The Rainbow of Holy Night, Lost Paradise
As soon as she heard that, the aroma filled the air, and Attila rubbed her stomach, suddenly realizing she was hungry.
With a gurgling sound, the Xiongnu King tore open the credential marked with a rose on the table, poured out a crystal, skillfully crushed it, sprinkled it evenly on the roasted meat, puffed out his cheeks, and devoured it with relish.
Seeing that Attila was enjoying his meal, the old shaman picked up a cup of milk tea and sipped it happily.
After a whirlwind of food, the silver-haired girl, feeling slightly full, wiped the grease from her lips, looked at the old shaman, and solemnly spoke.
"With that woman here on the western front, breaking through the blockade will require a huge sacrifice."
Moreover, the Persians are currently suffering a defeat on the eastern front, and the Egyptians have broken their oath and attacked a Persian fleet that was attacking Greece. If the stalemate continues, the pressure from both fronts will fall back on our side.
There's no need to continue this battle. I want to lead you to heaven in glory, not to hell.
I've decided to withdraw the troops for now. In the meantime, I want to go and see what Greece has to offer!
The old shaman was taken aback by what he heard, and his eyes showed concern.
"Isn't it too risky to go to the enemy country alone? The medicine is almost gone, and the Persians still haven't sent any..."
"It's okay, someone invited me, and he even gave me medicine to use on the way."
The man said he knew my background, my past, and that if I was willing to keep the appointment, he would tell me the answer in Athens!
Attila rubbed her lower abdomen and casually replied, raising her hand to pull out a seven-colored greatsword inch by inch from the Sorcery Array, its sharp edge pointing eerily at Greece.
We're full, let's go!
Moments later, a golden lamb doll, imbued with life by the divine essence of star patterns, rode on a rainbow of light, bleating all the way, carrying the Xiongnu King lying on it, streaking across the sky like a colorful shooting star.
Persia, Eagle's Nest, Evening Bell Temple.
Did the Huns retreat?
In the quiet room, Samael, who came from the Celtic tribe, deciphered the corresponding content from a string of runes that appeared within the Sorcery Array, and nodded in satisfaction.
So, the third move is complete.
The ancient snake raised its hand and lifted the tablecloth, revealing the sand table it had recently set up. It moved the chess pieces around the western line of Rome back one by one, revealing large areas of white space that were pleasing to the eye.
Hippolyta's gaze fell upon the Roman territory marked by eagle banners, and she suddenly felt that the previously oppressive situation had been swept away by the wind, and everything was suddenly clear.
The three armies, one in the east, one in the west, and one in the south, lured the enemy deep into their territory and first defeated Persia; they then adopted a scorched-earth policy and defeated the Huns again; later, they sowed discord between Cyrus and Ramesses II, leading to Egypt and Persia fighting each other.
Now, the most powerful Persian army, numbering over 300,000, has suffered a crushing defeat on the Land of Nothingness. Cyrus has been seriously wounded and fled, and his prestige has collapsed.
The Huns, being slightly weaker, suffered repeated setbacks in their military campaigns. Attila was only able to gain some advantage against Skadi. Encouraged by Samael, she had no choice but to seek other ways to find out about her origins and mission, and went to Greece alone. Without the Xiongnu King, the already weak Hunnic tribe was even less likely to rise to power.
As for the powerful Egyptians, on the one hand, they had to contend with Carthage to prevent their vassal from becoming too powerful, and on the other hand, they were locked in a stalemate with Persia, unable to get close. Rome, for them, was a double-edged sword.
In addition, Cyrus's defeat of the City of Seven Hills had already left Ramesses II with a thorn in his side. The subsequent assassination by the Assassins made him wonder if Persia was about to launch a military campaign against Egypt. Wouldn't the Pharaoh blame Cyrus, the employer of the Assassins' Order?
