Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Good food is a sign of good civilization!"

Attila thought for a moment, then nodded slightly with a serious expression.

Food...is that civilized?

The cult has been successfully conducted!

The ancient snake nodded in satisfaction, its smile carrying a profound meaning.

Just as Samael was about to continue his brainwashing work, Attila across from him frowned slightly, a look of pain appearing on his face.

The silver-haired girl immediately poured out a crystal-clear jade fragment from the leather pouch at her waist and raised her hand to put it into her mouth.

However, Attila's wrist was suddenly intercepted by Samael.

The Xiongnu king's pupils contracted slightly, his body muscles tensed, as if he were a tiger whose food had been snatched from its jaws. His expression, which was somewhat blank and naive, instantly exuded a cold and murderous aura, like a fierce god descending upon the world.

"Don't worry, no one's going to take it from you. It's just that I've seen this before."

Samael took out a fragment of a star core from his collection with his left hand and waved it in front of Attila.

The Xiongnu king's gaze was immediately drawn to the fragmented crystals shimmering under the moonlight, and he unconsciously lowered his guard.

"You want to eat this? Come on, I'll teach you a way to eat it."

With a smile, the ancient serpent took a skewer of roasted dragon meat. Under Attila's astonished gaze, it snapped the fragmented crystals between its fingers, crushed them into powder, and sprinkled them evenly on the surface of the meat. Then it roasted it over a fire until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It then handed it back to the Hunnic king, gesturing for her to taste it.

The silver-haired girl tentatively took a bite, her eyes narrowed, her brow relaxed, and she muttered something as she ate.

"Hmm...so civilized..."

After this little episode, the three parties became more familiar with each other. Attila, like a primary school student, sat on a stone stool, resting her chin on her hand, listening attentively to the teachings of a certain "good person" with a serious expression.

Just as the sky has day and night, and people are divided into men and women, the various civilizations, customs, and life forms in the world also have good and bad distinctions, and cannot be swept away indiscriminately.

For example, enjoying delicious food is good civility, while disrupting a meal is bad civility!

Cute things are a sign of good civilization; fearful eyes are a sign of bad civilization!

Making dumplings is a sign of good civilization, but moon-gazing is a sign of bad civilization!

Freebies are a good thing, while triple-clicking is a bad thing, a heretical path!

The 10-pull pity system is a good civilization; FGO's gacha system is a bad civilization!! It deserves the death penalty!!

Well, okay, she didn't quite understand the last one either, but the person who gave her the medicine and treated her to a meal should be the right one!

Attila listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, and even occasionally ate a couple of skewers of meat as a snack.

Samael spoke at length until his throat was dry, and only when the time was right did he tentatively ask questions.

"So, what kind of civilization did the Huns have?"

"What a civilized society!"

Attila answered without hesitation.

"Congratulations, you got it!"

Samael patted the other heavily on the shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement and emotion, then tossed a rather small fragment of Earth's core as a reward, sprinkling it on the roasted meat before handing it to Attila.

The silver-haired girl shuddered, straightened her chest, and gladly accepted the challenge, waiting even more attentively for the next test.

"If one day you were to destroy the world, would you hurt them?"

"will not!"

"Congratulations, you got it right again! And what about the food?"

"What a civilized society!"

"So by analogy, I am the one who creates delicious food, and the red-haired older sister who hands it to you..."

"What a civilized society! I cannot harm you!"

"Congratulations! You've even learned how to answer first!"

Samael placed his hand on Attila's shoulder with a serious expression, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of seeing a promising young man.

"Open your mouth!"

Immediately, the man flicked his finger, and a chip in his palm flew into Attila's mouth.

"Get it!"

Immediately afterward, the ancient serpent cried out in alarm. Another chip was "accidentally" deflected. Attila, who had been sitting obediently on the stone block, heard the sound, suddenly stood up, bent down, opened her mouth, and caught the chip that had fallen from mid-air, swallowing it with satisfaction.

Finally, Samael raised his hand, spread his fingers, and held up the third reward. Without hesitation, Attila leaned forward, lowered her head, and pecked at the man's palm. She opened her mouth and covered it with her pink tongue, sucking the prize into her mouth. A hint of pride and satisfaction appeared on her pretty face as she overcame difficulties and achieved success.

