Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"..."

The purple-haired saintess, still kneeling in the courtyard, suddenly froze, her expression hardening as she hesitated.

"Martha, you who have received grace, do not speak recklessly in the presence of the Lord. Answer my question!"

The saint's voice rose, his scrutinizing gaze like a drawn sword. King David and the Queen of Sheba beside him exchanged glances with Martha.

"...Yes, Your Highness..."

The purple-haired saintess, her hands tightly gripping the "Star of David" in her arms, remained silent for a long time before finally opening her lips to respond, only burying her head even deeper.

"That foreign king is badly wounded..."

“Very well, your piety will be forgiven. Rise, remember the Lord’s grace, and do not waver.”

Having received an affirmative reply, the saint nodded in satisfaction, taking a firm stance on the matter of the saintess before gently setting it aside. He then looked up at the decision-makers and solemnly announced his decision.

"This is not a simple worldly war, but a judgment to sweep away the Lord's enemies and redeem all people! There will be no retreat! All sacrifices will be worthwhile!"

Chapter 192 This is the temple of God, this is the gate of heaven!

Phew! That was a close call! That was a close call!

Outside the tent, King David wiped the sweat from his brow, breathed a sigh of relief, and then glanced back at him with a rather helpless expression.

"The matter is over, but the bad impression of being 'unruly' has probably been remembered by that saint."

"It's not just fear, it's absolute..."

The Queen of Sheba helped the emotionally distressed Martha sit on a large rock and corrected her impatiently.

Inside the royal tent, a war council was in full swing, but all the troublemakers—Marda, who had been captured, and King David, Queen of Sheba, Baallanz the Sword, and Phrixus the Asura King—were asked to go out and rest.

Clearly, His Highness was not satisfied with their loyalty.

"Beautiful lady, you're so pretty, you should be smarter. Next time, know your place!"

After a brief silence, King David, seeing that no one was around, straightened his expression and spoke to the purple-haired saintess, his tone slightly reproachful.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I..."

Before Martha could speak, King David rolled his eyes and complained.

"We're just employees, why should we worry about so much?"

"To protect people, to guide people. This is my mission as a saint. I save many, and I am so desperately sought after, prayed for, and do everything in my power to protect the weak... This should also be my duty..."

The purple-haired saintess glanced at King David, her voice somewhat hoarse.

"Save yourself first, then save others. Didn't your teacher teach you that? These days, even God doesn't have time to care about the lives of ordinary people. It's more reliable to invest in yourself first, and then consider the rest when you have time."

King David glanced around for a moment, then, after checking his surroundings again, gave a curt reminder.

The blasphemous words caused Martha's lips to twitch slightly, and her gaze toward the ancient king of Israel was filled with suspicion.

That's outrageous! Are you really a blessed person of God?

Invest in yourself first? Did they not build the First Temple back then just to satisfy their own desires for food, drink, and entertainment, thus wasting the nation's strength?

"King David, you have misspoke!"

The Queen of Sheba's purple ears twitched slightly, her eyes glancing at the shepherd beside her, her voice lowered.

That's more like it. How can anyone slander God the Father to his face? Martha's brow relaxed slightly.

"How can you say something like this to my face?"

Immediately, the purple-haired, beast-eared queen cast dozens of magical seals before clapping her hands in satisfaction and a smile playing on her lips.

"That's all right now!"

……

Martha glanced at the cautious Queen of Sheba, then turned her gaze to the beaming King David, her cheeks twitching slightly.

That's enough, you two! What about faith?!

She realized that neither of these two apostles, whom God had called, were very reliable.

The purple-haired saintess took a deep breath, calmed herself, and opened her eyes again, looking at the two of them with a lingering gaze, and asked the question that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

"King David, Your Majesty, do you believe that an eternal kingdom that fulfills all human desires truly exists?"

Before that debate, Martha never questioned the words in the scriptures; however, as her faith wavered, a thorn now quietly lodged in her heart.

The two long-reigning kings exchanged a glance, and the Queen of Sheba spoke first.

"I cannot comment on God's will, but based on my business experience, acquiring anything always comes at a cost. The bottom line for a kingdom that can satisfy all human desires is priceless; this is a losing proposition..."

