Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Having succeeded in his move, Nero smirked with delight. His strong desire to show off prevented the Rose Emperor from immediately fleeing. Instead, he proudly flaunted his achievement to Brunhilde.

As the crimson curved sword plunged into the ground, Latin script burned and lit up like fire, and a flickering magic circle rose and swirled beneath Nero's feet and above his head.

In an instant, a gigantic metallic phantom, possessing both elegance and ferocity, emerged from behind the Rose Emperor, featuring pink wings and a crimson body.

As Nero raised her sword, the metallic phantom behind her moved in unison with a strange tremor.

Pink and crimson light patterns vibrated outwards, and a decadent melody mixed with the chilling clang of metal on metal washed over Brunhilde's soul.

It was actually—Kamui!

The Valkyrie stared at the tiny figure enveloped in layers of light and shadow, her pupils contracting sharply.

"Heh heh, behold, this is the blessing of Venus! This is the power of Mars! I am the darling of Rome, the absolute genius of this world! You cannot stop me from stepping onto the dazzling stage!"

Nero pointed his sword forward, becoming increasingly smug.

puff……

However, before the Rose Emperor could show off for long, the metallic phantom behind her twisted and shattered, disintegrating in the blink of an eye.

She forgot that she hadn't mastered this thing called True Body Mech God yet; it not only consumed a lot of energy but also required an extremely high synchronization rate.

Was that a disconnection?

Nero's hand froze, and her small face became expressionless.

Oh, it turns out to be just a half-finished product with many restrictions.

Brunhilde felt a sense of relief, but to avoid any unforeseen complications, she immediately put on a stern face, stepped forward, and reached out, ready to arrest this little girl who always managed to cause trouble in new ways.

"Wait! I have something to say!"

"Your Majesty, give up. It's no use saying anything now."

"Your Highness! My teacher, Samael, also set off for Greece a few days ago! You're worried about his safety, aren't you? We can go find him together!"

Nero's eyes darted around, and he immediately stared at Brunhilde in front of him, his little face full of "sincerity".

Brunhilde's outstretched fingers froze in mid-air. She gently bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, her eyes flickering several times before finally dimming.

"...My orders were to keep an eye on you..."

"It's alright! Think about it, I'm traveling with you and always under your supervision. If I promise not to cause trouble, the problem will be solved, right?"

Nero noticed the obvious change in the Valkyrie's expression, immediately widened his pure eyes, made a solemn promise, and then dropped a bombshell, making alarmist claims.

"Based on the Amazon queen's few words and the recent news from the teacher's conversation with Yu, Yu can conclude that he is injured, and likely seriously so..."

At this point, the Rose Emperor pursed her cherry lips, her face filled with grief and indignation, her eyes burning as she looked at Brunhilde, her tone impassioned and passionate.

"Think about it, your dear prince, my respected teacher, is likely in danger! Can you bear to let him face a powerful enemy alone? Can you bear to abandon him for a mere order?!"

"Snapped!"

In an instant, Nero, who was gesticulating wildly as he gave his speech, was lifted up again.

Tch, boring...

The Rose Emperor, its feet off the ground, slumped its head in dejection, utterly defeated.

"Come with me! We'll ride the Silverwing Pegasus; it'll be faster and easier to cross the Chaos Sea!"

Brunhilde's face was tense, her expression cold and solemn. As she muttered to herself, her figure swept across the courtyard like the wind, swiftly heading towards the stables.

Woohoo, it worked! I really am a genius at public speaking!

Nero, his confidence soaring, beamed with joy, filled with ambition and anticipation for his upcoming trip to Greece.

As a streak of silver light swept across the sky above Rome, the red-haired queen, standing before the Pantheon, frowned deeply.

After a moment, Hippolyta covered her lower abdomen with her left hand, raised her right arm, and turned her head to murmur softly.

“Pentesilea, select your 1000 most elite men to follow behind them, sail across the sea to Greece. Leave Rome to me…”

In the darkness, rustling sounds came from the silver-haired female warrior carrying a chain hammer. Her eyes blazed with intense fighting spirit. She nodded excitedly and went to carry out her orders.

Chapter Ninety-Three: They're all gods!

The Aegean Sea, Salamis area.

Looking out, the coastline was littered with the prows of capsized ships and broken planks. The lingering stench of blood attracted many fish and marine animals, who gathered to engage in a new round of fighting and hunting. The waters churned and surged, and streams of blood rose from the sea, gradually spreading out patches of reddish stains.

As the strong wind blew, the misty white fog dissipated, and a wooden fortress floating with shimmering light stood majestically.

Nearly a thousand war-torn ships are linked end to end in a circular formation, forming a city at sea. This city includes numerous islands and reefs of varying sizes, with Salamis Island at its core, which serve as a base for communication and trade.

