Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael's snake-like eyes narrowed slightly, his tone slow and deliberate, a hint of mockery appearing in his eerie gaze, like a black venomous python scrutinizing the white mouse that had fallen into the cage.

"Thanks to her, you were able to be lured out and put all the chips on this assassination. Otherwise, with all the heroes holding their ground, Greece wouldn't have been able to so easily dismantle the Persian army and capture the Tambe Valley. In this game, I am the hunter!"

"Shut up!"

A strong sense of humiliation surged within Michael, causing him to roar with a contorted face. Golden flames erupted around him as he unleashed his potential, desperately trying to break through this divine inferno to prove his perfection.

Amidst the interplay of black and white, an ancient parchment scroll emerges from a golden-red magic circle, hovering before the archangel's chest, its pages rustling as it turns.

At the same time, a milky white beam of light emanated from the First Temple, which opened in the sky, and fell upon Michael, his immense divine power rising steadily.

Feathers of light fell from the sky to earth, and within the open gates of that heaven, countless angels in white robes could be vaguely seen singing hymns of praise.

"The king who is my lord's messenger: "

An excellent messenger;

The Viceroy of Heaven;

You are one of the seven angels before God's throne, the one who blows the trumpet, the forerunner who unveils the seven seals, and the courageous and fearless challenger.

Your holy voice echoes in the vaults of heaven: 'Just as God!'

Beneath layers of blessings, the noble, godlike being, with seven halos shining above his head and three pairs of wings fluttering, rose into the air. With his left hand, he drew divine patterns on the ancient parchment scroll, declaring the inevitable destiny to the enemy of his lord.

"Great serpent of antiquity, evil dragon who sowed original sin, why have you fallen from the sky!"

Under the rhythmic divine power and solemn resonance, the dark red cross-shaped greatsword held in his right hand ignited with a blazing light, and a terrifying stream of ethereal light soared into the sky, scattering the clouds in all directions, like a pillar of calamity fire that burns all things, ready to be unleashed.

"You who conquered and defeated nations, how have you been cut down to the ground..."

laugh!

Just as the power of fate was about to materialize, a dark, ghostly light unexpectedly slashed from the side.

"puff!"

With a dull thud as fabric tore, bright red blood splattered everywhere, and a severed arm flew off.

A sudden, intense pain struck, and Michael screamed as he clutched his severed left arm and was slammed into the ground.

At the same time, red and black mud, like burning magma, flowed from the ground, and pairs of pale arms reached out from it, climbing onto the body of the Child of Light, trying to pull him into the mud. Endless resentment and curses constantly assaulted his mind.

"Get away! Get away!"

"Blasphemy! Death penalty!"

Michael roared and struggled, and the surging ether coalesced into blazing white lightsabers, which he fired at the pale arms around him.

However, those outstretched, pale arms, once severed, regenerate almost instantly, seemingly inexhaustible.

"Hehe, delicious~~"

At this moment, the silver-haired, red-eyed witch, holding a red-black scythe with snake-like scales, walked towards the prisoner with her pale feet treading on the filthy mud. Her cherry lips sucked on her pale fingers stained with golden-red blood, and a wicked smile spread across her beautiful face.

The ominous aura surrounding the woman, and the curse that flowed from every drop of blood and every pore, made Michael instantly realize something. His bloodshot eyes gazed at the figure walking from the throne.

The curse on that guy has been absorbed!

Chapter 196 Those who are not family will not enter the same door.

In fact, at the same time as Martha was sent away, the God of Healing had already summoned the "medicine" that could cure him from Elysium using the Great Temple, as instructed by Samael.

That's right, the one who appeared inside the Great Temple was none other than Pandora, the Daughter of Calamity!

Nothing is more suited to absorbing and containing the curse of Angolan Mainyu than Pandora itself.

Once this parasitic thing is removed from the body, the remaining injuries will naturally heal easily thanks to Samael's immortality.

Therefore, as early as last night, when the ancient serpent sought out the god of medicine and received a definitive diagnosis, the plan to use Martha's words and himself as bait to force Michael to take a desperate gamble had already been conceived in Samael's mind.

From beginning to end, this Child of Light could not escape Samael's calculations.

Achieving the greatest victory with the least effort and sacrifice has always been the aesthetic pursued by the ancient serpent.

