Eternal Empire of Madness!

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At this moment, the ancient serpent withdrew its hand and gazed longingly at the Cyrus the Great, who was swaying and rising amidst the billowing smoke and dust. It solemnly chanted three Lu runes, each representing a related meaning such as "water flow," "snowstorm," and "ice formation," and then combined and superimposed them.

Instantly, a strong sense of unease enveloped his heart, and the Persian King felt a chill run down his spine. He looked down and was shocked to see a hundred-meter-long ice-blue Sorcery Array at his feet.

At the same time, the etheric resonance spread out, and dense, dark clouds gathered from all directions. Amidst lightning and thunder, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and blizzards and whirlwinds merged into one, with icicles mixed in. As the wind pillars swept and slashed in all directions, frost covered the ground, and ice spikes emerged one after another. In the sky, countless ice spears condensed, falling like meteors, and struck at the desperate figures who were dodging.

The world Cyrus could see seemed to have become a frozen, frost-covered inferno.

Witness the creation of a Great Magic by combining the power of myself, Fenrir the giant wolf, and Skadi!

Its name is Fimbulb!

The ancient serpent, watching Cyrus's movements slow down amidst the snowstorm and his injuries worsen, grinned maliciously.

[Fimbourne] is a significant event in the early history of the Norse Age of Gods, representing a harbinger of Twilight of the Gods.

During this period, the Nine Realms will experience three consecutive winters: the Winter of Wind, the Winter of Sword, and the Winter of Wolves. During this time, ice and snow will blow in from all directions, plunging the Nine Realms into darkness, causing Order Collapse, countless wars to break out, brothers to kill each other, and countless lives to be lost.

However, thanks to Samael's intervention, this ominous disaster naturally did not occur.

However, due to some kind of wicked sense of humor, the Ancient Serpent secretly created this kind of regional Great Magic, simulating an apocalyptic catastrophe, with Skadi and Fenrir, and named it after it.

At the same time, Samael slowly raised his Cross Spear, gathering magical power, preparing for the thunderous blow that would annihilate Cyrus the Great.

Trapped in the blizzard, Cyrus the Great saw the blazing flames of the cross rising fiercely ahead. He was immediately terrified and, without sparing any magic, called upon the Divine Name Lord of Light, Tontra, forcibly unleashing his divine power.

In an instant, the sun's rays exploded, tearing a gap in the blizzard. He immediately broke free of his restraints, slipped out in a disheveled state, and roared fiercely.

"Hassan Sabah, what are you waiting for! Make your move!"

Interspersed with divine roars, like thunder rumbling across the sky, it echoed throughout half of Rome.

Hassan al-Sabah, the first Old Man of the Mountain the Assassins' Order! It was him!

No wonder...

At that moment, Samael suddenly realized something, looked up at the half-collapsed Pantheon, his gaze locked on the dark figure wearing a black cloak and a skull-shaped bone mask, a complex expression appearing in his eyes.

All the Assassins' Order, including the former leaders, including the Hassan, looked up at Palatine Hill, searching for their leader.

"I am an assassin, not an executioner; the Evening Bell tolls only once..."

At this moment, a deep, ethereal sound, like the wind in a secluded valley, drifted over.

The old man in the mountain leaned on his short sword, bowed slightly towards the foot of the mountain, and then his body dissipated like smoke and mist, fading into nothingness along with the lingering echo of his words.

Seeing that the assassin he had relied on as a powerful ally had actually left the scene, Cyrus the Great, and his own camp was also thrown into a state of astonishment and uproar.

Samael was the first to gather his thoughts, his eyes narrowed immediately, and his body, like a giant bow, drew back in an exaggerated arc, unleashing a flaming cross Cross Spear, which he launched towards Cyrus with overwhelming force.

"The Book of Destiny, a divine revelation!"

At the critical moment, sensing the threat of death, the Persian King immediately gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, his forehead veins bulged, and roared angrily.

In an instant, a large book with an ancient design and images of two gods of good and evil engraved on its front and back flew out from Cyrus's chest, activating a golden Sorcery Array. The pages flipped rapidly, and golden characters peeled off and danced, coalescing into a burst of leaping, burning golden flames.

