Feed Stalin!

In the side hall of the Goddess of Wisdom on Mount of Ares, candlelight flickered. The returned King of Athens sat at the table, quickly scanning the integrated data on Athens' military, civil, economic, and judicial affairs. His Cross Star Pupils, flashed with deep light, and his brow furrowed more and more.

"A bunch of useless junk!"

Suddenly, Samael slammed his fist on the table. The dull thud echoed through the hall, stirring up etheric breaths that blew in all directions. A gust of wind swept through, and the candlelight flickered erratically.

"Ah... Your Theseus, is something amiss?"

The Sparta high priest, who was waiting at the foot of the steps, bent down to collect the scattered papers, tidied them up, and respectfully returned them to the table, unable to resist asking a question.

"Of course not! Not to mention corruption, oppression of the people, misinterpretation of the law, and elimination of dissidents, just the military issues alone can cost lives!"

The Mount of Ares is short one-third of its Divine Blood Warrior, and not even half of the 88 Constellation Saints are qualified! The Ten Palaces of Huangyu are basically all descendants of the Athenian Divine Blood Aristocrats who were sent there to gain prestige! What use are these pretty faces if a real fight breaks out!

The Athenian Academy, which should have been a gathering place for all the talents of Greece, was shut down after Socrates was voted to death by the Assembly. Now, there are very few Magecraft and scholars in Athens.

It's fair to say that Athens' internal defenses were practically non-existent! No wonder I breached them so easily!

Samael flipped through the documents, his face turning pale with anger. He quickly pointed out the various problems and consequences, scolding and rebuking them with rage.

Based on the information left on the Holy Serpent, the 88 Constellation Saints who possessed the Primal Cloth and had become gods were taken by Athena and her companions to the Sea of Stars to investigate the situation.

To avoid internal weakness and to facilitate Greece's response to the war with Persia, Athena, Medusa, Themis decided to lift the restrictions and allow Mount of Ares to replenish the 88 constellations of Saints on its own.

The Saint Cloths worn by these successors are basically Star Projections obtained under the blessing of the Three Goddesses of the sky, earth, and order. These projections can greatly amplify divine power and grant them a certain degree of insight and skill.

Therefore, the stronger and more promising Divine Blood Hero is, the more the effects of this item will be multiplied when paired with the Star Palace Saint Cloth.

In theory, the 88 constellations gather the most outstanding Divine Blood Hero of all Greece, while the Athenian Academy trains the most outstanding Magecraft and scholars from various city-states. The two form an alliance to protect Mount of Ares and Athens' sword and shield.

However, since the Three Goddesses went into hiding, these Athenian Divine Blood Aristocrats, freed from restraint, gradually became bolder and more unscrupulous.

Nowadays, the 88 Star Palaces are basically all family members of these old fogies. Those disobedient city-states have not gained anything and have long been squeezed out of the core of the power structure of Mount of Ares.

Even the Athenian Academy, which challenged the authority of the council, was shut down, and Socrates, as the leader of the school, was sentenced to death on charges of "insulting the gods of Athens and corrupting the minds of the youth."

It can be said that no one in Athens could defy the authority of the Ares. The surrounding city-states, which were being threatened, were also intimidated by the power of Mount of Ares and the Athenian navy, and had no choice but to obediently offer tribute and maintain a humiliating subordinate relationship.

As such, the Greek alliance, which had been tightly bound together in the War of the Giants, was already riddled with cracks. If it weren't for the presence of Persia as an external enemy, the Hellenic Alliance would probably have long since disintegrated and turned into a chaotic mess.

"Turning Greece into 'Athenians' Greece' is to encourage integration, to offer both carrots and shovels, and to promote a pan-Hellenic identity led by Athens. It's not to let you bully your own kind, monopolize the spoils, and treat those city-states like servants. You bunch of pig-brains!"

Samael grew angrier the more he thought about it, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot. In his anger, he slammed his fist on the table and complained repeatedly.

As a member of Sparta, High Priestess Helen kept her eyes down, pretending not to hear the King of Athens's ambitions.

After Samael's anger subsided slightly, Helen turned her head and glanced at the brightly lit council chamber, then hesitated and asked a question.

"So what do you plan to do with these people?"

"What to do? They should all be dragged out and fed to Stalin!"

"Stalin?"

"Oh, I saw a kind of monster in the north, also known as the Merciful Father. It especially likes to eat traitors and fools, and it is keen on throwing criminals into cold areas to dig potatoes."

"That's how it is. If Greece could introduce such a magical beast, that would be wonderful."

Helen nodded thoughtfully, feeling a pang of emotion.

"Ahem, no need for all that trouble. Once it's Tianyi, kill the idiots who need to be killed and arrest the ones who need to be arrested! If I'm in the mood, I'll just pick a few honest ones to keep as mascots on Mount of Ares."

Samael smirked, his eyes flashing with a sinister light. He then raised his hand to stroke his chin and muttered under his breath.

"The charge, colluding with the Persians? Hmm, that's a bit much..."

In the shadowy corner, Gogo's eyelids twitched and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

It seems that tonight, many Divine Blood Aristocrats in Athens will receive a sum of money from the Persians.

At this moment, the ancient serpent composed himself and searched through the documents for those high-ranking Divine Blood Aristocrats who needed to be eliminated. He sneered as he compiled a "purge list" and handed it over to the group of berserkers who were keen on killing people.

You have enjoyed my authority long enough; now it is time to pay your debt!

"Your Theseus, isn't it too hasty to launch such a large-scale attack at the last minute? Hot Spring Pass..."

Below the court, Queen Gogo of Spartan Queen hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowed with worry, before she couldn't help but step forward and express her concerns.

"Don't worry, I never intended to rely on these idiots. Leaving them around would only cause trouble. Give me some time, and the fleet assembled in Athens will set off immediately by the day after tomorrow at the latest!"

Samael put down his pen, looked up at the two worried Sparta messengers, smiled slightly, and offered words of comfort.

"Before that, I had already entrusted two friends I met on the road to go to Hot Spring Pass to assist Leonidas in the defense. With them there, there shouldn't be any major problems in the short term."

It's them!

Gogo and Helen exchanged a glance, recalling the two foreign women who had rushed to their door that night. Their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense all the way, finally settled down. They looked gratefully at the wise and sagacious Saint King and bowed their heads even more devoutly to show their respect.

"Alright, you haven't slept for days and nights while traveling, stop standing there like an idiot. I've already asked Hildr to prepare two guest rooms for you. Go take a shower, have a hot meal, and get some rest. Give me the rest of the money first."

Oh, and by the way, remember to settle the protection money you swindled from me.

Samael winked teasingly, chuckled, and nodded in acknowledgment. The two Sparta messengers, embarrassed, nodded awkwardly and retreated.

As the two employers walked further and further away, their figures gradually disappearing into the night, the ancient serpent, who had just compiled another "purge list," casually tossed the blood-smelling object to Bloodaxe King Eric and Warrior King Sigurd.

While the two Nordic heroes departed, the man Samael had been waiting for finally entered the hall.