Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As Athena reminded them with a half-smile, the eighty-eight constellations led by the Gold Saints, along with the Gemini God and his three judges and Specters, all felt their faces sting even more.

With such a grand display, are they planning to start a war of gods?

However, since the leaders had already taken the stage, the subordinates, under the pressure of the goddess's tyranny, had no choice but to boost morale and respond with high spirits and indignation.

"All troops, march!"

"Hey, don't talk about violence like that, we're just on a state visit."

Athena blinked her cunning eyes, her gaze meaningful.

The group of professional bandits from ancient Greece looked at each other, subconsciously sheathing their wildly brandishing swords and adopting a more civilized demeanor.

Yes, we were just conducting a normal state visit, and incidentally... picking someone up.

Rome, Italy, on the Seven Hills.

A tall, voluptuous, blonde woman with curved demon horns on her head, wearing a seven-crown of beasts, dressed in red and black armor, and wielding a flaming greatsword poured the juice from her golden cup onto the mountaintop, chanting joyfully.

"Seven Hills, Seven Dragons, Flames Spread, Laughter Resounds, This is the Opening Moment, Build My Skyscraper—The Pantheon!!!"

Boom!

In an instant, the mountains resembled dragons, the earth's veins trembled and hummed, and surging magic erupted from the mountain ridges, molten stone and refined gold as a foundation, shattered mounds into a plain, and a majestic and ancient temple rose from the ground.

One after another, monarchs and generals, including the god Romulus, the great emperor Caesar, and Scipio the Elder and Younger, stepped forward to offer their humility to the newly blooming blood rose on the high platform.

This beautiful rose symbolizes the revival of Rome.

"Everyone's here? Excellent, let's set off immediately! The Prince is still waiting; I'm going to marry him!"

Nero raised her demon sword and pointed it forward, a mischievous smile appearing on her excited and cheerful face.

Paradise Island, Temple of the Moon.

The blazing white flame was lit in the torch, illuminating the sky.

One by one, the Amazonian female warriors, each easily lifting several tons of weight and standing two meters tall, put down their work, donned their bows and arrows and light armor, and moved with incredible speed, converging in front of the temple square like rushing streams.

Queen Hippolyta, with her red hair flowing down her shoulders and wearing light armor, walked forward surrounded by her entourage.

The beautiful face illuminated by the firelight has not faded with the passage of time; instead, it has gained a mature charm that comes with age, like a jar of even sweeter and more enchanting wine.

"Now we must gather all our people back; we have something to do."

The Queen spoke succinctly, reaching behind her to take the bow and arrow that were handed to her. She dipped the arrowhead, inscribed with intricate runes, into the burning sacred fire, then drew the bowstring taut and shot the whistling arrow into the sky.

In an instant, a sharp piercing sound reverberated far and wide in the sky, and the blazing white flames that broke through the barrier of Paradise Island exploded, leaving behind a crescent-shaped mark that shimmered with ancient symbols, which lingered for a long time.

Meanwhile, on the West Coast of the United States, at the publicly listed Amazon delivery company.

The CEO (President), dressed in a white shirt, with short white hair and a smart appearance, took off his glasses and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the crescent moon shimmering in the sky. He was initially taken aback.

The Bow of the God of War, the Arrow of the Moon Goddess? This is a summons. What happened?

Immediately, Pentessilia seemed to have thought of something, hurriedly ripped off the tie around his neck, threw it aside roughly, and a smile of excitement spread across his face.

"Hurry, hurry, close up shop! The older lady wants us to go back!"

"Yay! Can we finally go back!"

"Wearing such a covered-up outfit every day, and having to smile and be obsequious to difficult customers, I wish I could smash their heads in and see who dares to give me a bad review!"

"I can't ride horses, I can't hunt, and I can't speed while driving. It's so frustrating!"

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the small courier company. Long-legged female models dressed as couriers shed their cumbersome clothes and, like foals breaking free of their reins, tossed their delivery boxes around and frolicked.

Since the mystery faded, Paradise Island has gradually become isolated from the world.

