Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Very good, now it's your turn to keep your promise..."

Chapter 46 From that day forward, Rome was no more.

Meanwhile, in the city of Seven Hills.

As the sacred tree that sheltered the nation crumbled into pieces, the Romans who witnessed this upheaval stood frozen, their faces pale.

Boom boom boom!

Two deities, their halos gleaming behind them, swung their hands and unleashed a dense beam of magic. The Pantheon, now without support, had its several defensive spells automatically activated, and they shattered in an instant.

Like meteors striking the ground with explosive light, the entire Palatine Mountain trembled violently and began to crumble. The already ravaged Pantheon was teetering on the brink of collapse amidst the relentless bombardment.

To assassinate the progenitor of Rome was to remove the backbone of Rome.

The destruction of the Pantheon was intended to sever the last link between this land and the divine kingdom, crushing the Romans' remaining luck and hope!

This is the moment when stars fall!

boom!Boom!

Just as the Romans, like walking corpses, were filled with despair and their will to resist had plummeted to rock bottom, a thunderous roar, as if summoning lightning, came from the smoke and dust billowing in front of the Pantheon.

"I am the God who created the nation, my destiny is intertwined with Rome..."

With a gaping hole in his chest and his divine core shattered, the imposing figure stood tall, holding the Spear of Creation, letting blood drip onto the ground. His piercing gaze swept over the very origin of the empire, and his deep voice was clear and distinct.

Cyrus and Ramses II frowned slightly, lowered their fingers and palms, and temporarily halted their attack.

As champions, they have their own pride and deserve to give their respectable opponents a dignified exit.

Amidst the eerie calm, gazes filled with sorrow, confusion, or despair focused on the figure on Palatine Mountain heading towards his doom.

The soldiers lowered their heads, their grip on swords and shields loosened, and suppressed sobs echoed from the houses in the streets and alleys of the city, like a funeral dirge.

"After I die, there will be no more Rome..."

Romulus's dejected murmur, which seemed to announce the end of the empire, suddenly rose in pitch, like thunder rumbling across the sky.

"But after I die, the world will be Rome!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the ravaged city.

boom!Boom!

boom!Boom!

boom!Boom!

The guns that shaped the nation roared, and under their guidance, soldiers gripped their weapons tightly again and responded by striking their shields.

"My people, proud Romans, answer me, where is Rome?!"

In an instant, countless Romans who had lost their will to fight raised their heads one by one, and involuntarily pounded their chests with their right fists, letting out a series of roars that grew louder and louder with an almost hysterical tone.

"here!"

"here!"

"here!"

The shouts gradually converged and surged, forming a deafening roar. Ramses II and Cyrus, who thought they had everything under control, couldn't help but freeze in shock.

They underestimated Romulus, the patriarch of the gods, and even more so the Romans.

This is an inclusive nation, a great civilization that has created brilliance and prosperity, and it possesses a tenacious and vigorous vitality.

In the future, even the Eastern Roman Empire, which symbolizes the orthodoxy of Rome, will be completely destroyed when its capital, Byzantium, is conquered.

From that time on, Rome was no more.

However, its civilization and prosperity made the whole of Europe yearn for it, and everyone considered themselves the true successors of Rome. The Holy Roman Empire and the Papal States, which used the Roman flag, rose to prominence in the years that followed.

From that time on, Rome was everywhere in the world.

Although the Roman Empire could not escape the fate of the Persian and Egyptian Empires, disappearing into the annals of history one after another, its lasting influence far surpassed that of the two.

Of course, the two kings of Persia and Egypt were unaware of these things. Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, they looked at each other and came to the same conclusion.

We need to make sure this Roman god-father has some dignity beforehand...

laugh!

In an instant, Cyrus and Ramses II, suppressing their injuries, saw the surrounding etheric light surge down with the rapid chanting of divine words, forming a torrent that engulfed everything.

The Romans, their fighting spirit ignited, were filled with rage, but faced with an overwhelming disparity in strength, they could only watch helplessly as their gods and their faith crumbled under this thunderous blow. Even Romulus, atop the high altar, closed his eyes slightly, accepting his fate with equanimity.

hum!

