Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this critical moment, towering waves surged on the sea opposite Wenquanguan, accompanied by a deafening tsunami, and two roars like thunder echoed through the sky.

In an instant, layers upon layers of red petal-shaped light membranes and winding, descending blue sky lightning curtains merged and reflected each other, blocking the annihilating shot.

Meanwhile, the cone-shaped chariot, driven by three divine horses, sped forward at breakneck speed, cutting through several Persian warships like a comet at sea. In the azure waves, the leader's distinctive green hair and a figure behind the chariot wearing a laurel crown, who had just lost weight but had obviously gained weight again, were very conspicuous.

Leonidas and Alexander, who had already prepared themselves for certain death, looked out at the rolling waves on the sea and the bluish-red light membrane above their heads. They breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed weakly to the ground, looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

After holding out for so long, the reinforcements that fatso called have finally arrived!

Chapter 123 Don't Speak, We're on the Same Side!

In Athens, before the nobles of the divine bloodline, still dreaming in bed, could figure out what was going on, they were dragged out of their blankets by heavily armed infantry and divine bloodline guards, and taken to the military camp or Mount Ares for tea. The remaining small fry looked at the long spear formations "guarding" their safety outside the door, each one as obedient as a frightened quail.

After a long, dark night, the returning saintly king swiftly and decisively suppressed the rebellion, allowing the iron fist of justice to uproot the withered branches and rotten leaves that had been parasitizing the prosperous tree of Athens.

As the warm, gentle morning sunlight washes away the lingering darkness of the night, the sky becomes bright and clear after a thorough cleaning. Residents push open their doors and head out onto the main streets and markets to begin their busy day.

The changes and political struggles among the upper-class nobles had no impact on the lives of the lower classes. Those who needed to eat still needed to eat, and those who needed to earn money to support their families still needed to earn money to support their families.

Moreover, without the daily roaming and exploitation of these noble bloodlines, the city's order was much better, and the bustling atmosphere was even louder than usual.

As for the return of that holy king, it only provided the Athenians with some fodder for gossip and did not cause much of a stir.

However, the gathering of ships in the port and the preparation of squads of heavily armed infantry made many people sense an uneasy atmosphere.

I'm afraid war is coming.

Just then, a simple little boat, having passed the inspection at the outer edge of the sea, quietly sailed into the port of Icarus under the cover of dawn.

Three passengers were seated at the bow and stern of the boat.

A blonde, green-eyed loli in a red dress stood at the front, accompanied by a Valkyrie with light green hair and an indigo-purple dress. A silver-haired, blood-eyed girl holding a golden sheep plush toy was behind them. The two were separated by a distance, clearly distinct from each other, and an eerie atmosphere occasionally intertwined and permeated the air.

"Hmph, we've arrived in Athens. This is the territory of the Panhellenic League, which is also indirectly part of my territory!"

As the ship touched the bottom and docked, a slight rocking sensation was felt. Nero seemed to gain confidence, and with one hand on his hip and the other pointing at Attila the Hun behind him, he widened his emerald eyes, leaned in, and gave a stern, indignant snort.

"Ugh, I'm warning you, as long as I'm around, don't even think about causing trouble!"

Attila stood up from the stern with a "whoosh," and the slightly swaying hull created ripples on the sea.

The ever-vigilant Valkyrie Brunhilde instinctively pulled Nero behind her, adopting a defensive stance. The runes hidden on her swan-patterned dress flickered and danced, and her eyes, filled with solemnity and tension, were fixed on the indifferent face of the Hun king, trying to decipher her next move.

After a long while, Attila slid his fingers down, and the atmosphere froze.

"...I'm hungry..."

ha?

Brunhilde, who had been tense for half a day, was stunned when she saw the fingers and palms gently massaging her star-patterned abdomen, as well as the serious expression on the face of the Hun king, who looked like he had suffered a great deal of hatred. She almost collapsed because she had used too much force.

Sniff sniff...

Attila closed her eyes, sniffed the air, and found a sweet scent. She then bypassed Brunhilde and Nero, jumped into the harbor, and, like a little dog searching for its way, disappeared into the crowd.

"Hmm, I am favored by the goddesses Venus and Mars, and I have a secret weapon. Do you think I'm afraid of her? Next time, don't stop me from showing off!"

Nero snapped out of his daze, his eyes flashing as he raised his chin and reiterated to Brunhilde, with displeasure, that he must maintain his abundant martial prowess and supreme authority as His Majesty the Emperor.

"As you said, Your Majesty, but my senses are failing me. Let's go after her as soon as possible, lest she cause any trouble."

Although I'm not confident I can defeat her, I will do everything in my power to stop her from doing evil. After all, we brought her to Athens from the sea, and I must take responsibility for it!

Brunhilde bowed slightly, then gently reminded him, her tone firm, before securing the small, rickety boat and pulling the short Nero ashore.

