Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

unless…

Exploit his weakness!

"Stop him! Buy me some time!"

The Amazon queen gritted her teeth and roared. As her sisters struggled to their feet and charged toward Hercules, her sister ran toward the precipice, leaped off, and slashed her broadsword toward the handsome young man swaying in the canyon.

Do I look like someone who's easy to bully? They actually want to take me hostage.

Samael was taken aback when he saw the red-haired female swordsman jumping around aggressively. He was both amused and exasperated. He raised his hand and summoned the Medusa Shield, holding it in front of his chest.

"boom!"

Amidst the clanging of metal in the explosion, layers of air surged through the canyon, sending sand and gravel flying and clanging against the stone walls and the armor of the two men.

boom!

Seeing that the yellowish-brown aura protecting the handsome man remained unmoved, the Amazon queen stomped her right foot hard, causing hundreds of radiating cracks to appear in the ground.

At the same time, a powerful, explosive sound emanated from that tall, athletic body.

"Blood of Ares, burn—Roar of the War God!"

Instantly, wisps of blood mist seeped from the Amazon Queen's pores, forming raging crimson flames on her body.

As the air distorted slightly, the pervasive stench of blood seemed to pull one into a brutal battlefield, where the roars of warriors and the clash of weapons were clearly audible.

Click!

Amidst the crisp, trembling sound, the divine barrier on the outer layer of Medusa's Shield could not withstand the pressure and gradually crumbled.

Samael's eyelids twitched. Behind the light screen, he saw a woman with blood seeping from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Her body was clearly overburdened, yet she was frantically squeezing out her potential, gripping her sword and desperately pushing forward. His eyes showed a hint of surprise and solemnity.

hum!

With a sudden buzzing sound, the dim Medusa Shield turned into specks of light and disappeared.

It worked!

The Amazon queen's expression brightened, but because her ears were still dazed, she could no longer hear the echoes from her sisters on the mountaintop. Her heart tightened, and she forcefully resisted the force of the recoil, rushing towards the trump card used to restrain the powerful enemy.

However, just as she thought she had it all figured out, a sharp wailing sound came from the air the moment she stepped within two steps of the other person.

The handsome man, who was supposed to be protected like a lamb, instead faced the sword's edge and lunged forward.

Fearing that the man would die by her sword and the situation would become irreversible, the Amazon queen paused instinctively and forcibly sheathed her sword.

In the crucial moment of psychological and technical maneuvering, Samael narrowly avoided the attack, closing in half a step and unleashing his long-prepared right fist.

vomit!

With a violent spasm in her abdomen, the Amazon queen's vision went black, her greatsword fell from her hand, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Don't get me wrong, seeing how hard you've worked, I just feel it's necessary to have a fight with you, and after that..."

"I'll make you give up completely!"

Samael cracked his knuckles, smiled, stepped forward, rested his chin on his hand, and asked curiously.

"So, what's your name? If you tell me, I can remind Hercules to hold back."

The female warrior slowly released her grip on the silver greatsword, responding with a humiliating, muffled voice through gritted teeth.

"Hisporta, Queen of the Amazons, are you satisfied?"

At that moment, Samael, who knew little about the situation above, froze upon hearing the name, his eyes gleaming strangely, and he began to have doubts.

So, Your Majesty, you didn't come here specifically to try and rape me, did you?

Chapter 161 Hello, Ahoge (1/3)

More than ten minutes later, Samael looked at the Amazon queen Hippolyta with a strange expression.

He was right; these women really were there to rape him.

Amazon, also translated as Amazon, is the land of women.

But they were not the typical gentle and alluring women who depended on men; rather, they were strong and martial female warriors, and conquering them was a dangerous dream that every Greek hero had.

The Amazon is located on the banks of the Termedon River in Asia Minor. Its land features both broad plains and dense jungles, as well as snow-capped, crystal-clear mountains and long, flat coastlines.

The complex terrain and environment fostered the Amazonians' nature of conquering nature and their fierce and courageous spirit.

Here, the usual gender roles are reversed, with nine sisters headed by Queen Hippolyta.

