Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

What he needs to do now is to do everything he can to increase his chances of winning.

After a brief silence, Jusudra looked up at the gray dome and spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, what is the situation outside the World Tree now?"

Samael sighed, parted his palms slightly, and brought them together to form a model of a blue planet.

As far as Jusudara could see, apart from the nine divine eras linked by the World Tree, the entire surface of the planet was a desolate wasteland. The tide of nothingness was encroaching everywhere, and the fluttering angels were like locusts passing through, annihilating all life.

On the first day, all life on the earth perished, along with humans!

Chapter 229 Making You Unable to Get Out of Bed

Jusudela's face, hidden beneath her cloak, appeared somewhat somber.

"Snapped!"

However, just as the atmosphere was becoming somber, a fair hand landed on the old man's shoulder.

"Don't be so pessimistic. There is no life without death, and life is born from death. Crises often breed opportunities, which may not be a bad thing."

Samael smiled calmly, his eyes looking out at the World Tree, filled with a deep and profound meaning.

Meanwhile, outside the World Tree, lies the Hunnic steppe.

As meteors rained down, the once vibrant greenery was reduced to scorched earth, leaving behind craters resembling the surface of the moon.

"Bah ah..."

"Moo!"

Countless cattle and sheep, even as they ran for their lives and tried their best to dodge, were still rendered weak and guilty under this massive natural disaster.

Soon, these lives were caught by the raging flames, which burned through their skin and bones, melted their flesh and blood, and in the blink of an eye, they were reduced to ashes amidst screams and wails, scattered by the wind.

At the same time, forests burned, mountains cracked, the earth collapsed, and pale, ethereal tides surged from the abyss that led straight to the ground, wantonly eroding the surface.

In just half an hour, the vast grassland shrank dramatically, now resembling an isolated island in the ocean, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

Boom boom boom!

Before the Golden Tent Royal Court, the flickering light curtain dimmed and brightened with each falling heavenly fire.

One after another, giant blue wolves stood on end, baring their teeth and growling at the radiant humanoid figures in mid-air who held up flaming swords.

Having narrowly escaped Judgment, fewer than a thousand Huns have gathered here.

Click!

As the magic barrier, now at its last gasp, shattered, the old shaman's aged eyes gazed at the chaotic sky, his throat bobbing as he spat out a mouthful of phlegm, his face contorted in a grimace.

"Wolf cubs of the grasslands, see your enemy clearly, remember your hatred, even if you die, you must bite off a piece of flesh from these bastards!"

Having lost the grasslands where they grew up, the livestock they depended on for survival, and the family and friends they had been with day and night, the Huns, barely surviving here, were like trapped beasts driven to the brink of despair. With sinister eyes, they mounted their giant wolves and raised their longbows and swords high.

boom!

The magical barrier shattered like crystal, and the last sanctuary on the grassland opened its doors completely, allowing the army of angels to swarm down.

"May the Eternal Heaven protect me and grant me eternal victory! Kill!"

The Hunnic wolf riders charged out of the Golden Horde royal court, like a pack of desperate wolf cubs, baring their claws and launching a final assault on this high and mighty god from beyond the heavens.

Beneath the vast tide of nothingness, a black countercurrent stirred up a single, insignificant wave.

In Greece, shrouded in mist, the "blindfold of justice" was draped over Athena's bright eyes.

The goddess of wisdom, whose senses were blocked, walked forward with Samael's help, her steps uneven, and she couldn't help but wonder halfway through.

"Dad, where are you taking me? There's still a lot to prepare for Mount War God."

"Don't worry, I've entrusted it to Prometheus and Chiron. They'll handle it. Wait, we're here!"

The ancient serpent stopped and solemnly unveiled the goddess of wisdom's blindfold.

After adjusting to the changes in light and shadow, Athena looked at the familiar scene and the objects from her memory, and the answer suddenly appeared in her mind.

This is... the Alima Cave... the place where we used to live?

Immediately, the goddess of wisdom looked around the hall, her bright eyes landing on the sumptuous dishes on the stone table, and the cake in the very center, and she was stunned.

Happy birthday, Athena!

The ancient snake placed its hands on its adopted daughter's fragrant shoulders, a pleasant smile playing on its lips as it slowly opened its mouth, its eyes filled with relief and blessings.

Birthday? She herself had forgotten, but her father actually remembered.

This sudden surprise had a strong sense of unreality, leaving Athena somewhat dazed until Samael led her to sit down at the table, at which point the goddess of wisdom gradually came to her senses.

"Athena has arrived, may we begin?"

In the kitchen, Themis carried a bowl of fish soup and walked in gracefully, smiling as she asked questions. Her face, now free of her veil, was radiant.

"Can……"

"Wait, where's Medusa? I remember we share the same birthday, why didn't she come?"

Just as Samael nodded, the goddess of wisdom spoke up instinctively, frowning as she offered a reminder.

Themis put down the soup bowl, her star-like eyes gazing at her adopted daughter with a gentle, contented smile.

Gods are always lonely, and those who can be called rivals are, from another perspective, also recognized companions.

Although Athena was unwilling to admit it, there was no doubt that the serpent goddess who had played with her since childhood held an immeasurable place in the child's heart.

If someone were missing, there would probably always be loneliness and regret.

Unfortunately, Medusa was destined not to attend this birthday celebration.