This serious demeanor, ironically, made the pretentious Nero feel somewhat guilty, and she obediently followed behind this Valkyrie who possessed both gentleness and strength, and who exuded a sense of security.

Immediately, two figures, one tall and one short, weaved through the crowd and followed Attila to a dessert stall.

The silver-haired girl leaned against the window, gazing at the cheese, honey cake, and pancakes sprinkled with raisins and dried figs displayed in the cupboard. Her throat bobbed, and her mouth kept secreting saliva.

"Good food is a sign of good civilization!"

Attila once again expressed her agreement, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the sweet-smelling food, hesitant to take any further action.

"Hmph, it seems you didn't bring any money with you. Thank Rome for its generosity. As the host, I can generously treat you to a meal."

Nero observed from behind for a moment, glanced at the Hun king's revealing attire, and immediately understood the crux of the matter. With a swagger, he stepped forward, patted his chest, proclaimed his favor, and selected an entire basket of sweets, then casually hummed to himself as he walked away.

"Give me money!"

"Huh? Should I pay the bill?"

"I am the emperor, shouldn't such matters be handled by my attendants?"

"Well, I left in such a hurry this time that I didn't bring any money..."

Brunhilde coughed lightly, responding awkwardly.

"..."

Nero's smile froze instantly. Under Attila's intense gaze, he turned his head away and casually put down the basket.

"I suddenly remembered that there were still some things on the ship that I hadn't taken."

stare……

Attila narrowed her eyes slightly, quietly looking at the guy who had boasted about providing meals. Her indifferent blood-red eyes even revealed a rare hint of disdain.

"Tch! What are you looking at! With my status and Rome's wealth, do you really think I would renege on my debts?"

The tyrant's face tightened, and she excitedly waved her small fists, then glared at the innocent boss with a domineering air.

"Hey, you just wait! Store your chosen items here first, just to borrow this space. I'll be happy to give you double the price in no time!"

Then, Nero proudly puffed out her small chest and gestured for Brunhilde to clear the surrounding area slightly.

"Your Majesty, we can't even scrape together double the price, where are we supposed to get two?"

"Of course, it's because of my talent! I am the flower of Rome, a genius that even Apollo marveled at! Traveling the world, an artist will not die in poverty!"

Nero leaped onto the platform, raised his chin, and looked at the pedestrians who had gathered in small groups after hearing the commotion, confidently issuing a declaration.

"See? In the time it takes to sing a song, I can get all the listeners to obediently open their purses and offer up their gifts! That's the power of art!"

Meanwhile, at Mount Ares.

Buried in piles of documents, Samael wrote furiously, tirelessly dealing with the accumulated affairs from all sides. Outside the flower window, the rising sun cast its warm rays, and a mountain breeze caressed his face. The tranquility and peace slightly swept away the weariness of this holy king, and even eased his gloomy mood.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~"

However, a sudden, high-pitched, shrill scream shot straight into the sky, startling the returning forest birds into flight. Some even stumbled and crashed headfirst into rocks and tree branches, falling unconscious.

As the tone rose, even the surrounding defensive magic light screens began to crack.

The demonic sounds assaulted his ears, and Samair's blood boiled instantly. His face turned pale, his brain felt like it was being mashed into mush, and even his arms were shaking.

Click!

As the wailing tone subsided slightly, the ancient snake unconsciously exerted force in its hand, snapping the charcoal pencil in half. Its eyes became bloodshot, veins bulged on its forehead, and it roared madly in its heart.

What the hell is going on?! Is it the Banshee attacking the city, or have the Persians invaded?!

Chapter 124 Don't Misunderstand, I'm Not a Good Person (Part 2)

"Hilde, Slud, Ottdeline, go and see who's making noise in the city and shut her up!"

Samael activated the runes on the table, summoning the three Valkyries who were attending him, and issued a sinister order.

"I will obey your command!"

After hearing the instructions, Slud bowed respectfully and then led her two sisters to the scene of the incident to cut off the source of the noise.

Soon, the noisy commotion subsided, and Samael, in a good mood, relaxed, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked very content.

“Laa~aa~~”

However, in an instant, the dry howling, which sounded like fingernails scraping glass and saws grinding nails, escalated to an inhuman level. The penetrating melody, which was like a demonic sound entering the brain, almost made Samael's soul tremble.

boom!

The ancient snake's heart clenched violently, almost stopping abruptly. The cup in its hand instantly turned to powder, and the splashed tea covered the long table, leaving conspicuous stains.

"Somebody come!"

Samael was stunned for a moment, his facial muscles twitched violently, and a cold voice was forced out from between his teeth.

Several dozen breaths later, three figures who had just returned from the crime scene entered the side hall, looking utterly dejected, their minds still blank.

"I asked you to maintain order and clean up the scene, how did you end up like this?"

Samael's face darkened, and his expression turned grim.