On the island, the conquered inhabitants lived in fear, but whether they liked it or not, life went on as usual; the slaves plundered from all around obediently carried out the work of transporting supplies, maintaining armor and weapons, and repairing ships.

The entire water fortress was filled with the lively atmosphere of bustling activity.

But the Persian camp, built atop the mountain and overlooking the nearby sea, was shrouded in gloom and despair.

They were defeated, losing a full two hundred warships...

Inside the magnificent military tent, the imposing Darius I downed his strong liquor in one gulp, casually wiping the liquid from his beard. Then, with a glint in his eyes, he slammed the wine vessel down on the low table and gazed intently at the person opposite him.

"Xerxes, you're the commander now. Come up with an idea. If we don't find a way to explain ourselves, my father-in-law will come and won't let us two off the hook."

If the old man wants to hold someone accountable, he should come to you first, not me!

Damn it, you orchestrated the Battle of Salamis, we lost, and I became the commander-in-chief. Now you want me to take the blame? How can you treat your father like this?

With his handsome face, long, dark brown curly hair, and a gentle yet elegant demeanor, Xerxes appeared calm on the surface, but in his heart, he was cursing his own father, who had put him in such a precarious position, to the point of no return.

Because Cyrus the Great had already been deified, lived a long life, and reigned for a long time, most of his sons lived in his shadow, and few of them became outstanding figures.

After all, those who show promise early on usually fade away.

On the contrary, Darius I, a young and talented man who married Atossa, the daughter of Cyrus the Great, was gradually supported to the throne and became the new king of Persia. Xerxes was the son of the two, a hero of divine blood.

Perhaps due to the special bond between grandparents and grandchildren, the ambitious and talented Cyrus the Great held his grandson in high regard.

But that's no reason to make him take the blame...

Xerxes looked at his old father with resentment, his heart filled with bitterness.

Although Cyrus the Great was kind and benevolent, he was never lenient when it came to military matters. Now, he had inexplicably suffered such a defeat. The old man had sent a message a few days ago that he would come in person. Now that he had walked right into the line of fire, not only would his son-in-law not fare well, but even his own grandson would not have a good outcome!

However, judging by the journey, the old man would be arriving soon. If he didn't give him an explanation now, Xerxes believed that his father would soon make him experience the fatherly love he had never felt before.

"Father, the strength of the Greeks lies solely in their vast number of divine heroes. As long as we find a way to counter this power, we can bypass Athens' navy and instead conquer the Greek city-states one by one by land, relying on our superior military strength!"

Left with no other choice, the effeminate yet handsome young man had to take the blame and salvage the situation. He stood up, placed his right fist on his chest, bowed respectfully to Darius I, and gave a quiet reply with a flickering gaze.

"And I recently had the good fortune to meet three foreign heroes who had traveled across the ocean. After befriending them sincerely, they are willing to serve Persia."

I guarantee that with their help, those so-called indestructible fortresses of Greece will crumble!

Then, as Darius I was deep in thought, Xerxes clapped his hands, revealing his trump card that would save him from blame.

A moment later, led by a maid, three figures invited to the banquet entered the military tent one after another.

The young man at the head of the group was tall and slender, with his white, tousled hair casually draped over his shoulders. A scarlet gem was embedded in his chest, and his magnificent golden armor seemed to be one with his flesh and blood. The golden-red gun in his hand radiated a sun-like aura, and his handsome face was adorned with heterochromatic eyes, one green and one red, which were deep and indifferent, like a god looking down on ants.

boom!

But as soon as the white-haired, heterochromatic-eyed youth stopped, a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in loose orange and blue clothes, wearing a ridiculous elephant hat, and whose whole demeanor screamed "weariness" and "decadence," bumped into his lower back in a daze.

The sudden burst of power caused the white-haired man with heterochromatic eyes to stagger, completely losing his composure.

The white-haired man's tense expression relaxed slightly, his lips twitched, and he pulled up the brown-haired girl behind him, dragging her aside. He then bowed slightly to the third person who had arrived, showing his respect.

As the curtain was lifted, a young man with red hair and red eyes, wearing light armor, golden gauntlets, a brown-red curved sword at his waist, and a longbow on his back, entered the tent with a calm yet slightly repressed atmosphere.

The three foreign guests exchanged glances and nodded, and at the warm invitation of Darius I and Xerxes, they took their seats one after another.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, and through Xerxes's introductions and connections, Darius I gradually gained a general understanding of the three travelers before him.

Among the three strangers, the young man with white hair and heterochromatic eyes is named Karna, the son of the Indian sun god.

The girl's name is Ginako, and legend has it that she received the blessing of Ganesha, the Hindu god who governs business and obstacles.

The last red-haired youth was the ruler of Kosala, one of the kingdoms of India.

