A Species Even Worse Than Samael

Seeing Samael's resolute mind and unwavering gaze, Boudica nodded slightly and remained silent, choosing to trust him.

That being said, in reality, let alone quickly sweeping through Persia, even the ancient serpent was unsure whether the eastern defense line could withstand the first wave of attacks from tens of thousands of the Undying Army and the Meteor Legion.

Indeed, as a god, once he enters the battlefield, he can immediately turn the tide and even, with a little time, slaughter tens of thousands of the Undying Army.

However, in this war game led by humans, certain Rules must be followed.

For a country, deities are equivalent to strategic nuclear weapons and are often used as a deterrent.

For example, in the shocking upheaval at the Great Altar today, very few ordinary people actually died in the battle between the gods; on the contrary, it was the Meteor Legion and the Assassins' Order who caused the major casualties.

Therefore, even if such strategic nuclear weapons are displayed, they are intended to be used to counterbalance adversaries of equal strength, and cannot be easily used to kill ordinary soldiers on a large scale.

Otherwise, an unrestrained deity would be a terrible natural disaster for both the enemy and one's own side.

If it were to degenerate into a killing contest, the rate of human reproduction and the current number of humans might not be enough for the two gods to kill each other.

At that moment, he did consider flipping the table.

However, the problem is that we only have one god on our side, while the other side has three.

If he were to attack the Undying Army, Samael was certain that the very next day he would hear news of the Pantheon and the entire city of Rome taking to the skies.

If you don't follow the rules, the other side can be even more unruly.

Besides, Cyrus could easily defeat one Cyrus, but who knows if slaughtering the Undying Army and the Meteor Legion would attract a large number of Persian Gods to personally descend upon him.

In addition, there was a question that worried him the most: were the Persian Gods really behind Cyrus?

Besides, he is both a god and a man; he is not a ruthless executioner. Slaughtering more than 100,000 people with his own hands is not an easy thing to get over, both in terms of action and psychology. Not to mention that this might be a trap that will not help him and is waiting for him to take the bait.

In short, strategic nuclear weapons only have a deterrent effect before they are detonated.

If it really explodes, it will only drag the other side down with them.

His options were either to find Cyrus beforehand and kill him on the spot, thus causing internal strife in Persia, or to defeat the Persian army in a fair and square manner, thus deterring both the northern and southern fronts.

But no matter which path he chose, he refused to take it.

Compared to Cyrus, who was well-prepared and had blindly ventured into the sinister land of Mesopotamia, the latter was far more reliable.

Unfortunately, the Third Iliad War trapped his Viking Fleet in Greece; otherwise, he could have used this opportunity to break the deadlock.

After considering it all, Samael still had no clue.

Sigh, things happened so suddenly, we weren't prepared at all, we can only take it one step at a time and figure out a way to adapt to the situation.

The ancient serpent's thoughts raced, and he sighed inwardly. With one hand, he rubbed his throbbing temples, while with the other, he repeatedly deduced the course of the battle on the sand table.

"I'm returning to Britain to prepare for war. Take care of yourself..."

At this moment, Boudica, standing in the courtyard, saw that Samael had fallen into deep thought again, and turned to leave.

"Etc!"

"What's wrong?"

The Victory Queen heard the call, stopped, and turned to look at her old friend.

"I suddenly remembered there's something else I need you to do..."

"Yes, I'm listening."

"..."

Samael tapped his fingertips on the Britain Isles, his eyes gleaming, and after a moment of hesitation, he looked at Boudica and began to ponder.

"Send people to search for Avalon Island, and the Six Fae Clans Wind, Earth, Fang, Wing, Mirror, and Rain that are said to exist in Britain. If you find any news, do not take any action rashly, and report to me immediately!"

"Avalon Island... the Fae Clans?"

Boudica paused for a moment, her face blank, clearly not familiar with this so-called term.

"Your local Druidic Order might have some relevant records. Go back and try your best. There's no rush. Just do your best..."

Samael hesitated for a moment before giving a vague response. The Victory Queen did not ask any further questions, but nodded seriously, repeatedly pondering the two words uttered by the ancient serpent, clearly keeping the matter in mind.

"Old friend, take care on your journey..."

A moment later, Samael rose and led Boudica onto the Dragon Beast kept by the Pantheon, watching her ride her mount into the clouds and gradually disappear into the dark sky.

In the biting wind, the ancient serpent stood motionless for a while, its expression, reflected in the moonlight, somewhat uncertain.

To be honest, he didn't want Boudica to search for the legendary island of Avalon and deal with these so-called fairies.

Fairies are a real species with an innate affinity for self-expression, which is why they are closely associated with the Druidic Order, which reveres self-expression. A certain White-Haired Succubus who is Great Sage of the Druidic Order is a hybrid of human and fairy.

They belong to the same Phantasmal Species as dragons, possessing great strength and long lifespans.

Legend has it that many pranks committed by fairies have occurred in the Scotland area. Some of the more well-known examples include taking children into the forest for a week, replacing human babies with fairy children, and placing rabbit corpses at the doorsteps of human homes.

In these seemingly unrelated pranks, one can discern some common traits among fairies.

They have no concept of gain or loss; they only do things for fun, not for any result afterward.

Fairies admire beauty, love popular things, and believe in the meaning of pleasure, but they are easily bored. Like a swarm of noisy bees and butterflies, they will constantly search for "flower stamens" that interest them, and once they have sucked all the juice out of them, they will scatter.

They can enjoy good purely and innocently, and human notions of good and evil do not apply to them.

Take Merlin, for example. He lives by consuming human dreams and enjoys listening to human stories and admiring the patterns woven from human destinies during his travels.

No matter how tragic the fate of the observed, Merlin rarely intervened. Most of the time, he simply observed with interest from the perspective of an outsider, lacking the necessary empathy.

However, perhaps because this guy still had half human blood, when he pushed the swordswoman he had raised to the throne of Britain, and witnessed the King of Knights named Artoria's Knights of the Round Table fall apart and the country be lost, and the child was also walking step by step toward the end of her fate at Camlann Hill, the so-called "having fun" actually made him feel an indelible sense of guilt. So this half-demon locked himself in a high tower, forever isolated, and carried out a prisoner-like punishment.

If Merlin were a pure-blooded fairy, even if she saw Artoria die before her eyes, "she" would most likely squat down with great interest and watch Artoria breathe her last. (Note: Easter egg, guess for yourself.)

In short, if I had to describe most fairies in one word, it would be "scum"!

This level of despicable behavior even puts Samael, who is often inhuman, to shame.

Samael really didn't want to deal with this little bastard unless absolutely necessary.

However, the progenitor of the Six Fae Clans is closely connected with a certain major event. Although history has changed, it is still best to make preparations just in case.