"The person in question is His Majesty the newly enthroned Emperor of Rome, who claims to have come for the sake of goodwill between the two countries. Forcibly detaining him would cause a diplomatic conflict."

Slud lowered her head and answered in a barely audible voice, her face filled with embarrassment and shame.

"Nero? It's that unlucky kid..."

"My elder sister is also here, as is another girl with silver hair and blood-red eyes, and strange markings on her body. She says she's the Hun king, very strong, and there are many civilians nearby, so we dare not make a move..."

"Then bring them to see me!"

"That gentleman refused, saying that he wanted to be self-reliant and finish the performance, and would meet with you again once he had earned enough funds."

"Is she after money? She's after a life! Aren't the executors of the Temple of Justice and the nearby guards going to do anything?!"

Listening to wave after wave of off-key singing, Samael's head throbbed, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed for answers.

"In judicial enforcement, after debating with the parties involved, they couldn't find a basis for imposing penalties according to the law..."

Slud paused, glancing slightly behind her.

Only then did the ancient snake notice that the female judicial officers outside the door, dressed in white robes with scales and swords embroidered in gold thread on their chests, looked utterly devastated and were deeply in doubt.

The legal debate has failed, without a doubt!

Even now, they don't even know how they were tricked into returning to Mount Ares.

Tsk, as expected, the citizen assembly that has replaced the courts, along with the rampant public opinion, has gradually weakened fair and rigorous judicial trials. The level of legal talent in this generation is truly incompetent.

Even Slud, who arrived at the scene, was too honest and used to following the rules and regulations. She was no match for a bratty kid who had a powerful parent backing her up.

"Fine, I'll go myself!"

Samael sneered as he stood up, his body transforming into a streak of light as he floated over Mount War God, heading straight for the source of the sound.

"boom!"

Moments later, the red and black meteor, enveloped in ethereal flames, plummeted toward the street corner where the crowd was converging. A violent shockwave swept outwards, causing everyone's clothes to flutter wildly.

However, the grand commotion did not disturb the enjoyment of the "soulful singer" in the slightest.

Samael extended his fingertips, touching the area in front of him. Invisible ripples spread through the air. He then looked around with a dark expression, his face growing increasingly somber, like the bottom of a long-dusted pot.

On stage, Attila held the Sword of the God of War upright, its colorful blade spinning and humming. The vibrant light shone on the lead singer, the focus of the venue, and the cleared area around him, casting mottled marks. Attila cheered for the lead singer expressionlessly, his blood-red eyes never leaving the basket full of pastries in the shop window, his throat occasionally gurgling.

In the center, an elegant stage constructed of magnificent metal artifacts stands tall, accompanied by dynamic music amplified by four metal boxes facing the audience from all sides, creating a deafening roar that seems to engulf everything. Meanwhile, the tyrant, holding a half-full glass of wine in his left hand and gripping a cylindrical object thick at the top and thin at the bottom tightly in his right, is singing with deep emotion, his eyes closed.

The singer, performing with great enthusiasm, wore a magnificent gown adorned with intricate semi-metallic embellishments and interwoven gold and red. Behind him, a pair of panpipe-shaped metal pipes stood out conspicuously, constantly emitting explosive sounds, much like air cannons, in sync with his off-key singing.

The Valkyrie, forced to work nearby, stood to one side, sketching runes that amplified the sound, acting as an accomplice to the wicked.

However, upon seeing Samael's arrival, Brunhilde frantically stopped maintaining the runes, her pretty face flushed with shame, buried deep in her chest, and she didn't even dare to look her former master in the eye, appearing completely at a loss.

Meanwhile, the audience standing nearby, facing the wind, listened with rapt attention, clapping listlessly, their expressions numb and blank, like puppets placed around them.

Locked theater, rainbow lights, portable subwoofer, dynamic stage, microphone, volume amplification magic circle...

Goodness, that's not all, they've even worn mythical costumes!

Are you sure this is how the true form of the Machine God bestowed by the Pantheon is used?!

"Nero!"

Samael's lips twitched. Regaining his senses, he immediately strode forward, placing a hand on the tyrant's shoulder and forcefully turning the swaying man to face him. His chilling tone was almost icy, and the veins bulging on his forehead resembled writhing earthworms.

"Your Highness... uh... Your Excellency, you've come to... behold... my glory. I am the brightest... morning star on this stage. Today's performance... was very enjoyable... and very successful. However, I prefer... to share the joy with the people, so I didn't summon you... Since you're here... then join me in the revelry..."

Um... I've saved you... a spot for accompaniment... hehe... how about I call you the player...?

Nero opened her slightly heavy eyelids, her gaze hazy and unfocused. Her body swayed slightly from side to side, her breath reeking of alcohol, and a dazed smile graced her flushed face.

At this moment, the tyrant's left fingertips slid randomly along the texture of Samael's chest muscles, bringing a tingling sensation, while his hazy eyes exuded an indescribable languor and tenderness.