For various reasons, the three of them traveled together on the Radiant Ship Vimana, exiling themselves to distant lands. By chance, they landed in the Chaos Sea and met Xerxes.

Darius I, who repeatedly raised his cup in toast, was filled with astonishment and turmoil after being repeatedly questioned.

That's right, three heroes with divine blood!

No, he's almost godlike!

Of them, apart from the little girl who seemed a bit unreliable, the other two were stronger than any hero he had ever seen in Persia.

Perhaps only Cyrus the Elder, who was a god, could rival him.

Xerxes has really struck gold, and he's got two of them at once!

"With the assistance of these three, our army will be invincible wherever it marches. Please raise your cups and drink together!"

With such strong support, Darius I was in high spirits. He immediately raised his glass in greeting, laughed heartily, and his eyes rekindled with a burning desire for battle.

"Treat me with sincerity, and I will repay you with sincerity in return. It is my duty to help my friends solve their problems."

Karna raised his cup and drank, nodded to the Persian king Xerxes, then closed his eyes again, remaining silent.

"Yes, yes, just ask Karna for anything. I can help you guard your home."

When it was Gina's turn to speak, the little girl, who was happily eating at the table, picked up a leg of lamb, wiped the grease from the corner of her lips, and stared at the sumptuous food. Her casual reply revealed her laid-back attitude.

Finally, Rama rose, raised his cup, and stared intently.

“I can be of your service to help Persia obtain that item, but according to the agreement, after it is done, I need to see my wife Sita, the living Sita!”

Darius I, sensing the unspoken meaning, immediately turned his head and gave Xerxes, who was attending him, a sinister look.

It seems the news about the Great Origin of Planets has been leaked...

Meanwhile, dozens of ships broke through the sea fog and headed towards Salamis Island.

At the bow of the flagship, Cyrus the Great held a large, intricately patterned golden goblet, swirling the crystal-clear, fragrant ale, gazing wistfully at the sea and the faint outline of the whole of Greece.

Behind him, seven figures—four men and three women—stood on the ship's side, leaned against pillars, or climbed onto the lookout tower, their presence creating a visibly distorted effect due to the immense ether.

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Great Chu Rises, Chen Sheng is King!

In the chaotic sea, the night is thick and the stars fill the sky. A lone boat, lit by a fluorite lamp, floats silently on the dark waters.

On the ship, a handsome man dressed in a simple white robe, with a hood that was integrated with his upper body, a cape on his left shoulder, a red-trimmed turned-up collar, several throwing knives clipped to his tight wide belt, and a greatsword on his back, squatted at the stern of the cabin, gazing at the catch he had just pulled up in the net, and stroked his chin in deep thought.

He knew that the ocean was rich in resources, and whatever aquatic products, sea monsters, or even strange and broken items he hauled up were all within acceptable limits.

But can anyone tell him why a purebred land creature could be caught in the deep waters of the Chaos Sea?

"嘤咛......"

As a small head with pale golden fur and a pointed chin emerged from the seaweed under the net, a melodious mournful cry echoed in the man's ears.

"Sorry, I was so lost in thought that I almost forgot about you, little one."

At this moment, to satisfy his wicked sense of humor, a certain villain dressed in classic Assassin's Creed attire, posing as a deep and mysterious figure, blinked his smiling eyes, pulled out a dagger, casually cut open the fishing net, picked up the fluffy little creature, stirred the ether to dry its wet fur, revealing the true nature of this land creature.

Hmm, it's a fox...

Samael smiled and ruffled the little fox's head. The soft touch reminded the ancient snake of the experience of petting its boss, Atalanta, back in the day, and it enjoyed it immensely.

Similarly, the well-trained strength and the perfectly timed caresses made the little fox lie comfortably on the deck, raising its chin to reveal its soft white fur, indicating that someone should touch it.

Keep going, don't stop!

The little guy's seemingly casual movements revealed an elegant and composed air that was lazy to the bone. His sharp, fox-like face was more and more exquisite and alluring the more you looked at it. His cheerful calls, with a nasal tone, were melodious and captivating.

For a moment, Samael was lost in thought.

When he regained consciousness, he was surprised to find that he had bent his left arm and was holding the little guy lightly in his arms, with his right hand fingers gently scratching its chin.

"How could there be a fox in the sea..."

The ancient snake looked down, muttered something, and smacked its lips. Its eyes flickered mysteriously. Then, it lifted the golden fox's front paws with both hands, raised the somewhat dazed little creature high, and solemnly examined its soft belly, muttering under its breath.

"Speaking of which... male or female?"

In an instant, the little creature, who had been enjoying the sea breeze, stiffened, then leaped forward on its hind legs. The air around the fox instantly distorted and blurred, and several colorful rainbows appeared faintly.