In an instant, it was as if the first ray of light from the birth of the world descended, an extreme, blazing white light that washed away all the five senses and colors that the human body could perceive, leaving a brief blank in consciousness.

As the people of Rome came to their senses, the pale, dark world gradually regained its color and sound.

But Cyrus the Great in the square and the Persian heroes and soldiers in the streets had long since disappeared.

Samael threw his Cross Spear, pinning a page that looked like gold leaf to the ground; the trembling sound at the end of the page had not yet dissipated.

Cyrus! You bastard!

At this moment, Ramesses II saw that his ally had abandoned him and run away first. Under the malicious gazes of the crowd, he felt like he was being pricked by thorns. Without hesitation, he shook off Attila in front of him, waved his scepter, and unleashed his divine power.

Instantly, wisps of sand rose from the ground, spiraling upwards and enveloping Nitocris Cleopatra, and other Egyptian elites, teleporting them to the newly summoned Sun Ship.

The Pharaoh summoned two Hot Sand Sphinx to cover his retreat, then frantically poured in magical power. The Sun Ship, at full speed, vanished into the clouds amidst a surging Aether Light Flow.

Samael's eyes, Cross Star Pupils in the sky, opened and closed as he gazed into the distance at the receding Sun Ship and the ravaged city of Rome. His gaze flickered, and he turned to focus on the Xiongnu King was hovering in the air, holding a seven-colored greatsword.

"I promised you, and I did it..."

"Um..."

"Next time we meet, we'll be enemies!"

I will try my best to make you my friend...

The ancient serpent smiled and responded earnestly, but Attila remained unmoved. The light of the God of War sword in his hand faded, and he immediately spread his wings and flew towards the outskirts of Rome.

When Rome, having survived the ravages of war, finally fell silent, Samael breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the front of the square.

Clang...

As the flames faded, the Cross Spear was pulled out with one hand, and Samael also picked up the page with the gold foil-like markings left behind, examining it with a frown.

Another Authority of Destiny?!

It gives me a sense of déjà vu, and I'm always annoyed!

For a moment, Samael's thoughts were in turmoil. He was overwhelmed by the various intertwined clues and the current chaotic situation. Then, the ancient serpent glanced at the half-collapsed Pantheon, its gaze deep and unfathomable.

Tsk, I wonder if that old friend's retreat was intentional or unintentional.

But how could a dignified old man like Cyrus obey orders and even help this great emperor assassinate Divine Ancestor Romulus?

Wait, Romulus!

Just then, Samael suddenly realized what was happening, and immediately pulled up Nero, who had been placed aside, and, surrounded by Boudica and Brunhilde, quickly ascended the Great Altar.

In an instant, the Roman Emperor, one dead and three wounded, led the reinforcements from the great clans and arrived late. With sorrowful expressions, they gathered before the Pantheon, casting their last glimmer of hope and expectation upon the god who had brought them down.

However, the moment they made contact, Samael's heart sank to the bottom, and he lowered his arms, shaking his head helplessly.

With his divine core shattered and his body collapsing, Romulus was clinging to life by sheer willpower and was beyond saving.

Moreover, Samael was unfamiliar with the Roman technology of creating artificial gods and was truly helpless.

Finally, all hope was cruelly extinguished, and Rome was filled with cries of sorrow, permeated with an atmosphere of despondency and confusion.

Amidst the dull thud of the gun barrel, Romulus emitted a low, guttural sound.

"Romans, lift your heads high and stand tall! Even if I die, Rome will live on forever!"

The Roman citizens wiped away their tears, but could not erase the sorrow from their faces.

At that moment, Romulus turned to look at Nero, who was being led there by Samael, his gaze softening.

"Nero, how lovely, how beautiful, how radiant, child, come, come closer. Past, present, and future, all of Rome loves you."

Behold, I, Rome, am here right now.

From this moment forward, it's in your hands! Support the future of Rome with those slender wrists.

We, the Roman roses, Rose Emperor the rose world!