Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As the gleaming sword blades swept across, skulls that were no longer recognizable as human were instantly shattered into dust.

Immediately following, amidst the crisp sounds of armor plates rubbing together and the deep thud of footsteps, orderly and disciplined Roman centurions marched across the green field, methodically navigating the sandstorm and diverting to explore.

The Celtic queen and the four legion commanders exchanged glances and nodded, then lowered their heads and respectfully murmured behind them.

"Your Highness, the roadblocks have been cleared, we can proceed."

boom…

The dull footsteps approached, the ground shook slightly, and yellow-green ripples spread forward several meters.

Within the lush, green avenue, a peculiar creature, towering like a mountain, with antlers on its head, snow-white fur all over its body, and symmetrical red divine markings on its chest, clumsily moved its short limbs, taking small steps forward, appearing adorably endearing.

What's even more peculiar is that with each movement, the green path beneath its feet grows forward a little.

Meanwhile, insects such as bees, butterflies, and ants affectionately accompany these furry and peculiar creatures, while wild animals such as snakes, deer, wolves, and bears run forward from this oasis that rises from the ground.

Behind it, a large group of small creatures, roughly divided into six categories, some with transparent wings, some retaining some wild animal characteristics, and some exhibiting certain plant-like traits, gathered and chirped as they followed, curiously observing their surroundings, as if they were on an interesting picnic.

A massive surge of magical energy gathered around them, so dense that even the spellcasters of Rome were terrified and kept their distance, fearing that these troublesome little creatures might "accidentally" cause the surrounding aether to go out of control and create a man-made disaster.

The Celtic queen, her red hair flowing, looked up at the other stalemate on the western battlefield, a smile playing on her lips, her heart light and carefree.

Cornunos, the Horned God...

The six major fairy clans...

Old friend, I have not only found the existence you mentioned, but I have also brought it with me!

Chapter 152 The Fairies' Pilgrimage

Cornunus, meaning "horned one," is characterized by a pair of antlers on its head, hence it is also known as the "Horned God." It often appears with wild animals such as snakes, deer, wolves, and bears.

This deity was born from the earth's power in the Celtic homeland and the Druids' natural beliefs, and is therefore gentle in nature. He is the supreme deity of Druidism and Wikkaism, and symbolizes the forces of nature, the sun, masculinity, fertility, harvest, death, rebirth, and so on.

In theory, it governs the hunting, fertility, animals, plants, wilderness, and the underworld of Britain.

Because Druids revere nature and follow the harmony between humans and nature, the resulting Kornunos has an endearing and approachable appearance, seemingly posing no threat.

Such local deities, naturally, could not compete with the ancient pantheons of Greece, Mesopotamia, India, Egypt, Persia, and Northern Europe, which had a far-reaching influence and were supported by a large number of believers and land.

But as a genuine Druidic deity, it certainly possesses considerable power; it simply dislikes fighting.

To be honest, Boudica really went to great lengths to persuade this guardian of the British region to come.

Fortunately, she had become the Queen of the Celts and was qualified to plead with this guardian god on behalf of the Celts.

Furthermore, Cornunos's natural affection and affinity for native life led it to agree, for the sake of Britain's future, to follow Boudica out of the jungle and assist the Roman Empire in fighting against the Persians.

Of course, friendship is one thing, but the bond of mutual interests is also essential.

As the regent prince who single-handedly supported the Roman Empire behind the scenes, Samael naturally understood the principle of reciprocity. The reward he offered was an irresistible temptation that even the horned god Cornunos could not resist.

The divine tablets in the Roman Pantheon!

If the Persians could be wiped out, not only would the Celts be incorporated into the Roman Empire and become an autonomous province with citizenship, but Druidism would also be recognized, and even the horned god Cornunos would be enshrined in the Pantheon and worshipped.

Even if a deity is gentle and not very ambitious, they cannot refuse to consolidate their power and strengthen their faith.

Moreover, the divine position that Samael offered was quite sincere, filling the vacancy left by the fall of Pan, the god of shepherds.

Because the war of the Titans was so brutal, even with the protection of Zeus's seal, many Olympian gods were still shattered and their true spirits destroyed by the Planetary Vanguard.

Pan, the shepherd god who belongs to the same Earth Mother pantheon but is not particularly skilled in combat, is one of them.

This deity, with horns on his head, long pointed ears, and being half-human and half-goat, holds a prestigious position in the orthodox Olympian pantheon. He is in charge of shepherding, harvesting, and forests, and his powers perfectly align with those of the horned god Cernunus.

Rumor has it that the image and belief of the horned god Cernunus are the result of the localization and alienation of Celtic Druidism.

Therefore, the two images share a great deal of similarity and connection, making it easier for believers to accept and proselytize. Absorbing Pan's fragmented divine essence and obtaining its divine position is equivalent to tracing back to the origin for the Horned God, naturally bringing immeasurable benefits.

Cornunus readily accepted, and his goodwill toward the Greek god of kindness grew even stronger.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp..."

