Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Fighting them was none other than a giant with deformed limbs, standing a hundred meters tall, while at the core of the monsters was a white, ferocious god bearing a star ring on his back and wielding a seven-colored lightsaber.

Greek Cataclysm: The Battle of the Titans!

Samael's pupils constricted slightly. He patiently tried, and finally grasped the Spear of Creation. With its divine power resonating, he opened the box, and the secret hidden inside was slowly revealed in the firelight.

This is……

The ancient serpent picked up a metal longbow and the only remaining thick arrow engraved with intricate divine patterns from a groove at the bottom of the box, slightly taken aback.

Samael examined the arrow for a moment, his gaze falling on the patterns on the arrow shaft. His eyes flickered, and he turned to look at the young white-robed priests behind him.

"Does anyone know where this thing comes from?"

However, the crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, and under the gaze of this deity, they all shook their heads.

Because the Assassins infiltrated the Pantheon and carried out a surprise assassination, the older generation, who were carrying on many secrets, suffered heavy casualties, and the continuation of knowledge naturally experienced a break.

"The Pantheon's initial construction and annual renovations are documented, and the divine runes passed down by various races after their submission are also recorded in the archives!"

Fortunately, a quick-thinking young man offered Samael some advice.

"Very good. Take them to the archives and collect and organize all the relevant information. Deliver it to the palace council chamber two hours later!"

Samael patted the young man on the shoulder kindly to show encouragement and approval, then his gaze fell on the bronze box, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"As for this, I'll take it and study it first."

After saying this, the ancient serpent circled around, and finding nothing more, it carried the bronze box back to the Roman palace.

Chapter Fifty-Four: This Kiss is Poisonous!

As night deepened, the lights in the council chamber still flickered in the cold wind.

Having worked diligently and resolved his trivial matters ahead of schedule, Nero, accompanied by Brunhilde, had already returned to his little nest in a daze and fallen into a deep sleep.

Since Rome could not withstand another upheaval of royal power, the Valkyrie became the roommate of the Rose Emperor, responsible for Nero's safety by protecting him 24 hours a day.

At this moment, only Samael, who was used to being alone when he was thinking, remained in the empty hall.

Time slips away like sand through fingers, while the rustling sound of pages turning on the desk never ceases.

After quickly browsing through the mountain of documents and jotting down keywords that filled two parchment pages, Samael finally managed to piece together the general outline of how this thing circulated.

Based on fragmented documents and vague records, this item was probably one of the many precious items brought from the city of Troy by the earliest fleeing Trojans when the city fell.

It was actually a medium given to the Trojans by Ares, the god of war, Apollo, the god of light, and Artemis, the goddess of the moon, during the Trojan War, to be used to sound the war horn and transmit special signals.

The titles are also simply named according to the divine inscriptions they belong to, namely, [Bow of Apollo] and [Arrow of Artemis].

However, for some unknown reason, after one of the two arrows was used, the result was not satisfactory.

Therefore, this longbow, which was more decorative than practical, along with the remaining arrow, was sealed in a bronze box and, during the construction of the Pantheon, was enshrined in the foundation as a relic of Ares, the god of war.

Later, as time went by, the Trojans became Romans, and the Romans went through several generations of rise and fall, long ago forgetting about this flashy but impractical thing.

If Samael hadn't visited the Pantheon tonight and used divine resonance to explore the entire Pantheon, accidentally sensing the existence of this thing, it would probably have remained sealed beneath the stone slab, never to see the light of day again.

That's it!

Under the lamplight, Samael picked up the parchment containing the records and reviewed its history once more. When his gaze fell upon a particular record of the Trojan War, he suddenly understood and a smile crept onto his lips.

The thing malfunctioned, and this is how it happened...

The ancient snake shook its head, raised its hand to massage its aching temples for a moment, then leisurely exhaled the stale air from its chest. It picked up the longbow and heavy arrows from the box and walked into the courtyard.

Immediately, Samael raised his hand and threw a snake scale into the sacred fire burning in the center of the courtyard, then raised an arrow and dipped the arrowhead into it.

Instantly, the cone tip, engraved with divine runes, absorbed the flames and was violently ignited, like a star that had fallen to earth, illuminating a large area of ​​darkness.

Immediately following, the runes on the arrow shaft, as red as blood, pulsed with light, echoing and resonating with each other in a rhythmic flash.

Samael stepped forward, stopped, and with three fingers of his right hand on the bowstring, he channeled a surge of divine power into it. With a series of creaking and trembling sounds, the longbow was fully drawn, its runes flashing.

