Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In recent years, Greece has gradually become the target of envy and hostility, with Egyptians, Carthaginians, and Persians all wanting a piece of it.

Even though their predecessors, under the banner of Hellenism, allied with Rome and recruited Macedonia, forming a united front, they remained weak when other behemoths rose to power.

Now, both the gods of Mount Ares and the Roman gods have gradually disappeared, and no one knows what has happened in the sky.

If a war of gods were to break out at this moment, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't think so much. If this war is related to the gods, then humanity's victory will become insignificant, and we can't even get involved in this battlefield. You might as well spend this time drinking with me."

Alexander patted Leonidas on the shoulder, rousing his contemplative friend, and with a light laugh, extended an invitation.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! I've lost weight recently!"

Upon hearing that he could get a free meal, Caesar immediately perked up and urged the two forward hastily without giving them a chance to speak.

"makes sense……"

Leonidas couldn't help but smile wryly as he recalled the attitude of the council chamber on Mount Ares.

Now, Greece and Rome, these two unfortunate brothers, are surrounded by enemies on all sides and are too busy to defend themselves. Once the war breaks out in full force, whichever chain breaks first, the incoming foreign enemies will sweep across the Mediterranean with overwhelming force.

To turn the tide, unless... a surprise attack comes from the heavens!

Meanwhile, in the chaotic sea.

A torrent of ether surged, and patches of magical light patterns flickered on and off. As the giant waves broke through, hundreds of Viking warships with their sails hoisted high sailed silently through the churning mist, like ferocious beasts.

Inside the three-story, hundred-meter-tall flagship, surrounded and protected, berserkers and druids were concentrated in the lower and middle sections to ensure the ship's operation, while the figures standing on the top deck were beautiful young women wearing hoods and holding shields and spears.

"Yeah..."

The door was gently pushed open, and a tall, elegant figure with a calm demeanor emerged from the bedroom, draped in a robe. Beautiful young women, holding shields and spears, bowed respectfully.

The man with long, black hair waved his hand dismissively, stopping the formalities. He glanced at the still murky sea, then yawned and casually asked a question.

"How is the fleet in condition?"

"Everything is normal, Your Highness."

"Thank you all for your hard work during my break..."

"No, with Warrior King Sigurd, Blood Axe King Eric, Wartooth King Harald, and Dragon Slayer Beowulf in charge, those berserkers and druids are all very well-behaved."

"By the way, how long have we been sailing since we left Midgard?"

"It's only been two days and seven hours, Your Highness. It's still nighttime. You can get some more sleep."

A Valkyrie, dressed in a blue and black gown, with light green hair partially obscuring her eyes and purple pupils reflecting dreamlike colors, stepped forward, gently touched her chest, and responded softly.

As she spoke, the Valkyrie peeked through the crack in the door and saw a graceful figure wrapped in a velvet quilt, with her purple hair flowing freely and her head buried in the pillow, her expression suggestive.

The man's gaze fell on the slightly mischievous smile on the Valkyrie's face. He stretched and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Forget it, I can't sleep with you all watching like this. Brunhilde, since you're so free, why don't you come with me for a walk on the ship?"

"If this is your will, I...I..."

The Valkyrie, caught off guard by the question, lowered her head somewhat awkwardly, a blush creeping onto her pretty face.

"You don't want to go? Then who's on duty today? It seems like it's Hilde, Slud, and Otlind..."

"They're busy! I'll take on the responsibility of protecting His Highness Jormungandr!"

At this moment, the timid Valkyrie suddenly raised her head, her expression solemn, and righteously accepted the mission, like a warrior bravely facing death.

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Chapter Two New Achievement Unlocked – “Father's Avenger”

On the Viking warship, a dark-haired man descended from the top deck of the flagship and boarded different ships, casually walking around to inspect them. Whether they were noble druids or arrogant berserkers, they all subconsciously lowered their heads and beat their chests in respect.

After all, they had just met this man yesterday, who effortlessly defeated four great heroes renowned throughout the Norse world: Sigurd the Warrior King, Eric the Blood Axe King, Harald the Wartooth King, and Beowulf the Dragon Slayer.

Moreover, they had entered a berserk state.

Admiring warriors and following the strong is a principle followed by the Norse people, and this great man's unparalleled strength naturally deserves this honor.

Along the way, the number of people carried on the more than one hundred warships was actually not large, only a mere three thousand, but they were mostly elite troops.

However, the items piled up in the ship's hold were mainly furs, mead, medicinal herbs, ores, magic materials, alchemical creations, and other products.

