Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Unfortunately, you won't have that chance..."

Samael sighed softly, then slowly leaned back, his Spear of Creation frantically drawing in the nearby ether, divine runes attaching themselves to it.

"You are very strong. I should have died in battle time and time again, but their resentment and their unwillingness have made me reborn time and time again."

You are not simply fighting against me, but against the desires and sins of these insects.

Do you really dare to lay a hand on me? For the sake of mere humans? You should know the consequences!

Angolan Manuel sensed the terror contained within the spearhead, and instead of being angry, he laughed.

In an instant, the blood-red patterns etched all over his body gleamed menacingly, his hateful and crazed eyes fixed on his poised opponent. A sinister smile spread across his lips, his gaze meaningful, and his body, which swelled and contracted at different times, exuded a chilling malice.

Ho ho ho ho!

At the same time, sensing the danger to its host, the boiling black tide swept in from all directions, and with each drop of splashed black liquid, a twisted and hissing human face could be seen.

An angry and resentful soul hysterically questions:

Why are we the ones who die?! Why are they the ones who live?!

Why are some people rich while others are poor?

Why should some people enjoy life while others suffer?

Why are they saved while we are abandoned?!

I hate it so much! I hate it so much!

Live! Live!

Amidst the soul-shaking tremors, pale arms stretched out from the black tide, reaching for Samael, intending to protect the trapped Angolan Manuel and to stain this biased god with the same color as them.

The souls before me are like crabs thrown into a narrow bamboo cage, their hands and feet tangled together, tearing at each other, none of them able to escape, none of them able to find salvation.

That boundless evil, as it spreads, intends to drag any life it encounters into the abyss of destruction, to make them suffer the same despair and pain as they do.

On this land of nothingness, the sinful desires of the living have become so rotten that they overflow everywhere.

Samael's divine will surged, and the runes that flickered in the sky fell one after another, continuously blasting through and shattering the deformed limbs that had coalesced from within the black tide.

But they repeatedly regrouped, launching an endless offensive in an even more frenzied and twisted manner.

"Is this the evil of humanity etched into you?"

In the instant his vision cleared, the ancient serpent took a deep breath, his gaze calm and collected. As his lips moved, a suppressed and chilling voice echoed in all directions.

"Declaration: I command the killing, I command the life; what I wound, I heal."

Nothing can surpass me, nothing can escape ...

To destroy it.

I will call back the disabled and the old.

Entrust to me, learn from me, and follow me.

During the rest time, I have not forgotten to sing, I have not forgotten to pray, I have not forgotten myself.

With my lightness, I lay aside all burdens and rest in my hands.

Eternal life is bestowed by death;

Human beings begin to do evil, starting with snakes;

I myself have given people the seven sins;

Human filth is washed away with the blood of a lamb;

Light is born from darkness, God comes from evil, and death is rebirth!

Because of your sins, I have poured ointment on you and branded you with my mark.

Forgiveness is here and now, and I swear by my flesh.

—Let compassion be directed here!

Under the influence of the divine command, Samael unleashed his javelin, imbued with immense divine power, with a whooshing sound, solemnly declaring his authority.

"I accept this resentment, this curse!"

boom!

The spear that had been thrown to create the nation transformed into a crimson rainbow, piercing straight through the core of this extremely evil god, followed by raging red and black flames that rose up.

"Hahaha, what a self-righteous fool!"

Under the scorching heat of the Flame of Destiny, its skin cracked, its body shattered, and the surrounding black tide boiled, engulfing the God of Torture and coalescing into the image of a vicious wolf standing upright on two legs, its entire body pitch black, emitting hysterical, venomous roars.

I curse you who took my life!

I curse those who do not offer a helping hand!

I curse you who are biased and unfair!

I curse you! I curse you! I curse you!

"Look at the true ugliness of these humans you want to protect, once their disguise is stripped away. Even if gods were to sacrifice themselves for them, these insects would not be grateful. They would only take advantage of your weakness to devour your flesh!"

At that moment, Angolan Manuel sneered as the undead sword he had been flung out plunged into the ground, its twisted runes forming vein-like red and black lines on the parched earth.