A fierce wind howled in the courtyard, and crimson mist seeped from the surrounding bricks, stones, grass, and trees, gathering and swirling around the ancient serpent. It was as if one could faintly hear the sounds of intense clashes of weapons and hysterical roars from within.

"Torchlight in the sky, beacon fires of heroes, dispel the darkness, burning eternally as before... Go, tell them, war has come!"

Samael turned to face the arrows, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured in a divine voice.

When the runes on the longbow and arrows fully illuminated and resonated, he immediately released them. A sharp whistling sound tore through the air, ripping apart the gloomy darkness of the sky, as dazzling as a comet and as swift as lightning.

The ancient serpent gazed intently in the direction the ball of fire had passed, lingering for a long time until the "comet" in its field of vision gradually dimmed and disappeared. Only then did it cast a final, meaningful glance and murmur silently.

Hopefully, this stuff really works...

After a moment, Samael casually put the longbow back into the magic circle, turned around and returned to the council chamber, sat down at the table, and continued to look through another pile of documents.

However, after a long period of intense labor and a jumble of emotions, the ancient snake inevitably felt a bit tired, and its stomach began to rumble.

Feeling utterly bored, Samael yawned, paused his work briefly, and sent a message to the kitchen to have a late-night snack delivered.

Anyway, the night is still long, and I'll probably be busy tonight, so there's no need to be too hard on myself.

Even so, Samael couldn't help but pick up a document and patiently read through it.

A mere fifteen minutes later, cat-like, silent footsteps entered the hall, and the aroma of food, mixed with a faint fragrance, wafted into Samael's nostrils.

"Your Majesty, your meal..."

A soft, melodious voice drifted over, and Samael unconsciously frowned slightly, looking up at the newcomer.

The pale purple short hair that caught the eye, and the delicate features that subconsciously avoided eye contact and had a slightly timid expression, made the ancient snake pause for a moment.

"Your Majesty, the food will get cold if you don't eat soon. Would you like me to serve you?"

The girl felt uneasy under the repeated scrutiny, and hurriedly picked up her plate, cautiously offering a reminder.

"OK…"

Samael pondered for a moment, then nodded with interest.

The purple-haired girl picked up the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful of fruit porridge, pursed her cherry lips, gently blew on the spoon to cool it down, and then awkwardly approached to feed it to Samael.

The ancient snake twitched its nostrils, sniffing the faint fragrance, then glanced at the fruit porridge rippled slightly in the spoon. It wasn't in a hurry to drink it, but instead raised its hand to stroke its chin, curiously observing the cook in front of it.

"Newbie?"

"Ah? Oh... oh, I was just recently recruited into the palace."

The distracted girl suddenly snapped out of her daze, her hand trembling so much that half a spoonful of fruit porridge spilled out. She immediately blushed and hurriedly nodded, awkwardly bending down to wipe away the few spots that had splashed onto Samael's skin. As a result, she stumbled and fell into the ancient snake's arms. Her little face, almost dripping with blood, had a kind of clumsy cuteness.

Samael glanced down at the lovely cook with a nonchalant smile, his words punctuated by pauses.

"I'm asking about...the Assassins..."

boom!

Upon hearing this, the cook's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes filled with determination. Her hands immediately coiled like snakes, locking onto the target's waist and abdomen, pressing him to the ground. At the same time, using the force of the fall, she pressed her cherry lips tightly against Samael's mouth, then, with clumsy skill, pried open his teeth and delivered saliva.

When the heartbeat ceased and the long kiss ended, the cook's wildly beating chest gradually calmed down. She composed herself, immediately let out a long sigh, and sat up from her target.

Amidst a distorted pattern of light, the purple-haired cook revealed a similar appearance to her previous one, but her brown skin, so different from that of the Romans, made her highly recognizable.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my overstepping my bounds by offering you such delicacies, and so, I beg you, die..."

A purple-haired, brown-skinned girl uttered a cruel plea in a gentle voice. As she murmured, she cupped the victim's pale face in her hands, a trace of sadness appearing on her pretty face, and patiently tidied the victim's clothes and remains.

"I'm telling you, as an assassin, it's one thing to fail at intelligence gathering, but you can't even finish off an enemy properly. You're a complete failure as an assassin."

Just as the girl was gracefully leaving the crime scene, the previously "dead" figure smacked its lips with lingering satisfaction, slowly got up, and its eyes held a hint of mockery.