Although the thirteen bonds have now been broken and the mystery has returned to the surface, the disconnect from the secular world for thousands of years has still created considerable obstacles for the Amazons in their contact with the outside world.

In order to integrate into the new era as quickly as possible, Penthesilea led a group of Amazon warriors to establish a delivery company in America under the orders of Queen Hippolyta.

On the one hand, this place is known as the "lighthouse of the world," where information flows rapidly, allowing Paradise Island to quickly gather the intelligence it needs.

On the other hand, the delivery company is inconspicuous and requires heavy labor, which is a good way for Amazon warriors to release their boundless energy.

Of course, the company was not founded for profit, but to provide a platform for Amazonian women to integrate into society and offer them jobs during their transition period.

Once they've completed their assessments, they can easily change jobs and choose the life they want.

But their inherent wildness and adventurous spirit made them unable to forget their life on Paradise Island.

Soon, having released some of their energy, the Amazon warriors quickly tidied up the warehouse, closed the shop doors, drew magic circles on the spot, and excitedly prepared for their homecoming ceremony.

Should we remind Diana?

Just as they were about to step into the teleportation array, a young Amazonian warrior whispered a reminder to her CEO.

"Don't worry, that child definitely saw it, and might even get back before I did."

Pentesilla, who was admiring the skyscrapers outside the window, turned around and chuckled, a hint of elder's doting affection appearing on her face.

Right now, on the streets of New York.

A tall, graceful woman in a brown trench coat stopped as if sensing something, raised her flawless, striking features, and looked at the crescent moon emblem shimmering in the sky with her pupils slightly contracted.

click-

Amidst the ear-piercing noise, a section of an abandoned concrete utility pole broke and rolled down.

Under the shadow of the disaster, a mother and daughter who had just opened their car door to go shopping were the first to be affected. They were so frightened by the sudden misfortune that they were stiff and unable to move, their eyes filled with terror.

In an instant, a gust of wind swept by, raising a cloud of dust.

"boom!"

As the dust settled and the surrounding view became clear, pedestrians who had heard the commotion were astonished to find that the massive concrete pillar had been blown aside.

The mother and daughter, who should have been smashed into mincemeat, were unharmed except for their pale faces.

A little head peeked out from its mother's arms, looked around, and found those deep, dark eyes in the crowd.

Hush

This is a secret that can't be told.

The owner of the pupils made a shushing gesture by putting his index finger to his lips, and the obedient little girl nodded blankly.

The contract is reached.

The figure in the middle winked playfully, put her hands in her pockets, and turned to leave amidst the noisy chatter.

Unnoticed by anyone, a graceful woman disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Eastern Europe, Siberia.

With the creaking of the mechanism, a large alloy door slowly opened, and a snow armored vehicle marked with the letters NFF drove out of the warehouse.

Inside the warm carriage, Princess Anastasia took a sip of her hot coffee, slightly lifting her somewhat listless spirits, and then raised her hand to massage her temples.

"Is there still no news from Koyanskaya?"

"I can't sense it..."

Attila took a big gulp of her bubble tea, wiped her mouth, and looked up to answer.

"There's been no response for so long, that female fox must really be in trouble."

The princess sighed helplessly, then looked at the sliver of golden light piercing the wind and snow outside the window. Seemingly having made up her mind, she threw the empty paper cup in her hand into the trash can.

"Perhaps we can only ask the other party involved first."

Upon hearing this, Attila seemed to realize something, turned her head to look in a certain direction, her eyes shining, and a faint, glistening water stain could be seen at the corner of her mouth.

"it is good!"

"Roar~!"

In the corner, the three-headed evil dragon, feeling a sudden chill, retreated in fear and let out a low growl of terror.

The snowmobile continued its journey, breaking through the fierce ice storm, followed by hundreds of fully armed armored vehicles, heading towards the designated helipad.

Tulifas, in the ancient castle of the Thousand World Tree.

The Root Princess, who was having tea with her friend Sereneka, sensed the subtle resonance of magic in the air and immediately rushed outside. Standing in the courtyard, she looked with surprise at the golden light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

Your Highness, my Prince!

After disappearing for so long, you've finally reappeared!

Let me see where you are this time.

