Pet's Counterattack?

"Actually, you didn't need to take action..."

Hippolyta glanced at the grotesque curse that fought against life and spread across Samael's chest, her fingertips lightly tracing its path, and sighed deeply.

"Do you think I want this? Angra Mainyu has gone mad. The Persians have been ravaged and there aren't many left. All that's left are the Roman Legions and Amazon Warrior. If I don't take action, you'll all be dead."

The ancient snake pulled up its collar, rolled its eyes, and complained helplessly.

"Don't rush so far ahead next time. If I want to run, I should at least take you guys with me. I couldn't even reach you back then..."

The Amazon Queen sensed the concern beneath the teasing, paused for a moment, then quickly recovered and nodded gently.

After temporarily calming the guilty feelings of his old acquaintance, Samael's gaze fell on the hideous and messy red and black Cursed Seal on his chest. His brow furrowed and dispersed, eventually relaxing.

Angra Mainyu has built-in damage reflection armor; the price of killing this guy is being cursed by his power.

There was no other way; either he resisted it or he ignored it and sacrificed the Roman Legions and Amazonian tribes to the heavens.

The Roman Legions are one thing, but the Amazons only came because they were grateful to him and traveled a long way to help. He can't just sell them all out, can he?

Moreover, according to Angra Mainyu, he intended to carry out a large-scale massacre on the spot.

This is Roman Empire territory. Even if you were ruthless and sacrificed the Roman Legions and Amazonian tribes, it wouldn't necessarily bring Angra Mainyu to his aid.

Sooner or later, I'll run into this madman again.

Whether you cower or stick your neck out, you'll get stabbed anyway.

Cyrus was crippled and forced to flee, so he has no choice but to take the blame for the rest.

Therefore, even knowing the outcome, Samael still fired that shot without hesitation.

"Let's get back to the main topic..."

Immediately, the ancient serpent's thoughts settled, its gaze deep and distant. It picked up a pebble, tapped the sketch of the Roman situation in front of it, and murmured to the candidate beside it.

"Currently, the Persian Empire is in ruins, Cyrus is half-crippled and has no strength to fight again; the Hunnic Wolf Riders is stalled, Attila is wounded and blocked outside the Seventh Province. In other words, the pressure on Rome from both the east and west has been temporarily relieved. Thus, Rome's deadlock has been turned around, and the first step has been completed!"

When the subject was brought up, Hippolyta composed herself, and in a daze, she seemed to see again that wise Greek city-state from the War of the Giants.

"But Rome was inherently weak. I used all the movable pieces to their fullest extent, but what I managed to revive was only a stalemate. If I retreated even a step, it would be a dead end."

Now that we have this rare window of opportunity, we can finally move on to the second step.

Samael reached up and picked up the cloak that had slipped down to his abdomen, then handed it to Hippolyta with a playful smile.

"Your Majesty, it's our turn to make a move. Would you be interested in coming with me?"

"No problem, where do you plan to go?"

Hippolyta was slightly taken aback, then took the cloak, clenched her fist and placed it on her chest, nodded seriously, and a look of bewilderment and a hint of melting appeared on her tense face.

This journey seems to have been long overdue.

Samael's gaze was sharp, his expression cold, and his sliding fingertips finally settled on a certain spot on the messy sketch on the ground.

"Next stop, Mesopotamia, the Persian Empire!"

Seeing the Amazon Queen's astonished gaze, the ancient serpent couldn't help but let out a wicked smile.

Meanwhile, in a secluded hut in Celtic tribe.

"Cough cough..."

Skadi had just put down the snake scales when she coughed violently, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her lips.

"Don't move around, you need to rest."

A gentle voice of advice came, and Boudica, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, came forward and helped the Goddess of Winter to sit against the headboard.

"It seems the victory on the Eastern Front wasn't easy either; he's injured, and quite badly so..."

"Um?"

"This guy is cunning. He's not one to show off. The more he flaunts and emphasizes his victory, the less optimistic the actual situation is."

"You guys really have great chemistry..."

Boudica's eyes flashed with a smile, filled with emotion.

"Understanding each other? Shouldn't that be considered experience in raising pets?"

Skadi blinked and answered casually.

As someone who had been through it all, the Celtic Queen looked at the Goddess of Winter with an air of self-righteousness, closed her eyes, rubbed her forehead, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

Just as Boudica hesitated about whether to point it out, Skadi for a moment and then spoke in deep thought.

"That Hunnic girl managed to break free of my Divine Cage, but she was seriously injured. I plan to use this time to have your tribe build an altar and establish a portal to the Shadow Realm."

"You intend to the Shadow Realm?"

"No, I'll be going to Greece in a while, just in case, I'll need to leave a spatial marker here..."

The Goddess of Winter glanced at the snake scales on the table, her eyes flickering, a ripple appearing in her tranquil purple eyes.

"No problem, I'll get started on the arrangements right away."

The Victory Queen smiled broadly, and as she turned her head, a hint of mockery appeared in her eyes as she looked at a certain Valkyrie and the Rose Emperor of the City of Seven Hills.

Pets are the objects of a goddess's affection? She'd even disregard her own injuries to pamper him, and even let him climb into her bed...

My old friend, you're truly a sinful man. Watch out, your wife might be checking up on you soon...

Several days later, in an old hotel in a small Persian town.

As noon approached, the number of guests coming and going gradually increased, and the discussions in the hall became increasingly noisy.

"Have you heard? The sandstorm has stopped. Why don't we take advantage of this before the news spreads, gather camel caravans and men, bring some rare items, and try to make a quick buck!"

"Ha, you fool, if making money were that easy, caravans would have been heading straight for it, there's no way you, an outsider, would have a chance."

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed that there are more outsiders fleeing from the border in the town of Bazhen?"

"Strange, the sandstorms are gone, so why are people from the border still running inland?"

"That's because without the sandstorm's shield, the trouble is even greater! A lot of monsters have recently come out of the Wasteland of Death and are causing trouble on the border. If you want to die, you can kill yourself. Don't blame me for not warning you, those things eat people!"

"Uh, never mind, never mind. Even if you earn it, you have to be alive to spend it."

"Good! Even without these murderers and the sandstorm, is that war relic site so easy to traverse? Haven't you seen how many top caravans have perished there!"

"Not only that! Don't forget that Rome and Persia just fought a war. Who knows if we'll be arrested and executed as spies after we cross that river!"

As the rebuttals were delivered one after another, those who were somewhat interested in trade quickly put the dangerous idea out of their minds.

"Boss, one room, and also prepare two meals to send to the room. We just escaped from the border and need to rest."

Amidst the usual noise of the inn, a young couple wearing headscarves and long robes came to the front of the inn and asked to stay overnight.

As they went upstairs, the husband seemed to be injured, and needed his wife's help to climb even a few steps.

Tsk, that skin, that figure, what a pity...

The idle diners below glanced at the wife with her graceful figure and fair skin, a fleeting thought vanishing in an instant, before their attention returned to the strange tales of the land of the gods' war.

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