"Also, let me reintroduce myself: I am not 'Your Majesty,' but rather Rome's new...deity!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red and black ethereal currents around Samael surged and boiled, like the might of a hellish god impacting all directions. Under the immense pressure, the completely novice assassin's breath caught in his throat, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted, falling heavily to the ground.

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Chapter 55 You are the worst class I've ever taught!

huh...

After an unknown amount of time, the brown-skinned girl, her delicate brows furrowed, slowly awoke from her drowsiness.

As her senses returned, she was shocked to find herself lying on a soft bed, covered with a thin silk quilt. However, her hands and feet were bound by two ropes, and the aftershocks of the divine power left her limbs numb and weak, unable to muster much strength to resist.

"Oh, you're awake so quickly. You're in good physical condition. How should I address you, Miss Assassin? Or Serene Hassan?"

Under the flickering candlelight, Samael, sitting at the table, looked up, turned his chair, and gazed with interest at the girl by the bedside.

The young girl with short purple hair and a youthful face was initially taken aback, but then a look of confusion and bewilderment appeared in her eyes.

"So, you're not Hassan yet?"

"..."

"Preparing to become Hassan?"

"..."

"Could I be the target of your trial?"

"..."

"However, there's no reason why the Assassins' intelligence gathering capabilities should be this poor..."

"..."

"You blinked! You came here without permission!"

"...?"

"You blinked again? Looks like it wasn't. Are trial missions this hasty? Are you looking down on me, or are you overestimating your tutoring group?"

"...!"

Sitting on the bed, the girl named Jingmi was startled and hurriedly widened her eyes, staring at the interrogator like a fighting rooster.

As expected, he's still a novice. Once he takes off that mask, he can't hide what he's thinking at all. Samael muttered with a smile, picked up a few sheets of paper filled with questions from the table, slapped them in his hand, and continued the question-and-answer game.

The repetitive questioning and Samael's evasive and deceptive tactics made the inexperienced Jingmi increasingly nervous, revealing more and more of her undisguised micro-expressions.

Samael simply scrambled the order of his questions and asked them repeatedly. Through careful observation, he gained a basic understanding of the girl's past, her purpose, and the general situation of the Assassins.

"Are they going to use torture? Give up, I won't say anything!"

Faced with Kamui's suppression and the exhausting barrage of questions, the short-haired purple girl was drowsy and could only force herself to stay awake.

When she saw Samael get up and come to the bedside, a hint of relief appeared on her tense little face, her expression full of resignation.

Tsk tsk, you've already told me, why do I still need to use torture?

Samael shook his head and muttered to himself, but when his gaze fell on the girl whose hands and feet were bound, who was curled up at the head of the bed, and whose large areas of brown skin were exposed as she struggled, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

Torture, it seems, isn't entirely unacceptable...

As the deity drew ever closer, the silence was like that of a rabbit awaiting slaughter, its neck raised, ready to face its doom.

While in the mountains, she heard many stories about the fates of her predecessors who failed their missions.

This is cruel for most Assassins, but for her, it may be a relief.

She was forced to drink poison from the bottom up, feeling the pain of every inch of her body being torn apart and burned. One by one, her companions were eliminated, and only she was left to complete this trial and training.

But this is less a blessing and more a curse. Her entire body, even her bodily fluids, are a manifestation of poison, capable of killing even the most resilient fantasy species if caught off guard.

Needless to say, humans are no exception; even ordinary heroes with divine blood cannot fully withstand the bodily fluids she infuses into their diet.

Because of this, she has never been able to show mercy to living beings since childhood. If she gets close to plants, they will rot; if she touches birds and beasts, they will decay and die; even her companions in the mountains, or people who show kindness, will basically be killed by her if she touches them.

As a result, no one dared to approach her or speak to her. Any contact was strictly forbidden by all parties, and loneliness grew uncontrollably in her heart.

If she had a choice, she would still prefer to have an ordinary and unremarkable identity, to be able to bend down, smell the fragrance of flowers and plants, open her palms, wait for birds to land and sing, take off her mask, and hug her relatives and friends.

laugh……

However, with a slight thud, her hands and feet suddenly loosened, and the purple-haired girl was shocked to find that this god from the opposing force had casually ripped open her restraints. She stared in astonishment at her freely moving hands and feet, and fell into a daze.

"You...aren't you going to kill me?"

"This kind of thing means nothing to me."

Samael glanced at the purple-haired girl with a slight self-destructive tendency, paused briefly, and spoke calmly.