Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Okay, I can make it for you anytime you're willing to come. Is there anything else?"

Attila's eyes lit up as more and more whimsical ideas and desires broke free from their cage and surged into her mind. Finally, she couldn't help but pour out her heart, her gaze unconsciously turning to the figure beside her.

"I want to know what 'love' is, what 'beauty' is, and I want to wear a bride's dress and live the life of an ordinary person!"

"Is that so? If we work hard, maybe we can achieve it..."

Samael was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then blinked, leaned forward with a mischievous look on his face, his right hand behind his back, the surging alcohol seeming to transform into a restlessness in his heart, and the distance between them shortened inch by inch in the night wind.

The mottled sword of the God of War, hidden in the crack of the rock, trembled constantly, yet it could not produce a sound due to the bloodstain on its blade.

Two elongated figures intertwined, and in a daze, a coiled snake seemed to be growing in the darkness, raising its head, flicking its tongue, and slowly baring its fangs at the fair neck.

Chapter 187 A murderous glint in one's eye cannot be hidden.

"Ugh, my ears just rang! So you two were secretly meeting here! Even if God allowed it, I wouldn't allow it! I must repent! I must repent!"

"Ugh, you stole food and didn't even call Yu? Samael, you're so biased!"

Just then, a rustling sound came from the dense forest. Tamamo-no-Mae and Nero, who usually bickered, unusually united against Samael and Attila.

"Why are you here?"

Samael looked back at the two abruptly appearing clowns, feeling rather helpless.

"Hmm, no one who wants to cheat can hide it from my nose!"

"Attila is so easy to fool, and you still stole her food! You're abducting her! Teacher, this is blatant abduction!"

Tamamo-no-Mae sniffed the faint, pungent scent of romance with a smug look in her eyes, her confidence evident, while Nero chimed in from the side.

"Yeah……"

Under the hazy moonlight, Samael murmured a glance at him, his gaze dark and deep.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Tamamo-no-Mae's heart pounded. She couldn't help but shiver, as if she had sensed the chill in the air.

"Alright, I'll leave her to you. I have other things to do, so I'll be going now."

Samael then smiled, released Attila's grip, and walked past Tamamo-no-Mae and Nero down the mountain.

"Remember everything you said..."

Just as the ancient serpent was about to disappear at the end of the mountain road, he stopped, turned his snake eyes to look back, and murmured something.

"Don't lose to the version of yourself that has nothing but strength!"

Attila nodded subconsciously, standing there in a daze, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance until it finally merged completely into the darkness.

boom!

However, before Attila could recover from her daze, her head was pressed into something soft.

"Well, it's more comfortable to hug someone bigger and fleshier. You can sleep with me tonight."

Tamamo-no-Mae hugged Attila's upper body and giggled.

"Why should I! You filthy fox, you even want to steal my personal accompanist? If you're going to sleep with her, you should sleep with me!"

Nero immediately grabbed Attila's arm and protested with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Ha, kid, with your constant wailing and howling, who can sleep peacefully with you?"

"Pah! You stinky fox, you clearly don't know how to appreciate things. Besides, with so much fur on your body, it's hot and stuffy, and you might even have fleas!"

"You're the one with fleas, your whole family has fleas! That's an insult to foxes, are you looking for trouble?"

"You're still insulting my art, aren't you? Want to fight? Come on!"

……

Seeing the two lively characters bickering and arguing around her again, Attila felt a strange sense of familiarity with the insults around her, and a slight smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

It's like a dream.

A beautiful dream from which I have no idea when I will wake up.

At the shadowy, rugged ridge, Samael glanced back at the mountaintop from which came the cheerful commotion, looked at the bushes not far away, and finally fixed his gaze on his cut right palm. After a moment of silence, he sighed slightly and continued on his way.

Soon, the rustling sound of leaves being plucked could be heard, and two tall figures walked over the bushes to the ridge.

"Looks like I've won this round."

Kukulkan stretched and groaned softly, then turned with a smile to look at Scáthach, who was lost in thought beside him.

"What's wrong? Can't figure it out?"

"A murderous glint in one's eye cannot be hidden..."

Scáthach raised her hand and gently wiped the tip of her spear, recalling the look in that guy's eyes when he mentioned a certain name during the secret talks at the Great Temple, and gazed wistfully towards the mountaintop.

"But he wavered..."

Kukulkan seemed unsurprised and responded with a smile.

"As a god, he's not aloof enough; as a human, he's not humble enough; as a king, he's not rational enough; as a warrior, he's too lazy; as a companion, he has an untouchable transcendence... This guy is still so incomprehensible."

Scáthach shook her head, began to recite, and objectively commented on the contradictory nature of a certain guy, without showing any anger on her face.

"Sometimes, the right choice doesn't necessarily lead to the perfect answer. This child is actually very gentle with the people around him. He says he will use everyone as pawns, but he is never willing to give up anyone easily. I, as his older sister, am growing to like him more and more."

Kukulkan gently touched her slightly flushed cheeks, her smile radiant, but then glanced at Scáthach beside her with a hint of helplessness.

The only downside is that this kid is very popular, which is a bit of a headache.

"So, I lost. What are your terms?"

The Queen of the Land of Shadows turned to look at Kukulkan and asked, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The loss in the bet seemed to bring her even more satisfaction and pleasure.

"Fighting would be too exhausting. I have important business to attend to tomorrow. How about having a drink with me, foreign warrior?"

"Of course you can, but don't fall down first, Mayan god."

