Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Having regained some of his strength, Leonidas laughed heartily, threw his nicked spear, and pierced the eye of a mammoth war elephant, pinning it to the ground. He then drew his short sword, raised his shield, and stepped forward, raising his head to issue a call to arms.

boom!Boom!

boom!Boom!

boom!Boom!

At this moment, hundreds of surviving soldiers helped each other up from the ruins, banged on their shields and gathered in front of the breach, building a new fortress with their flesh and blood, and proudly roaring in unison.

"Sparta!"

To expect a mere hundred men to hold off a Persian army of hundreds of thousands, along with at least a dozen divine heroes, is utterly insane!

Tsk, a losing deal, that doesn't fit Gaius's aesthetic.

So, let's figure out a way to make some money off Greece! Otherwise, we'll lose a lot of money!

Caesar sensed the earth trembling again amidst the smoke and dust. He slowly drew his golden sword from his waist, put on a gauntlet for his left hand, shook his head helplessly, rubbed his forehead and complained, but his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.

coming!

At the same time, accompanied by a sharp crack in the air, Samael swung his sword forward, and a blazing red sword light spread out like a bolt of lightning, accurately cleaving apart the rune arrows that came from afar.

"It's the Meteor Legion! Raise your shields and defend!"

The experienced Leonidas instantly recognized that the Meteor Legion, one of the two trump cards of the Persians, had already appeared, and immediately roared a warning.

Before the words were even finished, the battle-hardened Yanmen defenders had already crouched down on the spot, stacking their shields on top of each other to form a semi-overlapping circular shield-shaped defensive circle. They relied on each other to activate the remaining magic array on them, constructing an impenetrable mobile fortress.

Immediately, sharp whistling sounds filled the air as a dense barrage of black arrows, adorned with eerie, shimmering magical patterns, rained down from the sky.

For a moment, the clanging of metal against metal was deafening, but the Yanmen defenders, shrouded in the shield array, remained unmoved.

laugh!

Just as the arrow rain failed to break through, a beam of golden light mixed in with the arrows fell down like a meteorite.

boom!

The blazing demon sword, swung swiftly, shattered the arrow, preventing it from striking the shield formation directly.

The aftershocks of the collision created a strong wind pressure that swept outwards, and the splashed ether blasted several craters emitting blue smoke into the nearby hard rocks.

Long time no see, Arash...

The ancient serpent's eyes, with their cross-shaped pupils, opened and closed as it gazed into the distance. A thousand meters away, in a dense forest, the great Persian hero, hidden among the lush foliage, seemed to sense something and cast his gaze upon it, rising to beat his chest in respect.

But then, Arash lowered his arm, placed it on the string without hesitation, drew his longbow, chanted a divine incantation, and poured all his magic into the arrow, aiming at his fearsome opponent.

To appear is to pay tribute to the heroes; to draw the bow is to attack the enemy!

I'm sorry, this is war...

"Apocalyptic Arrow, dedicated to the two great gods, Apollo of Light and Artemis of the Hunt!"

Just as Arash was preparing to unleash his full power, a clear and cold voice rang out, and a huge golden-blue magic circle materialized in the sky. Then, ether frantically gathered, and a rain of light arrows, interwoven with gold and silver, rained down from the sky.

Puff puff puff!

One by one, the members of the Meteor Legion, hidden under the branches, were struck by arrows, screamed in agony, and fell from the branches into the mud, spraying blood.

laugh!

The sound of something cutting through the air rose again. As Arash leaped and dodged, his brow furrowed. Relying on his keen senses, he locked onto his target, quickly chanted a divine incantation, and fired a sharp arrow into the air.

boom!

With precise interception, the two arrows collided, and the powerful shockwave destroyed the surrounding vegetation.

However, before Arash could catch his breath, a chilling glint of light pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, once again catching his eye and causing the great Persian hero to furrow his brow.

and also!

The great hero immediately twisted his waist and hastily shot out an arrow, intercepting the second arrow hidden behind the first one at a distance of less than ten meters.

puff!

Unexpectedly, the Persian hero, who should have escaped danger, was sent flying by the blast wave, leaving trails of blood in his wake.

I was careless; there was still one left...

"Not two arrows in a row, but three arrows fired simultaneously! What amazing archery skills!"

Arash painfully pulled the arrow out of his shoulder and couldn't help but sigh.

