Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

hum!

As General Tabad waved and shouted, Samael and Leonidas locked eyes, their bodies tensing instantly, the terrifying explosive force causing a piercing vibration in the air.

The bulging muscles, like angry dragons writhing and crawling through flesh and blood, creaked and groaned continuously from the two clenched palms.

A careful observer could even clearly see the deep indentations left by the two people's feet as they stepped into the mud.

"Good lad! You've made a lot of progress again!"

Leonidas snorted softly, his steel teeth clenched, and he gathered his strength. Beneath his bronze skin, veins bulged, and his frozen arm gradually shifted.

"You're...not bad either..."

Samael buried his head deep, forcing out his body's potential with all his might, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a response, his face flushed as he launched a counterattack.

This doesn't feel right!

Leonidas, who had been holding the upper hand, suddenly changed his expression and noticed the arm that was close by. Its muscles were writhing and twisting strangely, like a giant python strangling him, making it extremely difficult to grasp.

Wow, they had something up their sleeve!

Instead of being angry, the Yanmen Guardian was delighted, enjoying the clash of physical strength even more, with bulging veins climbing up his forehead.

Similarly, Samael was also in bad shape; his flushed face and bloodshot eyes clearly showed that he had pushed himself to the limit.

The two humanoid beasts were locked in a stalemate, their bodies steaming with heat, and fine sweat seeped out, gathering into streams that dripped down their skin.

Meanwhile, thousands of Uruk soldiers in the camp, eager to watch the spectacle, raised their spears, rhythmically banged on their shields, and shouted in unison.

"Sparta!"

"Sparta!"

"Sparta!"

"boom!"

Finally, the deafening roar of a landslide and tsunami resounded, and the clay wall, which had been covered with cracks, turned to dust.

Amidst the smoke and dust, two arms, one above the other, indicated the outcome of the battle.

Chapter 49 If the hardware isn't enough, the software will make up for it (Second Update)

"As for it?"

Samael clutched his swollen, dislocated wrist, winced and gasped, his gaze lingering resentfully as he looked at Leonidas, who was rubbing his muscles beside him.

"General Leonidas has won again!"

The Uruk soldiers watching from one side, their necks craned, wore expressions of delight and pride.

"Win my ass! We're overtime!"

Leonidas, slumped on the ground, snorted irritably, his slightly trembling hands pressed against the ground, his chest heaving.

Veteran Tabad, who was in charge of timing, nodded solemnly, which was considered a confirmation of the match result.

"That…"

Samael hesitated slightly, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

"The Spartans disdain lying. If you want to learn javelin throwing, you can come to me anytime..."

Leonidas rolled his eyes, swayed to his feet, and then spread his arms to give the bad guy a polite hug, signifying a friendly end to the competition.

"What future can you have hanging out with those women at the sacrificial site? Join the city defense army, and I can teach you anything you want to learn."

During the farewell, the future Spartan king, who cherished Samael's physical talent, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Why don't you try saying that to Siduri's face?"

Samael, with a mocking expression, casually bumped fists with Leonidas, leaving the future Spartan king speechless.

His equipment, supplies, and even the ale he could enjoy and relax with were all controlled by the high priest.

If he didn't want to eat dry rations every day, he would only grumble about Samael in private.

As a Spartan, Leonidas knew very well that there were some women he simply couldn't afford to mess with.

The experience of our ancestor Hercules is a tragic example.

This Hercules is powerful enough, right? Famous enough, right? Yet he still fell victim to two women in a row.

One is Hera, the goddess known as the "illegitimate child killer" and "lover terminator," and the other is his remarried wife who forced him to commit suicide to escape his fate.

However, as Samael turned and walked towards the convoy, preparing to escort the discarded weapons and monster corpses back to report,

Leonidas suddenly noticed that someone's right hand, which had just been clearly dislocated, was now perfectly fine.

Wait... something feels off?

Although this kid lost more than he won, now that I think about it, why did he win mostly in the few games where he had bet heavily?

I didn't turn on the water either...

The guard of Yanmen, stroking his chin, gradually sensed something was amiss, and his gaze as he watched Samael depart grew increasingly strange.

Tsk, I actually fell for this guy's trick.

As Leonidas gradually began to understand, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh inwardly.

Meanwhile, Samael, who was escorting supplies, noticed the change in the gaze behind him and immediately realized that he was about to be replaced by someone else to fleece, which made him feel a little regretful.

By afternoon, the tools recovered from the vehicle had been handed over to the forging workshop for inspection and polishing.

Aside from certain rare species or other valuable monsters, most monster corpses are, as is customary, thrown into a separate compartment in the sacrificial grounds.

Tasks such as skinning for armor, removing bones and flesh, and harvesting venom sacs are handled by other professionals.

Of course, these professional dismemberment teams also included Samael, who was quite skilled in the art.

As a chosen one of Tiamat who wields the power of beasts and possesses the blueprint for the spirit origins of magical beasts, the ancient serpent dissected these unfortunate souls who could barely be considered its own kind with great ease.

Every day, he cuts into pieces dozens or even hundreds of different kinds of monster corpses.

It was because of the heroic sacrifice of these unfortunate souls that Samael accumulated rich experience in understanding the structure of magical beasts.

Furthermore, during this process, his Beast Power continuously grows stronger by constantly reclaiming the traces of life essence remaining in the bodies of magical beasts.

Correspondingly, although the power provided by various types of magical beasts was weak, their sheer number accumulated and activated the three magical beast spirit base diagrams within their bodies.

Samael's attributes increased rapidly during this period, which was due to this.