Thinking of this, the Goddess of Justice glanced with her majestic eyes at the culprit beside her, a hint of reproach in her gaze.

"Ahem, I've already celebrated Medusa's birthday in the Alima Crypt."

Samael coughed as he explained, his eyes darting around.

After a night in Uruk, he and Anna returned from the Age of Gods in Mesopotamia to the crypts of Arima.

Long before Athena set off, the ancient serpent and the assembled Typhon children had already meticulously arranged a birthday banquet for Medusa.

However, what Samael didn't mention was that the way they celebrated was rather unusual, the kind that kept people in bed.

Right now, the serpent goddess should be lying in her nest, sleeping with her two older sisters who are whimpering and covering their bottoms.

So, this is a dinner party just for me?

The goddess of wisdom looked at the two people in the candlelight, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips.

"You make me so proud, Athena. You've worked so hard all these years..."

Samael raised his glass, spoke solemnly, his eyes showing both pity and admiration.

Athena played a crucial role in enabling the three goddesses of Mount Ares to rule Greece and leave behind numerous contingency plans. The hardships and difficulties they endured in pioneering these plans need no further explanation.

Athena picked up her wine glass, shook her head helplessly, and diluted the solemnity with a slightly mischievous complaint.

"I had no choice, I got on your pirate ship, and I promised to take good care of Tina, Aunt Themis, and Medusa..."

Samael suddenly remembered that he seemed to have given Athena such instructions before parting ways during the war of the Titans.

The father and daughter smiled at each other and raised their glasses in tacit agreement to drink together.

Themis savored the warm atmosphere before her, and the ice on her unapproachable face melted away, revealing a hint of joy in her smile.

Perhaps this was the kind of warmth that neither the Titans of Otyria nor the Olympian gods had ever given her.

boom!

Just as the three were raising their glasses to enjoy this rare moment together, a loud crash came from outside the cave, and a towering figure stepped into the hall. His silver hair, under the arcs of lightning, flew wildly like an angry dragon.

The one who came was Zeus.

"I've had Hephaestus remelt and repair your damaged sheepskin shield..."

As the sheepskin shield was placed on the table, his silver-white eyes, crackling with electricity, gazed at Athena, and his deep voice inexplicably softened.

"And, Athena, my daughter, happy birthday..."

Chapter 230 I Want to Be On Top!

"What brings you here today? Why did you suddenly decide to celebrate Athena's birthday?"

Outside the cave, the night grew darker, and a cool breeze brushed against his face. Samael tossed a bottle of wine to Zeus beside him and hummed with amusement.

"My daughter, can't I come and see her for myself?"

Zeus took a sip of wine and spoke calmly.

“You have plenty of daughters, and I’ve never seen you have the time or inclination for this before. I advise you not to waste your energy on Athena.”

Samael raised his hand to stroke his chin, gave his old rival a mocking smile.

Zeus was kicked out, and Athena didn't show any affection or filial piety towards her father who had come knocking on her door.

"It seems she's been well-trained by you."

However, to everyone's surprise, the Roman god-king did not show any displeasure. Instead, he smiled and looked at Samael with a mocking expression.

The hint of deep blue that flickered in those silvery-white pupils made the ancient serpent shudder, instantly realizing the reason for the Roman god-king's sudden whim.

"Your Highness Metis?"

"Hmm, long time no see, kid."

The goddess of wisdom from the previous era, whose consciousness had taken over, nodded with a smile.

Good heavens! This Queen of the Gods, as expected of a woman who fought Zeus her whole life, definitely had a backup plan.

He still doesn't know who the real winner was in the contest between Metis and Zeus.

Samael was speechless at the couple's love-hate relationship, equating them with danger in his mind and keeping his distance.

What brings you here this time?

"What if I told you that I was going to take Athena away and make her the Queen of the Roman Gods in the future?"

Her Majesty the Empress turned around and spoke casually.

“I will respect Athena’s opinion; it is her life.”

This sudden question startled Samael, and a strange sense of unease and fear welled up within him. He suppressed his distracting thoughts, pondered for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

"I will make her choose me..."

Metis smiled with narrowed eyes, looking at Samael with great interest, his tone serious and certain.

"I can help her eliminate the answers!"

The aggressive words slipped out, and the ancient serpent smiled knowingly, its vertical pupils flashing with a dangerous light.

Eliminating answers is actually quite simple.

Let this goddess sleep a little longer, stay obediently inside Zeus, and enjoy their own little world.

Indeed, whether to follow her mother or her adoptive father was Athena's own choice.

But if Metis intends to drag his adopted daughter into a mess like a coup or a power grab, using familial ties to blackmail Athena, Samael won't be so obedient as to let that girl bear the torment of making a choice alone.

No one can take Athena away from me unless she wants to!

Samael's gaze was cold and hard, revealing undisguised hostility.

"Sincere but not pedantic, very good, that puts my mind at ease. I came mainly to see the child and to thank you for raising her."

However, Metis immediately smiled, a look of pleasure in his eyes.

"They're not here to demand someone back?" Samael was slightly taken aback.

"Since you care about her so much, she's yours, and always will be..."

The goddess waved with a smile and walked away into the rising mist, her meaningful whispers gradually fading away.

Samael's facial muscles twitched slightly, and the fingers he raised as if to hold on froze in mid-air.

It wasn't until midnight that the ancient serpent that had gone to see "Zeus" off finally returned to its dwelling, swaying leisurely.