"You managed to dodge vital points, you're not bad either."

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a female hunter with long emerald green hair and brown cat ears emerged from the forest, bow in hand.

"You go first, leave this to me!"

Atalanta drew an arrow from her quiver, pondering casually.

Several streaks of light flashed past, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart. Arash, who was locked onto by the longbow on the other side, frowned and looked gloomy.

Chapter 161 A Feast on the Battlefield

Meanwhile, at Wenquan Pass.

"Roar! Roar!"

The ferocious roars of the beasts shook the surrounding area. Amidst the billowing dust, two behemoths flung away the rocks that had slammed into them, revealing scorched patches of flesh. They locked their eyes on the culprit that had injured them with hatred, their eyes bloodshot, and charged forward recklessly.

The earth-shaking force of the trampling caused the fortress, riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, to continuously crumble and tremble, making the hundred or so people at the breach feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a series of roars, louder than the stomping of the Behemoth, came from the sea to the side.

Both sides instinctively looked towards the sea and were shocked to see two figures running across the water at lightning speed. Behind them, two towering waves, hundreds of meters high, were sweeping in with tremendous force.

"I pray to my destiny, Goddess of the Moon. Grant my body strength, grant my spirit calmness. And let my fate be sealed here. Pure love of the Goddess of the Moon. Filled up, I'll go first!"

Amidst hearty laughter, the hunter, as strong as a bear and with an honest, baby-faced appearance, was blessed by the sea god and sped to the nearshore waters. He leaped dozens of feet, like a cannonball, and jumped onto the cliff.

A beastly, powerful fist! May the moon goddess protect you!

The newcomer, gazing at the overwhelming giant claws overhead, stamped his feet forward, activating his talents and blessings. A halo around his body spun and resonated, his arm muscles bulged, and he swung his large fingers and palms at the stone weapon in his hand, which resembled a club, sweeping and smashing it horizontally.

boom!

The two forces clashed, creating terrifying sonic booms that echoed around them. The ground at the heart of the battle instantly sank hundreds of meters, forming a cone-shaped crater.

At the same time, two sounds, one loud and one soft, crashed into the rock strata, causing the ground to bulge up in patches.

boom!

Orion was the first to jump out from underground, clapping his fists together, his smile undiminished.

"Wow, you're strong! But compared to me, you're still a bit lacking. I'm an expert at subduing wild beasts, hahaha, watch me just twist and turn and flatten you!"

"Roar!"

The Behemoth, having pulled its lower half from the mud, roared and pounded its chest, as if humiliated, before charging at the humanoid creature once more.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the two muscular monsters abandoned their so-called skills and unleashed all their power, colliding punch after punch in a fierce brawl. Wherever they went, dirt and rocks flew, the earth sank, and everywhere there were cone-shaped craters that looked like the surface of the moon.

Whether friend or foe, everyone around kept their distance, not daring to get close, lest they be accidentally caught in the crossfire and turned into mincemeat.

"You beast, stop right now!"

At the same time, in front of Thermopylae, a burly man, two meters tall with red divine markings all over his chest and bulging muscles, fell like a meteor. He raised his hands and pressed them against the head of another Behemoth. With a deafening roar that shook the earth, he forced it to stop and pressed the ferocious head into the mud.

"Roar!"

The apocalyptic monster, struggling to move forward despite its limbs thrashing about and dust swirling in the air, grew increasingly agitated. It then frantically raised its front paws and, relying on its animalistic instincts, slammed them together towards the center.

"This is mine!"

The burly man roared arrogantly, his long, disheveled hair dancing wildly like snakes, his muscles flushed red, and steaming hot ether emanating from his pores.

The man grabbed the Behemoth's head with both arms, lifting it like an ant carrying a mountain, and flung it into the sea with exaggerated visual impact. He then jumped into the water and engaged in a fierce battle with the monster.

"Hercules!"

"Hercules!"

"Hercules!"

Feeling the resonance of the divine blood within them, the Spartan soldiers who recognized the man became excited, pounding their shields and shouting the name of this great Greek hero like fervent fans.

The boss, Orion, and Hercules have arrived!

Samael's eyes, like the stars in the sky, opened and closed as he surveyed the surroundings. A slight smile played on his lips, and his taut muscles relaxed slightly.

But soon, the Persian army, which had returned with renewed force, pressed forward, leaving the defenders of Thermopylae no chance to catch their breath.

