Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After a moment of contemplation, the creator before him turned his thoughts back, seeing through the ups and downs of history, raised his hand to touch Nero's raised head, and spoke calmly.

"As for the future, glory may belong to Greece, conquest should belong to Macedonia, but greatness will surely belong to Rome!"

Chapter 177 The Energetic Girl's Divine Finishing Touch

In the Nordic camp, a faint chill permeated the air around the central military tent guarded by Valkyries. The birdsong and insect chirps ceased, and all was silent. The dimly lit interior, imposing yet slightly oppressive, was filled with the only sound of pen nibs scratching on scrap paper.

Phew! This pile is almost finished...

Skadi, who was working at her desk, took the opportunity to slightly adjust her posture in her chair while her pen was fully dipped in ink, stretching her stiff neck, shoulders and limbs. She glanced at the few remaining files on the table and felt a sense of accomplishment, a pleasant smile playing on her lips.

But then, after the Goddess of Winter finished reviewing the documents that were at least a meter high, she couldn't help but lose her composure and furrow her brows.

It feels like it's been a long time since I've felt this tired...

It's strange, though. I've tried being the goddess of Jotunheim before, or the queen of the Shadow Kingdom in role-playing, but I've never felt this hard in Greece.

I used to be very busy, with a lot of things to do.

For example, skiing...hunting...exploring...sleeping...viewing the scenery?

In a daze, recalling the past, Skadi couldn't help but chuckle, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

I am indeed very busy, but all of these are pastimes that are in line with my divine qualities and personal nature.

I only scratched the surface of those so-called functions, never putting in much serious effort, and naturally, I didn't experience much hardship.

When did I start having so much free time?

It seems like it was after I brought that guy home...

Since Samael and Odin joined forces and took control of Jotunheim, she seemed never to be troubled by the trivialities of daily life or the difficulties of governance.

Even establishing order in the chaotic Jotunheim, imprisoning the fire giant king Surt, reconciling the conflicts of the nine worlds, securing a place in Asgard, and standing on equal footing with the Aesir and Vanir gods...

These things, which seem like great achievements to outsiders, she never seemed to feel particularly sad about. With that guy in charge, she only needed to please herself.

Tamamo-no-Mae was right; she had been too well protected and had never considered how arduous it was to be a qualified decision-maker.

And the iced porridge in the morning, the cold drinks in the evening, the snow boots and hunting dogs prepared in advance at the winter hunting grounds, the flowers and plants that were transplanted to the yard on a whim and never really cared for, yet they always grew lush and abundantly...

Looking back now, I realize how difficult it is to find time to take care of these details that I had never paid attention to before.

But now, after experiencing some things firsthand...

The thought of that person caused her a dull ache in her heart... and a lingering worry...

The fear of not being needed, the fear of losing everything...

Skadi rubbed her equally sore wrists and shook her head helplessly.

Well, I don't know when that guy will wake up. I should try to sort out the things that are piling up at hand first. I can't rely on him forever, can I?

As her thoughts returned to their original state, the Goddess of Winter continued to review the documents at her desk, speeding up the final touches, and rang the bell under the table to signal the presentation of new files.

A clear chirping sound rang out, and a figure followed the shadows into the room.

So, I'm planning to stay up all night tonight!

Just as Skadi made up her mind to fight, she reached out to touch the file, but her fingertips touched something familiar and cold. Her nostrils twitched involuntarily, and the sweet and sour smell of cream and fruit filled her cavity.

The Goddess of Winter looked up at the "castle" made of ice and snow on the plate beside her, and at a glass of honey wine with ice, lemon, and golden liquid, bubbling with rich bubbles, and stared blankly for a moment.

At the same time, a pair of fingers and palms rested on her shoulder blades.

Skadi's body stiffened at first, but as her five fingers gently smoothed out the stiff, sticky muscles in her shoulder blades, an indescribable comfort washed over her. A familiar feeling welled up in her heart, and the tense muscles of the Goddess of Winter gradually relaxed.

"You're awake? How are you?"

The goddess's tone remained aloof and cold, but the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

"What can I do? I'm doing just fine. It's you who's had a hard time these past few days."

Samael chuckled in response, glancing down at Skadi as he pretended to pick up a document, looking at it absentmindedly, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Skadi's appearance, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. His left hand supported one side of Skadi's fair swan neck, while his right index finger bent, the knuckle pressing against the cervical spine, pushing and massaging along the way. The three fingers that moved to the side seemed to brush lightly against the skin like feathers.

hiss……

Skadi's body trembled slightly, an unnatural blush rose to her face, she bit her lower lip tightly, and gasped for breath before she could barely swallow the groan stuck in her throat.

