Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"How could that be! Samael is clearly the smartest, most reliable, and bravest person..."

"That's because you changed me..."

Samael raised his hand and stroked Medusa's head, speaking softly with a touch of emotion, his eyes full of smiles.

When Medusa, who was once again standing there in a daze, came to her senses, she saw Samael already standing at the intersection ahead, waving to her.

A slight blush of embarrassment appeared on Nemesis's face, and she immediately buried her head and chased after her.

After Jason's little incident, the two unknowingly bypassed the camp of meritorious individuals and arrived at the edge of the city wall, which was under repair on the third line of defense.

Not far away, large quantities of magical materials were being transported manually to the parts where problems had occurred. Meanwhile, Stheno and Euryale, who had been assigned this leisurely task, were leisurely supervising the work. They were even lying on a shaded wicker chair, lazily and comfortably sipping crystal dew, being served by several flower nymphs.

But as the saying goes, too much joy leads to sorrow. A sporadic barrage of Colossus artillery fire came from outside the city, and half of the already crumbling wall instantly cracked and collapsed, threatening to bury the relaxed Euryale and Stheno alive.

Chapter 266 The Iron Fist of Justice (2/2)

At the same time, Samael appeared beneath the collapsed city wall, raised his hand to create a protective barrier formed by the Medusa Shield, and blocked the falling bricks and stones.

Once the aftershocks subsided and the dust settled, the ancient serpent put away its divine shield, turned to look at the two parasites on the recliner, and frowned as it inquired.

"Are you two okay?"

"Oh ho, hero, did you come here specifically to visit your goddess?"

"They're so concerned about us, won't Medusa be jealous?"

Stheno and Euryale remained lounging in their wicker chairs, showing no sign of getting up. They even mimicked Samael and Medusa's earlier actions, holding hands and exchanging knowing glances and playful banter.

Since they are immortal, even if they are hit hard, this level of damage won't even cause them serious injury.

"You're itching for a beating again, aren't you? Get up and get to work!"

Samael glanced at the somewhat chaotic construction site, his forehead veins bulging, and without a word, he pulled the slacking girl up from the recliner.

However, these two scourges showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, they pressed their advantage, wrapping their arms around Samael's elbows and hanging them almost on either side, rubbing against him like koalas.

"Hmm, that's a bold invitation, Hero. I'd like to hold the left hand..."

"Then I'll choose the right side, little Medusa, you're out of seats..."

Two mischievous goddesses, their faces full of malicious smiles, were teasing Medusa, who stood there looking embarrassed.

boom!boom!

But then, the righteous fist of punishment slammed into Euryale and Stheno's heads one by one. The two mischievous goddesses, each holding their swollen heads, squatted on the ground, drawing circles in resentment and complaining bitterly.

"Damn it, I'm a beloved goddess! You heartless devil, you have no sense of chivalry whatsoever!"

"That's right, Euryale and I are so cute, we were born to capture any man! Men might have a fling, but once they get to know us better, they'll be completely captivated by our charm. And yet you treat two lovely goddesses like this? Ha, what a joke! Your heart must be made of stone!"

Samael looked the two "cute" goddesses up and down with disdain, his gaze finally settling on a certain spot, his eyes filled with contempt and a cold, mocking laugh.

"Tch, even if I were thirsty, I wouldn't be interested in two underdeveloped fried eggs."

An underdeveloped... fried egg?

Euryale and Stheno froze, looking down at their flat chests. Then, under this brutal finishing blow, they suffered a ton of damage, their forehead veins bulging like earthworms, their delicate little faces filled with resentment.

Damn it, do you even know what "cute" means?! Staying young and youthful is the standard for a goddess, okay?!

"You two, get to work! If you utter another word, believe me, I'll throw you into the woods behind here to manage the magical beasts with the Snake Mother!"

