Despicable Outsiders 3/3

At the end, the Amazon Queen became solemn and Zheng asked her questions.

"Sir, I have a question, please answer it for me."

"Explain..."

"What is your true purpose in doing all this for the Amazons?"

"Let innocent children grow up surrounded by love as much as possible. If you really have to ask about the purpose, then this is it."

Samael recalled a Huntress appeared strong and confident on the outside but was fragile and soft on the inside, smiled slightly, and gave his answer.

In an instant, he remembered the old soldier who had reminded him at the city gate, and a smile spread across his face.

In addition, bringing back those arrested men can be seen as a way of giving back to the world's kindness.

At this moment, the Amazon Queen raised her sword and swore an oath, and stated her demands.

"I will keep my promise, but you also need to promise to continue to answer my questions and improve the plan after you finish your urgent business."

Samael couldn't help but feel annoyed and made a light mocking remark.

"Even you nine sisters have become my prisoners. I could easily exchange you for those seedlings. Now you're clinging to me. You're too greedy."

Upon hearing this, the Amazon Queen looked embarrassed and, after thinking for a moment, brought up the old matter again.

"I'm sorry, this concerns the continuation of Amazon, so I have to do it. But as compensation, I am still your spoils."

Samael quickly shook his head, politely declining the offer.

"No thanks, we can't afford that. If you want something in return, I think that belt is quite nice. Let's use that as payment for future lessons."

"No problem."

Hippolyta nodded without hesitation, casually unfastened the War God's Belt, and handed it to Samael.

She was never one to covet divine objects. According to legend, Heracles' ninth trial was to obtain Hippolyta's Armor of War and present it to Atmetatha, the daughter of his cousin, King Eurystheus.

The Amazon Queen at the time sympathized with the Great Hero's plight and admired his strength, so she readily agreed to offer him the belt in the hope that he and his companion would leave the Amazon.

However, just as Hippolyta was about to present the Belt of Ares, the Amazons, misled by rumors, mistakenly believed that their Queen had been kidnapped and coerced. As a result, they rallied and attacked Heracles and his companions.

In the midst of the chaos, Heracles launched a counterattack, brutally killing seven or eight of the nine Amazon sisters. In the end, Hippolyta intervened, humiliatingly spitting out the Armor of Ares to save the last captured sister.

But from then on, the two sides became mortal enemies.

Furthermore, Queen Hippolyta was later abducted by King of Athens Theseus of Athens and died in a conflict, which completely shattered the ties between the Amazons and Greece.

Therefore, for a long time to come, these brave and skilled women fought desperately against the Greek city-states.

During the Trojan War, the Amazons, led by their new Queen Penthesilea, joined the Trojan camp without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Penthesilea encountered the invincible Achilles and died on the battlefield. This was the end for Hippolyta and her sisters.

Now that this thing that has sown the seeds of Amazon's destruction has fallen into his hands ahead of time, the fate of these women may be different.

As Samael was deep in thought, when he took the [War God's Belt], his expression suddenly changed drastically. He grabbed Hippolyta's arm and pulled her behind him with lightning speed.

"Bang!"

At the same time, a Golden Stream plummeted from above the canyon, piercing the night sky and embedding itself completely in the rocky ground. The explosive power it unleashed caused the surrounding land to churn and shatter like waves.

Samael, pulling Hippolyta, dodged the impact, retreated swiftly, and landed lightly on a gentle slope.

"Sisters, it was these two despicable outsiders who kidnapped the Queen! Kill them!"

However, before Samael could even get his footing, a woman with long, slender, fair arms, golden hair styled in a bun, and an elegant demeanor shot him over, shouting angrily.

"Wait! This is a misunderstanding. They mean no harm and can help us Amazons out of our predicament."

Hippolyta instinctively stepped forward to respond.

"O oh man, once again men want to dominate us women! They want to ride on our heads and take away even our last piece of pure land. It must be these evil spirits who have bewitched the Queen! For the sake of the Amazon, they must die!"

A graceful woman with fair arms and a full figure immediately raised her voice in condemnation.

At her urging, the canyon floor teemed with people, and one Amazon Warrior after another emerged, their eyes bloodshot and filled with fury. They charged down like waves, firing javelins and unleashing arrows to deliver a brutal attack.

Samael raised his hand and summoned the Medusa Shield. While using the recessed part of the mountain and the artifact in his hand to block the stray arrows, he turned to Hippolyta and questioned her coldly.

"Didn't you say there were only nine of you sisters? How come so many Amazons have suddenly appeared?"

The Amazon Queen, upon hearing the sound of the erhu, awoke from her dream, and her imposing presence weakened.

"There's one last batch waiting at the port, waiting for us to board..."

Clearly, Hippolyta's previous openness did not reveal everything; she still held back some information.

Samael's brow furrowed, his face grim.

"Please allow me to persuade them that this is just a misunderstanding."

Hippolyta looked embarrassed, fearing that the man who could help Amazons out of their predicament might go on strike and turn against them.

But as soon as she appeared, before she could even speak, a barrage of arrows and javelins rained down on her, wave after wave, incredibly dense.

These women, who worshipped Ares, the god of war, all had bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on their foreheads. They gritted their teeth and cursed and roared, like a group of She-wolf smelling blood.

How so?

Having been pulled back from the brink of death, Hippolyta, now sheltered under Medusa's shield, stared blankly, muttering in disbelief.

"Can't you see? They've gone mad. They won't stop until they've killed us all, including you."

Samael gloated, his face showing sarcasm as he snorted.

However, just as he met Heracles's gaze and was about to plan his charge into the canyon to tear a gash, Hippolyta grabbed his arm tightly, the Queen a mixture of pleading and entreaty.

"The blood of Ares in our veins does have some negative effects, but it will never turn us into this kind of madness for no reason. Please do not kill my sisters."

Samael glanced at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, his attitude softened slightly, and he asked with a playful tone.

"I helped you again, so what's your bargaining chip?"

"Myself..."

Upon hearing this, Samael raised an eyebrow, his expression turning cold and hard.

"... and the entire Amazonian tribe!"

Seeing that Heracles was about to charge up the cliff amidst a hail of arrows and javelins and wreak havoc, Hippolyta closed her eyes with a pale face and uttered a difficult-to-understand phrase.

Hmm, that's starting to get interesting.

Samael nodded in satisfaction, then immediately raised the Medusa Shield and slammed it hard against the mountain. The rhythmic Earth Authority caused the precipitous peak to shake violently, and cracks spread everywhere.

Just as the Amazons were in a flurry of activity, the ancient serpent immediately summoned its mount and pulled Hippolyta sideways onto its back.

As Pegasus spread his wings and broke through the sparse barrage of arrows, soaring into the sky, Samael didn't forget to turn back and roar at the dutiful demigod bodyguard.

"Heracles, retreat!"

Hercules immediately grabbed a protruding rock, leaped into the air, and then, with a roar, his feet slammed onto the rock face. At a nearly 90-degree angle, defying gravity, he ran wildly toward Samael and his companion who had retreated earlier. The place where he landed reverberated and cracked, creating a dense, spiderweb-like pattern of fissures all around the mountain.

The surging divine power and fierce winds deflected the javelins and arrows that were about to strike him. Heracles, who could only be vaguely seen as a blur of light and shadow, ran dozens of miles away in the blink of an eye at an exaggerated speed, leaving an Amazons boiling blood was gradually cooling down, dumbfounded on the ground.