Sure enough, these sensitive spots worked as before; with a little provocation, the ice and snow melted away.

"Don't make trouble..."

The Goddess of Winter glared at the mischievous fellow, but only gave a slight snort.

"Seeing how hard you've worked, I've come here especially to serve you, Lady Skadi."

Samael blinked, his tone sarcastic.

“I still have work!”

Skadi raised her voice slightly, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

"This ice cream took me a lot of effort to make. You should eat it first, otherwise it will melt..."

Samael pushed the plate and crystal glass in front of his wife, then, without saying a word, snatched the documents from in front of Skadi and skillfully finished the job.

After drinking the mead, the Goddess of Winter's face flushed with a captivating blush. She carefully circled the ice cream cone shaped like a snow castle, looking at it from left to right, yet unable to bring herself to take a bite, like a little girl who had received a precious gift and couldn't bear to destroy it.

After finishing, Samael rested his chin on his hand, looking at his wife, who had melted away the ice and snow and revealed an amusing side, with a half-smile.

After being stared at for a while, Skadi stiffened slightly, put down her spoon, and raised her eyebrows.

"Hey you, don't you have any work to do? How long are you planning to stay here?!"

Samael surrendered, abandoning his joking thoughts and leaving the tent to continue his inspection.

As the figure outside the tent gradually disappeared into the distance, Skadi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up the small spoon, examined it for a long time, and then carefully scooped a spoonful from the corner of the ice castle and put it into her slightly open mouth.

Instantly, the appetizing yogurt, mixed with the fragrance of vanilla and the sweetness of fruit, along with the spreading coolness, blossoms on the taste buds.

Skadi took only one bite before regretfully gathering her thoughts. She inscribed a rune to cool it down, carefully placed the crystal-clear ice castle aside, cleared her throat, and resumed her goddess-like demeanor, calling out to the door.

However, Brunhilde and the three Valkyries, who were waiting outside, entered the room with empty hands and answered softly with their heads bowed.

"His Highness Samael had already dealt with the backlog of business in the next room before he even entered."

"He arrived early?"

"Yes, His Highness didn't want us to announce his arrival, afraid of disturbing you. After finishing all these official duties, he even took the time to go to the kitchen..."

Skadi followed Brunhilde's gaze to the snow castle on the table, a pleased smile curving her lips.

Hmm, ice cream is a good thing...

Just as Skadi was in a good mood and looked around, she noticed that the four Valkyries below seemed to have some kind of white mark left on the corners of their mouths, and subconsciously asked about it.

"You mean this? Ice cream, His Highness made it, and he saved a lot for us. It's delicious! There's still a big tub of it in the kitchen. Would you like to try some?"

The pink-haired Hilde subconsciously curled her tongue to clean the traces of smoke from the corner of her mouth, and then answered with lingering satisfaction.

"Crack!"

Instantly, Skadi's joy froze. She used the broken spoon in her hand to scoop up half of the ice castle and stuff it into her mouth.

Sensing the sudden drop in temperature, the other three Valkyries fell silent, glaring resentfully at the oblivious pink-haired idiot.

Chapter 178 Kill That Heel!

A sneeze!

Not long after leaving the Nordic camp, Samael suddenly felt a chill and sneezed violently for some reason.

Who's talking about me again?

The ancient snake glanced at the sun high in the sky, scratched its head, and muttered to itself with a frown.

As Samael's gaze passed over the mountain ridge and fell upon the Tanbei Valley, shrouded in clouds and mist and veiled by layers of light, a frown appeared between his brows.

It must be that old bastard Marduk!

Damn Persians, keep this up!

Hmph! Speed ​​up the closing in!

Samael's face was cold, and his eyes held a hint of murderous intent and ruthlessness. He then lowered his head and headed toward the Greek camp where the army was gathered.

The tents at Wenquanguan stretched out in waves, their white fabric billowing in the sea breeze. With the battle situation stabilized, the soldiers changing shifts and the heroes taking turns to rest, now slightly relaxed, each found their own way to pass the time.

For example, amidst cheers and encouragement from the crowd, the muscular Ajax and Ajax were clashing their shields together, engaging in a wrestling match.

Pollux and Jason suppressed their magic and engaged in a pure sword duel;

Atalanta, Orion, Euryale and several others gathered together, standing on the cliff, and competed to shoot down the raging sea monsters at the sea.

A group of Spartan warriors, their chests covered in scars, sat around a barrel, each challenging Leonidas, who had only one hand, to an arm-wrestling match. The loser drank the wine...

"boom!"

With a dull thud, a Blood Warrior was thrown off the flat field by a beautiful throw and immediately fainted, while nearly a hundred unlucky souls lay sprawled around him.

"Kukul wins the first round!"

