Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael took a deep breath, his expression turned serious, and a sense of solemnity and reverence appeared on his face.

Regardless of whether the planetary origin exists, this became the trigger for the war of the gods, and Greece was not the only gateway to the inner sea of ​​the planet.

He happened to know that Avalon Island was also a rather delicate matter for the Starry Sea.

Better safe than sorry...

"Okay, I'll pass on the message."

Skadi nodded seriously, then her gaze passed over Samael, lingering on the swirling sand and scorched earth behind him.

"It seems things aren't going well on your end."

Samael's expression was nonchalant, but the tone rose in a cheerful and proud manner.

"The Persians summoned two gods. I killed one and crippled the other. I went too far in the divine war and accidentally caused the situation to turn out like this."

However, everything has been resolved; it was a minor issue, and everything is under control.

Although he did not face two gods at the same time, he defeated Cyrus the Great, who possessed the power of a war god, and then successfully suppressed Angra Mainyu, the primordial dark god who had been summoned by spirits. He also led nearly 7 Roman soldiers to defeat the Persian army of 30 with fewer troops.

This impressive record, even if it falls short of the miracles he once created by turning the tide against all odds, is still enough for Samael to be proud of.

Upon hearing this, Skadi glanced at her husband, her gaze lingering for a moment before she nodded slightly.

"Well, be careful then."

"Okay, you too..."

The two exchanged a few brief pleasantries before ending their contact.

"It seems she's seriously injured..."

In the instant the light and shadow shattered, Samael leaned against a tree stump in the desolate wasteland, frowning and muttering to himself.

"Injuried?"

The Amazonian queen standing nearby was taken aback.

“I’ve fought Attila before, and she’s not someone to be trifled with. Besides, Skadi used the word ‘repelled’ instead of ‘defeated,’ which, though only a one-word difference, says it all.”

"If you're worried about her, why don't you just say so?"

"My wife has the pride of a god, but she is also very competitive, so of course we have to give her some face."

Samael raised his hand to his forehead, offering a helpless explanation.

Hippolyta caught a hint of teasing amusement and a touch of doting in those dark eyes, and felt a strange envy for the goddess of winter who was thousands of miles away.

"hiss……"

Just as Samael propped himself up on his arms, a tearing pain shot through his chest, causing him to turn pale and break out in a light sweat.

Upon hearing the commotion, the Amazonian queen rushed over and quickly helped Samael, who had fallen to the side, up, her eyes showing a hint of reproach and sternness.

"Just let me know if you need anything. Your injuries are too severe, you need to rest properly and don't move around for now."

Hippolyta then unbuttoned Samael's clothes, revealing the hideous lines that ran from skin to bone, like red and black mycelium. The intense malice and curse contained within them made the Amazon queen dizzy and terrified even with just a few glances.

She quickly turned her head and applied bottles of antidotes and purifying agents prepared by the Amazon tribe to the wounded, both externally and internally.

The tingling sensation of her skin sliding against his chest, along with the faint fragrance emanating from her, left the pale-faced Samael with no time to think. He could only slump against the withered tree, letting Hippolyta grope his chest.

Angolan Mainyu was one of the two primordial gods of Persia, and his status was not much lower than that of Zeus. His dying counterattack was a curse powerful enough to kill even the gods. It was already quite remarkable that Samael was able to withstand it.

He had to pay a price for taking on two opponents, killing one and injuring the other.

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Chapter 75 The Pet's Counterattack?

"Actually, you didn't need to take action..."

Hippolyta glanced at the grotesque curse that fought against life and spread across Samael's chest, her fingertips lightly tracing its path, and sighed deeply.

"Do you think I want this? Angolan Manuel has gone mad. The Persians have been ravaged and there aren't many left. All that's left are the Roman legions and Amazon warriors. If I don't take action, you'll all be dead."

The ancient snake pulled up its collar, rolled its eyes, and complained helplessly.