According to these three spirit origin diagrams, seven of the racial talents belonging to the [eleven magical beasts] have been awakened by themselves.

Among them, "Raging Lion" Ulidem brings "Speed ​​Boost" and "Beast Instinct".

The Lionhead Storm Demon Ugal is endowed with "Wind Attribute Perception", "Minor Fire Resistance", and "Muscle and Bone Endurance".

The talents that "Angry Serpent" Mushhuhu has unlocked are "Water Adaptation" and "Thick Armor".

In addition, through communication and resonance with the goddess Tiamat, and by constantly dismantling the remains of these magical beasts, he awakened the second talent bestowed upon him by the Mother Goddess of Origin.

That is—superhuman strength!

Unlike the degraded magical beast racial talents, which have a fixed increase and negligible effect, the monstrous strength he possesses is an evolutionary method that allows physical strength to accumulate continuously.

Like [Self-Modification], this talent has enormous potential for growth.

Samael can enhance his power by absorbing the remaining blood and energy from the corpses of those magical beasts.

Even though the conversion rate is currently quite limited, it's still incredibly high.

In just one month, without using divine power, his physical strength was already comparable to that of the descendant of the mighty god.

Of course, if it's for real and they go all out, he'll still have to kneel down.

After all, strictly speaking, when the goddess of monsters stole the power of Tiamat and used humans as raw materials to mass-produce the [Eleven Monsters], she only incorporated fragments of divine power into the bodies of these monsters.

What Samael has been doing is absorbing and recycling those tiny fragments of divine power from the bodies of magical beasts.

Although it appears that he has handled as many as a thousand monster corpses.

However, these are all species that have been severely degraded for countless generations, and when they are alive, the source of divine power within them is pitifully small.

Not to mention what happens after death; the meager amount of gold salvaged from the sand wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.

The divine power within Leonidas was far purer and more powerful than that of the ragtag army cobbled together by Samael.

In addition to the gap in combat experience and the enhancement from the Spirit Summoning Technique, he still has a long way to go before he can defeat Leonidas head-on.

However, although his physical attributes of divine blood and divine power were lacking, the power bestowed upon him by the god Tiamat, as the software driving his self-evolution, was top-notch.

If Samael can overcome the hurdle of the third Mesopotamian storm, his potential for growth will far surpass that of this descendant of Hercules.

Peeling…removing bones…absorbing…transforming…

Samael patiently repeated the tedious work, like panning for gold in the sand, extracting fragments of divine power from a large pile of flesh and waste.

As the sun began to set and dusk approached, the ancient snake reluctantly put down its tools, untied its apron, and emerged from the partitioned room.

Yes, it's time to pick up Anna.

Chapter 50 The Director of the Uruk Meat Processing Plant (Third Update)

"Twelve Mushuhushu, twenty-seven Ulidim, three Ugal..."

"You've accomplished so much again today? You've worked hard..."

At the sacrificial site, Siduri, who came to check the numbers and distribute the bonuses as usual, was already used to Samael's behavior.

Meanwhile, a group of people, some curious, some amazed, and some strange, looked at this famous figure from the sacrificial site who occupied a separate room.

It was already somewhat unbelievable that they could escape all the way from the monster-infested north to Uruk.

What's more, he often spends the whole day holed up in the dismantling room, indulging in the pleasure of dismembering monsters.

Some even saw this guy alone in the house, holding a razor, giving a creepy smile to a pile of shredded meat.

That feeling was truly terrifying.

Therefore, for a period of time, his colleagues kept their distance from him.

However, it was later rumored that because this heroic soldier witnessed his comrades being brutally murdered one by one by the monsters, his mind gradually became twisted, and he vented his anger and sorrow on the monster corpses.

In addition, it's quite normal when someone doesn't divide Warcraft.

People couldn't help but feel sorry for the person's plight and sighed inwardly.

However, various titles containing bloody and grotesque connotations inadvertently spread.

"The butcher of the sacrificial site!"

"Babylonian Dismemberment Maniac!"

"Uruk's professional executioner!"

Unaware that he had become a pervert in the eyes of others, Samael greeted the group of onlookers in a friendly manner, receiving a large number of stiff and fake smiles in return.

The approachable high priest smiled, refrained from exposing these wild speculations, offered a few words of encouragement, and settled the wages in a straightforward manner.

Samael weighed it in his hand and could roughly hear the clattering of a dozen or so silver shards inside. He smiled and thanked them.

Collecting fragments of divine power and earning money at the same time—this kind of job couldn't be more awesome.

If the crisis hadn't just begun and Uruk wasn't in danger of being destroyed, he would have preferred to continue indefinitely.

Outside the gate, Siduri waved to the logistics personnel of the sacrificial site, instructing them to transport the separated bones, flesh, fur, and poison sacs to different facilities for maximum efficiency.

While his subordinates were moving things, the high priest, who had some free time, pondered to this outstanding employee, expressing the subtle goodwill of a certain arrogant hero king.

"The king has already given instructions that you may ask me for anything you need..."

"I'm doing very well here, and I have no other desires."

The ancient snake, leaning against the totem pole, reacted very calmly, its gaze towards the sky gradually becoming more profound.

"Besides, it seems that nothing is more difficult than surviving. We don't need to think about anything else for now. We all have to work hard for this pure goal."

Siduri put away the clay tablet, sighed softly, and seemed deeply moved.

Unlike Samael, who was confined to the dissection room and focused on dissections, she, as an executor of government orders, naturally had a wider range of contact with people and things.

The Mesopotamian world was undergoing dramatic changes, and not every Sumerian city-state had such a heroic king who could turn the tide.