Suddenly, one after another, heartless people who were willing to degenerate in order to survive, swayed their swollen and deformed limbs and gathered from all directions, their eyes filled with greed and hunger, staring at Samael as if they were appraising a delicious dish.

"Look, this is your end! Your final act!"

Angra Mainyu, transformed into a ferocious wolf god, grinned wildly. The Persian script appearing on the surface of the dark god's body pulsed rhythmically, the booming, resonant power causing the surrounding world to twist and crumble eerily in pure darkness.

The End of Four Nights! The Copying of All Things!

puff!puff!

At the same time, a counterattack from the rule level erupted, and huge bloody holes were blasted into Samael's chest and shoulder blades, corresponding to the wounds of Angolan Manuel. Twisted Persian script spread and crawled from the edges of the wounds like insects and ants, like red and black mycelium rooted in flesh and blood. The powerlessness of an old man put heavy shackles on his body and limbs.

As the sandstorm and light generated by the divine collision dissipated, hundreds of heartless sinners, like wild beasts smelling food, charged madly and excitedly toward your desolate land, their figures teetering on the brink of collapse.

Tsk tsk tsk!

At that moment, a sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out, and arrows as long as 1.5 meters fell with a whoosh, pinning those monsters that had degenerated into beasts to the ground. The rapid sound of horses' hooves broke through the sandstorm and crushed into the crowd of these people who had lost their minds.

The Amazon queen, clad in tattered light armor and with her red hair flowing, was riding on horseback, leading a few people, using her longbow and short sword to carve out a bloody path.

Along the way, deformed severed limbs flew everywhere, and red and black bloodstains were scattered and steaming.

But those who were slashed and lost their minds showed no fear of pain. They picked up the rotten flesh that fell from their bodies and devoured it frantically. Meanwhile, even more disgusting and deformed cysts multiplied and grew again from the broken parts of these monsters' bodies. They waved their arms, which were completely unrecognizable, and grabbed at the warhorses and the female warriors who broke in.

Several Amazonian warriors who couldn't dodge in time tried to gather magic to withstand the attack, but they soon discovered that the surrounding earth, radiating malice, was rejecting the existence of life. The rate at which the ether was being consumed and the extent of its weakening far exceeded their expectations.

In a moment of carelessness, the female warrior who had fallen behind was dragged into the horde of monsters, and with mournful cries, she was devoured by the heartless sinners in the blink of an eye.

However, even as the figures following behind her were swallowed up by the tide of the heartless sinners, the Amazon Queen did not stop or hesitate. Without hesitation, she continued to move forward, heading towards the cone-shaped crater where a certain figure stood.

tsk...

I already told you, this is a forbidden zone for divine battles, how dare you come here? Aren't you afraid of dying?!

They are truly a species that constantly thinks about transcending existing constraints and turning their backs on the gods.

Samael shook his head and murmured, his five fingers, which had been gripping the gun barrel tightly, loosened. His body, which had been supporting him to the limit, fell backward, his tense consciousness sinking into a deathly silence and darkness. A slight smile involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Humans are always making mistakes, but they are also constantly weaving beautiful patterns.

They are not perfect, but they are by no means hopeless!

Chapter 72 A Well-Handed Move

A small town on the Persian border.

A sense of oppression and unease permeated the air. Doors were tightly shut in every household, and the streets were in disarray and desolate. Many residents even took advantage of the darkness to quietly flee their homes and escape to the interior. Fear and panic were everywhere.

Just days earlier, the army that was supposed to advance swiftly, using sword and fire to plow the lands of Persia, had been routed and brought back shocking news.

The Persian army has been defeated!

Emperor Darius III was killed in battle, General Monnon died in battle, and the great hero Arash lost an arm.

Of the 30 people, only about 3 escaped!

Even the spellcasters who were usually high and mighty, as well as the mysterious and powerful undead army, were almost all wiped out, with only a few survivors managing to escape.

The most direct reason, it is said, is that gods participated in the war, which triggered a terrible natural disaster.

During this time, a continuous etheric turbulence swept across that wasteland for several days, with explosions and roars echoing for miles, and the intense aurora making the night as bright as day.

The earth-shattering commotion sent shivers down the spines of the residents in a remote Persian border town, who were terrified that the natural disasters unleashed by the divine war would spread and strike them.

The outcome of this battle remains unknown to outsiders.