Two warriors, each at the pinnacle of their skill, exchanged a smile and leaped and darted through the rugged valley. With a few agile leaps and bounds, they disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

At the foot of the mountain, Samael stopped and watched as a graceful figure with purple hair walked towards him from the Great Temple.

Just inches apart, two slender white arms wrapped around the ancient snake from behind, pulling the figure, who seemed to blend into the darkness of the mountains, into the cool moonlight and gently embracing it.

"Sorry……"

Samael nestled into Anna's arms, who had transformed into a mature goddess, his voice low and filled with frustration.

"Yes, no need to force yourself. No one has ever asked you to do anything, and it's the same this time. You've already done enough, Samael..."

Anna mimicked the way the man in her arms comforted her, gently patting his back and whispering softly in his ear.

In a moment, Samael's emotional wounds gradually healed, but his physical wounds still needed another form of comfort. So he looked up at the goddess who had transformed into a mature individual, his eyes sparkling.

"I think……"

"I still have a lot of documents to process."

"It's okay, we'll fix it together..."

"I'm going to sleep with my sisters tonight."

"I don't mind."

"..."

In an instant, Anna, her cheeks flushed, was overwhelmed by the tyranny of her two older sisters and fled in panic.

Tsk, sooner or later I'll find a chance to teach Euryale and Stheno, those two troublemakers, a lesson!

A cold smile crept across the ancient snake's lips, a surge of malice welling up within him.

However, as Anna, who had been frightened away, disappeared from sight, Samael's wicked smile faded, and his dark gaze drifted towards the surging Oceanus Sea, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

O white giant, the nightmare of Greece.

It's foolish to give up a way to eliminate this potential possibility once and for all, simply because of a little bit of sentimentality.

The ancient serpent shook its head, then looked again at the bloodstain on its palm, its gaze distant.

Well, the seed of emotion has already been sown. I hope that this blood of desire can give that weapon its complete self.

Chapter 188 Suffering from Lack of Education

As night deepened, the doctor's clinic welcomed new guests.

"Yes, with the infusion of the power of faith, the recovery is quite good."

The healer, using the glowstone light, looked at Samael's chest.

The curse-like red and black mycelium, though much dimmer, still had roots crawling all over its veins and tendons. After observing it for a long time, I could only shake my head in resignation.

"However, this curse is very powerful and deeply rooted, so it will be difficult to remove in a short time. If it is not necessary, it is best not to fight with anyone recently."

"What if there was something that could absorb the lingering malice of Angolan Mainyu?"

"In that case, perhaps we can give it a try."

"Okay, do me a favor later."

Samael nodded slightly, put on his clothes and got up. He looked at the God of Medicine who was busy in front of the bottles and jars and chatted casually.

"By the way, you seem to be treating the wounded much faster than usual today."

"I have to thank that young girl for her help. Having her as my assistant really saved me a lot of trouble."

"Little girl, who is that?"

"I forgot her name, but I think she was the prisoner of war that Lady Holo captured to warm your bed. Hmm, she has a steady hand and good stamina; she's a good candidate to be a doctor."

The divine healer thought for a moment and then gave a very realistic description.

"Marda? She's willing to save our people?"

Samael was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked a question.

“Your thinking is too narrow. Now that we have laid down our weapons, saving lives is our duty. In the eyes of us doctors, there are only patients, not enemies.”

The God of Healing glanced disdainfully at a certain insidious snake, a rare display of emotion in his gaze, and responded arrogantly.

It seems that Martha, this saintess, is at least not unworthy of the title in terms of character.

Samael smiled faintly, and just as he was feeling sentimental, a bottle of pink potion was tossed into his arms.

"What are you doing?"

The ancient snake stared at the small pink medicine bottle in its palm, its eyelids twitching, and its expression turning strange.

"If you're very thirsty, you should go out and find food yourself. This girl is perfect to be a healer. It would be such a waste to leave her to you."

The medical genius at the workbench glanced at Samael, frowned, and snorted softly.

Am I that thirsty? And what do you mean by "abuse"? Is that how you talk to your boss?

When the white-haired, sharp-tongued subordinate complained, the ancient snake's face darkened. He immediately clarified the misunderstanding in an annoyed manner, bringing up the culprit, Hera, to take the blame.

"I'm a decent person, I wouldn't make things difficult for such a young girl!"

Immediately, Samael, under the skeptical gaze of the medical god, reiterated his statement with righteous indignation, then wrapped himself in his clothes and left the clinic.

The white-haired healer gazed at the figure who clutched their clothes and disappeared into the darkness, a slight twitch at the corner of their mouth.

If you won't release them, at least leave the medicine behind...

With the moon high in the sky, Samael, having completed his rounds, returned to his house. A dim, yellowish light shone through the window.

As the door creaked open, Samael's gaze swept around and landed on the purple-haired saintess kneeling before the table.

Martha, standing before the lamplight, crossed her fingers over her chest, nodded slightly, and murmured, clearly praying with her eyes closed to the deity she worshipped.

Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, the purple-haired saintess stiffened. However, after a moment, the foreign king did not stop her; instead, he simply leaned against the door and waited quietly.

Martha gradually calmed down and continued to finish her prayer. However, when she raised her hands to her chest, she found nothing, leaving her feeling somewhat at a loss. A helpless sigh appeared on her lips.

Trapped here, perhaps God has already abandoned her.

Samael glanced thoughtfully at Martha's smooth neck after she had been stripped of her remaining possessions. Bored, he broke off a branch and casually chopped it.