Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The night is quiet and silent.

However, black figures also crept in from the scattered star palaces.

Chapter 132 I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it.

The soft moonlight shone through the gaps in the window lattice, casting dappled silver light into the room. A gentle breeze lifted the gauze curtains, revealing two figures intertwined.

Helen, who had remained kneeling on the bed without changing her posture for a long time, looked down quietly at the king curled up on the pillow in the dim light. Her blue eyes, as blue as the sea, reflected his handsome features. Her fingertips traced the lines of his face, outlining them stroke by stroke. The corners of her lips curled up, revealing a sense of pleasure and satisfaction that had been fulfilled.

Although several hours had passed, the blessing of the divine blood and the joy in her heart made her feel neither tired nor bored.

From his first encounter with Calydon during their hunt, to his rallying cry during the Battle of the Titans, saving the world from collapse; from his sudden appearance on the road that saved him from danger, to his swift and decisive purge of the old nobility on Mount Ares…

This man was like a comet blazing in the night, like a lightning bolt flashing across the sky, always coming and going in a hurry, yet leaving her with an unforgettable impression.

But for various reasons, she remains stagnant, destined only to look up at the epics and brilliance written in the heavens.

Once day breaks, the two briefly intersecting life paths may cross this rarely overlapping point and continue to point in different directions, gradually drifting further and further apart.

If time could stop, Helen would very much like to hold onto everything that was happening just a little longer.

After all, she received too much from this man and gave too little in return.

Even though these were just simple tasks for him.

As the moonlight swayed, the two figures on the bed gradually intertwined. Helen gazed at the man before her, who was curled up asleep like a baby, and unconsciously lowered her head, her cherry lips drawing ever closer to the king's forehead.

hum!

However, just as Helen's offensive action stopped at the very edge, a strange buzzing and trembling arose from the ether surrounding the Gemini constellation of the zodiac, and a sense of obstruction, like a curtain of water descending from the dome and closing in.

In the blink of an eye, before the most beautiful woman in Greece could calm herself down, several figures burst through the doors and windows, rushing in with short swords and spears flashing with a bluish-gold light, slashing and thrusting at her.

Assassination!

Helen's pupils contracted sharply, and she subconsciously moved her lips and teeth, chanting divine words. However, the golden-red divine power around her burst forth, forcibly dispelling the gathered ether. The murmurs nearby made the high priest's head buzz, her mind go blank, and her body feel heavy, unable to move an inch.

Oh no! A dispelling ritual! A suppression spell! It's someone from the temple!

Helen's expression changed drastically. Faced with the sharp blades attacking from all sides, she instinctively picked up the figure in her arms and turned her back to the weapons.

However, in the instant he bent down, his azure eyes met his dark pupils in the shadows.

laugh!

At the same time, a slender, fair hand slightly lifted, the five fingers bent together, and time and space seemed to stand still, spreading out invisible ripples that instantly emanated from the room and swept across the entire Gemini side hall.

In an instant, whether it was the black-robed figures rushing into the house or the spellcasters layering spells in the courtyard, they all froze in their positions like abstract paintings, unable to move an inch.

Heroes of Divine Blood! No! Even stronger!

Almost... a god!

The leader was terrified; his pupils contracted sharply, and the divine runes on his body pulsed wildly as he tried to break free from this invisible quagmire.

"What? Coming to see me so late? How loyal you are..."

Samael cracked his knuckles and slowly sat up cross-legged on the bed. The fluorite lamp runes activated, illuminating the surroundings. His dark snake eyes gazed at the black-robed figures fixed around him, a sinister sneer on his face.

Holy crap! What is he doing here?!

Damn it, this guy really is having an affair with a Spartan woman!

The leader cursed under his breath, then strained to speak, his facial muscles stiff.

"Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty!"

However, no sooner had he spoken than the man caught a glimpse of the iconic Medusa emblem inside the collar of the middle-aged man at the head of the group. His vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and he pressed down with his palm, unleashing a surging tide of ethereal energy that swept in all directions, bringing with it a sudden pressure several times greater than before.

Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine power is as deep as a prison!

Bang bang bang!