In fact, to perfectly reenact this ambush, Samael not only realistically coughed up blood when facing the first attack, but also threw all his heroes into the battlefield and generously lent his weapon to Pandora so that he could severely injure Michael and eliminate any potential threats.

Now, the Book of Destiny, the only thing Michael held that made him wary, had detached from his severed hand and was hovering in mid-air.

"Pandora, good girl, well done!"

At this moment, Samael spread his arms, a warm smile on his face, and walked down to the courtyard, clearly wanting to give the silver-haired, red-eyed girl a big hug.

"It is my honor to serve you, Father."

Pandora blinked her jewel-like red eyes, smiled sweetly, raised her giant red and black scythe, and returned it to its original owner.

The two figures walked towards the center, their eyes met, smiles bloomed, and they shared the joy of victory.

boom!

boom!

But the next moment, a violent surge of red and black magic erupted, and the two figures simultaneously stomped their feet and leaped into the air, rushing towards the Book of Destiny floating in mid-air.

"Father, weren't you going to give me a hug? It turns out all the praise was a lie. This is so heartbreaking."

Pandora, her eyes filled with resentment, suddenly swept her crimson scythe forward.

"You unlucky kid, I knew you wouldn't be so honest!"

The ancient serpent, who had taken the lead, smirked coldly. Its eyes, like cross-shaped stars, opened and closed. It gripped the Book of Destiny in one hand and bent its other finger forward, its divine will humming and pulsating.

In an instant, the giant scythe in Pandora's hand twisted and wriggled, transforming into a hideous black-scaled giant serpent, which turned around and coiled around the witch's delicate body.

Suddenly, Pandora, bound like a silkworm, fell straight to the ground.

You're still too green to try and outsmart me!

Did you really think I'd let you out without any protection?

Samael knelt down, releasing his remaining strength, his gaze filled with a coldness.

Last night, in order to make Pandora work obediently and absorb the power of the curse for him, he removed the divine decree imprinted on the witch's body afterwards.

But given the witch's notorious record, how could he not have a backup plan?

"Bondage? Father, so you have this kind of fetish. Should I try a different position?"

Pandora, who was wriggling her delicate body on the ground like a caterpillar, saw Samael approaching with an unfriendly expression. She immediately raised her pretty face, blinked her bright eyes, and exuded extreme seduction.

The alluring curves and the exquisitely beautiful face that combined innocence and charm caused the ancient snake to be slightly stunned.

boom!

However, at that moment, the red and black mud shell not far away shattered, and Michael, with a pale face, transformed into a streak of light with lightning speed and rushed towards the sky outside the door.

laugh!

In an instant, a red and black arc of light streaked past, and the Child of Light, who had risen into the air, was unable to dodge in time. Half of his wing was brutally severed, and golden-red divine blood sprayed out indiscriminately.

escape!

Despite the excruciating pain, Michael's only remaining thought propelled him to race toward the Sea of ​​Chaos.

"Binding? You'll experience it for yourself. I'll settle the score with you later!"

Samael turned to look at Pandora on the ground. His sinister, opening and closing snake eyes made Pandora feel like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake. A chill ran down her spine, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Immediately, the ancient serpent with a gloomy expression summoned the Sagittarius Gold Cloth, which, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, rapidly flapped its metal wings and chased after the Sea of ​​Chaos.

At this moment, the sudden change at Thermopylae caused the Persian and Greek armies engaged in battle to change color, all turning their gazes toward the area that had once again become the focus of attention.

As the figure, its golden-red divine blood spilled and its arms and wings severed, lost its radiance and fled in disarray toward the sea of ​​chaos, the Persians, trapped in the crowded mountain pass, felt their faith crumble. Their faces turned ashen, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground without their noticing.

Mithras, he has abandoned us...

"By the Three Goddesses, Mount War promises not to slaughter prisoners. Those who surrender will be spared, while those who resist will be punished as a whole! You have ten breaths to consider!"

Just as the morale of the Persian army was plummeting, one figure after another broke through the defenses and stood on high ground. Jason, leading a group of Argonaut heroes guarding the key passes, shouted triumphantly towards the trapped beast in the ravine.

"We surrender!"

However, before the captain could begin counting, a graceful, brown-skinned figure rode a flying carpet, bursting out of the valley, raising her hands, and heading straight for the Greek camp.

