that they would never take up arms against Helen's husband and would do their utmost to help him when he needed assistance."

As a result, Menelaus, the brother of King Agamemnon, seized the ring and successfully married Helen.

Because of the favorable terms of the marriage agreement, the Mycenaean kingdom, where the two brothers lived, quickly became the leader of all the Greek states.

Therefore, after Helen eloped with the Trojan prince, Agamemnon was qualified to mobilize the entire Greek city-states and military forces to attack Troy as the leader of the alliance.

Even Achilles, Odysseus, Ajax the Elder and Younger, and other elite generals had to obey Agamemnon's orders.

Whoever possesses Helen possesses the strongest Spartan warrior, and can command all the heroes of Greece through the oath of marriage.

This is the origin of Helen's title as "Greece's most beautiful woman".

He once thought so too.

But now it seems that the truth may be quite the opposite.

How does the saying go...

Men conquer women by conquering the world, while women conquer the world by conquering men.

From another perspective, Helen had become the key that connected the Greek city-states.

If I'm not mistaken, then Helen must have been tampered with.

Tsk, the power of Cupid...

Samael glanced at the hazy outline of the holy mountain in the shadows, shook his head slightly, and looked somewhat gloating.

It seems that the main gods on Mount Olympus aren't necessarily so honest.

Perhaps this is an opportunity.

Afterwards, Samael estimated that he had stayed long enough, so he buried his head in thought as he walked toward the tent, preparing to grab a blanket and head back.

However, by chance, the ancient serpent and Atalanta, who was walking towards him after seeing him, bumped into each other.

"Boss, it's not time for your shift to change yet, what brings you here?"

The figures separated, and Samael rubbed his head, asking in confusion.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out to take a look."

Atalanta answered casually, her emerald eyes bright and gleaming, revealing the vigorous energy of a feline at night.