Sajo Aika excitedly calculated the location, and as the result appeared in her mind, a captivating blush appeared on her cheerful face.

Lentinion? Did you come looking for me?

Definitely is!

Although we missed each other, I will cherish this wonderful encounter.

My prince, you must wait for me. This time I will definitely catch up with you!

The lovestruck young woman, with her head held high and chest puffed out, made a firm vow and promptly sought out Sereneka, asking her friend to arrange a private jet for her to travel to her destination immediately.

(Ayaka Sajou: Let's have some fun together, guess who's missing?)

Central America, Honduras.

In the lush rainforest, a towering Mayan pyramid stands majestically in an open space. Kukullan, the feathered serpent god, sits under the Sun Calendar Stone, flipping through a fighting magazine. He looks up at the shimmering golden light in the sky, a hint of surprise and nostalgia appearing in his emerald green eyes.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen that cute little brother.

Perfect timing, I'll just go out for a walk while I'm at it.

Kukulkan threw away the magazine, knelt down from the top of the Mayan pyramid, and due to divine power, his hair transformed into long, emerald-green hair that danced in the wind.

The inside of her hair has a crystalline, scale-like appearance, radiating a powerful vitality from the inside out, showcasing her strength.

Just as King Arthur will return, but will become an eternal legend.

In Mayan mythology, the world went through five solar calendars, experiencing a series of destructions and rebirths. The feathered serpent god, who once brought abundance and prosperity, will return to become the ruler of the sixth era, bringing glory to the Maya once again, for eternity.

Clearly, this is not just hearsay.

"Tralock, I need to go out for a bit."

A young goddess with short black hair and a bird feather headdress emerged from the shadows and offered advice in a deep, resonant voice.

A red line was painted on her face, and corresponding divine patterns were drawn on her exposed skin. Although her figure and appearance looked immature, she had an imposing aura.

"As the king of the Maya, your every move concerns the fate of your people. Please be careful with your words and actions!"

"Trying to stop me?"

With a broad smile, Quetzalcoatl immediately whistled, summoning his beloved Pteranodon, which took off first, leaving behind a mocking provocation.

"Alright, catch up with me first!"

Damn it, the city is still under planning and there are many things to deal with. This woman only slipped out a few days ago, why is she trying to run away again?

The bitter and resentful worker was furious when he saw Quetzalcoatl run away. He leaped up, whipped the raindrops into a whip, and chased after his fleeing boss, determined to capture her and bring her to justice.

These leaders don't know how to appreciate the hard work of their subordinates. Why don't they give them a good talking-to? Are they just going to save them for the New Year?

Brakmoa village, hilltop castle.

The high-level worker, who also suffered from oppression, suddenly pulled her head out of the documents that had buried her, her brown eyes gleaming with an excited light.

"Quickly! Call someone! Go to Lentinion right now and bring that good-for-nothing bastard Samael back to work!"

A claw frantically pressed the alarm clock on the table, issuing the latest orders to the various branches of the Dark Council.

However, most of the core employees, who were already aware of the difficulty of this task, had a lukewarm response.

Seeing her subordinates' lack of fighting spirit, Holo slammed her hand on the table, stood up abruptly, shook off the documents covering her body, and loudly added to the list.

"Bring this guy back, and everyone will get an extra twenty months' salary, three months of paid leave, plus free meals and travel!"

hiss!

In an instant, the Witch's Tea Party, the Gravediggers, the Punishing Knights, the Fairy Sorcerers, and other subordinate organizations of the Dark Council were all in high spirits, frantically popping up to accept missions, and under the summons of the Wise Wolf Holo, they quickly gathered in Lentinion, determined to bring their Speaker back.

Having confirmed that she had mobilized the entire Dark Council's power, Holo curled her lips into a smug smile.

She only cared about issuing tasks. As for the depleted treasury after her serious injury and the backlog of documents from her three-month vacation, she just threw them at her controversial jerk brother, letting him experience the dark days of working.

Holo, the wise wolf who had secretly dug her own pit, grabbed a slightly wilted apple from the table, took a big, satisfying bite, and smiled broadly.