Watch Yourself in Your Next Life!

In the Gemini Side Hall, amidst the somber and chilling clang of metal, the Flame Demon Sword, shimmering like blood, was sheathed from a branch carved from a cypress tree.

Accompanied by a series of humming sounds, the complex runes engraved on it vibrated rhythmically, and frost formed, gradually suppressing Laevatein's demonic nature and causing it to cool down and hibernate.

"Your Highness Helen!"

At the same time, Gogo, who arrived late, rushed into the room with a sword and shield in hand, shouting anxiously.

When the searching gaze fell upon Helen lying unharmed on the bed, and Samael standing before her, the Spartan Queen was momentarily stunned.

"Your Theseus, how could you..."

Cough cough...

Samael's breathing became disordered, and his mind was in turmoil. He coughed slightly, and the taste of blood filled his mouth. An unnatural blush appeared on his pale face.

"We'll talk about this later!"

Helen glared at Gogo, then hurriedly raised her hand to help the swaying ancient snake.

However, the Holy King, who had his back to her, raised his hand to stop her, his slightly narrowed eyes gazing intently at a faint light screen behind the pillar.

"Get out here!"

Click!

In an instant, the light screen shattered, and a figure wrapped in a tattered black robe darted out and fled towards the door with lightning speed.

"Roar!"

Just as Ge Guo reached the doorway, instinctively remaining on guard, he raised Gogo sword and shield, roared, and unleashed a burst of divine power that sent the uninvited guest crashing back.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding space became distorted and viscous, and a familiar sense of stagnation surged into my mind. The middle-aged man, who looked like a potato pulled out of black ash, was grabbed by the void, lifted by the neck, and pulled in mid-air in front of the King of Athens.

The middle-aged man's face turned purplish-red, his limbs twitched, and as he struggled, a palm-sized bronze shield, resembling a breastplate and engraved with the image of the Gorgon, rolled down to Samael's feet.

The surface was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and it was scattered and broken along the way.

A replica of the Aegis of the Goatskin Divine Shield? It looks like the work of Hephaestus the Craftsman God.

So this must be the honor bestowed by Athena... No wonder...

"You're really lucky, Pandion Family..."

Samael raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his sinister, Serpent Eyes fixed on the Divine Blood Aristocrats who had escaped being silenced, and he frowned and sneered.

"Your Majesty... this assassination attempt was not directed at you! Athens should not be tied to the war chariots of other city-states. We did this to preserve the flame of Greece! It was all a Persian conspiracy! Those bastards misled us!"

The leader, his face pale and sweating profusely, gritted his teeth and launched a scathing attack on the Persian scoundrels before spilling the beans about his contact with a mysterious person.

In the final moments, the middle-aged man, realizing he had been abandoned, still used refined and amiable language to express his desire to establish a non-blood-related father-son relationship with the mysterious Persian man, as well as to have intimate and friendly "deep" exchanges with all of his female relatives.

This gave Samael a fascinating glimpse into the elegant language of the Greek literary world, and made him realize that when the so-called Divine Blood Aristocrats and the common folk of the outer city got angry, there seemed to be no difference between them.

Unfortunately, in the middle-aged man's account, the mysterious person who established contact with him could not be described in detail, and his voice was neutral.

Apart from the so-called "doomsday prophecies" projected directly into his mind and the empty promises of Persia to make him king of the Greek kingdoms, there was no useful information at all.

The only valuable gain for the Phantoms was that their original goal was not to assassinate Helen and Gogo or to sow discord between Athens and Sparta, but simply to awaken the "Scourge of God," bring down judgment, and force him to submit.

Because of an unexpected incident, and on the advice of that mysterious person, they decided to settle for the second option.

The middle-aged man, like Cai Ming, realized that after the failure of their first plan, they had lost their value to that mysterious person.

The so-called alternative strategy is nothing more than a pretext to keep them working hard. Those luminous feathers are not a backup plan at all, but a tool to kill and silence witnesses!

Those Persians are so damn wicked! Be careful, or your babies might be born without an ass!

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help but frown again.

So, this is the real reason why Attila's infants experienced premature ejaculation...

At this moment, Samael stroked his chin with one hand, lost in thought, a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and a sense of emotion welled up in his heart.

Perhaps it's not just swords that can dull and corrode blades; flowers can too...

"Ancestor, it was never my intention to be your enemy. Everything I have done is for the sake of the family and Mount of Ares. This woman is a scourge and will ruin the future of Athens!"

Noticing the restraints around his neck being slightly loosened, the middle-aged man's face lit up with joy. He mustered his courage and delivered a passionate and impassioned speech.

Samael snapped out of his daze, raised his eyes to look at this patriotic Divine Blood Aristocrats, his Serpent Eyes narrowing slightly.

Instantly, a chilling coldness rose from his tailbone to the top of his head. The middle-aged man felt like a frog being targeted by a venomous snake, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Your Majesty, I shouldn't have criticized your decisions. It was my fault, I'm so sorry..."

This is all a misunderstanding! The Pandion Family is willing to pledge allegiance to you to the death!

"Yes! Property! I am willing to contribute all my property as military expenses for the war!"

In their desperate struggle to survive, middle-aged people frantically throw out a string of chips, trying their best to prove their worth.

"There are still those tactless old nobles on Mount of Ares who are slandering you behind your back. You need me! I have extensive connections and can help you stabilize the situation! I guarantee I'll shut them up!"

Furthermore, as compensation for offending our two distinguished Sparta guests, I apologize! I can also donate three, no! Five magic crystal mines!

I..."

Samael glanced at the middle-aged man, who was sweating profusely with anxiety, interrupted his self-justification, and smiled.

"It's alright, I'll forgive you this time..."

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

"So, be more careful in your next life..."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed upon hearing this, but before he could finish expressing his gratitude, the lingering words made his pupils contract sharply, and his expression twist in astonishment.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the slender fingers that were locking the man's neck suddenly burst into flames of red and black, and the rising fire instantly reduced him to ashes.

Gogo and Helen both shivered, somewhat dumbfounded.

"It seems I was too lenient with them..."

Gogo, immediately report to Mount of Ares that these Divine Blood Aristocrats have rebelled and intend to assassinate you and Helen, the two acting Athenian deacons. Have Scathach and Anna declare martial law throughout the city and send Valkyrie and Berserkers to hunt down all their accomplices!

Power begins with the nobility, and so should sacrifice!

Since war always involves bloodshed, let them begin. The Great Sacrifice is short of offerings; Tianyi, let them sacrifice themselves, use them as a flag offering!

"..."

"Gogo!"

"I... I will obey your command!"

As the voice rose again, the Spartan Queen, who was staring blankly at the gray, fluffy substance on the ground, snapped back to her senses. She hurriedly bowed and took the scale imprinted with the identity information of the strategist with both hands. She turned and rushed towards the top of Mount of Ares, her heart filled with dread.

Tonight, another bloody storm will break out.

His Majesty is truly angry. Could it be because of that?

As she hurried along, Gogo couldn't help but glance at the Gemini Side Hall, a thought silently rising in her mind.