At the critical moment, more than a dozen hidden divine runes, such as “?”, “?”, “?”, “?”, and “?”, which have the meanings of “protection”, “slowing down”, “defense”, “destiny”, and “miracle”, danced and flew around the great altar, forming a purplish-red pillar of light that shot into the sky and completely intercepted the surging etheric flood.

This is...outside the city!

Cyrus the Great's heart pounded wildly. Without hesitation, he accelerated the gathering of ether particles, gripped the golden greatsword in reverse, and swooped down toward the great altar.

"I forgive with revenge, I trust with betrayal, I despair with hope, I turn light into darkness, and I give darkness to all things in this world."

The seventh trumpet sounds, using the fallen blood of the ancient serpent Satan to forge the sharp edge of time's destruction, re-enacting the apocalypse of the disintegration of all things—Destiny: Collapse!

In an instant, a high-speed divine incantation, like the tremor of thunder, resounded ominously, and a meteorite, burning fiercely with red and black flames, trailed a long fiery tail as it plummeted downwards.

boom!

The hidden, terrifying sharpness, with the force of a thunderbolt, shattered the golden greatsword, pierced through layers of golden light, and plowed a hideous bloody gash on Cyrus's shoulder, sending him flying.

The Persian king, falling from the sky, crashed heavily into the Roman Forum, stirring up dust and debris. The aftershocks of the explosion created a cone-shaped crater more than ten meters deep at the point of impact, surrounded by highly crystallized rock, with radiating cracks stretching for kilometers.

So strong!

Ramses II's pupils contracted sharply. He immediately raised his golden-blue scepter, and the interlocking magic circles of rings and triangles that appeared in front of him converged and focused on the fierce, exploding light and shadow.

The intense sunlight, compressed to its limit, is poised to unleash its power.

laugh!

Just then, a sharp, seven-colored sword light slashed diagonally, shattering the complex magic array gathered by Ramses II, and violently blasting the unsuspecting pharaoh a hundred meters away.

Once Ramses II regained his footing and locked his gaze on the approaching enemy, his face immediately darkened.

"King of the Xiongnu, what are you doing! Are you trying to break the alliance?"

"My orders are to hold you off for half an hour. You can choose to fight... or flee..."

Attila, suspended in mid-air, raised the Sword of the War God and pointed it forward, responding indifferently.

"Insanity!"

The arrogant Pharaoh was nearly driven mad with anger. In a fit of rage, he immediately brandished his scepter and charged forward.

Attila didn't hesitate to gather the star rings, casually cleaving through the hundreds of magical beams that attacked, and raised her sword to meet the challenge.

In mid-air, layers of light exploded, and surging etheric turbulence raged wildly.

This reaction...is there an injury?

As expected, you'll have to pay a price to deal with Romulus.

Let's seize the moment and finish this quickly!

At the same time, Samael's serpentine eyes opened and closed, his gaze flickering eerily. He stomped hard on the ground, using the momentum of the collapsing mountain to propel himself forward. His cross-shaped spear, blazing with red and black flames, was aimed directly at Cyrus the Great, who was trapped at the bottom of the pit in the Roman Forum.

Chapter 47 I Also Have Teammates

"Lord of the Sun, Father of Flames, Mithras, I offer my prayers here, to witness my heart, my thoughts, and what I will accomplish, that the divine may purify the defilement, that light may dispel darkness, and that protection may keep me from misfortune. — Divine Prayer!"

At the same time, amidst the rapid chanting, three arrows—one in front and two behind—burst through the air, carrying the flames of a burning golden sun.

boom!

Samael's eyes flashed with a sharp cross-shaped light pattern. He fired a shot, and the three arrows in mid-air, as powerful as cruise missiles, exploded one after another.

Within the clusters of flames, the pitch-black figure emerged unscathed, surrounded by dozens of shimmering runes in a circular trajectory.

hum!

As the spearhead swung forward, the intense vibrations caused the dozens of runes to become even more activated and vibrate, instantly transforming them into shining stars that plummeted rapidly down from the sky towards a certain point.

not good!

Arash's pupils contracted sharply as he saw the flying runes heading towards his hiding place. He immediately began to leap and dart between the houses and streets.

In an instant, the runes that followed the aura of the great Persian hero exploded along the way, chasing Arash so relentlessly that he could barely protect himself.

