Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Reply? Reply to what?"

"Let me think about it some more..."

Leonidas followed Caesar's gaze to the weary army of over 7000 men and nodded thoughtfully.

At the same time, the Spartan king seemed to have thought of something, his eyes flashing, his deep and solemn gaze making the Roman emperor feel uneasy.

Chapter 102 The Blazing Demon Sword, the Branch of Destruction! (3/5)

As night fell and darkness descended, the four fluorite lamps hanging on either side of the carriage beams, like drifting will-o'-the-wisps, emitted a faint, cold light, illuminating the road ahead. The wheels rumbled past like muffled thunder in the sky, startling the birds and wild animals along the way, and causing rustling sounds from the surrounding bushes.

Ouch!

Under the cold moonlight, giant wolves the size of calves followed the carriage, leaping and bounding through the dense forests on both sides and behind it. Their violent magic stirred up clouds of dust along the way, smashing trees that blocked the road with a single paw, sending white wood chips flying everywhere, and the sound of cracking echoing all around.

Samael, bringing up the rear, didn't even turn his head. He casually drew the greatsword behind him, frantically pouring magic into it to activate the inscriptions on the blade. A crimson light ignited, and a ten-foot-long flame of destruction swept across the surrounding area.

Within a hundred meters, the demonic wolves were instantly turned into charred remains, while the beasts a little further away were torn apart and crushed by the aftershocks of the greatsword strike, turning into broken corpses and flying bits of flesh.

As flames rose, Samael habitually sheathed his sword, glancing slightly at his dark red palm, which emitted a faint smell of burnt protein.

While the Branch of Ruin is powerful, it can be a bit difficult to activate if the affinity is not right.

Whoosh!

Just as the ancient serpent swiftly routed the pack of wolves that were trying to hunt the caravan, a muffled wail came from ahead.

Upon reaching an inconspicuous depression, the warhorses that had been galloping a long distance ahead inadvertently stepped into the pit. Their hooves buckled, and they crashed to the ground, about to splatter their brains onto the bluestone.

hum!

At the critical moment, the etheric resonance created a slightly twisting lifting force, lifting the warhorse and the entire chariot into the air and dissipating the impact.

After a brief pause, Samael raised his hand and pressed down lightly, and the carriage landed safely on the ground. Gogo and Helen, still shaken, took several deep breaths before managing to calm themselves down and get out of the carriage to check the situation.

"How about it?"

The ancient snake tightened the reins, stopped his carriage by the roadside, jumped off the carriage, and frowned as he asked.

"The horse's hoof is cracked, its front leg is broken, and just now the axle broke too..."

Geguo looked embarrassed, her cherry lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes were filled with anxiety.

This injury is a bit troublesome.

Samael looked at the gruesome open wounds on the horse's two front legs, and the white bone fragments exposed through the flesh. He felt a headache coming on. He casually stuffed the beast's broken bones back into its body, and cut some hard branches from the bushes, preparing to fix them together before performing a healing spell.

However, due to the excessively brutal methods, the unfortunate warhorse was in excruciating pain, struggling and whimpering, its body bleeding profusely from being cut by the stones on the ground.

Just as the ancient serpent was considering whether to physically anesthetize the horse, a pair of fair and delicate hands reached out from the side, gently stroking the warhorse's neck. Under the calm chanting of divine words, a shimmering white light gathered in the palm, gradually making the nearly mad domestic animal docile and without the slightest temper.

Its appearance suggested that even if it were pinned to a chopping board, it would obediently stretch out its neck, willingly awaiting the fall of the knife.

"I'm here to comfort the child. Please help her as soon as possible and don't let her suffer too much."

Helen, who had somehow jumped off the carriage, nodded slightly to the assassin bodyguard in front of her, her voice as gentle as a nightingale's song.

Samael glanced at the White Moonlight in Helen's hand, lost in thought.

Artemis's power? She really did receive the blessing of the goddess of the hunt.

However, the fleeting reverie was quickly extinguished. With Helen's assistance, the ancient snake calmed down and quickly completed the work of setting the bone and sealing the wound.

Immediately afterwards, the light patterns on the high priest of the Moon Goddess Temple rippled, the bones of the warhorse grew, the wounds healed rapidly, and after a moment he shakily got up and took two steps unsteadily.

"Can we set off?"

Geguo, who was pacing nearby, came over to ask, her eyes full of anxiety.

Her husband, her brother, and her people are retreating to Thermopylae, facing a Persian force many times their size.

