Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Click...

Another creaking sound came from the throne. Nitocris, her curiosity piqued, glanced at the Pharaoh who was holding his head and moving his neck from side to side, and muttered to herself.

When did Wang develop this problem?

"looking at what?"

"No...it's nothing. I just felt that Your Majesty might be too tired from handling government affairs. You've been having neck pain lately. I know some folk remedies. Should I ask you for them? And could you also concoct some magic potions?"

Suddenly, a faint, cold snort echoed in Nito's ears, and the female pharaoh's ears immediately perked up. She first stammered in rebuttal, and then poured out her thoughts like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"I am the King of Kings, the Almighty God! All things and phenomena are in my hands, how could I possibly suffer from such a minor ailment!"

Having precisely stepped on a landmine, Ramses II's face darkened, he frowned and snorted coldly, his gaze towards Nitocris gradually turning sinister.

However, before the Pharaoh could delve into the matter of the subordinate who had reprimanded him, an urgent letter arrived at his door, causing him to clutch the envelope embroidered with rose petals, his eyes flashing with surprise.

A letter from the Romans? Interesting...

Chapter 84 The Making of a Loli Emperor

hum!

As the envelope was opened, the communication spell attached to it was activated, and the light patterns surged and resonated.

A moment later, the little girl, wearing a crown and a crimson dress, who was less than 1.2 meters tall, jumped onto the throne. She leaned against the back of the chair and squirmed restlessly. After finding a comfortable position, she tightened her little face and looked at the throne with a serious expression through the halo of magical resonance.

"Heh heh, a rose grown in a greenhouse, exposed to the sun's rays, will wither easily. So, little girl from Rome, what brings you to my court?"

The Pharaoh rested his chin on one hand, a smirk playing on his lips, his tone haughty and slightly mocking.

Only Romulus, the ancestor of the gods, was qualified to be his equal. This little girl named Nero, who was temporarily put on the throne, was no matter how outstanding she was, she was still just a child and naturally could not get the same recognition.

"Hmm, how about we talk about the future after we conquer Rome?"

Nero blinked his bright eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Oh? Interesting, tell me about it..."

Ramses II was slightly taken aback, but his interest was immediately piqued. He casually dismissed the two female pharaohs, cleared the hall, and then looked at the little girl in the magic circle with amusement.

"It is a fact that the ancestor of the gods has fallen. If Rome is destroyed, Egypt can recoup its losses and profit from it. You may as well do it. I congratulate you on saving yourself and your family."

Nero spoke with great composure and clarity, his emerald eyes sparkling brightly.

"But of the four powers of Egypt, Persia, Carthage and Huns, Egypt is the farthest from Rome. The expedition would be arduous and costly. Even if a large part of Roman territory were conquered, Carthage would be in the way. It would be very difficult to cross over here and make Roman territory a border province of Egypt."

The ideal outcome would be nothing more than plundering a number of people and property from Rome and then withdrawing the troops at a leisurely pace.

However, after the fall of Rome, Carthage was too small, and the Huns were primarily nomadic and scattered. Only the Persians were truly capable of conquering and assimilating large swathes of Roman fortresses…

At this point, the Rose Emperor frowned, a look of deep resentment appearing on her small face.

Clearly, the animosity between the two sides was more abhorrent to her than the sordid conflict between Rome and Egypt.

Similarly, Ramses II subconsciously raised his hand to support his neck, cracking his uncomfortable cervical vertebrae, a fleeting pause crossing his golden eyes.

Nero got carried away and jumped onto a chair, hands on his hips, and began to speak eloquently.

"If Persia were to annex Rome, it would become powerful, which would be tantamount to weakening Egypt. If Cyrus were to conquer Greece, then who would be bordering this behemoth?"

Upon hearing this, the Pharaoh, atop the Radiant Composite Temple, sneered and rebuked.

"Little girl, are you trying to sow discord? Cyrus is my ally!"

"The ally who abandoned you last time and ran away first?"

Nero scoffed, instantly shattering this cheap friendship. Ramses II's breath caught in his throat, and his face stiffened.