"Don't rush so far ahead next time. If I want to run, I should at least take you guys with me. I couldn't even reach you back then..."

The Amazonian queen sensed the concern hidden beneath the teasing, paused for a moment, then quickly recovered and nodded gently.

After temporarily calming the guilty feelings of his old acquaintance, Samael's gaze fell on the hideous and messy red and black curse marks on his chest. His brow furrowed and dispersed, eventually relaxing.

Angolan Mainyu has built-in damage reflection armor; the price of killing this guy is being cursed by his power.

There was no other way; he either had to fight it himself or he had to sacrifice the Roman legions and Amazonian tribes to the heavens.

The Roman legions are one thing, but the Amazons only came because of him, traveling a long way to help. He can't just sell them all out, can he?

Moreover, according to Angolan Manuel, he intended to carry out a large-scale massacre on the spot.

This is Roman territory. Even if you were ruthless and sacrificed the Roman legions and Amazonian tribes, it wouldn't necessarily get rid of Angolan Manuel.

Sooner or later, we'll run into this madman again.

Whether you cower or stick your neck out, you'll get stabbed anyway.

Cyrus was crippled and forced to flee, so he has no choice but to take the blame for the rest.

Therefore, even knowing the outcome, Samael still fired that shot without hesitation.

"Let's get back to the topic..."

Immediately, the ancient serpent's thoughts settled, its gaze deep and distant. It picked up a pebble, tapped the sketch of the Roman situation in front of it, and murmured to the candidate beside it.

"Currently, the Persian Empire is in ruins, Cyrus is half-crippled and has no strength to fight again; the Hunnic wolf cavalry is stalled, Attila is wounded and blocked outside the Seventh Province. In other words, the pressure on Rome from both the east and west has been temporarily relieved. Thus, Rome's deadlock has been turned around, and the first step has been completed!"

When the subject was brought up, Hippolyta composed herself, and in a daze, she seemed to see again the wise and unparalleled lord of the Greek city-states during the war of the Titans.

"But Rome was inherently weak. I used all the movable pieces to the fullest extent, and what I managed to revive was only a stalemate. If I retreated, it would be a dead end."

Now that we have this rare window of opportunity, we can finally take the second step.

Samael reached up and picked up the cloak that had slipped down to his abdomen, then handed it to Hippolyta with a playful smile.

"Your Majesty, it's our turn. Would you like to come with me?"

"No problem, where are you planning to go?"

Hippolyta was slightly taken aback, then took the cloak, placed her right fist on her chest, nodded seriously, and a look of bewilderment and a hint of melting appeared on her tense face.

This journey seems to have been long overdue.

Samael's gaze was sharp, his expression cold, and his sliding fingertips finally settled on a certain spot on the messy sketch on the ground.

"Next stop, Mesopotamia, the Persian Empire!"

Seeing the Amazon Queen's astonished gaze, the ancient serpent couldn't help but let out a wicked smile.

Meanwhile, in a secluded hut in a Celtic tribe.

"Cough cough..."

Skadi had just put down the snake scales when she coughed violently, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her lips.

"Don't move around, you need to rest."

A gentle voice of advice came, and Boudica, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, came forward and helped the goddess of winter to sit up against the headboard.

"It seems the victory on the Eastern Front wasn't easy either; he's injured, and quite badly so..."

"Ok?"

"This guy is cunning. He's not one to show off, but the more he flaunts and emphasizes his victory, the less optimistic the actual situation is."

"You guys are really in sync..."

Boudica's eyes flashed with a smile, filled with emotion.

"Understanding each other? Shouldn't that be considered experience in raising pets?"

Skadi blinked and answered casually.

The Celtic queen, having been through it all, looked at the Winter Goddess with an air of self-righteousness, closed her eyes, rubbed her forehead, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

Just as Boudica hesitated about whether to point it out, Skadi pondered for a moment and then spoke in deep thought.

