Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

While Samael was sometimes inhuman, he was exceptionally good to his Typhon offspring, perfectly filling the void of a "father."

The affection hadn't faded much over the millennia, and the ancient snake couldn't help but feel comforted. After exchanging pleasantries with the four mythical creatures for a while, it inquired about the reason and process by which they had ascended to the surface.

As expected, Ladon, the Korkis dragon, and the Hydra all sensed the divine will of Tiamat, the Mother of Origin, and the three goddesses, and came to the earth through the Arimar Cave to support Samael.

However, since the seal maintained by the inner sea of ​​the star has not completely dissipated, the passage opened to send out the support forces from the Alima Cave is not the entirety of the Pure Land of Bliss's resources.

However, this reinforcement that arrived at Thermopylae filled the last gap in the Panhellenic army.

On the one hand, the thousands of combat nymphs give the newly added high-tier Greek units an advantage in controlling low-altitude airspace.

The aerial formation composed of the fire sprites Ifrit will be completely crushed.

On the other hand, Ladon and Hydra, with their multiple heads and dragon-like features, undoubtedly inherited the pure divine blood of Typhon, the hundred-headed dragon.

Cerberus, on the other hand, is a guardian of the underworld, protected by divine authority, while Colchis is a guardian beast of the Sacred Grove of Ares, a creature even the Argonauts dared not confront when they sought the Golden Fleece.

Therefore, in terms of strength, these four are definitely the most powerful deities among Typhon's offspring, second only to the three goddesses of Gorgon.

With the addition of these Titans, the Persian army's deep-sea serpent Leviathan, Behemoth, and calamity eagle Syra no longer held an advantage.

Clearly, such a perfectly tailored and targeted arrangement, so perfectly suited to the battlefield situation, is most likely the work of her good daughter, Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war.

It now seems that the gods of Mount Ares, who have infiltrated the inner sea of ​​the star, must have already sensed the situation at Thermopylae, but due to some special reason, they are temporarily unable to leave and can only support Samael in this way.

It's good that you're alright. Now I feel much more at ease when I start taking action.

As the balance of power in the war steadily shifted, Samael became increasingly confident and relaxed about the outcome of the Battle of Thermopylae.

"Happy!"

“3…4…5…6…6…6…然后是…”

After calming down briefly, Samael ordered the four guys to behave themselves, and then called over the silly bird who was rummaging through the remaining fruit in the pocket, preparing to continue the reconnaissance of the Thermopylae defense line.

However, Harpy, whose counting had been interrupted, looked at the olives that were now all jumbled together in his pocket and couldn't help but look melancholy.

I almost finished counting the fruit, but then I forgot again...

Legend has it that birds can only count to 5 at most, but the Harpy has clearly evolved and can count to at least 6.

Samael patted the student on the shoulder in a reassuring gesture, then glanced at his pocket, his breath catching in his throat, and his subtle smile froze.

So, there are 7 fruits in the pocket...

"Eat fewer olives, and eat more walnuts later..."

"Walnut?"

"Yes, it can help with brain health."

The ancient snake remained silent for a moment, then gave a heartfelt suggestion. Harpy looked bewildered, nodded as if he understood, and seeing that his teacher had already walked away, he quickly stuffed the small pouch into his pocket and followed after him in a daze.

For some reason, she vaguely felt that Teacher Samael seemed to be radiating an emotion called "melancholy" today.

Along the way, the impregnable defenses of Thermopylae and the ever-growing military strength finally mitigated Samael's setbacks in the field of education.

It's not that I have a problem, it's definitely the students' problem!

After hypnotizing himself, the ancient serpent looked up at the Amazonian camp that had blocked the back mountain path, waved to the tall and strong female warriors, and entered the camp, arriving at a luxurious tent with gold thread outlining rose patterns.

The Amazons, who live in the forests near the Black Sea, obviously don't have such a high level of artistic aesthetics. Coupled with the Amazon female warriors coming and going to carry out orders, it's no surprise that this is the office of His Majesty the Roman Emperor.

Originally, Samael was somewhat worried about whether Nero, that troublemaker, could calm down, guard the pass, and handle military affairs properly.

However, when he saw inside the tent, a rather dignified secretary named Fox, holding a pointer, pacing back and forth in front of the desk with a cold smile, and whipping Nero's wriggling bottom whenever he found His Majesty the Roman Emperor showing the slightest negligence or oversight, he immediately felt relieved.