Boudica, standing behind her, gradually recalled the process of taming wolves into dogs in her tribe. She couldn't help but cover her eyes and rub her forehead, unable to look directly at the scene that shattered her values ​​and worldview.

However, as the excitement subsided, Attila frowned, his expression becoming more confused and solemn.

“But the Great Shaman says that you are the enemy, and the enemy should be annihilated!”

The silver-haired girl's right hand restlessly reached for the sword of the god of war again, and Boudica, whose heart was taut, was once again on high alert.

However, Samael held Boudica back, unmoved, and looked at Attila with a smile, asking leading questions.

"If you annihilate all the enemies, will you have food different from that of the Huns? If we die, there will be no one to cook this for you."

"..."

"The more people you kill, does the fear in their eyes really decrease?"

"..."

"If the world is destroyed, all the lovely and beautiful things will be reduced to ashes, including your people, who will inevitably pay a bloody price for it. Is this the result you want to see?"

"...Then...what to do? Destruction is my duty, civilization...uh, bad civilization, is my nemesis..."

"Crush their civilization without destroying their lives!"

After several roundabout turns, Samael suddenly stood up, revealing his true intentions. His eyes were dark and gleaming, and his tone was full of meaning.

"And to defeat them, you must first become them! So, whether it's a good civilization or a bad civilization, you must study and understand it thoroughly."

As the sun rose, its rays scattered golden fragments across the earth. The man standing with his back to the sun resembled a perfect sculpture painted with gold powder. Attila stared at him in a daze for a long, long time.

The sun was high in the sky, and on the vast grassland, the green grass swayed and undulated in the wind. A streak of seven-colored light fell into the domed tent with its flags raised in front of it.

"Your Majesty, didn't you go to find a dragon beast for transportation? Why did you return on foot? Has the two-legged wyvern you found before moved to a different nest?"

An elderly man, holding a rattan cane and with paint smeared on his face, curtsied and asked the question that troubled him.

"Hmm... I like it very much... I'll get a couple more..."

After a moment's hesitation, the cool whisper revealed a different kind of brilliance in Attila's indifferent eyes as she sat on the throne.

"Yes, Your Majesty. However, we are running out of time. You need to make preparations as soon as possible."

The old shaman bowed and nodded, accepting the order and leaving, but before leaving, he turned back and whispered a reminder.

However, the figure on the seated seat did not hear the old shaman's advice at all, and instead muttered some inexplicable words.

"Hmm...it tastes good...so civilized..."

Chapter Thirty-One: The Angler on the Chaotic Sea (4/4)

Star Vanguard... Star Core Fragment...

Attila... Sefalou...

In the dimly lit, enclosed room, Samael sat on the edge of the bed, picked up a chip, and shone it in the ray of sunlight filtering through the window, revealing an inverted galaxy within. His brow furrowed and then relaxed as he pondered in a daze.

If she is truly reclaiming her roots and tracing her origins, hopefully this initially implanted philosophy will play a crucial role when necessary.

The ancient serpent murmured, then gently rubbed its throbbing temples. After a moment of calm, it took out a black scale engraved with wedge-shaped runes and infused it with ether.

But after several flashes of light and shadow, the scales dimmed again, receiving no response whatsoever.

So, where exactly did Themis and the Mother Goddess go? What are they doing? Why can't we contact them now?

Despite being used to the failure of the verification, Samael was still unwilling to give up.

In fact, ever since he fell into the Norse world and awakened as Jormungandr, he had never stopped trying to communicate with the mother goddess Tiamat and the goddess of justice Themis.

After all, whether it was his connection to the power of the mother goddess Tiathmat, or the serpent he had left with his old lover Themis, they could theoretically establish a certain degree of communication.

However, despite countless attempts, no progress was made in communication. The only thing Samael could confirm through a psychic connection was that everyone seemed to be still alive.

Of course, this is not limited to Greece. With the connection of the world bubble and the rapid decline of the Age of Gods, there are virtually no records of gods walking on earth in recent years in places like Greece, Rome, Persia, and Egypt.

Therefore, the proxy wars waged by believers and nations to spread the will and faith of the gods have intensified in recent years.

The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs!

War and rituals are often inextricably linked.

