Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"then."

Just as the purple-haired saintess was feeling somewhat lost, something was thrown from behind her.

Martha instinctively reached out and took it, then opened her palm and stared blankly at the cross in her hand.

"This is……"

"Sorry, I got it mixed up, please wait a moment."

Then, Samael recalled the ornament that the purple-haired saintess had worn around her neck before she was stripped of her armor. He slapped his forehead, and with a flick of his wrist, wood chips flew everywhere as he carved a six-pointed star made of two overlapping equilateral triangles. He then casually tossed it into Marda's arms.

In fact, Judaism does not acknowledge the coming of Jesus Christ, the Messiah, and therefore has no connection to the crucifixion of Jesus. The ornaments they wear are often the Star of David, also known as the Shield of David, which is associated with King David, who received grace.

According to related interpretations, one triangle of the Star of David symbolizes God, the world, and humanity, while the other triangle symbolizes creation, revelation, and redemption.

In Jewish worship ceremonies, the Star of David holds a similar position to the Christian cross, symbolizing God's protection.

Even in the future, similar markings can be seen on synagogues and Jewish tombstones.

Due to the chaos of the world, not only did Nero, who persecuted Christians, not grow up, but the Holy Son who would later establish Christianity also seemed to have disappeared.

Naturally, Martha, who had learned the true teachings of Jacob's divine fist and obeyed God's command, still returned to the banner of Judaism.

The purple-haired saint accepted the Star of David and was about to return the cross in her hand, but upon closer inspection, she seemed to see a strange compassion and mercy in the suffering person fixed to the cross.

Can I keep this?

Martha, clutching the cross, asked as if possessed.

"Whatever you like, it doesn't matter."

The foreign king's reply, along with his previous acts of kindness, softened Martha's gaze.

Then, the purple-haired saint turned her head, earnestly completed her prayer, and then stood up and stepped forward to formally thank Samael.

"Your Majesty, I was just praying to the merciful Lord for the people who were injured and killed during the day. May the Father in Heaven relieve their suffering and be kind to their souls."

"They are under the jurisdiction of Mount Ares, but thank you for your kind gesture."

The ancient snake chuckled faintly, but still acknowledged the goodwill.

“I thought you would be very extreme about your beliefs.”

Martha was somewhat surprised by the foreign king's unusually calm reaction.

"Born is not easy. The body struggles in the world, and the soul always needs some solace. To be honest, I do not reject religion, but I hate those who use the name of religion to fool believers and satisfy their own desires."

Samael was quite composed, his gaze deep and insightful.

"Then you should choose to join hands with our Lord to build the Tower of Babel, rebuild this planet, and lead humanity into an eternal kingdom."

Martha's eyes lit up, as if she saw an opportunity to persuade the man in front of her, and she earnestly gave him her advice.

"Does an eternal kingdom truly exist? Can it satisfy all of humanity's desires?"

Samael glanced at it and asked with interest.

"Yes, if the Lord says it will exist, then it definitely will!"

"why?"

"The Lord is all-knowing and all-powerful!"

The textbook answer, derived from seeking the roots in the classics, came from the mouth of this devout saint.

"To say you want to see an eternal kingdom that satisfies all human desires is a bit too much of a rip-off."

Samael stroked his chin, a pleased smile curving his lips.

"Since you are omniscient and omnipotent, then do as I ask and let your Lord first make a stone that even He cannot lift."

"Stones? The stars in the sky and everything on earth were created by the Lord. With a wave of His hand, the Lord can create any stone!"

"So according to the requirements, he can't move this stone, so he's not omnipotent, right?"

"It's alright if we can't make it... right..."

"If you can't even create stones, how dare you call yourself omniscient and omnipotent?"

"..."

Martha gritted her teeth and looked at the man who had responded with a mocking tone, suddenly realizing that she had fallen into a trap.

This was an unsolvable paradox, and the saintess's relaxed expression froze.

Samael stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought, then a malicious smile appeared on his face as he turned to ask a question.