They seem to possess characteristics of both a fleet and a merchant ship.

Tsk, that old fox Odin, he's still half-believing me...

Just as the dark figure stood in front of the hatch, muttering to himself, the Valkyrie, who had been following closely behind with her head down, forgot to stop for a moment and bumped her head into someone's back.

"I'm...I'm sorry...Jormungandr..."

Realizing her rudeness, Brunhilde looked flustered, buried her already bowed head even deeper, and hurriedly apologized.

"Ok?"

However, before she could finish recounting the legend of the female warrior, the nasal sound coming from above her head made her stop, stammering out a somewhat awkward and difficult pronunciation.

“Samael…Your Highness Samael…”

Named Jormungandr, but actually an ancient serpent of Samael, he nodded in satisfaction, not forgetting to remind him again.

"We will be arriving in Greece soon. To make things easier, you need to adapt. Remember to call me by this name from now on."

As his true name was mentioned, Samael, leaning against the ship's railing and gazing at the chaotic sea, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, reflecting on his experiences over the past thousand years.

In the battle at the Temple of the End back then, he wasn't really foolish enough to want to die; rather, he chose to live in the face of death under dire circumstances.

That God was more afraid of death than he had anticipated; the moment his divine body collapsed, he simply cut off his tail and ran away.

Samael, through the cyclical life and death of the ouroboros, ensured the immortality of his soul and memories.

Furthermore, the clash between his own and Marduk's powers caused the Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers to fracture, causing the nearby Norse World Bubble to rise and be torn open.

Escaping to Northern Europe to recuperate and rebuild one's life is naturally an excellent choice.

Coincidentally, the moment his soul fell into the Norse world, it resonated with the newborn serpent that the Asgardian gods had released into the deep sea.

In fact, this little guy is Jormungandr, the mortal serpent that killed Thor in the legendary Ragnarok.

According to the Icelandic epic Edda, the length of Jormungandr's adult life was such that it could encircle the entire Norse world from head to tail.

It represents the power of the world and is also known as the "World Serpent" or the "Serpent Encircling the World".

Therefore, Jormungandr is also one of the origins of the ouroboros image.

This coincides with another form of Samael, the "Ouroboros," which shares divinity and concept.

One was a soul that had lost its divine body but possessed innate intelligence and wisdom, and the other was a powerful magical beast with only the instinctive desire to eat. Thus, they achieved a perfect fusion.

It was as if everything was meant to be this way.

So, after ending his sinful life as a snake in Greece, he reformed himself in Northern Europe and became a snake again.

In fact, describing the newly reborn World Serpent Jormungandr as having undergone a complete transformation is not an exaggeration at all...

This culprit, who was supposed to initiate the final war and destroy the Norse gods, has surprisingly become the key to preventing Ragnarok from erupting.

Because he not only replaced Loki, the god of mischief, as the representative of the frost giants, but was also an ally of Odin, the king of the Aesir, and held a pivotal position in Asgard.

This situation arose because the Norse Age, based on the World Tree "Yogtralis," was divided into nine regions, namely:

The upper three levels are Asgard, where the Aesir gods reside; Muspelheim, where the fire giants reside; and Alfheim, where the elves reside.

The middle three layers are Midgard, where humans reside; Jotunheim, where the frost giants reside; and Vanaheim, where the Vanir gods reside.

The three lower levels are Swartheim, where the dwarfs reside; Helheim, where the souls of the dead return; and Niflheim, the icy world.

The Aesir, Vanir, Frost Giants, and Fire Giants were originally forces that balanced the four corners of the world.

But Odin, the king of the Aesir gods, was quite bold. He sacrificed one of his eyes to drink from the Well of Wisdom, gaining extraordinary wisdom and foresight.

Afterwards, through a revelation of fate, he hung himself upside down under the World Tree for nine days and nine nights as a sacrifice, ultimately conquering the pillar of the world and comprehending the 24 original runes, thus gaining powerful authority.

The Aesir rose rapidly, gradually disrupting the four-cornered balance of the Norse pantheon.

Furthermore, Odin married Frigg, the most beautiful goddess of the Vanir, as his queen, thus winning over the Vanir.

The Aesir god-king then humbled himself and forged a blood oath with Loki, the son of the Frost Giant King, and the two became sworn brothers. Loki gladly accepted the Aesir's offer to settle in Asgard and become the god of mischief.

As Odin continued his plans, the Aesir grew stronger day by day.