The terrifying suppressive force caused these pampered divine bloodlines to go limp and prostrate themselves on the ground, accompanied by the cracking sounds of bones breaking.

However, as the divine core in his abdominal cavity resonated with the etheric vibrations, the hideous red and black patterns suddenly grew wildly from his chest and climbed up Samael's neck. A sharp pain followed, erupting like a landslide and a tsunami.

Immediately afterwards, the hidden injury caused by helping Attila channel her magic was triggered, causing a surge of blood and qi within the ancient serpent's body, with traces of blood spilling from the corners of its mouth, and the binding force nearby immediately loosened.

"He's injured, attack!"

Seeing this golden opportunity, the leader immediately broke free from the weakened divine power of the purgatory and roared with great joy.

At the same time, the three attendants around them understood and immediately took out pure white, light-like feathers and forcefully stuck them into their chests.

hum!hum!hum!

In an instant, a blazing pure white flame shot into the sky, forming a dazzling cross-shaped pillar of light. Ethereal hymns solemnly resounded in all directions, and a vast amount of ethereal energy surged and coalesced.

"Die, you tyrant who has instigated this tyranny!"

The leader spread his arms, laughing maniacally, as if he could already see the adulterous couple on the bed being burned to ashes by this power of light.

"Ah! What, what's going on?!"

"No, no! Ahhhhh!"

However, screams and exclamations followed. The three followers who had inserted the light-like feathers into their chests seemed to realize something, their faces turning pale and their expressions contorting.

The leader stiffly turned his head and was shocked to see the holy and warm flames behind him suddenly burst into flames. The three people in the pillar of light were instantly turned to ashes, and even the last remaining wispy matter after burning was decomposed in the blink of an eye.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

In the blink of an eye, blazing white flames shot out in all directions, raining down on the nearby followers like a meteor shower.

Persians, you son of a bitch!

The leader, seeing the deadly sparks flying towards him reflected in his pupils, instantly understood everything. Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, he couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

In the blink of an eye, the figures touched by the blazing white flames spontaneously combusted like firewood doused with hot oil, screaming in agony as they turned to ashes, the heat terrifying.

hum!

As transparent souls transformed into pure light points and gathered in mid-air, a phantom with six fluttering wings on its back, holding a condensed light-shaped cross sword, slammed down, its terrifying heat reaching its peak and sweeping towards the side hall.

"Twilight has arrived, the song of despair begins, this is the end, all things perish, returning to ashes! — The blazing sun, the sword of flame!"

At the critical moment, Samael suppressed his surging blood energy and immediately summoned the Fiery Demon Sword Leivatin beside him. Taking the opportunity, he channeled the uncontrollable ether within his body into it. The scarlet light of destruction slashed forward, annihilating the blazing white light stream with unparalleled force and scattering the six-winged phantom that appeared in mid-air.

boom!

The scorching heatwave spread outwards, and the windows and doors of the side halls and houses that had escaped the blast rattled loudly.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles away in the wilderness, a figure walked gracefully across the marshland. With a body like a gemstone, the figure paused, turned gracefully, and a strand of golden hair flowed from under the hood to the shoulder. The figure looked back for a moment, then shook its head slightly.

It seems that you were burdened with sin and were destined not to withstand the test of the sacred fire, but you have been purified as you wished.

What a sin, what a filth...

May the Lord's mercy be upon this place...

Chapter 133 Be careful in your next life!

Clang!

In the side hall of Gemini, amidst the somber and chilling clang of metal, the blazing demonic sword, shimmering like blood, was sheathed from a straight branch of a cypress tree.

Accompanied by a series of buzzing sounds, the dense runes engraved on it vibrated rhythmically, and frost formed, gradually suppressing Levadin's demonic nature and putting it into a state of cooling and dormancy.

"Your Highness Helen!"

At the same time, Geguo, who arrived late, rushed into the room with a sword and shield in hand, shouting anxiously.

When the searching gaze fell upon Helen, who lay unharmed on the bed, and Samael standing before her, the Spartan queen was momentarily stunned.

"Your Majesty Theseus, how could you..."

cough cough...

Samael's breathing became disordered, and his mind was in turmoil. He coughed slightly, his mouth filled with the taste of blood, and an unnatural blush appeared on his pale face.