But during this delay, Cyrus in the pit regained his senses, immediately got up, smeared his golden greatsword with blood, and solemnly chanted.

"I am the strongest, and I hold all victory in my hands. I will thwart the hostility of all enemies. I will..."

"puff!"

However, before Cyrus the Great could finish his divine incantation and activate the power of the artifact, Samael plummeted from the sky, the blazing lacquer spear crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.

Cyrus the Great acted decisively, stopping the chanting and raising his sword to parry, but an incredible force pressed Cyrus the Great's body several meters into the earth and rocks upon contact.

The Persian king coughed up blood, and blood gushed from the wounds inflicted by the rubble; his spirits were broken.

hum!

Just as he was about to be crushed to pieces, at the critical moment, ten golden halos behind Cyrus the Great suddenly shone brightly.

The long and short golden "minute hand" and "hour hand" in the center point to the images of a ram and a bull, respectively.

"Bah!"

In an instant, the mysterious power of rules surged forth. The ram was the first to raise its head and bleat, its breath weak, and many of its broken bones and torn tendons were healed in the blink of an eye at an incredible speed.

"Moo..."

Immediately afterwards, the bull lowered its head, pawing the ground and roaring. Cyrus the Great, who was completely at a disadvantage, bulged his muscles and, with extraordinary strength, forcefully deflected the downward-pressing cross spear.

The divine nature of the [Bull] grants the user overwhelming superhuman strength and enhances their physical body.

Furthermore, the larger the opponent, the greater the increase in the degree of superhuman strength.

Even so, the power of Cyrus, the Persian military god Vereslana, could not possibly reach the level of Samael in terms of quality.

It should be noted that he was facing the World Serpent, which possessed the "power of the world." In terms of pure strength alone, even Thor could not contend with the monstrous Samael, let alone a mere human god.

Therefore, the enhancement granted by the [Bull] was only enough for Cyrus to barely cope with this monster in human skin.

Samael swept his arm across the ground, carving a hundred-meter-long trench beneath Cyrus the Great's feet. Cyrus staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

But before the opponent could catch his breath, the ancient snake, equally racing against time, charged forward and launched a preemptive attack.

In an instant, the spear's momentum was like a dragon, and although the thrusting and stabbing were restrained and the movements were fluid, each strike was like a thunderbolt falling from the heavens, causing a ten-thousand-meter-high mountain to collapse. If Cyrus was not careful, his divine core would shatter, his intestines would be torn apart, and he would die on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged no less than a hundred blows. Cyrus the Great, who had already depleted nearly half of his magic power and was suffering from hidden injuries, retreated repeatedly, each step spraying blood from his bursting wounds. The golden halo behind him was on the verge of shattering.

boom!

A prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. Cyrus the Great, caught off guard, had a piece of flesh torn open under his ribs by the small branch on the right side of the cross spear, which broke two ribs before violently whipping him away.

After smashing several sculptures on display in the square, the Persian king crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

boom!

However, just as the ancient serpent was about to press its advantage, a blue, chubby creature tens of meters tall descended from the sky, sitting upright and crashing down on him.

"roll!"

With a furrowed brow and a roar, Samael's body erupted with red and black ethereal light, instantly melting the blue fat man with a headscarf and a waist that resembled wisps of smoke.

But the obstacle that had turned into swirling, disintegrating wisps of green smoke instantly coalesced again, only its color had faded considerably. It angrily raised its hand and slapped the enemy.

court death!

Samael sneered, raised his hand, grabbed the monster's index finger, and with a sudden burst of strength, casually threw it over a thousand meters away.

This incongruous yet incredibly impactful scene makes one feel as if they are watching an ant lift up a Tyrannosaurus Rex and throw it, experiencing the intense shock and contrast it brings.

After shaking off the blue, chewy creature, Samael turned back and stared ominously at a spot where Palatino had partially collapsed.

Scheherazade, hiding behind the rubble, was terrified and nearly threw the magic lamp in his hand. The magic power he had just gathered suddenly went berserk and backfired, leaving the sorcerer even more helpless.

At that moment, Samael, sensing something, suddenly reached out and grasped at the air towards the dark-skinned beauty's cleavage.