"But even without Greece and Rome, the expansion of the Persian Empire will probably not stop. So, who will the Immortals' blade be aimed at next?"

May your alliance be just as strong then.

The Rose Emperor raised an eyebrow, glancing mockingly at the Pharaoh whose figure appeared in the magic circle, his meaning clear.

Ramses II frowned, closed his eyes in thought for a moment, then looked up and asked a question.

"Then tell me, what should I do?"

"Keep Rome, and let us hold off the Persians and the Huns!"

"Ha, even if I don't intervene, can Rome really withstand it in its current state?"

"Isn't there Egypt too?"

"You want me to break my alliance and make a treaty with Rome? By what right do you think you can do that!"

"If we add the opportunity to jointly explore the inner sea of ​​the star, all you want, besides territory, is this. And now, this thing is in our hands."

"Ha, you think you can make the decisions?"

Believe it or not, even if you can't have it, at least Cyrus shouldn't get it!

Nero answered without hesitation. The Pharaoh stroked his chin, his tense expression gradually relaxing, and his eyes revealed approval.

"Not bad, little girl, you deserve my praise."

"Hmm, of course, I'm a genius!"

"Who taught you these words?"

"Of course it was Yu's idea... Yu's own idea!"

The little girl proudly puffed out her flat chest, glancing upwards.

"It seems the prince who took over the throne was seriously injured in the battle on the Eastern Front..."

Ramses II understood, and a pleased smile curved his lips.

"Hmph! The teacher is the strongest! If you have any bad intentions, feel free to come and try!"

Nero, like a kitten with its fur standing on end, glared fiercely at the Pharaoh, its teeth grinding together as if it wanted to pounce into the magic circle and bite him.

Snapped!

The Pharaoh then snapped his fingers, his divine power surging, dismantling the magic circle before him. He slowly rose, his golden eyes glancing at the figure huddled behind the stone pillars of the hall, hidden in a white cloak.

"Nito, summon the Anubis Legion and awaken my Dark Sun Ship."

“Your Majesty, we have indeed persuaded the Carthaginian nobles, but Hannibal, who holds military power, still refuses to relinquish control of the defenses…”

Nito heard the call, his ears twitched, and he hurriedly got up, pulled back the white sheet, and stammered a reply.

When did I say I wanted to attack Rome?

"So, what do you want?"

"If I remember correctly, a Persian fleet is currently anchored in the nearby Chaos Sea..."

Ramses II glanced at the papyrus map in his hand and gave a cold smile.

"You're going to attack the Persians!"

Nito looked surprised and somewhat bewildered.

"You believe the Romans' story?"

"Whether I believe it or not, those are facts..."

The Pharaoh gazed longingly eastward, his eyes cold and unfocused.

"Rome is already preoccupied with its own problems, and if Cyrus takes the opportunity to conquer Greece and obtain the source of the planet, the next target will be Egypt."

Besides, there's no need for later; that bastard can't wait any longer.

Ramses II rubbed his aching neck and involuntarily flexed his stiff joints. Realizing his loss of composure, he was filled with anger, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"First, lure that fleet to the nearshore waters. I will treat them well. Nito, you are in charge of the specific arrangements. Don't mess it up. After all, this is a gift I want to give to my new ally."

The female pharaoh who was called upon nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, then picked up her eagle staff and decisively began to get busy.

In the once again empty and silent hall, the Pharaoh stepped down from his throne, flicked his fingers to summon a golden-blue scepter from a magic array, and traced the smooth fracture with his fingertips, a sinister and solemn expression on his face.

A true god, a god-slaying assassin—the Eastern Front has summoned another dark god.

Persia, indeed, is too strong...

A few days later, at the Vulture's Nest, in the Temple of the Evening Bell, an encrypted letter written in runes and a crumpled piece of paper with the words "Moses" and "Jews" written on it were thrown into a brazier and instantly burned to ashes.

Snapped……

On the black and white checkered chessboard, a piece is placed, and the precarious situation is instantly reversed.