Below the stage, a leopard-man dressed as a mascot ascended the ring, raised Quetzalcoatl's fist, excitedly announced the result, and then raised his hand to wipe away tears with a rich expression, showing a kind of bitterness from being oppressed. He jumped up and down with great empathy, grinned to reveal his tiger teeth, and made a high-pitched declaration.

"Humanity has been utterly defeated! My little ones, don't stop! Summon your courage to challenge the gods, and then get beautifully beaten to tears by Kukul. Even though the world has become this cruel, but..."

"boom!"

However, with a single horizontal punch, the leopard-man, who was usually irrational and carefree, flew far away, his head plunging into the rock wall on one side, his lower body drooping limply.

"One hundred more! Fight for freedom, resist for freedom, and then be freely flattened by me~! Now, I'll be a little shy... I'll only use normal strength, I promise."

Come on, let's sweat it out and have a physical clash, showcasing the epic battle between Mexican wrestling and Greek Pankrasin martial arts!

Kukul smiled merrily, opening his arms to welcome the challenge from the Greek soldiers, and then, with pure skill, took them down one by one.

Although everyone who took the stage failed in their challenge, as a reward for their courage, they all gained a deeper understanding of the essence of fighting techniques. As a result, a group of muscular men eagerly signed up.

Those who were eliminated grabbed bread and meat, drank heavily, cheered with arms around each other, or wrestled and fought in the mud, venting their boundless energy.

To be fair, Greek soldiers were indeed physically stronger and better at individual combat than Roman infantry. However, they lacked teamwork and experience in large-scale group warfare in city-state alliances. Even with top-notch heroes, they relied too much on the individual strength of these powerful soldiers. In terms of the quality and level of their regular army, they were still quite different from the Roman legions.

Therefore, after the Age of Gods faded, the era of heroes and gods ended, Athens and Sparta, which possessed powerful armies, declined, and the Greek city-states gradually became open gardens of the Mediterranean, and were successively conquered by the rising Macedonia and Rome.

This is similar to the situation Napoleon described during his 1788 expedition to Egypt: "Two Mamluks can definitely defeat three Frenchmen; one hundred Frenchmen are evenly matched with one hundred Mamluks; three hundred Frenchmen can usually defeat three hundred Mamluks; and one thousand Frenchmen can always defeat one thousand five hundred Mamluks."

In the future, if the Greek city-states cannot unite and form a unified foundation, they are destined to be conquered.

The ancient serpent shook its head slightly, but the surge of emotion lasted only a moment before dissipating. It turned its head to one side and looked with interest at the Macedonian soldiers who were preparing for battle.

The solemn-faced front-row soldiers held spears of varying lengths level, ensuring that all six rows of spearheads were exposed at the forefront, forming a barbed wall that charged towards the enemy. Their movements were characterized by orderly ranks, synchronized footsteps, and sharp spikes, inspiring awe and fear.

The Macedonian spear was the longest spear widely used in the ancient world, ranging from 2 meters to 6-7 meters in length. The shaft was made of hard mountain yew wood, while the spearhead was mostly made of metal. The spear was one of the main weapons of the Macedonian heavy infantry, and its power reached its zenith in ancient warfare within the Macedonian phalanx.

It seems that this very thing, combined with the Macedonian phalanx, defeated the Athenians.

However, fortunes change, and the once-renowned Macedonian phalanx was ultimately defeated by the Roman legions.

As for Greece, its place in history has long since disappeared.

The ancient serpent cast a strange glance at the red-haired boy who was still training the Macedonians' formations and coordination during the rest period.

Honestly, Alexander the Great was more handsome when he was young; he became ugly as he grew up.

Samael shook his head. Having already met so many historical figures, he no longer had the early mentality of trying to get close to them; he would just let things take their course.

laugh!

Just as the ancient serpent continued exploring the Greek camp and greeting its old friends, a handsome young man with light green hair and a scarf around his neck suddenly broke into a run and headed straight for Samael.

"Asshole, don't run!"

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man with brown, tousled hair, a thick beard, and an air of decadence, with a ferocious expression, was chasing after a green-haired guy as he wielded a long spear. Seeing that the guy was almost out of sight, he threw the spear forward with all his might.

The green-haired handsome man instinctively turned his spear and continued to flee, while Samael's face darkened as he looked at the murder weapon lying at his feet, its butt trembling.

Damn it, are you trying to assassinate the king?

"Sorry, buddy, I'll treat you to a drink next time!"

The green-haired handsome guy looked apologetic, made a casual promise, and then jumped into the sea, riding the waves and disappearing into the distance.

"Unbreakable, unbreakable, unbending. My spear can pierce through everything! Crush it, indestructible ultimate spear!"