Pockmarks Aren't Pockmarks, They're Pits! 2/2

Chryseis Marsh.

Under the shade of the trees, Tina tiptoed, grabbed a ripe fig, and was about to put it in her mouth.

"Don't move yet, we need to peel the skin."

With a light laugh, Samael flicked the smooth forehead of the Young Goddess Form with his finger, patiently taking the purplish-red fig and peeling it after softening it.

After waiting a moment, Tina finally got to eat the fruit. She grabbed Samael's outstretched wrist, swallowed it whole, and looked longingly at the person who had fed her.

"I'm sorry, I'll keep looking, I'll keep looking."

Samael patted Tina's head helplessly, picked dozens of figs from nearby, placed them in banana leaves, and peeled and fed the divine body as he walked.

As a hint of mockery flashed in the ancient snake's eyes, he tossed or flicked the fig pulp in his hand at varying angles.

Tina's Cross Star Pupils were fixed on the food. She would jump or crouch down, catching the food as precisely as a frisbee or a puppy, and swallowing it steadily into her mouth.

Watching the adorable figure twirling and jumping around him, Samael was suddenly struck by a rebellious thought.

So, would you call this... discipline?

"Awoo!"

Just as the rebellious son was lost in his daydreams, Tina grabbed his arm and swallowed the last fig in his hand.

Furthermore, the goddess's delicate pink tongue lingered as she licked the ancient snake's palm, which was still wet with juice, bringing a tingling, numb sensation.

Samael was captivated, staring at the fingers that had been sucked clean and the pink tongue that was licking and scraping them. His face flushed red and his steps became unsteady.

Once she was sure she couldn't squeeze out any more juice, Tina reluctantly released the ancient snake's fingers, rubbing her round little belly with a look of contentment on her pretty face.

The intense feeling of fullness left this well-fed goddess with dazed eyes, yawning, and somewhat drowsy.

Similarly, Samael, standing nearby, was also infected by the yawn and began to miss the comfortable soft sleeper at home.

Hmm, there were too many side dishes, I'm a bit stuffed.

Of course, the food that entered my stomach last night was not fruit or meat, but truly divine and Spirit Core.

For the past decade, everything has been progressing steadily as Samael had envisioned.

The gods of Mount Olympus and Mount Othrys fought during the day and rested at night, while he and Tina worked day and night, cleaning up the battlefield and recovering the divinity and Spirit Core from the corpses.

In any case, one of them is the Origin God's alt form, and the other possesses the Beast's Authority, from which the Primordial Serpent can supplement the Spirit Origin Diagram.

Those things that might affect the purity of bloodline and impure divinity are easily digested by them.

In just a few years, by taking advantage of the chaos, the two of them made rapid progress in their strength, advancing from lower-level gods to middle-level gods.

However, Samael's unpredictable fate and Divinity of Destiny, and Tina's extraordinary origin rank, meant that even when facing groups of lower-ranking gods, the two of them could only slaughter them indiscriminately.

During this period, they even joined forces to kill several high-ranking gods for a feast.

The higher-level gods are almost at the peak of the degraded bloodline advancement. The higher the level, the more qualitative changes occur in the Dominion Authority, and they are not so easy to deal with.

Overall, Samael and Tina are now capable of roaming freely in half of the Chryseis Marsh, possessing the corresponding self-defense capabilities.

Of course, out of caution, the Ancient Serpent still chose to fire and move on, and basically did not stay in one fixed battlefield for long.

Each time, they would sneak out under the cover of night and with the Divinity of Destiny, eat and drink their fill, then retreat to their Chryseis Marsh to sleep and digest.

As long as the few remaining evil spirits don't cause trouble, their lives are quite comfortable and fulfilling.

Just as Samael and Tina were feeling sleepy and preparing to go home for a nap and to digest their food, Daphne, who was leading her Nymph friends to search for them, saw the two of them and her eyes lit up. She immediately flapped her wings and surrounded them.

"Quickly, Samael, you have to help me this time!"

The little girl, without saying a word, grabbed the ancient snake's hand and dragged it home.

"What's wrong now? Did you doodle on those parchment scrolls in Astraea and play some kind of prank?"

"No!"

"Could it be that you ruined some nymph Nymph, and some uncle or elder came to complain to your door?"

"How could that be! I've been super well-behaved lately!"

"First of all, I won't plead for you about throwing away your books and abandoning the exam."

"I've already been beaten up, who needs your pleading!"

Faced with Samael's suspicious and persistent questioning, Daphne, dressed in black, shook her head repeatedly.

The girl was eventually asked so hard her head ached, and she immediately revealed the catastrophic trouble she was facing.

"My aunt and cousin said something, and their faces turned ugly; they almost started arguing!"

"Go find your dad to mediate the fight."

"Ever since my cousin started living here, my dad ran away, and I haven't seen him for several years..."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"My cousin listens to you the most..."

"No way! Your cousin isn't necessarily at a disadvantage."

"That's my home! If even you don't help, they'll start fighting and my home will be gone! You can't be a bad friend!"

Looking at Daphne, who was crying and clinging to him and refusing to let go, the ancient snake's lips twitched slightly, and his face darkened.

In the end, after the little Nymph's persistent pleading and pleas, and Tina's tugging at her clothes and her starry eyes as she begged, Samael had no choice but to give in.

And so, a Chryseis Marsh, surrounded by a group of Nymph, strode confidently toward the hut not far ahead.

However, the moment Daphne stepped inside, she was dumbfounded.

Surprisingly, there was no sign of tension inside the room. The two goddesses, who had previously been arguing fiercely, were now sitting peacefully in front of the rattan chairs, drinking tea and playing chess, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

"Daphne, what's going on?"

Across from her, a goddess with long, flowing silver hair and deep purple eyes, picked up a chess piece. Qi turned to look at the noisy entrance.

"Oh, this is Samael. He came to visit today and specifically to see his cousin Astraea."

"By the way, you guys are playing Animal Chess, and he's the one who suggested it. Anyway, this guy is really good!"

The Nymphs immediately stepped aside, making way for the ancient serpent guarding the center. She chuckled dryly, turned around, left a perfunctory remark, and flapped her wings to escape through the gap.

"Cousin Astraea, and Aunt Metis, you two chat first, I'll go pick some mushrooms to prepare lunch!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of flying Nymph shrank their bodies and scattered like dragonflies.

When Samael turned around, there was no one behind him. Even Tina, who was waiting outside the door, had been dragged into the jungle by this group of disloyal little brats.

Wait, that brat just said her name.

Aunt Metis? Metis, Goddess of Wisdom! Isn't that Zeus's Queen of Gods and Athena's mother?

The ancient snake felt a chill run down its spine and cautiously moved backward, preparing to make a silent escape.

Nonsense! Why would they come here to join the fun if they didn't run away?

Not to mention that he and Tina were nocturnal, treating a large group of low- and mid-level gods and monsters from both factions as snacks, and had a criminal record.

Moreover, these two big shots are, one is a Titan god from Mount Othrys, and the other is a strategist from Mount Olympus.

Any topic that could spark their debate is obviously a big problem; listening to it too much might get you silenced.

However, as soon as Samael moved, the Queen of Gods of Olympus, holding a chess piece, turned her head with a half-smile.

"Since we have guests, please come in and sit down. I'm not very familiar with this kind of game yet, so I need a teacher who knows the Rules."