The scouts sent out to investigate after the battle were almost all wiped out. The survivors were all wounded, dazed, and muttered incoherently words like "man-eating demons," as if they had been frightened. The Persian army kept this a closely guarded secret.

However, descriptions of the battlefield's interior, such as the "Land of Nothingness" where life has vanished and all things have perished, and the "Wilderness of Death" where dust storms rage and murderers roam, spread rapidly within just a few days.

Both Persia and Rome tacitly agreed to station heavy troops along their respective borders, blocking the routes and prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving.

Meanwhile, in the wilderness, the culprit, who had been sitting beside a charred, withered tree, awoke in a daze.

"How long have I slept?"

"Only half a day has passed, and everything is normal."

Under the cool moonlight, Hippolyta, who was tending the fire, answered while taking a piece of roasted bread from her short sword and handing it, along with her water pouch, to the man who was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

Samael glanced at the woman's cloak covering him, took the food and water, and leaned lazily against the scorched tree stump, eating and asking questions at the same time.

"How is the legion?"

"We have retreated to the Ninth Legion's garrison. The fortress has not been damaged much, the fortifications have been repaired, and entry and exit have been strictly sealed off. Pompey is now in charge of military affairs in the city. Just in case, I have left three sisters and two thousand Amazon warriors to be at your disposal. There shouldn't be any major problems."

Moreover, this desolate terrain now acts as a barrier, and the sandstorms are of unknown duration, making it unsuitable for marching. Furthermore, the Persians have been severely weakened by this battle and are unlikely to provoke further conflict anytime soon.

"What about the city of seven hills?"

"My remaining five sisters, led by Pentessilia, have set off with another two thousand Amazon warriors in accordance with your orders. According to the estimated journey, they should have arrived at the capital by now. They will protect the Roman Rose Emperor with utmost care."

Hippolyta pondered for a moment, then recounted the recent situation in detail.

Samael nodded slightly, his tense nerves relaxing a little.

The nine Amazon sisters are all divine heroes with the blood of Ares, and Penthesilea is being groomed to be the next Amazon queen.

With five divine blood heroes, plus 2000 Amazon divine blood warriors guarding Nero, and with Brunhilde and the Celtic princess providing support, theoretically, his safety was sufficient unless a god himself arrived.

and……

The ancient serpent turned to look at Hippolyta, casually summoned the Spear of Creation, and tossed it to the Amazon queen.

"By bloodline, you are the daughter of Ares, the god of war, and the sister of Romulus, the ancestor of the gods. Now that you Amazons have come, the duty to protect Rome is now handed over to you."

That's right, this was Samael's plan to fire the war whistle that night to lure the Amazons.

He was destined not to stay in Rome obediently. Rather than watching this defensive line collapse, he should make arrangements as soon as possible and find a new owner to take over.

After much thought, having found a lead, and being able to make contact with the only person who was a suitable match in terms of identity and ability, the Amazonian queen, whom he had met before.

Hippolyta did not accept the artifact that represented the continuation of Roman divine and royal power; instead, she looked up and quietly gazed at Samael.

"If this is your order, I will obey..."

The ancient snake paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, as if lost in thought.

"So, the Amazons didn't ignore the war signal during the Trojan War; they refused to participate? You've really allied with Ares?"

“We are originally a tribe that worships the moon goddess Artemis; we have simply rediscovered our faith.”

"Good heavens, so Artemis is the traitor on Mount Ares? Since we have the moon goddess, we must have to add Apollo to the mix?"

Hippolyta's tense face softened into a smile as she recalled the past.

"Not only that, before the war, more than half of the Olympian gods were associated with Mount Ares, so even after the war, their faith continued to prevail in Greece."

Samael suddenly realized what was happening and looked at him with pity.

No wonder the war between Mount Ares and Olympus turned into a contest where the Trojan War was the wager to decide the fate of both sides. It turns out that Olympus was full of traitors. If a real war had broken out, Zeus probably wouldn't have been able to control them.

Moreover, Athena, with her cunning and scheming nature, is adept at sowing discord, secretly colluding with others, and offering huge rewards. It would be a miracle if the other side didn't collapse.

After all, only the authority of the God-King possesses supreme power and uniqueness.