Hippolyta, the queen of the Amazons, is said to be able to draw Apollo's bow, pierce the armor forged by Hephaestus, ride Poseidon's dragons, and pass through Zeus's thunderbolts! When she arrived in her blood-red armor and bronze chariot, everyone seemed to see the goddess of war descend upon the world in the body of a woman.

She was the most beloved daughter of Ares among the nine sisters, the bravest, most resolute, and wisest of the female warriors, and was bestowed with the War God's Belt by Ares as a symbol of power and glory.

Because they were the offspring of Ares, the god of war, and the goddess of the moon, they possessed extraordinary talents and abilities, and thus, women, represented by them, held absolute power.

Normally, women live by plundering. They learn to fight and kill from a young age and grow up to become warriors who conquer all directions.

In order to reproduce and produce a superior bloodline, they kidnapped or bought and sold men, took them to Amazon tribes to reproduce, and then threw them out.

If the offspring is a boy, he is killed or enslaved; if it is a girl, she is kept and raised to become a warrior like her.

Recently, the Amazons' most important day for procreation, known as the "Day of Life," is just around the corner.

To this end, these female warriors sneaked into the Greek city-states, intending to bring back some "local specialties" for breeding. They would block the canyon leading to Arcadia, knock out passersby, grab any men they found attractive, tie them up like pigs, stuff them into boats, and transport them back to the Amazon.

According to the plan, the number of seedlings that need to be captured is actually almost enough.

At the same time, Queen Hippolyta and her sisters had also come of age and needed to "live".

How could those weaklings in the cabin, who were mostly ordinary people, be worthy of the noble demigod bloodline of the Queen and her sisters?

Therefore, after Hippolyta delivered the last batch of seedlings, at the urging of her sisters, she deliberately stayed a few more days, intending to catch a powerful male hero to take back for breeding.

The good news is that they met, two at a time.

The bad news is that the other side is too strong; they can't beat them.

boom!

With a dull thud, the burly figure bent his knees to release the force, then stood silently behind his employer, his joints relaxed, like a lion guarding its territory.

"above…"

"As you requested, they are all still alive," Hercules replied calmly.

Hearing the burly man's deep voice in response, Hippolyta breathed a sigh of relief, her feelings a mixture of relief and frustration.

Heracles—she recognized this great hero who was famous throughout Greece.

The other pretty boy, seemingly harmless, not only possesses the Medusa Shield, but after the artifact breaks through her defenses, he can also take her down with a single blow. He is probably a descendant of some god left behind on earth.

What's even stranger is that he was able to command Hercules and make this great hero do things for him, which is simply unbelievable.

We've ambushed them; we've really messed up this time.

Hercules glanced at the Amazon queen, who was also defeated and captured, her face ashen, and his brow furrowed slightly.

At this moment, Hippolyta, with her red hair flowing freely, was bound to a rock in a strange posture. Golden and black runic ropes formed from ether, like venomous snakes, wrapped around her body several times, forming a symmetrical pattern resembling a tortoise shell, squeezing out alluring cleavage from the woman's originally rather barren breasts.

"You'd better not treat her like a woman. If you try to physically abuse them, be careful this she-wolf goes mad and bites off your manhood, making you unable to be a man anymore."

The demigod bodyguard hesitated slightly, then couldn't help but offer a reminder.

Samael, who had inadvertently revealed his binding skills, coughed repeatedly and snapped his fingers to dispel the magical golden-black rope.

Hippolyta rubbed her sore and swollen wrists and ankles, making no attempt to hide her movements in front of the enemy as a warm-up.

“If you run away, I’ll have Hercules kill all eight of them lying on top.”

Samael narrowed his eyes slightly, and was equally frank.

A head-on confrontation is definitely out of the question; if they try to run, they might be able to put up a fight by taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain.

The question is, can she really escape?

Hercules, on the other side, was once the champion who crushed demigods, defeated gods, and dominated the top spot in multiple events at the Olympian Games.

In the realm of long-distance running, even Hermes, the god of speed, and his descendants deeply admired Heracles.

I'm afraid that as soon as she has this thought, she won't get very far before she's caught and humiliated.