"That's too difficult. Let's keep it simple and make it a colorful black, isn't that a bit much?"

"..."

Martha stood there, stunned, her facial muscles twitching violently. She was speechless for a moment, and inwardly roared with anger.

You're just looking for trouble, aren't you!

Chapter 189 A Forced Push on Her Highness the Holy Maiden

"Let's talk about some practical issues. The Jews have believed in God for so many years, but what about their nation? What about their people?"

The country suffered repeated defeats and became a vassal state, with its people displaced and living under the roof of others.

Martha's mind was filled with the facts, her cherry lips pressed tightly together, and she stubbornly refuted them.

"This is a test from the Lord, because the descendants of Abraham have lost their devotion to the Lord."

"The Exodus was a test, the journey to Canaan was a test, the establishment of the First Temple was a test, the destruction of the Jewish nation by Assyria was a test. So your Lord is very idle, testing you with the lives of thousands at a time? By the way, didn't you say your Lord was merciful?"

Samael scoffed and retorted, his face full of mockery.

"The Lord is merciful, but humanity bears original sin and needs to go through trials to be redeemed."

Martha gave a textbook answer without hesitation.

"Previously, since you said that your Lord created all things in the world, then theoretically, evil was also created by Him. Therefore, shouldn't the culprits of human sins bear the responsibility? Why haven't we seen them come out to take the blame? Why haven't we seen anyone punish them?"

"..."

Samael, a professional scapegoat, retorted casually with a disgruntled tone, his blasphemous words leaving Marda glaring at him, speechless.

"If your Lord is merciful, then why does Genesis chapter 11 of the Old Testament mention that after the Great Flood, when mankind united to build the Tower of Babel in hopes of reaching heaven and pursuing eternal happiness, they were stopped by God?"

If your Lord is just, then why are some people poor, some rich, some long-lived, some short-lived, some living a life of debauchery, and some unable to obtain what they desire?

Can an eternal kingdom truly fulfill all of humanity's desires? I remember Persia is still a slave society, right? If those slaves who submit want to live the life of Jewish masters, to be served by their masters, will that be fulfilled? To be even bolder, if everyone wants to be a king, or everyone wants to be God, then who will be the subjects, and who will be at the bottom?

If your God is so omniscient and omnipotent, why doesn't he convert everyone to his faith? Why doesn't he simply recreate the planet and build Heaven instead of conscripting millions to wage the Greco-Persian Wars and plunder what belongs to Greece?

Samael's barrage of questions left Marda dizzy and speechless.

"Look, an omniscient and omnipotent god can't even satisfy his own desires, yet he expects us to believe that he can fulfill the desires of insignificant humans. Doesn't that seem absurd?"

"Shut up, you bastard! The Lord's light has brought forth the gospel and healed my brother. I will not allow you to slander him!"

The ancient serpent's final taunt caused Martha's forehead veins to bulge. In a surge of anger, she clenched her fist and slammed it into the face of the blasphemer.

But as soon as she threw a punch, the purple-haired saintess realized her predicament and immediately regretted it.

boom!

Even more unexpectedly, the monster who had single-handedly dominated them seven days ago, upon sensing the approaching fist, instinctively frowned and twisted his body, but his movement suddenly froze. Martha's fist, which was not much stronger than an ordinary person, actually landed on Samael's chest.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the punch was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The weak impact that entered Samael's body disrupted the fragile balance of power, and the violent ether swept outwards, stirring up a fierce storm.

Oops!

A strong feeling of suffocation hit her head, and Martha's face turned pale instantly.

At the critical moment, the overwhelming stream of etheric light was instantly cut off, and the trembling tables and chairs around them calmed down in the dead silence.

"Cough cough..."

The figure standing in front of him sat heavily on the bed, his face turning pale and flushed, his blood surging, and he raised his right hand to cover his lips and teeth, coughing violently.

He survived...

Martha, still breathless from the overwhelming divine power she had just witnessed, leaned on the table with one hand, gasping for air, still shaken.