When the Earth Goddess gave birth to Thor, and the Queen Frigga gave birth to Baldr, the God of Light, and Hodr, the God of Darkness, the Aesir's power reached unprecedented heights, making them the most powerful and dominant force in the land.

But a crisis followed.

The Aesir gods grew increasingly arrogant, and even when they forced the Frost Giants and Vanir gods to submit, it was mainly through Loki's deception and the gods' breach of contract, all for the benefit of Asgard.

Meanwhile, within Asgard itself, conflicts were rampant, with frequent internal strife and escalating clashes.

Amidst this storm, Odin foresaw the future of Ragnarok and began to frequently instigate wars, selecting fallen warriors from the human world to enter Valhalla and strengthen the power of the Aesir.

With the arrival of Lokina's three offspring, who were accompanied by ominous signs at birth—Fenrir the giant wolf, Jormungandr the world serpent, and Hela the goddess of death—the Aesir, the god-king who foresaw the impending crisis, decisively imprisoned Fenrir, threw Jormungandr into the deep sea, and sent Hela to the underworld.

This autocratic approach, coupled with the cold treatment he received from the Aesir, completely exacerbated the relationship between Loki and Odin.

When the god of mischief completely backfired by tricking the god of darkness, Hodr, into killing his brother, the god of light, Baldr, with a curse of mistletoe, the two sides became bitter enemies.

Thus, the Frost Giants joined forces with Surt, the King of the Fire Giants, to wage a divine war against the Aesir and Vanir gods.

In the end, Jormungandr and Thor perished together, Odin was bitten to death by Fenrir, and Fenrir was killed by the forest god Vida... The gods, who were in a bloodthirsty frenzy, mostly perished together, and the World Tree was also burned by the Fiery Demon Sword of the Fire Giant King Surt. The nine kingdoms collapsed, and everything headed towards destruction and the end.

In the past, Samael would have chosen to secretly develop his strength, waiting until he was powerful enough to strike first and kill the Aesir gods.

However, his experiences in the Greek world led him to reconcile with the gods.

He had no ambition for the theocracy in Northern Europe, so why not try to choose the path of peaceful coexistence when mutual benefit is possible?

Therefore, Samael, who knew the future, secretly conversed with Odin, the wise man, on the condition that they jointly prevent Ragnarok. He replaced a certain unreliable god of mischief and gradually became the spokesperson for the Frost Giants.

In a sense, he was following the fine tradition of the Age of Gods, laughing as the father bid farewell to the son, and stabbing Loki in the back.

Now, Fenrir and Hela have grown up and shown extraordinary strength. Regardless of whether the Frost Giants side with the Aesir, the Vanir, or the Fire Giants, it will completely change the landscape of Norse mythology.

As the person in charge, Samael's attitude carries considerable weight in the Asgardian realm.

For example, the dispatch of the Viking fleet to explore the Chaos Seas was done by Odin, who overruled objections and tacitly approved it.

For this reason, he also sent his daughter Brunhilde to protect the safety of his allies.

"boom!"

Just as the ancient serpent was deep in thought, a muffled sound came, and the ship shook violently, almost capsizing. It seemed that some enormous object was ramming into the hull.

Samael narrowed his snake eyes, immediately composed himself, and led Brunhilde to the source of the sound.

Chapter Three: You won't even call me adoptive father!

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The Viking warship shook violently, and several druids in robes were thrown out of the building, about to fall into the surging waves of chaos.

"careful!"

At the last second, Samael and Brunhilde darted to the left and right, grabbed their limbs, and pulled them back onto the deck.

"What happened?"

The ancient serpent mentioned a druid who was relatively emotionally stable, and asked with a frown.

"That lady...she seems to have gone mad!"

The druid was pale, his eyes filled with terror as he looked into the room.

"boom!"

At the same time, a beam of red and black magic surged out from the door. A figure wearing black dragon-scale armor and holding a longsword wrapped in cypress branches blocked the attack, leaving two scorch marks on the ship's deck before being blasted onto the deck.

Once the man regained his balance, the closed head armor automatically disengaged, revealing a composed and handsome face beneath his disheveled black and white long hair.

"Sigurd, you guard the outside, I'm going in to check!"

Upon seeing this, Samael's expression hardened, and he became somewhat serious.

"As you command, sir!"

The warrior king nodded solemnly, waved to summon the nearby druids, and they set up a barrier to seal off the area. However, Siegfried, standing at the door, hesitated to speak as he watched Samael enter the house.