"You...you are..."

"Schheen Zod! My lord, my name is Scheherazade! I don't have to die, right?"

The plump sorcerer hurriedly answered and looked at Jason expectantly, asking questions. The captain paused for a moment before recovering and nodding dryly.

No need to die! No need to die!

Scheherazade patted his surging chest, letting out a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

At this moment, the remaining Persian soldiers in the ravine looked at each other in bewilderment.

Martha, who was struggling with whether or not to back down according to the bet to minimize casualties, looked at the dark-skinned beauty in astonishment.

Arash, who was drawing back his bowstring, ready to fight a bloody battle, found his arm frozen in mid-air, his mouth twitching violently.

"We did it too! We voted too!"

That guy was holding... the Book of Destiny?!

The Book of Destiny is gone, and the seven seals that control the seven riders are no longer in Mithra's hands. What's the point of playing this game?

King David and the Queen of Sheba exchanged glances, and before anyone could react, he raised his hands and readily surrendered, leaving Martha standing there, clenching her fists, completely bewildered.

However, as the two kings went to surrender, they were shocked to find that Scheherazade had already taken the initiative to ask the Greeks for ropes, tied himself up, and was obediently squatting to the side.

Look at that! That's what it means to be a prisoner of war!

King David smacked his lips in amazement.

Seeing that powerful heroes and esteemed sorcerers had set an example, the remaining fighting spirit of the Persian army completely collapsed, and they numbly threw down their weapons, awaiting their fate.

Arash looked back at the few remaining, wounded archers of the Meteor Legion, sighed softly, loosened his grip on the longbow, raised his hands, and walked out of the dense forest.

“Miss Martha, right? His Majesty has ordered that after the weapons are confiscated, you can lead the Persians to treat the wounded yourselves. We will provide potions and food.”

The purple-haired saintess, who had been standing there in a daze, suddenly came to her senses when she heard the call in her ear. She looked at the green-haired cat-eared archer who had come to deliver the message and nodded blankly.

My job is to save lives and alleviate suffering, not to wage war.

Martha took a deep breath, calmed her chaotic emotions, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to the rescue work.

Darius, one of the two Persian kings, emerged from the tunnels, covered in dust and grime. Gazing at the Greeks covering the hillsides, he dejectedly threw down his weapons and accepted his fate of defeat.

On the other side, Xerxes raised his scimitar to his throat, but as the cold temperature stimulated his skin, the man ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it. He reluctantly dropped the scimitar, turned his head, and gazed wistfully at the sky where the shooting star had fallen, murmuring a sigh.

A great empire has fallen.

A brand new era has begun.

I'm taking a day off today.

My last book had 88 chapters blocked. Let's see if we can salvage it and also sort out the plot.

Just a quick rant about Mo Zhe's writing style...

I wrote my last book using this software, and finished it in January. When I tried to log in in November to export the blocked chapters, I couldn't. A quick online search revealed that the writing team had disappeared, and I'd even paid for VIP access...

Thankfully, I used OrangeMelon (橙瓜) for my second book. A stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

I will update promptly before 10 PM tomorrow night.

Chapter 197 Brainwashing Education

In the Tanbei Gorge, as the leaders successively surrendered, the remaining soldiers, no longer under psychological pressure, would lay down their weapons and accept being incorporated and judged by the Greeks.

However, to everyone's surprise, the Greeks simply gathered their weapons and kindly left behind a day's worth of rations and a lot of medicine before sending troops to guard the valley entrance.

During this time, the enemy did not strictly restrict their movements, and even allowed them to set up tents on the spot, letting Saint Martha organize people to treat the wounded, and even sending a medical team from the Academy of Athens to assist them.

As Greek medical officers patiently treated the wounded, they often muttered similar phrases.

Phrases such as "This was an unjust war," "The Persian prisoners of war survived only because of the grace of His Majesty Theseus," and "The war is over, and the merciful king will send them home" calmed the Persians who were initially somewhat uneasy. They gradually accepted this brainwashing rhetoric, and even their gazes towards them were no longer filled with hostility, but rather with a hint of gratitude.

"It seems that the empire is truly coming to an end."

Arash, the great Persian hero, stood on the gentle slope, looking around and taking in everything, then shook his head and sighed helplessly.