Faced with the threat of a certain unscrupulous teacher, Stheno and Euryale, thinking of the Snake Mother's control and the filthy environment of the monster horde, had no choice but to swallow their anger and obediently lower themselves to help transport materials.

After giving the two troublemakers a good talking-to, Samael continued his inspection and, surprisingly, spotted two familiar figures among the group of magicians and craftsmen repairing the city walls.

"Lord Theseus!"

Upon spotting Samael, Medea ran to the ancient serpent, her flashing purple eyes fixed on his handsome face, while her own cheeks flushed with excitement.

Kark instinctively shrank back, and only after repeatedly confirming that there were no major problems with the city wall did he dare to pat his chest with a sigh of relief and approach.

It's good that this monster isn't here to teach her a lesson.

The great witch on Aiyu Island has become so accustomed to living in the shadow of a certain snake that even her thoughts have become so humble.

"Thanks for your hard work…"

Samael learned that the two women had volunteered to reinforce the city walls because of a shortage of artisans and defensive magicians, and that they could also mass-produce magic puppets to ease the burden on the front lines. He gently stroked their heads with satisfaction and approval.

"It's not hard work at all, not hard work at all! I'm just happy to be able to help you."

Little Medea spoke with great joy and enthusiasm.

After calming down a bit, the little witch pursed her teeth, gently bit her cherry lips, and looked at Samael expectantly.

"Lord Theseus, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course, what do you want to know?"

Samael smiled and agreed to the girl's well-behaved manner.

"I...I'm already 14 years old, when will I be considered grown up?"

Little Medea mustered her courage and asked, her gaze fixed intently on the person before her.

"Well, in terms of biological age, I'd say I'm 16..."

Samael coughed lightly and, facing that pleading gaze, gave a helpless, bitter smile in response.

"Sixteen years old? Don't be afraid. There are only two years left. It'll be over quickly..."

Having received a definite answer, little Medea excitedly waved her pink fist.

Fearing that the little girl might utter something shocking again, Samael immediately shifted his target and captured a controversial figure from Crete.

"You are Daedalus?"

"Yes, my lord."

An elderly man with a slightly balding head stepped forward with a broad smile and bowed humbly to the important figure before him.

Samael's eyes narrowed slightly, emanating a dangerous aura like a snake scrutinizing its prey, which sent a chill down Daedalus's spine, made him sweat, and feel extremely uneasy.

"Work hard and don't waste your talent, otherwise your nephew will miss you very much."

The soft whisper made Daedalus shrink back, his expression filled with fear, and he hurriedly nodded.

The ancient serpent withdrew its scrutinizing gaze and waved Daedalus away.

Although he was indeed skilled in city-building, capable of creating miraculous structures like the Minotaur's Labyrinth that possessed the concepts of bewilderment and imprisonment, and his involvement would greatly enhance the defensive capabilities of the city walls, the old man's reputation was far from clean.

He was originally from Athens and was renowned; his nephew had studied sculpture under him.

At first, the old man taught his apprentice with all his heart, but a few years later, as his nephew's skills surpassed his uncle's, and the exceptionally talented nephew even invented the potter's wheel and a rotating lathe, he caused a sensation and his fame grew.

Daedalus became jealous of his nephew and sought an opportunity to throw him off the Acropolis.

Later, this scandal was discovered, and Daedalus was tried in court and sentenced to death. To escape punishment, he fled to Crete with his son.

Although we need people soon, we still need to give this old guy a warning, lest he see things are going badly and run away with his wings.

Afterwards, Samael paused for a moment to resolve some issues related to forging the city, and then entrusted the task of keeping a close watch on Daedalus to the foreman, Little Calf, before taking Medusa to the next area for inspection.

As the black demon gradually disappeared from sight, Stheno and Euryale immediately dropped the bricks, but instead of returning to their recliners, they sat side by side on the wall, gazing intently at the waves of minions rushing towards them outside the magic barrier, as well as the stormy sea shrouded in dark clouds.