"Well, Lord Cornunos, we still have about a day's journey ahead. If you're tired, you can rest for a bit now."

Beneath the gray-yellow dust, the fluffy, adorable creature lowered its head and uttered divine words in a peculiar voice.

Boudica on the chariot nodded, answered without any hearing impairment, and raised her hand to stroke the horned god's drooping furry claws.

boom……

Upon receiving a response, Cornunos's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and his towering, mountain-like body plopped down cross-legged on the newly sprouted grass for a halftime break.

The four legion commanders, upon receiving the message, had no other choice but to order their legions to halt their advance. Instead, they set up camp around the sprawling oasis, with the Celtic deity at their core, and began cooking and restoring their strength.

After all, in this perilous battlefield of the ancient gods, using his power to divert sandstorms and carve out a green path through the barren land to support the supply of more than 100,000 people, this adorable Celtic native god was truly exhausted.

Exhausted, Cornunos simply lay down on the green field.

The fairies from the six major clans of Mirror, Earth, Wind, Wing, Fang, and Rain followed behind, curiously climbing onto the deity's body and playing noisily without restraint.

The gentle horned god was not angered by this offense at all. Instead, he stretched out his limbs to rest and exposed his soft belly without any defense, giving the fairies a wider space to move around.

But soon, whether it was because they had already completed their exploration or because of Cornunos's overly compliant reaction, which prevented them from experiencing any fun, the fairies quickly lost interest and hopped away from the fluffy playground.

Even more outrageous, before leaving, a certain female fairy with pink and blue gradient butterfly-shaped wings on her back, long golden hair cascading down her shoulders, wearing a golden laurel crown, and dressed in a white dress, exuding an air of elegance and nobility, turned around and flicked her hand. Pale blue wind blades gathered from the surging ether around her and smashed into the horned god's soft belly.

The woman was saying apologetic words, but the corners of her mouth were unconsciously turned up, clearly showing little remorse.

Such disrespectful behavior is undoubtedly quite egregious.

However, this level of magical attack was utterly insignificant to Cornunos, who was a god; it didn't even manage to cut off many of the hairs on his belly.

Therefore, this adorable creature, with its ridiculously good temper, is too lazy to even turn over, and naturally wouldn't mind the witch's mischievous provocation.

Seeing that the fluffy creature didn't react much, and that the fairy, who looked like a goddess but had a wicked and scheming personality, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and turned to look for new fun.

However, Boudica, who was not far away, saw all of this clearly.

If I remember correctly, that woman should be Aurora, the fairy queen of the Wind Clan...

The Celtic queen recalled the reminder from the Roman regent prince in the letter, and her eyebrows gradually furrowed. She felt a strong sense of vigilance towards these chattering, seemingly cute little creatures.

Cornunus is the natural guardian god born from the Celtic homeland, and the fairies of the six major clans also originate from the power of nature.

In a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Horned God is equivalent to half of the fairies' creators and objects of worship.

However, facing this deity with whom they shared a similar origin, these demons could hardly be said to have any respect for him.

As Samael had said, these demons had little sense of good and evil or reverence; none of them could be trusted, and we needed to keep a close eye on them.

It is undeniable that carrying these little things does cause considerable trouble, but due to their unique affinity with ether, the power of the fairy sorcerer is beyond question.

Currently, there are five days left until the so-called "Ragnarok". According to the plan, the Roman legions must occupy the capital and destroy the Persian Pantheon before the countdown ends.

In order to end this war against the Persian Empire as soon as possible, some risks are worth taking!

Boudica composed herself, turned westward, gazed into the distance, and couldn't help but murmur to herself.

We don't know the situation at Thermopylae, or whether the Greek army has successfully reached the battlefield as planned.

Chapter 153 Hear the voice of Heaven above and follow the will of the gods below!

Meanwhile, outside Thermopylae, in the eastern camp of the Persian army, groans rose and fell, creating a somber and oppressive atmosphere.

Meanwhile, in the open space in the center, thick columns of black smoke rose and billowed, filling the air with a strong stench of burning and blood. Hundreds of soldiers with bloodied heads were being urgently bandaged and carried onto stretchers.

The Persian kings Xerxes and Darius I stood at the edge of a bottomless, cone-shaped crater, their faces ashen as they gazed at the dark ring that resembled a meteorite impact on the moon.

"This thing should have been completed when I returned..."

After a moment of contemplation, the newcomer, dressed in a white robe embroidered with a golden flame emblem, casually flicked his finger, and the cyan rock fragment engraved with divine script at his fingertip was reduced to dust by a rising ball of blazing white flame.

The overwhelming heat scorched and curled the hair and beards of the two Persian kings, turned them pale, and left them drenched in sweat, their bodies trembling with fear.

"Your Highness, it's the Greeks! The Greeks have brought two powerful allies! They launched a surprise attack on us while we were off guard!"

Darius I was sweating profusely, whether from the chill of fear or the intense heat of the blazing sun.