War brings bloodshed and slaughter, but it is also a ritual to please and awaken the gods, because it can gather the spirits of the dead and sacrifice their immense power to the gods they worship.

Furthermore, a portion of the power that is retained can even be fed back by the gods and bestowed upon believers to create artificial deities.

For example, the patriarchs of the Roman Empire, the pharaohs of Egypt, Cyrus the Great of Persia...

Therefore, the war between humans is both a prelude to the war between gods and an extension of the war between gods.

If we can understand the situation of this war and unravel the deep-seated secrets, we might find clues to the disappearance of the gods.

However, he always felt that this war was not so simple.

Completely baffled, Samael had a terrible headache and had no choice but to give up the investigation. He helplessly rubbed his temples to relieve the pressure.

Indeed, given the current situation, even if I went to Greece beforehand, I might not find any leads. For now, I'll leave the initial investigation to my old friend Scáthach. Once I arrive, we'll make a final decision.

Here, we'll go to Rome first and try to get some information from Romulus, the ancestor of the gods, and the Romanized Greek gods.

Secondly, if necessary, they could detour through Persia; perhaps they would make a discovery.

After all, the land where Persia was located was once Mesopotamia.

He is now unsure whether Ishtar, Ereshkigal, Enkidu, Gilgamesh, and the others remained in Greece or returned to Paradise Lost after the war of the Titans.

Afterwards, starting from the Persian Gulf, they retraced the route to Greece through the chaotic seas.

If the dragon body of the mother goddess Tiamat is still in exile and adrift, there should be clues along the way.

Having made up his mind, Samael pondered for a moment, rubbing his temples and nodding to himself.

After resting for a while and calming down, the ancient snake estimated that it was mealtime and got up to go outside.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the First Princess, who was being punished with a basin of water on her head, a bucket of water in her hand, her legs pressed against a stone, her body swaying precariously, and a mournful face, and Boudica in front of her with a fierce look on her face. He immediately winked at her with schadenfreude.

What's this called? Mother's love is like water... a flood bursting its banks!

The ancient serpent smiled ruthlessly, carrying the food, and deliberately walked past the hungry First Princess, slowing down and lingering in front of her.

The first princess was caught off guard when stones fell on her and the water basin overturned. Boudica, without any mercy, raised a wooden stick and beat her mercilessly, targeting the fleshy and sensitive spots. The unlucky, resilient girl screamed in agony.

What's this called? Fatherly love is like a mountain... landslide!

You wanted it, didn't you? I'll give you a set of love-based education materials for free first.

Samael's expression was mocking, his eyes wicked. The two elders of the First Princess exchanged glances and nodded, smiling slightly, with a tacit understanding between them.

Meanwhile, in the Persian Gulf.

The chaotic sea was turbulent, yet the vast, blowing etheric torrent automatically split apart before the small boat, flowing around it from both sides.

On the drifting boat, a middle-aged man with a light yellow beard, dressed in a moon-white coarse cloth robe, sat steadily. He exuded an imposing and majestic aura. He was tall, with fair skin, a high nose, and three-dimensional features. His lines combined strength and gentleness. His fair hands, free of calluses, held a fishing rod firmly. His deep-set brown eyes were dark and piercing. He gazed silently at the slightly bobbing float, unmoved.

This is just a test before the bait is taken; one needs to remain calm to reap any rewards. However, given the nature of these creatures, it will be soon.

hum!

Just as the experienced angler was intently waiting for his prey, a low tremor came from behind him. The dark shadow that was about to bite the hook suddenly darted a hundred meters away and disappeared into the chaotic waves.

"I have said before, do not bother me unless necessary. You had better give me a reasonable explanation."

The middle-aged man looked at the ripples on the water, frowned coldly, and the surrounding air instantly dropped by tens of degrees. A layer of pale blue ice crystals even appeared on the surface of the Chaotic Sea.

Behind them, two figures emerged from the magic circle. Whether it was Xerxes, with his delicate and handsome appearance and eloquent speech, or Darius I, tall, strong, and skilled in battle, both lowered their heads, their foreheads dripping with cold sweat. They were like children who had done something wrong and had run into their parents, offering dry explanations, because they were facing the founder of the Persian Empire and a living god.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, news has arrived... This is your reply..."

"Oh? Let me see it..."