By having the young Emperor Nero speak, Ramesses II's rhetoric of showing weakness to Egypt, reasoning with it, enticing it with benefits, and exposing its dangers, successfully shifted the focus of the conflict to Cyrus.
Now, it can be said that Rome's impending doom has been averted. Although border troubles remain and there will inevitably be several more back-and-forth battles, the overall situation is fine.
At this point, Rome's predicament had been turned around, and it was now Persia's turn to suffer.
"It seems that Cyrus has no way out, and this war will soon be over."
The Amazon Queen breathed a sigh of relief, her brow unfurrowing.
"Yes! Cyrus has another path he can take..."
Samael's voice was solemn as he shook his head slightly, his fingers sweeping across the Sea of Chaos and landing on the shattered city-state.
"A full-scale attack on Greece?"
Hippolyta realized a possibility and murmured to herself.
The ancient serpent nodded, its eyes flashing, and gave a confident, cold laugh.
The strategy of first conquering Rome and then annexing Greece was Cyrus's plan, though it was a strategy devised for ambition and security.
But his real goal was to obtain the so-called Planetary Great Source from Greece.
Now, after much maneuvering, it's true that the City of Seven Hills is temporarily out of danger of annihilation, but after the fall of the Divine Ancestor and the battles on all sides, its soldiers are exhausted, and seven or eight provinces and legions have been crippled, leaving it in a state of great devastation.
It is virtually impossible to get the Pantheon to spare troops to support Greece.
In other words, Persia's strategy of weakening the Pan-Hellenic Alliance, even if not entirely satisfactory, achieved its initial objective.
Now, the situation is becoming increasingly delicate, and the circumstances are gradually turning against Persia. If Cyrus realizes this, he will most likely choose to gamble everything in Greece, using his available resources to try his luck one last time.
Samael bent his fingers and pushed the three King onto the sand table into Athens, a slight smile playing on his lips.
If that's about right, everyone should be arriving by now, right?
Then, the ancient serpent spread its fingers and palms, gazing at the four chess pieces in its hand, and slowly began to count them.
Scathach, the god-slayer; Fenrir, the giant wolf; the Grand Assassin; and me—four against three.
So, once you're here, don't leave. I know Greece pretty well, so let's go all in right here at this gambling table!
However, before setting off, he had one thing to confirm in Mesopotamia.
As night deepened, Samael stood silently atop the cliff of the Evening Bell Temple, waiting as a fierce, biting wind swept in, sending chills down one's spine.
As a fragrant aroma wafted behind him, the ancient snake snapped back to reality and turned around, immediately seeing the Purple Haired Girl clumsily climbing up the cliff, carrying a pottery jar in one hand and a food box in the other.
Caught red- Calamity Jane, Jingmi blushed and bent down to place the food in front of Samael.
"The jar contains Jellab, which I just took off the stove. It's still warm and can be used to ward off the cold. The food box contains flatbread and mutton."
"That's a very generous meal, thank you..."
The ancient snake stretched and stepped forward, giving the expectant Calamity Jane a Western-style hug and cheek kiss.
"No, no need. Hundred Faces Mao sent me. If it's not enough, I'll go down and get more!"
Despite possessing a slightly obsessive nature, and being known as the "Night Raid Trio" of the organization dedicated to the survival of Human Order, Hassan is quite easily embarrassed afterward, with the blush on her cheeks becoming even more intense and intoxicating, as she receives that warmth.
Once she realized what had happened, the girl, like a startled rabbit, stammered out the mastermind's secret, then hurriedly grabbed the tray and fled.
Samael sat cross-legged on the ground, watching with great interest the little rabbit running frantically down the mountain, and enjoying his dinner with it.
However, he hadn't eaten more than a few bites when the temperature around him suddenly dropped, and a sense of death rushing from the valley climbed up the cliff in the night.
"Your Lost Paradise, I've found Paradise..."
The silent contemplation behind him caused the ancient serpent to suddenly turn around, its vertical pupils flashing with an eerie light.
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