All Is Vanity, All Is Permitted! 3/3
Samael swirled his teacup, took a small sip,
"What price did Cyrus pay to get you out of this Evening Bell Temple bells?"
"A century of leniency, the mountain people's continued kindness to this day."
"Yes, this sword strike is worth it!"
The ancient serpent nodded in agreement, then put down its teacup and quietly gazed at the solemn, desolate valley of death.
"But weapons are just weapons. The Sacred Flame of the Persian Pantheon has no place for those who serve darkness. You will never be able to leave these mountains."
The facts were undeniable. The old man paused for a moment, nodded slightly, and calmly looked at the deity before him.
"So, it's only worth that one sword strike. After that, I will lead the Order to withdraw from this conflict. Are you satisfied?"
The Calamity Jane beside him, seeing the Old Man of the Mountain Yama bow slightly in greeting, was utterly astonished.
Even Cyrus the Great treated the mountain people kindly for a hundred years and personally went to their door to beg the old man for help, did not receive such treatment.
Moreover, there was a hint of pleading in Ju Tong's words, which contained a great deal of information.
"No rush. I came here specifically to thank you for your help in Uruk. I was in a hurry on the way and didn't bring any gifts, so how about I give you three pieces of advice instead?"
Samael waved his hand casually, his vertical pupils, which conveyed a smile and remembrance, were dark, deep, and full of meaning.
"Speaking..."
"Listen!"
One should not show humility to those who have Rome in their hearts, for the eagle banner will eventually fall!
Do not show obedience to those who harbor the flame of light; darkness only needs to inherit the embers!
One should not show understanding to those with pure hearts; the Azure Wolf White Deer will surely toll the Evening Bell!
As the old man listened to these words, his mind, which was filled with profound meaning, was filled with a series of thunderous shocks. The deep, silent river of his heart first rippled slightly, then surged with torrents, and finally stirred up a raging storm.
In the end, the Grand Assassin's expression shifted rapidly, his solemn demeanor revealing an overwhelming sense of shock.
In fact, what Samael gave to the other party was—divine revelation!
All of this is closely related to the mountain people in front of us, or to the Arabs and Islam in the future.
In the future, the Arabs will hold a scimitar in one hand and the Quran in the other, establishing a vast empire whose territory stretches from the Indus River Valley and the Pamir Mountains in the east, bordering the western regions of China; to the Atlantic Ocean in the west; to Mozambique in the south and the Caucasus Mountains in the north; spanning three continents: Asia, Africa, and Europe.
This is the so-called Arab Empire, which, according to the Persian transliteration, is "Tazi".
Samael's three pieces of advice corresponded to the fate of the Arab Empire.
These Muslims would first defeat the Byzantium Empire and witness the fall of the Roman eagle standard; then they would annex the Sasanian Persian Empire, thus reaching their zenith.
But eventually, this Arab empire, which gradually prospered and lasted for more than 600 years, was destroyed by the Mongol army, which claimed to be descendants of the Azure Wolf White Deer.
The Assassins' Order also collapsed along with it!
In the future, the Mongol cavalry will sweep through the land like a whirlwind, capturing the Eagle's Nest and slaughtering all the men, women, and children of the Assassins' Order —this will be their end.
However, in this world that has changed beyond recognition, the true outcome remains unknown.
For example, it's hard to say whether the glory of Romulus and Cyrus will continue that of Sassanid Persia and Byzantium Rome.
Although the Hunnic Empire had a ritual of worshipping the Azure Wolf White Deer, Attila, this interstellar immigrant, clearly had no connection with the future Mongols.
Therefore, Samael's three pieces of advice contained a mixture of truth and falsehood.
But based on his past experience of Gilgamesh, for those with a sense of destiny, all it takes is to provide vague information and give them a little hint, and they can be guided to their precognitive abilities.
Moreover, most of what Samael said was true, only embellished in his own way.
Then, the ancient serpent smiled faintly, a pleased curve forming at the corners of its lips, and murmured softly.
Finally, on Anna's behalf, I'd like to offer you two pieces of advice:
All is Vanity! The nature of the world is fragile and vulnerable. Since we are facing such a fragile and hypocritical state, we should all become the guardians of our own nature.
All is Permitted! Standing in this world, each of us is both the designer and the executor of our own actions, and each of us should bear the consequences of our actions.
All is Vanity All is Permitted!
The Old Man of the Mountain, who had been repeatedly shaken by the dinosaur, solemnly rose and respectfully placed his hand on his chest in a gesture of respect.
"Thank you for your divine message, I will remember your teachings!"
This time, the Hassan of the Stillness beside him was completely bewildered by the wind, his jaw nearly dropping in surprise.
At this moment, Samael lowered his head to look at the swirling drink in his cup, his gaze deep and distant, and spoke slowly in a low voice.
"So, Cyrus has given you stability in the past and present, and I will grant you prosperity in the future. Therefore, may I ask for your permission?"
"... What made you get involved in this war between humans?"
The old man was silent for a moment, then looked up and gazed at the deity.
Samael scoffed and retorted, "Rebuild the planet, become a god? So many people want to fight for it, why can't I be its master?"
The Old Man of the Mountain was surprised. In his memory, this god had no ambition. Whether it was the throne of Uruk or the divine authority of Paradise Lost, he would throw it away or push it aside as soon as he could. He had no strong desire for power or competitive spirit.
At this moment, the ancient serpent's lazy eyes narrowed slightly, and its vertical pupils, which had been opening and closing, suddenly flashed with a sharp and piercing light.
"Since neither of you is willing to submit to anyone, then let's stop war with war, stop killing with killing. Let me set new Rules for this world!"
"In that divine war on the Land of Nothingness, you forgave and saved many Persians..."
"I symbolize death, but I am not a butcher."
Samael yawned and answered casually, then perked up, looked up at the old man opposite him, and slowly began to speak.
"Alright, we've finished catching up. So, how's your request for help?"
"Cyrus was very kind to the mountain people..."
"Don't worry, I won't let you deal with the Persians."
Samael's smile broadened, and his confident promise gradually eased the old man's furrowed brow.
Immediately, the ancient snake rose, raised its glass, and stared intently.
"So, Hassan al-Sabah, what is your choice?"
As the Evening Bell bells tolled, the ether in the quiet room boiled, and blue-black flames surged. The old man in the gray robe who had risen was transformed into a black-clad swordsman wearing a white bone skull mask and with his cloak fluttering in the wind.
Beneath the skull mask, two blue-black flames flickered and burned violently in the eyes. The black-clad swordsman held a large shield to his chest, his longsword upright in his hand, facing the Death Angel, solemnly chanting.
"By divine decree, this sword is given to you, and this body belongs to you!"
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