Seeing the handsome, otherworldly Holy Spirit, whose palm glowed with an unsteady white light, he hurriedly pounded his chest with his right fist. His tall, robust body shrank before this slender and elegant figure, his head bowed, and he explained in a hurried tone.

"That's right! They are indeed very strong!"

Especially those two alien women, they were absolutely ruthless! Tanbei Valley, which had only been lightly affected in the previous ambush, is now a ghost town; the surrounding mountains have completely collapsed, and nothing grows within a hundred miles!

Xerxes, standing behind his father-in-law and partially obscuring himself, carefully explained, exaggerating the strength of his opponent while trying to exonerate himself.

"The Tower of Babel was indeed nearing completion, but last night, the Greeks launched a surprise attack, drawing our attention. A fiery stone, like a burning star, fell from the sky, piercing through twelve magical barriers and instantly shattering the Tower of Babel!"

In the firelight, I could vaguely see that it was that alien named Kukulkan who was behind it!

No, I'm sure! That's it!

Kukulkan, the feathered serpent god of the Maya?

No wonder...

The Holy Spirit, whose body was like a jewel, gazed thoughtfully at the broken pieces of rock scattered on the ground, his expression softening slightly.

"Not only is this Kukulkan formidable, but the leopard woman beside her is also not to be trifled with. The other side has also brought Achilles, the great Greek hero of the Trojan War, to their aid. Moreover, he brought quite a few helpers with him to Thermopylae this time!"

Now, even with the seven riders of the Great Khan and the heroes I recruited taking turns to fight, they are unable to take Thermopylae in a short time!

This is the truth, please see it clearly!

The King is already aware of this matter and has not punished us..."

The quick-witted Xerxes noticed the subtle changes in the Holy Spirit's expression and became even bolder. While explaining his reasons, he didn't forget to drag Cyrus I into the mess as well.

According to his recent observations, this deity who descended to earth, though ruthless and almost merciless, showed a subtle respect for the Great King.

"But you still failed in your duty!"

The sage frowned and snorted coldly, revealing his displeasure.

"Understood! We understand! But Your Highness, please grant us three more days to atone for our mistakes and rebuild the Tower of Babel, considering the urgency of the situation!"

Seeing this, Xerxes was not afraid but pleased, and repeatedly pleaded with obedience.

For the high and mighty gods, the more they express their emotions, the more it means there is still room for redemption.

What he feared most was that this saint would not give them a chance to explain and would simply set him and his father-in-law on fire, burning them to ashes.

"Alright, I'll give you three more days. You must rebuild the Tower of Babel by the deadline!"

The saint nodded slightly, casually dispelling the blazing white flames in his palm. His golden-red eyes looked down at the two Persian kings who were bowing down, his gaze penetrating to their very core.

When Xerxes made eye contact with him, he felt a burning sensation in his soul. Any lingering hope or distracting thoughts he had harbored were instantly consumed by fear. He hurriedly lowered his head and responded obediently.

"We obey your decree! In order to end this 12000-year-long war between light and darkness and to bring forth the gospel of this world, we swear to fulfill our destiny!"

Upon hearing Xerxes's solemn assurances and hymn-like chanting, the saint raised his hand and used his divine power to pull the two to their feet, his eyes softening with a touch of warmth.

"Remember, the Tower of Babel is the key to your ability to 'hear the voice of heaven and follow the will of the gods'!"

As those fair, jade-like fingers gently patted his shoulder, Xerxes trembled, feeling as if his bones had melted. Overwhelmed with a sense of flattery and trepidation, he nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Good to know. Get to it as soon as possible. There's not much time left..."

The two Persian kings nodded repeatedly, but Xerxes, who had become bolder, couldn't help but remind them.

"Sir, according to the normal construction schedule, we are indeed confident that we can finish within three days, but what about the Greeks..."

The saint stopped in his tracks, his face clouded with gloom. That single, indifferent glance nearly sent Xerxes' soul tumbling out of his body.

"A bunch of trash!"

Fortunately, that oppressive gaze quickly shifted to the narrow path between the mountains, and the sage coldly snorted.

"Do your jobs! I will handle the battle for Thermopylae."

As that graceful, jewel-like figure walked out of the camp, the priests and priests who were tending to the wounded and repairing the fortifications along the way quickly stopped what they were doing, crossed their hands in front of their chests, bowed their heads, and solemnly chanted hymns of praise to bid farewell to the deity.

"Lord of Light, Father of Flames, my God Mithras, the most powerful of all creation, I offer you this wine and song. May your mighty light dispel darkness, grant you victory in every battle, and bring the gospel to this world..."

In these chants, the identity of the saint is becoming increasingly clear.

Mithra, the god of light, a holy spirit born of fire, the most powerful creation of Ahura Mazda, the lord of wisdom, and also the "infinite light" closest to this supreme god.

Meanwhile, in Egypt, on the shores of the Red Sea.

A figure walks on the churning water. With each tap of the cane and each step, the surging tide below transforms into a gentle, calm current, as if a ferocious beast has been tamed.