The longer the delay, the slimmer their chances of being rescued become.

"I'm afraid not. Her leg bone has just been set, and she can't do strenuous exercise right away. She needs at least a few hours of rest."

Helen gently shook her head, then stood up, took Queen Gogo's hand, and turned to look at the women who had been rescued, all of whom were pale and listless from the long and bumpy journey.

"After traveling for two days and two nights, both the warhorses and the people are at their limit. I'm afraid we really need to rest."

"That's good. We're still half a day's journey from here to Mount Ares, and we'll be able to reach Athens soon. If we travel at night, even if we reach the Acropolis, they might not open the gates then..."

Samael looked around and subconsciously echoed.

But the moment he finished speaking, the ancient snake vaguely realized his slip of the tongue, coughed dryly, and turned his head away.

"You guys rest here for a bit. I'll go find some firewood nearby and cook some soup later to help you eat and regain your strength."

"Lord Ezio, I'll go help too!"

Upon hearing the words "start a fire and cook," the cherry-haired girl seemed to spring into action, instantly snapping out of her drowsy state and becoming alert. With her bright golden eyes blinking, she grabbed Samael's arm without a word and cheerfully followed him.

As the arms tightened around him, a soft, intoxicating touch washed over him. Samael glanced at the exaggerated curves of her body beneath the loose clothing on her right side, swallowed his words of refusal, and... moved even closer.

As the two figures gradually disappeared from sight, Helen looked at the dark night ahead, turned to Gego, and murmured softly.

"Is this outsider a little too familiar with the topography and city-states of Greece?"

"What, you suspect this man is plotting against us?"

After a moment's hesitation, Geguo reached for the sword and shield.

"No, that's not it. With his strength, if he had any ill intentions, he would have already made a move. We wouldn't have been able to resist at all."

Helen shook her head slightly, calming the overly sensitive Spartan queen. She then turned to gaze at the direction of Athens, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, a hint of confusion and bewilderment appearing on her exquisite face.

"I just felt that he was familiar to me, as if I had seen him somewhere before."

Immediately, the high priest of the Moon Temple shook his head, his thoughts returning to their own.

"Forget it, I shouldn't think about these things. Maybe it's just my imagination. Anyway, as long as he successfully escorts us into Athens as soon as it gets light tomorrow, none of this will matter."

Geguo nodded slightly, got up and distributed some dry food and water, and called on the women who accompanied him to take on the task of guarding.

It must be said that, as the queen of Sparta, having lost her husband Leonidas to rely on, Gogo actually displayed the image of a capable and independent woman, managing these hastily assembled women with remarkable skill.

Meanwhile, Samael, deep in the dense forest, also encountered considerable trouble.

He was kidnapped...

Chapter 103 Sticking Out Your Butt, Getting a Spanking (4/5)

"We're already this far, where are you taking me?"

"Of course, we're eloping!"

Deep in the dense forest, Samael was stunned and subconsciously looked back at the camp that was gradually receding into the distance.

"How about them?"

"Oh dear, isn't dumping them enough? Do I really have to get married in front of them in a high-profile way to assert my ownership? Isn't that too cruel?"

The girl named Xiaoyu appeared reluctant on the surface, but her golden eyes sparkled with eagerness, clearly showing her great interest in the suggestion.

So, how should a wedding venue be decorated to attract the most attention?

Scatter flower petals? Or give them another sun shower? Oh, and at the end, be sure to give them a souvenir; their expressions at that moment will be quite amusing.

"Snapped!"

Samael, his face dark, slapped the pink-haired girl on the head.

"What are you thinking! I'm talking about their safety."

"Their safety? Does that matter? Don't you think spending a sweet, romantic time together as a couple is much more appealing?"

Xiaoyu first clung to Samael's arm and swayed it playfully, her eyes sparkling as she answered with a smile. Then she rubbed her head, her gaze filled with resentment.

"We've been traveling for two days and two nights straight, not eating well, not sleeping well, and everyone's shedding fur... cough cough... our skin has become quite dull..."

"Athens will be here soon, just be patient a little longer..."

"Since we're almost at our destination, let them walk the rest of the way on their own."

"The closer we get to the finish line, the more uneasy I become. Moreover, the magical beasts along the way seem to be appearing rather frequently. Logically speaking, the amount of ether in this era shouldn't be enough to breed such a large group of magical beasts..."

Samael recalled his experiences on the road, his brow furrowing as he murmured to himself.