King David plucked a string from his harp, his eyes filled with a meaningful look.

"Even gifts from God often come with a high price tag."

"Lord is merciful..."

Martha pursed her cherry lips and retorted dryly.

"This has nothing to do with whether one is benevolent or not; if one responds, then one will ask for something in return."

King David gazed wistfully at the clear faith in those azure eyes, sighed helplessly, and lowered his voice.

"Take Solomon for example. He possessed divine wisdom and commanded seventy-two demons. Why did he choose to return the Ten Commandments and relinquish this favor when he died? Look at ourselves..."

The Queen of Sheba paused, her tone meaningful.

"He was originally more suited to the role of Caster than I was."

Martha suddenly realized that having received the Lord's grace meant she had to fight to the death for this faith.

No, even in death, they remain spirits serving the light.

"Yes, the Lord helped our ancestors escape from Egypt and gave us the Promised Land."

Martha persisted, but a hint of wavering crept into her eyes.

"That is the Promised Land, but also a land of constant warfare. Once we obtain it, we will have to face the conquests of various tribes."

King David responded calmly, then glanced at the harp in his arms and sighed inwardly.

Similarly, faith in God can be both a good thing and a bad thing.

By venerating the one true God and becoming God's chosen people, the Jewish people were incompatible with the surrounding polytheistic religions. Their internal closed-off and conservative nature prevented them from assimilating.

The Old Testament's standard of "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for blood" also made the Jewish people aggressive and confrontational, making it difficult for them to get along with the locals. They either conquered others or were conquered by others.

This is why their people fell into a state of being surrounded by enemies, being served in turn by Assyria, Neo-Babylon, and Persia.

Therefore, Israel's prosperity was only a fleeting moment, and its people continued to be enslaved and exiled for a long time afterward.

Therefore, the older David got, the more perfunctory he became in his work of revering God; he gradually came to realize this.

Of course, David didn't need to explain these deeper issues to Martha. He just needed to make the child understand not to be too superstitious about salvation that came from heaven.

If such a thing truly exists, one should be cautious, because it often comes at a price that ordinary people cannot afford.

After a brief chat, King David changed the subject, stroking his chin and leaning closer with a suggestive smile.

"Hey, little Martha, besides what we already had, what else did that guy from Thermopylae say to you?"

After a moment's hesitation, the purple-haired saintess, with her frank nature and the protection of her two predecessors, briefly recounted the parting words of the foreign king.

David's eyes flickered, and he glanced back at the gloomy Tanbei Canyon, shook his head helplessly, and then smacked his lips.

"Hmm? Treating prisoners well? Sounds pretty good. How about we go and join them now? I think that guy over there is quite pleasing to the eye."

……

"Haha, just kidding, my faith in the Lord is unwavering!"

Faced with the scrutiny of this purple-haired saint, the lazy ancient king of Israel made a solemn promise.

But in an instant, King David's expression turned solemn, and he looked at the two of them with deep thought.

"It looks like the Greeks will launch an attack soon. We don't have many good days left. Next time on the battlefield, you'd better be careful."

So fast? !

Martha and the Queen of Sheba looked at each other, their eyes filled with seriousness. By the time they came to their senses, King David, who had given the warning, had already quietly slipped away.

Meanwhile, the meeting inside the tent ended, and everyone left one after another. The saint, led by the two Persian kings, arrived at a valley floor. He frowned as he looked at the cryptic tower, whose foundation was just beginning to be completed and which was nearly half finished. He was not satisfied with the progress, and his brow furrowed.

But in an instant, his handsome face seemed to have thought of something, his brows relaxed, and his hands were slightly apart in front of his chest.

In an instant, the pages of the book turned with a rustling sound, the ancient parchment scroll unfolded, and the saint sang a hymn of praise.

“This is the temple of God, and the gate of heaven. The earth shall be the kingdom of my lord and of the Lord God, and he shall reign forever and ever!”

As divine runes transformed into golden characters and were inlaid on the base, an innate aura of power poured into it, and the crowd vaguely saw the phantom of a majestic temple gradually solidifying.