And the leaders of each unit were none other than heroes of divine blood.

"The questions hidden at the bottom of this coffin are the very things that measure you, the punishments that judge you! Go forth, test wisdom, and punish ignorance, 1 (Ahat)! 2 (Shtayim)! 3 (Shalosh)!"

"Night tales, woven from my words, are endless stories of desire, from which you too will not escape fate—to the tales of heroes!"

Two voluptuous, mysterious brown-skinned sorcerers unleashed their strongest attacks on Thermopylae in succession, while the sorcerers behind them chanted divine incantations, preparing to launch their own offensive.

"The principles of art encompass all principles; all phenomena in the world ultimately return to their origin. — All laws must be broken!"

However, the colorful etheric tides gathering above the Persian legion, like colorful bubbles, were punctured by several shooting purple-red arcs of light.

Boom boom boom!

At the same time, hundreds of streams of etheric light radiated from mid-air, bombarding the group of Persian sorcerers who were poised to attack.

In an instant, powerful explosions erupted one after another, and the spellcasters, caught off guard, cried out in agony all around.

Behind!

Before the sorcerers could regroup and turn their attention to the invading enemy behind them, a strange aroma, resembling a mixture of wheat porridge and herbs, filled the air.

Everyone couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, their stomachs rumbling. The magical principles and divine words that had been woven in their minds were instantly filled with a simple and intense appetite.

"Eat! Eat! I'm so hungry! I want to eat!"

Amidst repeated, incantation-like murmurs, many sorcerers' bodies shrank, their limbs shortened, and soon their clothes, along with their bodies, withered and slid off to the ground.

"Hmph...humph..."

As the clothes rustled, little piglets, some pink, some white, some brown, and some yellow, emerged from them, greedily turning over the soil and searching for food on the ground.

"Hehe, I've kept you waiting, my beloved piglets! Prepare for the feast, let's throw a mad spree to entertain our guests! Come on, feast and drink to your hearts' content! A forbidden feast! This is your end! Ahahahahaha!"

A triumphant laugh echoed from above, and a menacing shadow loomed over everyone's heads.

Hundreds of pristine white dragon teeth were scattered and fell into the soil. Accompanied by a tooth-grinding creaking sound, dragon tooth soldiers, wielding swords, shields, bows, and arrows, burst from the ground and charged towards the spellcasters.

Amidst a series of unforeseen events, these pampered monks were thrown into disarray and unable to help themselves.

The spellcaster, who was lucky enough to escape the attack, looked up and was shocked to see a giant dragon with jet-black scales soaring through the air, its mouth brimming with red and black dragon flames.

On the dragon's back, two witches holding the Dark Moon Staff looked down at the scene, with endlessly rotating purplish-red magic circles already forming above their heads.

Medea and Circe, and the pesky dragon Colchis, that unfortunate creature was summoned too!

Samael grinned, raised his flaming demon sword, and focused his attention on the four figures that emerged from the dust and surrounded him.

Chapter 162 The Gods Enter Valhalla

"The seventh trumpet will soon sound, and the earth will surely become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ. Glory, majesty, power, and authority will all belong to Him. O wind, obey the Lord's holy word, and I will destroy you! I will give the fallen things a hammer of punishment!"

As the harp was plucked, a majestic and magnificent musical movement unfolded.

On a distant hill, a handsome young man with green, tousled hair, holding a harp, chanted a hymn of praise. Around him, a pale blue, transparent giant hammer of ether formed above his head and smashed down on Samael.

boom!

Behind them lay Thermopylae. Facing this heavy blow, the Ancient Serpent neither dodged nor evaded. It took a step and twisted its body, using its waist as an axis. The Flaming Demon Sword in its hand gathered the ethereal tide, creating a fierce firestorm that instantly annihilated the giant hammer in mid-air. Then, like an angry dragon, it continued its unabated charge towards the low hill in front of it.

Even before getting close, the surging heat sent a burning sensation through the green-haired man's entire body, as if he were being roasted in the fires of hell.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Send down your favor, so that darkness may not corrupt my body—God’s protection!”

A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, and the green-haired handsome man's expression changed drastically. His previous laziness turned into cold sweat, and he hurriedly plucked the strings of his zither, emitting a high-pitched and majestic chant. Layers of blazing white light covered the man's body, forming a barrier of the illusory kingdom of reflections.