When Samael lifted the curtain and stepped into the tent, Nero, who was forced to work at the desk, suddenly felt a surge of wild joy in his eyes.

A prince! It is my prince!

The prince has arrived, and I am saved! The prince has arrived, and my miserable days are over!

Nero looked at the figure who was gradually approaching with a smile, and felt countless rays of light blooming behind him, as if the gates of the divine kingdom were opening behind him.

The little girl suddenly stood up, opened her arms, and prepared to hug her savior.

"Good job!"

However, the figure walked straight past the suffering Emperor and gave a thumbs-up to the beastly overseer beside him.

"Since it was your request before you went to sleep, I will do my best to fulfill it."

Tamamo-no-Mae blinked, smiled knowingly, and glanced mischievously at Nero, who looked betrayed.

It should just be the part about "guarding Thermopylae," right? I didn't ask you to persecute His Majesty the Emperor of Rome.

Samael inwardly grumbled, but out of consideration for Tamamo-no-Mae helping him maintain order in Rome, he reluctantly accepted the blame, glancing at the pitiful Nero and offering a suggestion...

...Increase the efforts!

Then, the two sides nodded to each other in tacit agreement, and clasped hands together in front of a Roman emperor, thus forming an anti-Nero alliance.

The tyrant, powerless to resist oppression, lamented and resented the good old days when someone else did the work for him while he slacked off. Now, seeing the hellish political system of being forced to work 007, he immediately pointed the finger at the culprit who had seduced someone into depravity.

My teacher, my prince, where is your loyalty to the empire? Where is your devotion to me? You have changed!

Yes, he must have been bewitched by this woman!

One day, I will rise up! I will rebel! I will reawaken the noble soul of the Prince!

The young Roman tyrant, his eyes filled with longing, fantasized about the wonderful life he would lead after defeating this wicked fox, wandering around performing and having someone in the palace take over his duties.

Chapter 176 Glory belongs to Greece, greatness belongs to Rome!

Of course, two adults who are in cahoots to exploit child labor will not listen to the protests of a little kid.

Now that's good, with Tamamo-no-Mae overseeing things in Rome, the military and political operations are no longer a problem, and I can confidently sit on the Argo and command the overall situation.

With another problem solved, Samael became more and more satisfied with the fox spirit in front of him. He then used the paper and pen on the table to write and sketch something and handed it to Tamamo-no-Mae.

The fox spirit's ears twitched, she winked, and teased him with a smile.

"Are you already writing love letters to him so soon?"

"These are some tips on cooking and seasonings, as well as a few hot spring locations near Wenquanguan that are good for bathing. You've been quite well-behaved lately, so I'm giving them to you. Give them back if you don't want them!"

Samael had gradually become immune to the goblin's habitual teasing, and responded with a snort of annoyance, raising his hand to snatch back the few thin pieces of paper.

Food and hot springs?

"Once something is given away, there's no reason to take it back!"

Upon hearing this, Tamamo-no-Mae's eyes lit up. As she spoke, she immediately clenched the parchment in her hand and stuffed it directly into the groove in her bosom.

That damned fox!

Samael glanced at the pair of rabbits jumping around, cursed under his breath, and had no choice but to give up.

Seeing the ancient serpent retreat, Tamamo-no-Mae once again pulled out the paper, examined it closely, and her smile grew even wider.

"By the way, how did you know I have these two hobbies? Do you know so much about me?"

"..."

"Is this considered a direct declaration of love? Wow, that's really bold."

"If you want to know, why don't I call Skadi and Anna over so we can have it appraised together?"

Samael glanced at the scoundrel fox who had started jumping around again and gave a cold, annoyed suggestion.

Tamamo shrank her neck slightly, toned down her teasing and became a little more serious, her face showing a hint of resentment.

"Alright, I won't let you down. I'll return these two gifts to you in the future."

"No thanks, I can't accept that."

Faced with that innate charm, Samael refused with a forced smile.

"But think about it, every day in our small but cozy and sweet little home, I'll wait for you to wake up, use this cooking guide to prepare a delicious and loving breakfast for you, and in the evening we can go for a hot spring bath together to wash away our fatigue. It's truly a perfect life..."

Mixed bathing is a Japanese tradition. Respecting customs, it doesn't seem like it's entirely unacceptable...

