Themis, Time to Check Your Homework

The third line of defense, in the distant valleys, was filled with a chilling and stagnant atmosphere, as if an invisible sword were piercing through the sky.

Birds and sparrows nearby took flight in fright, hesitant to return to their nests for a long time. Insects, ants, bees, and butterflies on the ground trembled and crawled about, not daring to make the slightest sound. The entire forest was solemn and deathly silent.

Looking down from the mountaintop, the Typhon's Offspring and the monsters summoned by the Earth Authority lay obediently in the grass or forest.

"Raise your hand."

"Ugh..."

"Stop drooling."

"Woof..."

"Roll over and expose your soft belly flesh."

"Awoo..."

"Hmm, lower your head."

"Hiss..."

As the two figures walked along the path, the usually ferocious and Typhon monsters and beasts became like docile livestock. In front of a certain black demon, the soul-powerful pressure made them obediently let themselves be petted and trained, and obediently lower their pride and act cute.

"Your Beast's Authority and dominance seem to have increased considerably."

On the gentle slope, Medusa glanced back at the valley forest, where even the monsters and gods dared not breathe too loudly. She then turned to look at Samael beside her, feeling quite emotional.

"That's because these kids are too weak. The few decent ones are all ones I've trained from a young age."

Samael didn't answer, but raised his hand to look at the lines on his palm, feeling inexplicably listless.

In the Battle of Typhon, any gods or monsters with even a modicum of power were wiped out by the Olympian Gods. Even Demon Ancestor Typhon, was reduced to Divine Seal Puppet of Zeus. The glory of the gods and monsters had long since vanished.

The cobbled-together army of monsters before us is merely for show; most of them are cannon fodder.

After this battle, I doubt many will survive.

"Samael, will we win?"

Medusa looked beyond the light screen at the swarming, chaotic monsters that were relentlessly attacking the defensive barrier, and at the giant cocoon that seemed to be hatching in the Stormy Sea Region. Her brows furrowed, and she was filled with worry.

"Yes!"

Samael raised his hand and pressed it against Medusa's fragrant shoulder, his tone resolute.

Then, the ancient serpent smiled and mysteriously placed something with a slightly cool touch into Medusa's hand.

"Anna, during our rest period, there's something I need you to do."

By the time the goddess realized what was happening, Samael's figure had already faded into the distance and disappeared into the twilight.

Medusa opened her palms and gazed down intently.

A black scale engraved with a wedge-shaped symbol emitted a faint glow.

A moment later, outside the countermeasures camp.

Inspection complete, time to get back to work!

Samael relaxed a little, stretched, and lifted the curtain, preparing to get into work mode. But he couldn't help but see a graceful and elegant figure in a white gauze dress already taking over from him, handling administrative affairs and maintaining the camp's operation.

The ancient snake quietly approached, gently placing its hand on the slightly stiff, fragrant shoulder, kneading and smoothing along the meridians to relieve the fatigue of the newly appointed government official.

"You're back?"

"Um..."

"How is the situation?"

"The situation is not optimistic, but they are not entirely without a chance of winning..."

"Don't worry, there will be a way."

The Goddess of Justice gently held her lover's arm and softly comforted him.

Samael reached out and picked up the white veil that had been removed from the table and placed aside. He glanced at the Goddess of Justice, who was focused on handling trivial matters, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Themis seems to be wearing this for less and less time.

"What's wrong? Still worried about the upcoming battle?"

After finishing a task, the Goddess of Justice noticed that Samael was lost in thought and looked up to ask him with concern.

The ancient snake gently shook its head and smiled bitterly.

"No, I was just thinking, what would have happened if I had never been to Greece?"

"That would be an irreparable deficiency in Greek law and order! It would be an immense tragedy for the advancement of justice!"

Themis answered without hesitation, her expression solemn and utterly serious.

"Don't make that kind of assumption in the future!"

Samael was stunned. When his gaze fell upon the Goddess of Justice's tense face and slightly reproachful eyes, the melancholy that had been weighing on his heart vanished instantly, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and laugh heartily.

"Assuming, yes, just assuming! Remember to organize our transcripts and rebuttals as soon as possible; these are valuable case law materials..."

"These cases aren't enough to perfect the overall legal framework. Let's work on it together once the battle is over. This matter can't be done without you, teacher..."

Themis's expression softened slightly as she reviewed the documents, casually calling out a name filled with memories.

"Teacher, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten when I was supposed to take responsibility and check your memorization of the legal provisions."

Upon hearing this, Samael raised his hand to stroke his chin, looked the female judge up and down with a mocking smile.

Themis instantly, her cheeks flushing red.

The fact that some scoundrel had such a vile habit of blaspheming the law was still a bit too much for her to handle.

"Stop fooling around. Sisyphus has obtained a large number of Divine Construct Weapon from Mount Etna, where Hephaestus is located. He needs your spatial powers to transport them to the barracks and distribute them to the front-line troops as soon as possible. Go and deal with that matter. Leave this to me."

The Goddess of Justice pulled a parchment from the document and handed it to Samael, assigning it a new task to a certain outlaw.

Since the judge had given the order, the ancient snake had no choice but to give up this rare moment of tenderness and head to the garrison camp to monitor the movements of the Stormy Sea Region.

As the figure inside the tent disappeared from sight, Themis paused her writing, raised her hand to touch the white veil covering the eyes in front of the table, and her eyes were filled with deep worry.

This time, even he isn't confident?

Frontline barracks.

After Samael arrived, he stood in the open space, used his spatial powers to contact the Mount Etna foundry, and transported the various swords, shields, spears, javelins, armor, and bows and arrows that Hephaestus had prepared to the plaza.

Under Athena's guidance, the soldiers systematically upgraded their equipment, and everyone who received the Divine Construct beamed with joy.

On the battlefield, nothing is more reliable than these. Even after retirement, these items can be passed down as family heirlooms, preserved through generations, and are considered priceless medals of honor.

"Dad, what brings you here? How's your recovery going?"

"It's alright, probably around seven or eight tenths."

"By the way, have you come up with any way to break this deadlock?"

After dealing with the trivial matters at hand, Athena, dressed in full armor and carrying a shield, walked over.

Samael climbed the city wall, looked out at the terrifying foreign enemies on the Peloponnese Peninsula and near the Oceanus, and shook his head helplessly.

"If it were that easy to cure, how about you?"

"These White Colossal Titan' ability to create minions is terrifying. We are already outnumbered, and they are constantly evolving. Unless we can find the weakness of three Star-Seeded Soldiers and kill them in one blow, and then wipe out these minions, I really can't think of a better way."

"You saw it in the previous battle. This thing is almost immortal. We attacked every part of its body, and no matter how many pieces it broke into, it could reassemble itself. So where exactly is its weakness?"

"Is it possible that their weakness isn't in their bodies?"

Athena gazed at the vast sea, frowning and murmuring to herself. Samael's expression shifted, as if he had grasped a key point.

Before the ancient serpent could ponder further, it altered the terrain on its flanks, forming a mountain barrier. A sharp, piercing sound emanated from the barrier, and a green arrow of light exploded brilliantly in mid-air.

Warning signal!

No way! The Colossal Titan has outflanked us from the flank!

Samael and Athena exchanged a glance and immediately summoned their mobile forces to intercept them at the Dunlin Mountain Range on their flank.