The atmospheric environment in Greece is indeed somewhat abnormal; the concentration of ether seems to be subtly increasing.

"After all that talk, I think you just can't bear to part with that Spartan woman!"

"No, I have important business to attend to. Helping Helen was just a side thing."

"I didn't even say who it was, and you just called out her name. You've given yourself away, haven't you? Hmph, you men are all the same."

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and gave a displeased hum as she reminded him.

"In my experience, you'd better not waste your energy. You've encountered so many dangers on the way to help her, and besides promising some reward, she hasn't done anything practical! We can tell at a glance that she's not a decent woman. These kinds of vixens are best at manipulating men's feelings!"

In a daze, the woman crossed her arms, her gaze falling upon the vast starry sky above her. A deep, dark ripple appeared in her eyes, and then she paused, her tone turning low.

"Moreover, there's no doubt about her scent. This kind of beauty is ultimately a source of trouble. No matter where she is, she's bound to bring problems. At best, she'll bring misfortune to her husband and ruin her family; at worst, she'll cause the destruction of a city and the country!"

"Get too involved, or you might end up losing everything!"

Samael rolled his eyes dismissively and answered casually.

"To attribute the rise and fall of dynasties and the fortune or misfortune of individuals to a woman's innate charm is a twisted logic, a kind of self-deceiving and incompetent misplaced anger."

Helen did nothing wrong. Even if someone targets her and causes a series of disputes, so what?

When has beauty ever been a sin? It's the injustice of a heart filled with injustice that's sinful!

The girl named Xiaoyu was stunned when she heard this, a look of astonishment appearing in her eyes. She subconsciously began to ponder these remarks that went against some mainstream views.

What has beauty done wrong? It is the human heart that is guilty!

"Let's split up and find some firewood and ingredients, so they don't have to wait."

Samael glanced at the moonlight overhead, estimated the time, and spoke up to remind him, preparing to get serious about his work.

"No way! Let's elope! We can't go on like this, our figures will be ruined, and all that bumping around has practically split our butts in eight pieces. You can feel it if you don't believe me..."

The girl slightly bent over and turned to the side, a malicious smile curving her lips. She raised her round buttocks and swayed them seductively, making one's mouth dry.

Unconsciously, several swaying, twisting ribbons of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, like halos, reflected into Samael's eyes, creating a splash of vibrant color in his dark, vertical pupils.

Curse Layer - Wide Sunlight!

In a daze, a finger reached out and covered the pink-haired girl's buttocks.

Snapped!

In an instant, a sharp echo and a burning pain caused the culprit to groan and wail, clutching their buttocks and jumping up, grimacing and rubbing them, facing the oppressive atmosphere behind them with a tearful expression.

"If you disagree, you disagree. Why hit them?"

"Are you planning to elope with me, or are you worried about losing weight because the food hasn't been good lately?"

The ancient snake frowned and sneered, its sharp and menacing gaze making Xiao Yu, who was opposite it, feel a chill run down her spine, as if she were being stared at by something dangerous.

"Mushrooms! I just saw a lot of mushrooms growing over there; we can pick them to make soup!"

As if stimulated by waves of static electricity, the pink-haired girl endured the tingling and itching that ran from the top of her head to her tailbone. She immediately rolled her eyes, chuckled dryly, leaned against the tree trunk, and slipped into the bushes behind her.

At this moment, Samael, having regained his senses, coldly watched the pink-haired girl disappear into the woods, cursing inwardly.

I was wondering why I felt so confused while replying earlier, as I was seriously discussing the feasibility of eloping with this woman.

Tsk, I was careless. I actually let that sly fox bewitch me without even realizing it.

If it weren't for this woman's cleverness in order to further tease him, she would have cast a spell to induce an etheric resonance, causing him to wake up alertly. Who knows if he would have been stripped naked and sold for money by this scumbag fox the next morning, or led astray into some ditch.

You even called Helen a femme fatale, a scheming vixen—dare I say that again with my hand on my heart?!

Even in the original history, Helen of Troy only instigated the Trojan War.

You're the legendary scourge who brought down five dynasties and wreaked havoc on three ancient regions, yet you still have the nerve to smear others? Where's your integrity?!

Samael stood there, his thoughts in disarray, muttering complaints under his breath.

That's right, this pink-haired girl named Xiaoyu is the little guy he accidentally fished out of the Chaos Sea.

The woman's true identity was that of the legendary white-faced, golden-haired, nine-tailed fox.