Moreover, she could only bring two sisters with her at most; the fate of the others who were left here was predictable.

Hippolyta pondered for a moment, then gave up her struggle, turned around, pursed her lips, and walked up to Samael, the person in charge.

"How about we make a trade? I can become your spoils of war, I will never resist and I will do whatever I want with you, but you need to spare my sisters."

As the night breeze blew, the long red hair was gently lifted. Under Samael's gaze, he was momentarily lost in thought, the outline of the face gradually overlapping with an image in his memory.

"Ahoge?"

With a dazed look in its eyes, the ancient snake murmured unconsciously.

"It seems you're quite interested in me. You've agreed to this deal?"

The cold, aloof question from the other side, along with the delicate touch and warmth emanating from her fingertips, made Samael realize with a start that he was unknowingly raising his hand to lightly and disrespectfully stroke the contours of the Amazon queen's cheek.

Startled awake, the ancient snake awkwardly withdrew its attack, then turned the tables and took control.

"This deal is too demanding for you. Let's hear my terms instead."

"Ok?"

“I can let you nine sisters leave together, but you need to swear an oath to Styx, the goddess of oaths, promising to release the captured seedlings when you return to the Amazon.”

"But without seedlings, the Amazon's population will decline rapidly, and we..."

Hearing Hippolyta's hesitation, Samael abruptly interrupted and asked indifferently.

"With the constant abduction of men over the years, how much has the number of Amazon warriors increased?"

"this…"

Hippolyta's breath hitched, and she fell silent.

Clearly, through this method of reproduction, the number of Amazonian warriors did not increase much. In fact, during repeated raids, they clashed with the Greek city-states, and several wars resulted in the deaths and injuries of many of her sisters, leading to a decline in the population.

"What if I could help you solve this problem?"

Samael looked at Hippolyta with a deep gaze, her tone solemn.

Chapter 162 The Stallion's Election and Appointment (2/3)

Under the bright moonlight, in the canyon fully illuminated, Hippolyta listened to the handsome man's advice, her eyes gleaming with admiration, her shock beyond words.

Even Hercules, who was usually silent and solemn, couldn't help but show a hint of emotion on his face.

Samael's method is simple and easy to understand.

Simply put, the Amazons could relax restrictions during the Days of Savoy and invite men from the Greek world to the Amazon to pair up with women of marriageable age.

If the Amazons wanted to ensure the quality of their males, they could set up several obstacles for them during their entry into the tribe, testing their strength, wisdom, and bloodline, thus selecting the perfect offspring.

If the object of the selection is someone of noble status like the Amazon Queen, with many suitors, then after the initial selection, the arriving Greek heroes can continue to compete against each other in the arena to determine a certain number of winners, who will then be chosen by the person in question.

If the child is a girl, she should stay in the Amazon to replenish the population. If the child is a boy, there is no need to kill them all; they can be given to the father to raise.

In this way, the Amazon tribes not only no longer needed to maintain hostility with the Greek city-states by abducting men, but could also use this method as a bond to win more allies for the Amazon.

"Are men really willing to fight like animals for women, with such harsh conditions?"

However, while Hippolyta was awestruck by the man's groundbreaking and unconventional thinking, she was still somewhat uncertain about the actual effects.

Samael rolled her eyes at Hippolyta and responded irritably.

"For thousands of years, from wild beasts to humans, from humans to gods, reproduction has always been of paramount importance. Males fighting and killing each other to find mates has long been the norm."

Would you like to come? Ha, as long as Amazon promotes it well, you're probably still worried about whether your place is big enough.

Then, the ancient serpent paused for a moment before continuing to add.

"As for things that are too easy to obtain, humans often do not cherish them. With a gimmick, they seem unattainable, which is why heroes flock to them, to enter the Amazon and be proud to become seedlings. You can ask Hercules if you don't believe me."

The burly man beside Hippolyta, who was actually quite reserved, nodded frankly before Hippolyta could speak.

"Theseus was right. Conquering the Amazons was a dangerous dream that every Greek hero had."

Although this method of conquest is somewhat flawed, even I have to admit it's very appealing, and presumably the same would be true for most Greek heroes.