The seven seals have been opened, the seven trumpets are about to be played, and no one can stop the coming of the Lord's Kingdom!

The sage gazed at the characters dancing on the scroll, as if he could see the inevitable destiny. A smile of pleasure crept onto his lips, and his expression became arrogant.

However, just as the Tower of Babel was about to solidify its new foundation, lightning struck the sky, and a torrent of red and black ether swept in all directions, forming a visible magical tide. A strange sense of unease arose in the hearts of the Persians.

"boom!"

In an instant, the majestic phantom of the temple collapsed as if struck by lightning. The saint holding the Book of Destiny turned pale and spat out a mouthful of golden-red blood, looking eastward in horror.

Oh no! The Persian Pantheon!

hum!

At the same time, several beams of light shot into the sky from within Thermopylae, shattering all the magic barriers. The earth trembled and roared violently, and elegant figures were galloping in from the sky!

Chapter 193 Cuteness is Justice, Adorability is Invincible

Susa, the capital of the Persian Empire.

The colorful light curtain that descended from the dome flickered and shattered, the shimmering Persian divine patterns gradually dimming until they weakened and disintegrated back into pure ether that dissipated.

The once majestic inner and outer city walls have collapsed, creating a gap a hundred meters long, exposing the city's soft interior to the wilderness.

Inside the city, thick smoke billowed into the sky, and to the Persians, it was a scene of utter devastation.

On the ground, the small, barely organized army of undead and palace guards collapsed at the first touch when faced with the onslaught of the Amazonian warriors, utterly powerless to fight back.

The elite Roman legions followed closely behind, taking control of the main thoroughfares, suppressing the remaining troops, and then, in units of a hundred, spreading outwards to the surrounding areas, sweeping through the streets and alleys of Susa with overwhelming force, and taking complete control of the entire capital.

In the air, the legion of arcane mages that emerged from the astronomical observatory were immediately met with hundreds of ritualistic spells as soon as they ascended on flying carpets. Countless charred limbs and ashes from the burning corpses drifted and scattered from mid-air.

At this moment, elegant creatures flapping their wings filled the air!

With joyful and curious smiles on their faces, they chattered merrily, waving their wands and casually unleashing incredibly powerful spells, like dragonflies catching flies, knocking down spellcasters who tried to scatter and break through to seek help from surrounding cities.

The sky was painted in vibrant colors, and the surging torrent of ether completely annihilated the genie lamps that the sorcerers were so proud of.

Immediately afterwards, the astrological platform changed hands, and the collapsed magic barrier rose again.

This time, however, the entire capital was locked down from the inside out, isolated into an insurmountable prison of despair.

The priestesses and priests, stubbornly resisting, fully activated the Pantheon's defensive spells, attempting to rely on the divine power accumulated over thousands of years to make a desperate last stand.

"boom!"

However, a hairy claw descended from the sky, causing the temple to collapse in pieces. The furry creature clinging to the wall, though gentle and soft in appearance, caused the witches and priests to collapse to the ground, trembling, and recalling their awe and fear of the gods.

Boom!

Amidst the earth's muffled rhythm, countless lush branches and flowers sprouted from the soil, their incredible vitality pushing aside the walls covered with Persian divine patterns, dismantling the temple piece by piece.

Click...

On the high platform, the statues of Mithra, the god of light, and Ahura, the lord of wisdom, had their last trace of divine power worn away. Like clay figures eroded by heavy rain, they crumbled and broke apart, and a large amount of lush greenery spread and grew from the hollowed-out abdomens, quickly covering the remaining temple.

The ever-burning sacred flame, after being constantly enveloped and swirling for a moment, eventually turned into wisps of blue smoke.

Persia is finished...

The elderly high priest slumped to the ground, while the priests and priestesses, as if they had lost their souls, huddled in a corner in despair, with no will to resist, and surrendered without resistance.

On the steps entwined with vines, Queen Boudica of the Celts, dressed in full armor, jumped down from her chariot and stood on the remaining base. With her hand on her sword, she looked down at the gradually collapsing city. Her tense heartstrings slowly relaxed, and she exhaled a sigh of relief.

The old order has collapsed, and a new kingdom is rising!