"We'll talk about this later!"

Helen glared at Gogo, then hurriedly raised her hand to help the swaying ancient snake.

However, the Holy King, who had his back to her, raised his hand to stop her, his slightly narrowed eyes gazing intently at a faint light screen behind the pillar.

"get out!"

Click!

In an instant, the light screen shattered, and a figure wrapped in a tattered black robe darted out and fled towards the door with lightning speed.

"Roar!"

But as soon as they reached the door, Geguo, instinctively on guard, raised her sword and shield, roared, and unleashed a burst of divine power that sent the uninvited guest crashing back.

hum!

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding space became distorted and viscous, and a familiar sense of heaviness surged into his mind. The middle-aged man, who looked like a pitiful yam dug out of black ash, was grabbed by the void, lifted by the neck, and pulled in mid-air to the King of Athens.

when!

The middle-aged man's face turned purplish-red, his limbs twitched, and as he struggled, a palm-sized bronze shield, resembling a breastplate and engraved with the image of the Gorgon goddess, rolled down to Samael's feet.

The top was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the pieces were scattered and broken along the way.

A replica of the sheepskin shield Aegis? It looks like the work of Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen.

So this must be the honor bestowed by Athena... No wonder...

"You're really lucky, Pandion's family..."

Samael raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his sinister, serpentine eyes fixed on the noble bloodline who had escaped being silenced, and he frowned and sneered.

"Your Majesty...this assassination attempt was not directed at you! Athens should not be bound to the war chariots of other city-states. We did this to preserve the flame of Greece! It was all a Persian conspiracy! Those bastards misled us!"

The leader, pale-faced and sweating profusely, launched into a scathing attack on the Persian scoundrels before spilling the beans about his contact with a mysterious man.

In his final moments, the middle-aged man, realizing he had been abandoned, still used refined and amiable language to express his desire to establish a non-blood-related father-son relationship with the mysterious Persian man, as well as to have a friendly and "deep" exchange with all of his female relatives.

This gave Samael a fascinating glimpse into the elegant language of the Greek cultural sphere, and made him realize that when the so-called nobles and the common folk of the outer city got angry, there seemed to be no difference between them.

Unfortunately, in the middle-aged man's account, the mysterious person who established contact with him could not be described in detail, and his voice was neutral.

Apart from the so-called "doomsday prophecies" projected directly into his mind and the empty promises of Persia to make him king of the Greek kingdoms, there was no other useful information.

The only valuable gain was probably that their original goal was not to assassinate Helen and Gogo or to sow discord between Athens and Sparta, but simply to awaken the "Scourge of God," bring down judgment, and force him to submit.

Because of an unexpected incident during the process, they were advised by the mysterious person to settle for the second option.

But the middle-aged man now understands that after the failure of the first plan, they had lost their value to that mysterious person.

The so-called alternative strategy is nothing more than a pretext to keep them working hard. Those light-like feathers are not a backup plan at all, but a tool to kill and silence witnesses!

Those Persians are so damn wicked! Be careful, or your babies might be born without an ass!

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help but frown again.

So this is the real reason why Attila experienced infantile degeneration...

At this moment, Samael stroked his chin with one hand, lost in thought, a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and a sense of emotion welled up in his heart.

Perhaps it's not just swords that can dull and corrode blades; flowers can too...

“Ancestor, it was never my intention to be your enemy. Everything I did was for the family and for Mount Ares. This woman is a scourge and will ruin the future of Athens!”

Noticing the restraints around his neck being slightly loosened, the middle-aged man's face lit up with joy. He mustered his courage and delivered a passionate speech.

Samael snapped out of his daze, raised his eyes to look at this patriotic nobleman, his serpentine pupils narrowing slightly.

Instantly, a chilling coldness ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. The middle-aged man felt like a frog being targeted by a venomous snake, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Your Majesty, I shouldn't have criticized your decisions. It was my fault, I'm so sorry..."

But it's all a misunderstanding! The Pandion family is willing to pledge their lives to you!

"Yes! Property! I am willing to contribute all my property as military expenses for the war!"

In their desperate struggle to survive, middle-aged people frantically throw out a string of chips, trying their best to prove their worth.