Step two, complete!

Samael stepped over the king on the chessboard, picked up the white queen, and gazed at the several shimmering crystals on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

So, it's just you left, old friend...

Chapter 85 The Right Bet

The seventh province, a Roman fortress along the Great Wall.

Outside the high walls, the once verdant grassland is now riddled with thousands of cone-shaped holes of all sizes. The turf has been torn apart and scattered everywhere, along with scorched, smoking soil.

Arrows and broken weapons lay scattered like bushes on the battlefield, their branches twisted and crooked. The tattered flags wailed in the fierce wind, sounding like ghostly cries.

The corpses, lying piled one on top of the other, almost filled the ravines on the ground. There were Huns, Romans, and Celts among them. Their crimson blood either seeped into the soil, staining the mud a dark red, or hardened into clumps, forming eerie marks.

In areas where ether was concentrated, many still emanated a magical aura, with embers still burning. The charred and curled-up corpses in the flames, as well as the bits of flesh and severed limbs buried under the soil, emitted the smell of burning flesh.

Flocks of vultures, crows, and other scavenging birds gathered together, following the scent, and landed on the pile of corpses, pecking at the dead's eyeballs, livers, and bits of flesh.

Several large, bluish-gray wolves, with arrows stuck in their backs and dried blood from their wounds, shook their bodies, shaking off the corpses and clods of earth that had been pressing down on them, and whimpered as they buried their heads and began to devour the dead around them.

Whoosh!

puff!

A long arrow with a triangular tip, shot from a cedar bow, pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, and shot a giant wolf that was devouring a carcass through its eye socket, straight into its skull, killing it instantly.

Pooh!

The slightly overweight governor spat out a mouthful of spittle that tasted of rust and ash, lowered his longbow, and waved downwards.

As the winches creaked and groaned, the gates of the fortress slowly opened, and several hundred-man squads, swords and shields raised, swept across the battlefield in a dispersed yet orderly fashion.

puff puff...

Along the way, the hundred-man squad would finish off wounded enemy soldiers and giant wolves on the battlefield, while dragging out their own wounded soldiers who still had a chance of being treated and bringing them into the city for treatment.

Under the blood-red setting sun, carrion birds, startled, shrieked and took flight.

The flames rose and raged, and plumes of black smoke shot straight up, the stench of burning flesh carried on the wind, making one want to vomit.

But these unusual auras brought a strange sense of relief and relaxation to the people on the city wall.

call……

This wave of probing has finally come to an end.

The slightly overweight governor dropped his longbow, slid down the wall to the ground, and finally collapsed onto the uneven stone slab, panting heavily.

Looking further afield, from top to bottom, one can see that the once majestic Roman wall, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, is now riddled with cracks and breaches. Inside and outside the walls, arrows embedded in the rocks are everywhere, and pools of blood have not yet dried.

Clearly, this fierce battle with the Hunnic wolf cavalry was not an easy victory.

Fortunately, we made the right bet!

If I hadn't been careful and remembered the young god's warning, and hadn't done more for the nearby Celtic tribes, the Celtic reinforcements, let alone causing trouble, would have been dead if they had just been thinking about preserving their strength and had arrived a little later. I would have lost all two hundred-plus pounds of my strength here.

Moreover, even without that woman named Boudica, who brought in powerful allies from the Land of Shadows to counterbalance Attila the Hun, the defenses still couldn't hold.

Despite the current state of the fortress, which is quite desolate and the number of dead on the battlefield is incalculable, the intensity of the war has been decreasing since Attila the Hun was wounded.

Now, according to the scouts' reports, the Hun wolf cavalry seem to have withdrawn about a hundred miles away, and the previous attack should have been the last test.

Tonight, he can finally get a good night's sleep.

Meanwhile, the Hunnic tribes, the Golden Horde royal court.

From the distant barracks, the screams of wounded soldiers being roughly treated echoed through the air, and the thick stench of blood filled the air. Ten thousand giant wolves lay coiled on the grass, licking their wounds with low growls.

Ouch!