Samael is in danger!

But the danger here had just ended when a sharp whooshing sound came from outside the door. Daphne, leading a group of combat nymphs guarding the Greek camp, rushed into the room with a shrill voice.

However, the pure nymphs who served the goddess Artemis were immediately confronted with an appalling scene upon entering.

A lustful man was pressing the captive saintess, who was facing away from the door, down onto the bed. Her white, loose Greek dress had slipped halfway down her delicate shoulder blades, and her long purple hair was scattered on the pillow, creating a messy and profane beauty.

The innocent little ones screamed in surprise and immediately covered their eyes with their hands, but their bright eyes still peeked curiously through their fingers.

"Have you seen enough? Get out! I have things to do tonight, don't stay around here!"

His Majesty the King, annoyed by the disruption to his enjoyment, snorted coldly and shooed away a group of curious battle nymphs.

Only when the little girl's chattering and chatter gradually subsided did Samael release his grip on her fair wrists, leaning weakly against the headboard, wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, and groaning as he rubbed his forehead.

"Alright, they're gone. Get up."

Because it happened so suddenly, before she could even react, she was pinned to the bed by a pair of devilish hands. And once it was all over...

Martha snapped out of her daze, lifted her slipped shoulder strap, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze towards Samael was filled with a mixture of shame and indignation.

“You…”

But in the end, the purple-haired saint bit her cherry lips, realized someone's intention, took a deep breath, and grumbled in disgust as if she had swallowed a fly.

"Fine, anyway, thanks, but I'll take responsibility for my own actions. I won't need your help next time!"

"Next time?! How many lives do I have to endure this kind of torment?"

Samael suddenly stood up, his face turning ashen.

Marda's gaze fell upon Samael's unbuttoned chest, which was covered with red and black fungal-like markings. She immediately realized the cause and effect, felt guilty, and swallowed her rebuttal.

"I said, let's have a debate, but isn't this going too far by resorting to violence..."

Immediately, the ancient snake rolled its eyes and began to criticize the Iron Fist Saintess's hidden temper, while Martha, feeling guilty, muttered resentfully.

"Sophistry! Fallacy! Everything you say is blasphemous lies!"

"Still stubborn, huh?"

Samael propped himself up with one hand, raised three fingers in sequence, and asked calmly.

"Do you remember the Ten Commandments that Moses, the son of Abraham, made with God?"

"..."

Martha, who had been tricked and was traumatized, remained silent.

"Okay, let me help you remember."

The sixth commandment is: You shall not murder.

The Eighth Commandment: Do not steal

The tenth commandment is: You shall not covet your neighbor’s house, or his wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.

Murder, theft, and plundering the water and land that belong to Greece—these are all precepts you have violated. When your own interests are at stake, these so-called constraints become empty words. Is this your steadfast faith?

Martha's eyes, adorned with interwoven serpent patterns and star-shaped pupils, met the saintess's azure gaze, a soul-searching inquiry that caused her to instinctively avert her eyes, speechless.

Chapter 190 Let's sleep together when we have time!

The barrage of criticism and questioning intensified Marda's sense of defeat.

Before activating the blood of Abraham, she was just a village girl living in Bethany with her sister Mary and brother Lazarus. Her brother's death allowed her to witness firsthand the miracle of the prophet Moses raising him from the dead through the power of the Lord.

The prophet even personally gave her the scepter, taught her the fighting techniques inherited from Jacob, and expected her to behave in a manner befitting a saint.

To repay this favor and to hone herself, she embarked on a long and arduous journey. In the town of Neluk along the Rhône River, she confronted the tyrannical dragon that plagued the people and physically subdued it. The people who had been saved revered her as a "saint."

Seeing the smiles on the faces of those who had been saved, Martha felt a deep sense of pride in her faith that she could bring blessings to the people.

However, the man's words successfully shook Martha, even making her vaguely question the Lord's rightful arrangement.