As the plaintive narration unfolded, the ancient snake stroked its chin, its gaze wavering slightly.

As Tamamo-no-Mae spoke, she became more and more excited, and involuntarily clasped her hands together in front of her chest. Her golden eyes shone, and her pretty face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Why don't we start this relationship now, Migu!"

"Thanks for the invitation, but I haven't lived enough yet!"

However, upon hearing that familiar verbal tic, a strange sense of absurdity arose in his heart, completely overshadowing the romantic feelings that had accumulated there. Samael suddenly sobered up, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Furthermore, if you dare to use your charm on me again, I'll strip you naked and hang you on the flagpole to dry!"

Tch, boring!

The fox, having suffered repeated defeats, drooped its ears, looking somewhat dejected.

After warning Tamamo-no-Mae, who was trying to seduce him again, Samael calmed down and asked about the progress of the Roman legions' advance.

"They have broken through the Persian border defenses and, under the guidance of the Assassins, are advancing on the Persian capital, capturing cities and blocking information. They are currently one day's journey away!"

Nero, who rarely gets a chance to speak, proudly informs this true mastermind of the Roman legions' outstanding battle report.

Upon hearing this, Samael's eyes gleamed, and he nodded inwardly, calculating.

Yesterday's Battle of Thermopylae resulted in a major defeat for the Persian army, which retreated over a hundred miles, and even the foundations of the Tower of Babel within their camp were dismantled by the Greek army.

Furthermore, with all three routes—land, sea, and air—blocked, the Persian army, now trapped like a caged beast, could only struggle weaker and weaker.

On the other hand, as the great altar at Thermopylae was completed, reinforcements from the native Greek gods were arriving in droves.

Now, there are only three days left until Ragnarok.

Based on the Roman legions' pace, they could capture the Persian capital, destroy the Persian pantheon, and significantly weaken the divine foundation of the Persian gods in Mesopotamia in less than two days.

Time's up!

Once Boudica sends news of her success, it will be time for the Greek army to launch a general offensive.

At that time, even if the Egyptians have ulterior motives, he can deal with them all!

One piece of good news after another came in, and Samael became increasingly satisfied.

"After this battle, Athens will not only gain hegemony over the Mediterranean, but the world will also be unable to stop Greece's expansion!"

Tamamo-no-Mae carefully observed the situation and couldn't help but marvel at the future territory of Greece after defeating Persia and Egypt.

"I don't think so. Greece is mountainous, its city-states are severely fragmented, and it lacks a unified national consciousness. Its foundation is too weak."

However, a completely different judgment came from the mouth of the King of Athens and the Greek sovereign.

"Your Highness, have you come to your senses? You want to return to Rome with me and lead Rome to conquer the world?!"

Upon hearing this, Nero beamed with joy, immediately grabbed Samael's hand, and even began to conceive the repertoire for the future tour.

"No, I have no interest in dominating the world. Where humanity goes is its own business. After this war, I will probably step down from the throne of King of Athens and do what I should do."

Samael shook his head slightly, his gaze deep and distant, lazily stretching his limbs, a smile playing on his lips.

"What needs to be done?"

Tamamo-no-Mae was somewhat stunned, and subconsciously murmured to herself.

"Go to the Inner Sea of ​​Stars and spend more time with Tina and the others; they've been waiting for too long..."

The ancient serpent's lips curled up, and as he uttered the answer with a smile, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease. He then glanced at Nero, who seemed somewhat bewildered, and smiled as he patted the girl's head.

"Of course, once things stabilize over there, you can move there as well."

He was never an ambitious person; all he did was try to bring back the mother goddess Tiamat and find an opportunity to lie low.

And now, the conditions are almost complete.

"What will happen to the Panhellenic Union after we all leave?"

Upon hearing this, Nero was somewhat tempted, yet also somewhat at a loss, her small eyes filled with profound confusion.

Samael looked up at the mysterious void and the vast, boundless sea of ​​chaos, his mind filled with countless thoughts, his gaze deep and far-reaching.

In a daze, he couldn't help but recall the deeply entrenched politics of Athens, the Greek city-states fighting amongst themselves, and the culturally brilliant Academy of Athens...

I recalled the Macedonian prince who first appeared so formidable within the Thermopylae defenses…

He recalled the Roman Empire, now free of obstacles and destined for unparalleled dominance...