"That Hunnic girl forcibly broke free from my divine prison, and was also seriously injured. I plan to take advantage of this time to build an altar in your tribe and establish a portal to the Shadow Kingdom."

"You plan to return to the Land of Shadows?"

"No, I'm going to Greece in a while, just in case, I need to leave a spatial marker here..."

The Goddess of Winter glanced at the snake scales on the table, her eyes flickering, a ripple appearing in her calm purple eyes.

"No problem, I'll get started on the arrangements right away."

The Queen of Victory smiled broadly, and as she turned her head, a hint of mockery appeared in her eyes as she recalled a certain Valkyrie and the Rose Emperor from the City of Seven Hills.

Pets are the objects of a goddess's affection? So much so that she disregards her own injuries and even lets him climb into her bed…

My old friend, you're a truly sinful man. Watch out, your wife might be checking up on you soon...

Several days later, in an old hotel in a small Persian town.

As noon approached, the number of guests coming and going gradually increased, and the discussions in the hall became increasingly noisy.

"Have you heard? The sandstorm has stopped. Why don't we take advantage of this before the news spreads, gather camel caravans and men, bring some rare items, and try to make a quick buck!"

"Ha, you fool. If making money were that easy, caravans would have gone there long ago. There's no way you, an amateur, would have gotten a chance."

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed that there are more people from other places fleeing the border in the town?"

"Strange, the sandstorms are gone, so why are people from the border still running inland?"

"That's because without the sandstorm's shield, the trouble is even greater! A lot of monsters have recently come out of the Wasteland of Death and are causing trouble on the border. If you want to die, you can go there yourself. Don't blame me for not warning you, those things eat people!"

"Uh, I'm not going, I'm not going. I have to be alive to spend what I earn."

"Good! Even without these murderers and the sandstorm, is that war relic site so easy to conquer? Haven't you seen how many top caravans have perished there!"

"Not only that! Don't forget that Rome and Persia just fought a war. Who knows if we'll be arrested and executed as spies if we barge in!"

……

As the arguments were refuted one after another, those travelers who were somewhat interested in trade quickly put the dangerous idea out of their minds.

"Boss, one room, and also prepare two meals and bring them to the room. We just escaped from the border and need to rest."

Amid the usual noise of the inn, a young couple wearing headscarves and long robes came to the front desk and asked to stay the night.

While going upstairs, the husband seemed to be injured, and needed his wife's help to walk even a few steps.

Tsk, that skin, that figure, what a pity...

The idle diners below glanced at the wife with her graceful figure and fair skin, a fleeting thought vanishing in an instant, before turning their attention back to the strange tales of the land of the gods.

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Chapter 76 I'd rather be a wordsmith than a writer who only writes short chapters!

As night fell, the bustling town gradually quieted down, as if it too had fallen asleep.

In the old hostel, a flickering light still shines in a corner room, and a swaying figure sits by the window, engrossed in reading the latest issue of "One Thousand and One Nights".

However, upon reaching the exciting part, the plot abruptly ends on the last page, with the closing line "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next night's story," causing the reader's face to darken and inwardly curse.

Scheherazade, that woman, is such a liar!

Tsk, speaking of her weakness, it seems to be that she's afraid of dying? Maybe we should find an opportunity to lock her in a dark room, threaten her with death every day, violently force her to update her chapters, and if she doesn't obey, add a battle continuation and kill her once?

Forget being a writer who only writes fragments; be a writer who writes!

Just as a certain unscrupulous reader was maliciously planning the author's future life, the crisp sound of water flowing from a bath came from a corner of the room where the curtains were drawn. A graceful figure was projected through the thin gauze, casting a shapely silhouette.

Amidst a rustling sound, the Amazonian queen, her red hair flowing over her shoulders and her towel tightly tied, emerged barefoot from the damp mist and stopped behind Samael.

It seems the food at Amazon is pretty good...