Can You Spare a Thought for the Fish's Feelings?
In an instant, the earth trembled, and behind her, female warriors, each over two meters tall, with physiques as strong as cheetahs and clad in light armor, rode warhorses or ran on foot, crossing the sand dunes at similar speeds, sweeping in in a mighty and sweeping manner, raising clouds of dust wildly behind them.
Tens of thousands of Persian soldiers who remained on the high ground, along with more than three thousand Undying Army guarding Darius, were able to assemble on the southeastern flank.
However, the moment they made contact, with a casual sweep of the two-meter-long spears in the hands of these women, the front row of soldiers instantly fell like wheat under a sickle, with broken bones, torn muscles, and shattered internal organs.
The army formation of tens of thousands of people was breached in just a few breaths.
The Undying Army that arrived in time was also brutally cut in formation when faced with these women who were a head taller than them.
Their prized physique and regenerative abilities were easily torn apart by the claws of these female leopards.
Seeing that this group of women who had suddenly barged in were about to penetrate the heart of the army formation, the faces of the group of sorcerers changed drastically. They all activated their magic lamps, and the summoned fire spirit Ifrit, carrying waves of heat, swarmed forward.
Even the strongest physical body is no match for these energy beings composed of ether...
Puff puff puff puff!
Amidst the howling wind, streaks of blazing crimson light shot out, forcefully shattering Ifrit.
Divine runes! Divine blood!
These five thousand women are all... Divine Blood Warrior! And the nine leading women are beings whose bloodline purity is close to that of demigods!
A strong sense of absurdity welled up in the hearts of the Persians.
With the main force tied down by the Roman Legions, the number of troops left to guard Darius's triumphs was greatly reduced.
At this moment, the five thousand female warriors, their bodies shimmering with light patterns, converged into an overwhelming torrent, heading straight for Darius III atop the war elephant. This became the key to penetrating the enemy's heart, leaving a trail of destruction and defeat in their wake!
It's been a thousand years since we last saw them, and these women from the Amazon are even more formidable than the Pegasus Knights of Mount of Ares back then!
Samael's eyelids twitched as he looked at the five thousand Amazon Warrior who were like tigers among sheep.
Of course, the stronger it is, the more powerful it becomes.
After all this time, the last piece has finally been placed...
Samael's lips moved silently, and streaks of light quietly dispersed in all directions, merging into the air.
Then, the man narrowed his eyes, gazing intently at the chaotic Persian army, and continued to conceal his aura, patiently waiting, like a venomous snake lurking in the desert, blending into its surroundings and waiting for its prey.
At this moment, the Persian army, also at its limit, began to completely collapse under the onslaught of five thousand Divine Blood Warrior.
"I'll cover the rear! Protect His Majesty's retreat!"
General Memnon immediately pulled Darius III off the clearly visible war elephant and ordered the accompanying sorcerers and the remaining soldiers to protect the Persian prince and move into the valley to join forces with the Roman Legions.
He himself led three thousand Undying Army to cover the rear and face the oncoming Amazon Warrior.
In just a quarter of an hour, these elite Persians, who were so proud of their strength, were routed by the Amazon Warrior, who were superior in both number and quality, until they were swallowed up by the tide of the Persian army.
The mighty Amazon Warrior swept across the sand dunes and ravines like a pack of hunting lionesses, relentlessly tearing and chasing after their prey.
"Your Majesty, retreat! We have been defeated!"
The Arash the Great Hero immediately made a decision: to put Darius, who was grieving the death of his old general Memnon, onto Flying Carpet, and to split the army in two to save their own lives.
"The Great Khan has entrusted me with this heavy responsibility. This battle must be won; failure is not an option! If we fail, then let the gods punish us!"
However, the tall and strong Darius III ripped Arash's arm away, resolutely pulled out the curved blade engraved with sacred inscriptions, raised it high into the air, and with his lips moving, recited the sacred prayer inscribed on it.
May the True God Ahura make me invincible!
A sacred golden flame burned fiercely on the sword's body, and Persian script condensed and peeled off from the flame, imprinting itself on the surrounding rocky ground to form a Great Altar.
As the inscriptions resonated, a blazing pillar of light shot into the sky.
At the same time, ten spellcasters dressed in robes gathered together and chanted loudly. A large, golden phantom book gradually solidified within the pillar of light, flipping open with a rustling sound.
The Sword of the Dead, the Book of Fate! The two great artifacts of Persia have appeared!
A divine intervention!
Samael gazed at the ever-increasingly intense beam of light emanating from the Persian army gathering in the valley, and his brow relaxed.
How could a war to destroy a nation, involving 300,000 people, not have a deity present, either openly or secretly?
Luckily, I was more patient and finally managed to fish you out of the mouse hole.
However, since we're here, let's stay!
As the last invisible syllable flowed from Samael's mouth, an eerie tremor connected from all directions, and thousands of transparent runes and Wedge-shaped Divine Script within a radius of several miles were reflected in the opening and closing cross-shaped Cross Star Pupils, nested layer upon layer, like a sealed cage.
Whether it was the crisis under the Roman Empire or the looming Third Iliad War, the best solution was to first eliminate Cyrus, cripple the Persian forces on the eastern front, and then clean up the rest of the mess.
Unfortunately, Rome went too far that time, almost crippling Cyrus. As a result, the Persian King abandoned his allies and ran away faster than a rabbit.
This time, Cyrus was clearly traumatized, and without the intervention of Attila and Ramesses, he was certainly more vigilant.
Moreover, this Persian King possesses the Book of Fate and is an expert at escaping, making it quite difficult to directly confront him on the battlefield.
There was no other way for Samael but to stir up trouble, force the Persian army into a predicament, and create the illusion that he was not interested in the eastern front, waiting for Cyrus to lose his temper and show himself first.
Tsk, you want to go fishing, and you actually have to consider the fish's feelings...
Samael muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with Cross Star Pupils. He leaned back like a drawn bow, and the Spear of Nation-Building in his right hand was wreathed in red and black flames. As the divine intent within the pillar of light solidified, it suddenly shot out, instantly piercing through the figure that stepped out of the void and appeared on the Great Altar.
Instantly, the spear pierced his chest. Caught off guard, Cyrus, who had just emerged from the Great Altar, was sprayed with golden-red divine blood and sent flying backward like a meteorite crashing into the rock wall.
Under the unexpected attack, the mystics who were performing the ritual and summoning the true god all coughed up blood, fell backward, and stared in disbelief at the molten rock and the highly crystallized, fiery-colored humanoid crater all around.
Slay... slay a god!
Scheherazade's lips trembled, his eyes widened in terror, and he nearly fainted from the shock. Even after being helped up by his companions, he trembled and his limbs were ice-cold.
It's over!
Just as the Persians' faces turned ashen and their eyes showed despair, a golden wheel with ten distinct symbols appeared around the rock wall, humming as it turned. The pointer turned to a golden goat, and its surging life force, suppressed to the extreme, suddenly burst forth.
Self-healing? No, it's resurrection!
Samael sneered, took a sharp step, and charged forward. The rock wall beneath his feet cracked and collapsed, and the Cross Spear in his hand ignited with red and black flames, radiating a malice that cursed life.
Then, I'll kill you one more time!