An Affair Exposed?

Meanwhile, in a secluded house in a Celtic tribe.

The goddess of winter, with her pale purple hair bound by a silver crown and a magnificent silk dress, sensed the familiar ethereal fluctuations. She slowly opened her eyes, and as her lips moved, she drew a "ᛖ" shape that appeared in mid-air with her fingers.

Immediately, a black snake scale engraved with the same runes appeared on the table, flashing in response and projecting a scene of swirling yellow sand and a phantom image beneath the withered tree.

"Skadi, how is the situation in Britain?"

At that moment, sensing that the messages had been successfully connected, Samael casually asked a question.

"Heh, what did you say?"

The goddess's elegant and indifferent face was covered with frost, her chin was raised, and she spoke in a cold, nasal voice.

Samael coughed, then helplessly raised his hands in surrender, skillfully flexing his muscles to force a "sincere" smile.

"Beautiful and noble Queen, my dear wife, with you in charge, I believe the war in Britain will be smooth sailing."

"Hehe, it went fairly smoothly. That Hunnic girl was indeed extraordinary. I still managed to defeat her. Now, as you wished, this area is safe."

As Skadi spoke, her smooth chin unconsciously rose a few notches, her sidelong glances conveying a haughty and self-satisfied air.

"Guo Xin, I feel most at ease entrusting things over there to you. So, my dear wife, what kind of reward would you like? Shaved ice or ice cream?"

"Well, since you're so insistent, then ice cream it is."

"No problem, but I can only make it for you personally when I'm done with my business and arrive in Northern Europe."

"Okay, but there's something I need to warn you about beforehand!"

The Goddess of Winter raised an eyebrow, her tone serious, her scrutinizing gaze fixed on the Projection of Samael, an invisible pressure permeating the air.

"Uh, wh... what..."

The ancient snake felt a tremor in its heart, fine beads of sweat appeared on its forehead, and its eyes darted around erratically.

Oh no, my... cough cough... friendship with Scathach has been discovered?

"I want two ice creams! Strawberry flavor!"

"Ha?"

"What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

Skadi tilted her head to the side, her expression a mixture of confusion and seriousness.

"Oh, no problem!"

Samael watched as the Goddess of Winter, in the Projection, earnestly gave instructions for a snack, presenting a striking contrast of cuteness. He couldn't help but feel relieved and chuckled to himself. He immediately made a solemn promise, then guiltily changed the subject.

"By the way, are there any clues about the Six Fae Clans and Avalon Island?"

"The Celtic Queen is searching for related legends and has sent people to explore the mysterious areas of Britain, but so far there has been no success."

Skadi shook her head slightly and gave a casual reply.

"Then tell Boudica that we can start with the self-reliant Horned God Kernunnos, whom the Druidic Order worship in Celtic lands. If we can make contact with him, we might be able to find out the exact location of the Six Fae Clans."

Having already thwarted the Hunnic Empire's advance and temporarily averted the crisis, Britain's future actions could focus more on targeting Avalon.

Samael stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then murmured softly.

"What, is this important?"

The Goddess of Winter frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"To be honest, from now on, this place is very important, but I can't say for sure why..."

Samael took a deep breath, his expression turned serious, and a sense of solemnity and reverence appeared on his face.

Regardless of whether the Planetary Great Source exists, this became the trigger for the war of the gods, and Greece was not the only gateway to the Sea of Stars.

He happened to know that Avalon Island was also a rather delicate existence for the [Sea of Stars].

Better safe than sorry...

"Okay, I'll pass on the message."

Skadi nodded seriously, then her gaze swept past Samael, landing on the swirling sand and scorched earth behind him.

"It seems things aren't going well on your end."

Samael's expression was nonchalant, but the tone rose in a cheerful and proud manner.

"The Persians summoned two gods. I killed one and crippled the other. I went too far in the divine war and accidentally caused the situation to turn out like this."

However, everything has been resolved; the minor issues are all under control.

Although he did not face two gods at the same time, he fought against one. He first deposed Cyrus the Great, who possessed the power of a war god, and then successfully suppressed Angra Mainyu, the primordial dark god who had been summoned. He also led nearly 70,000 Roman Soldier to defeat the Persian army of 300,000 with fewer troops.

Even though this impressive record is somewhat less impressive than the miracles he once created by turning the tide against all odds, it is still enough for Samael to be proud of.

Upon hearing this, Skadi glanced at her husband, her gaze lingering for a moment before she nodded slightly.

"Okay, then be careful."

"Okay, you too..."

The two exchanged a few brief pleasantries before ending their contact.

"It seems she's seriously injured..."

In the instant the light and shadow shattered, Samael, leaning against a tree stump in the Wasteland of Death, frowned and muttered to himself.

"Injuried?"

The Amazon Queen standing nearby was taken aback.

"I've fought Attila before, and she's not someone to be trifled with. Besides, Skadi used the word 'repelled' instead of 'defeated,' which, though only a one-word difference, is enough to say something."

"If you're worried about her, why don't you just say so?"

"My wife has the pride of a god, but she is also very competitive, so we should give her some face."

Samael raised his hand to his forehead, offering a helpless explanation.

Hippolyta caught a hint of teasing amusement and a touch of doting in those dark eyes, and felt a strange envy for the Goddess of Winter who stood a thousand miles away.

"Hiss..."

Just as Samael propped himself up on his arms, a tearing pain shot through his chest, causing him to turn pale and break out in a light sweat.

The Amazon Queen arrived upon hearing the commotion and quickly helped Samael, who had collapsed to the side, to her feet, her gaze filled with a hint of reproach and sternness.

"Just let me know if you need anything. Your injuries are too severe, you need to rest properly and don't move around for now."

Hippolyta then unbuttoned Samael's clothes, revealing the hideous lines that ran from skin to bone, like red and black mycelium. The intense malice and curse contained within them made the Amazon Queen dizzy and terrified even with just a few glances.

She quickly turned her head and applied bottles of antidotes and cleansing agents prepared by the Amazon tribe to the wounded, one for external use and the other for internal use.

The tingling sensation of her skin sliding against his chest, and the faint fragrance emanating from her, left the pale-faced Samael with no time to think. He could only slump against the withered tree, letting Hippolyta grope his chest.

Angra Mainyu was one of the two primordial gods of Persia, and his status was not much lower than that of Zeus. His dying counterattack was a curse powerful enough to kill a god. It was already quite remarkable that Samael could withstand it.

He had to pay a price for taking on one enemy and inflicting one death and one injury.

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