Beat You Until You Can't Take Care of Yourself

"Lord of the Sun, Father of Flames, Mithra, I offer my prayer here, to witness my heart, my thoughts, and what I will accomplish, that the divine may cleanse impurities, that light may dispel darkness, and that protection may keep me from misfortune. — Divine Prayer!"

At the same time, amidst the rapid chanting, three arrows—one in front and two behind—burst through the air, carrying the flames of a burning golden sun.

Samael's eyes flashed with a sharp cross-shaped light pattern. He fired a shot, and the three arrows in mid-air, as powerful as cruise missiles, exploded one after another.

Within the clusters of flames, the pitch-black figure emerged unscathed, surrounded by dozens of shimmering runes that danced in a circular pattern.

As the spearhead swung forward, the intense vibrations caused the dozens of runes to become even more active and tremble, instantly transforming into shining stars that plummeted rapidly down from a certain point in the sky.

Not good!

Arash's pupils contracted sharply as he saw the flying runes heading towards his hiding place. He immediately began to leap and dart among the houses and streets.

In an instant, Yu Yu pursued the runes that had fallen from the aura of the Great Hero of Persia, causing them to explode and roar along the way, leaving Arash in a sorry state and unable to protect himself.

As this delay continued, Cyrus the Great regained his senses in the deep pit, immediately got up, smeared his golden greatsword with blood, and solemnly chanted.

"I am the strongest, and I hold the key to victory. I will crush the hostility of every enemy I face. I will..."

"Puff!"

However, before Cyrus the Great could finish his divine pronouncement and activate the divine power, Samael plummeted from the sky, his fiercely burning black Cross Spear crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.

Cyrus the Great acted decisively, stopping the chanting and raising his sword to parry. With incredible force, the moment they made contact, Cyrus the Great's body was crushed into several meters of earth and stone.

The Persian King Reverse Blood, and blood gushed from the wounds inflicted by the rubble; his spirits were broken.

Just as he was about to be crushed to pieces, at the critical moment, ten golden halos behind Cyrus the Great suddenly shone brightly.

The long and short golden "minute hand" and "hour hand" in the center represent the images of an Aries and a bull, respectively.

"Baa!"

In an instant, the mysterious power of Rules surged forth. The Aries was the first to raise its head and bleat, its breath weak, and many of its broken bones and torn tendons were healed in the blink of an eye at an incredible speed.

"Moo..."

Immediately afterwards, the bull lowered its head, pawing and roaring. Cyrus the Great was completely at a disadvantage, bulged his muscles and, with extraordinary strength, forcefully deflected the downward-pressing Cross Spear.

The divine nature of the [Bull] grants the user overwhelming Monstrous Strength that surpasses human limits, and strengthens the physical body.

Furthermore, the larger the opponent, the greater the increase in the Monstrous Strength.

Even so, the power of Cyrus, the Veleslavna the Persian God of War, could not, in terms of quality, reach the level of Samael.

You should know that what he was facing was the World Serpent, which possessed the "power of the world." In terms of pure strength alone, even Thor could not contend with the freakish Samael, let alone a mere human god.

Therefore, the enhancement granted by the [Bull] was only enough for Cyrus to barely cope with this monster in human skin.

Samael swept his arm across the ground, carving a hundred-meter-long trench beneath Cyrus the Great's feet. Cyrus staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

Before its opponent could catch its breath, the ancient snake, equally seizing every second, charged forward and launched a preemptive attack.

In an instant, the spear moved like a dragon, its thrusts and pierces seemingly restrained yet flowing smoothly. Each strike was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, capable of toppling a mountain peak. If Cyrus were to be careless, his divine core would shatter, his intestines would be ripped out, and he would die on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged no less than a hundred blows. Cyrus the Great had already depleted nearly half of his magic power and was also suffering from hidden injuries, retreated repeatedly, spraying blood from his bursting wounds with each step. The golden halo behind him was on the verge of shattering.

A prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat. Cyrus the Great off guard, had a piece of flesh torn open under his ribs by the small branch on the right side of the Cross Spear, which broke two ribs before violently whipping him away.

After smashing several sculptures on display in the square, the Persian King crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

However, just as the ancient serpent was about to press its advantage and strike, a blue, chubby creature tens of meters tall descended from the sky, sitting upright and crashing down on him.

"Roll!"

With a furrowed brow and a roar, Samael's body erupted with red and black Aether Light Flow, instantly melting the blue fat man with a hood and a waist that resembled wisps of smoke.

The wisp of smoke, which had been twisting and disintegrating, suddenly coalesced again, only now much paler in color. It angrily raised its paw to slap the enemy.

Court death!

Samael sneered, raised his hand, grabbed the monster's index finger, and with a sudden burst of strength, casually threw it over a thousand meters away.

This incongruous yet incredibly impactful scene makes one feel as if they are watching an ant lift up Hegemon King and throw it, experiencing the intense shock and contrast it brings.

After shaking off the blue, chewy creature, Samael turned back and stared ominously at a spot where Palatino had half collapsed.

Scheherazade, hiding behind the rubble, was terrified and nearly threw the magic lamp in his hand. The magic power he had just gathered suddenly went berserk and backfired, leaving the sorcerer even more helpless.

At that moment, Samael, sensing something, suddenly reached out and grasped at the valley of the dark-skinned beauty.

Click!

Like the sound of glass shattering, the space in front of Scheherazade shattered like broken glass, and dozens of swaying figures fell out, the leaders being the three Roman Emperor trapped in the Inherent Domain.

In the midst of this shocking turn of events, the Assassins' Order, including the Old Man of the Mountain and the sorcerer Scheherazade, had no time to spare and had to deal with their old adversary who was now close at hand and coming on strong.

Even though he had gotten rid of another problem, the series of Egyptian Sorcery and the giant Golden Cobra biting down made Samael feel irritable.

This is never going to end!

"Leg, Rune, in the name of the great god Ooze, grant me power!"

"By the goddess Andraste above, I swear an oath for myself, in the name of this sword, I call forth victory!"

At that moment, Brunhilde, riding her winged horse through the air, and Boudica, driving her chariot straight across the Great Wall, each stood in front of the two Female Pharaoh, Nitocris and Cleopatra, buying time for Samael.

The Centurion and the First Princess of Britain led their Celtic soldiers and druids, along with the regrouped Roman Soldier, to intercept the Meteor Legion and the Assassins' Order's harassment.

Forgot about your teammates? I have some too! I'll beat you until you can't even take care of yourself!

Seeing the disturbance cleared, Samael slapped his forehead, let out a relieved sigh, and his gaze sharpened.