"He actually has time to wander around with Medusa at a time like this."

"Yes, even when answering that little girl's question, he was unusually serious for once..."

"It seems this time, things will be very difficult to get through..."

"But there's something that's making me angrier the more I think about it!"

"Ok?"

"That brat Medea, isn't she also a fried egg? Why is she being treated differently! It's outrageous!"

Stheno, who had been harboring some worries, looked at Euryale beside him, who was filled with bitterness and resentment and gritted her teeth. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded seriously.

"Yes, that doesn't make sense! He must be blind!"

Chapter 267 Themis, Time to Check the Homework

The third line of defense, in the remote mountain valleys, was filled with a chilling and stagnant atmosphere, as if an invisible sword were piercing through the sky.

The nearby birds were startled and took flight, not daring to return to their nests for a long time. The insects, ants, bees, and butterflies on the ground trembled and crawled, not daring to make the slightest sound. The entire forest was solemn and deathly silent.

Looking down from the hilltop, the Typhon offspring and the monsters summoned by the power of the earth lay obediently in the grass or forest.

"Raise your hands."

"Woo..."

“Don’t drool.”

“Woof…”

"Roll over and expose the soft flesh of your belly."

"Ouch..."

"Hmm, lower your head."

"hiss…"

As two figures walked side by side along the path, the usually ferocious and arrogant Typhon monsters and beasts became like docile livestock. Before a certain black demon, the pressure emanating from his very soul made them obediently let themselves be petted and trained, and they obediently lowered their pride and acted cute.

"Your beastly power and dominance seem to have increased considerably."

On the gentle slope, Medusa glanced back at the monsters and gods in the dense forest of the valley, who dared not even breathe too loudly, then turned to look at Samael beside her, quite moved.

"That's because these kids are too weak. The few decent ones are all ones I've trained since they were little."

Samael replied curtly, raised his hand to look at the lines on his palm, and inexplicably felt a little disheartened.

In the Battle of Typhon, all the gods and monsters with any power were wiped out by the Olympian gods. Even Typhon, the demon ancestor, was reduced to a puppet of Zeus's divine seal. The glory of the gods and monsters was long gone.

The assembled army of monsters before us is merely for show; most of them are cannon fodder.

After this battle, I doubt many will survive.

"Samael, will we win?"

Medusa looked beyond the light screen at the swarms of calamity monsters that were constantly attacking the defensive barrier, and at the giant cocoon that seemed to be hatching in the stormy sea. Her brows furrowed, and she was filled with worry.

"Will do!"

Samael raised his hand and pressed it against Medusa's shoulder, his tone resolute.

Then, the ancient serpent smiled and mysteriously placed something with a slightly cool touch into Medusa's hand.

"Anna, there's something I need you to do during this rest period."

By the time the goddess realized what was happening, Samael's figure had already faded into the distance and disappeared into the twilight.

Medusa opened her palms and gazed down intently.

A black scale engraved with a wedge-shaped symbol emitted a faint glow.

A moment later, outside the countermeasures camp.

Inspection complete, time to get back to work!

Samael, having relaxed a little, stretched and lifted the curtain, preparing to get into work mode. But he couldn't help but see a graceful and elegant figure in a white gauze dress already taking over from him, handling administrative affairs and maintaining the camp's operation.

The ancient snake quietly approached, gently placing its hand on the slightly stiff, fragrant shoulder, kneading and smoothing along the meridians to relieve some of the fatigue of the newly appointed government official.

"came back?"

"Um…"

"How is the situation?"

"The situation is not optimistic, but it's not entirely hopeless..."

"Don't worry, there will be a way."

The goddess of justice gently held her lover's arm and softly comforted him.

Samael picked up the white blindfold that had been removed from the table and placed aside, glanced at the goddess of justice who was focused on handling trivial matters, and a complex look flashed across her eyes.

Themis seems to be wearing this thing less and less these days.