No One Understands Being the Villain Better Than Me
Chapter 657

Boudica's Divine Assist 3/3

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You bastard!

Everyone gasped, exchanging bewildered glances at the sand table. After a long pause to collect their thoughts, they turned to look at Samael with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

This is no longer about anticipating the enemy's moves three steps ahead, but rather about having an extraordinary and unpredictable strategic vision!

After taking several deep breaths, the three heroes, known for their wisdom and resourcefulness, calmed down and began to express their concerns with some hesitation.

Jason spoke first, "Rome has just gone through a great war and is severely weakened. The four legions must have drawn all the military forces within its borders. Isn't that too risky?"

"The Huns retreated to the steppes, Carthage was busy arguing with its suzerain Egypt, and in the battle on the eastern front, Rome suffered heavy losses, while the Persians fared even worse, with nearly 20 Persian soldiers perishing in the 'Wasteland of Death'! Moreover, judging from the situation at Hot Spring Pass, the Persians were fighting desperately, so was there any need for Rome to defend its homeland?"

A war that threatens the very existence of a nation must be fought with the full might of that nation!

Samael responded with a pursed lip, already having made up his mind.

I've gone all in, so I'm going to follow suit.

Jason saw a familiar gambler's gaze in those shimmering eyes, only now there was more wisdom and composure deep within those pupils.

"If it's just the usual four Roman Legions and Amazon Warrior, then Cyrus and the Persian Pantheon..."

Odysseus frowned and revealed a more real concern.

"Don't worry about that. Those rebellious Divine Blood Aristocrats in Athens, though useless, still had some positive effect. At least they proved one thing to me:"

Cyrus should have already left the Pantheon, and is perhaps among the Persian army at Hot Spring Pass!

Samael spoke with certainty, his brow furrowed and a cold smile playing on his lips.

As a long-time rival, Marduk knew him well, and he knew this Lord of Hosts just as well.

If angels have appeared, then God must be not far off.

"If I remember correctly, the region connecting Rome and Persia has now become a desolate wasteland, devoid of living beings, because of that previous divine war."

The raging Aether Tide and sandstorms of the [Land of Nothingness], and the Mindless Sinners wandering the [Wasteland of Death], are all deadly troubles, utterly hindering the army's advance.

Sisyphus's question was more detailed, mentioning his own considerations.

It was precisely because of the natural barriers of this unique environment that the Persians were able to confidently divert their troops, abandon their confrontation with Rome, and launch a major offensive against Greece.

"Previously, I learned from Hippolyta's reply that Nero had obtained the True Body Machine God Armor descended from the Roman Pantheon. This trouble should have been left to her, but I didn't expect that this brat Cyrus would abandon his affairs in Rome and run off to Athens to cause trouble..."

When Samael mentioned this, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but feel an urge to tuck a naughty child under his arm and spank him.

But then, the ancient serpent extended its fingers, and a logo that exuded self-assurance appeared in its palm, its expression relaxed.

"However, Rome now has a better 'person' to lead the army out of the battlefield of the old gods..."

Although divine power remains in the [Land of Nothingness] and the [Wasteland of Death], only the gods can probably eliminate the terrifying disasters in the battlefield of the old gods.

Who will be the next to be awakened? Could it be that one of the Olympus gods enshrined in the Pantheon has been reawakened?

Artemis, Moon Goddess? Apollo, God of Light? Ares, God of War? Or Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture?

Could it be King of Gods Zeus?

The three looked at each other, puzzled, and each began to wonder.

Meanwhile, outside Rome's eastern defensive line, on the battlefield of the ancient gods, in the Land of Nothingness.

A crimson-black Aether Storm whipped up dust and blew fiercely, forming several tornadoes that stretched across the heavens and earth, dimming the sun and moon along their path.

Amidst the wondrous rhythm, thick, vibrant yellow-green ripples spread outwards, gradually calming the turbulent magic along the way. The raging sandstorm, like beaded curtains rolling open to the sides, revealed a path connecting the inside and outside by flowing from bottom to top and splitting to the left and right.

Even more incredible is that the sand dunes along the way, which should have been barren, are now covered with the green of life, and the grass is sprouting and budding at a speed visible to the naked eye, creating a vibrant plant avenue.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Suddenly, sensing the presence of life, the wandering, Mindless Sinners outside turned their heads menacingly, brandishing their twisted limbs covered in rotting flesh, and charged forward swiftly with their hands and feet, like mad beasts that had caught the scent of prey.

Boom boom boom boom!

But in an instant, tons of Spell projectile rained down from the sky, the saturation bombardment sweeping away all the wanderers along the way.

These resilient monsters, in their mutation, coalesced into even more distorted forms, attempting to once again ferociously prey on their prey.

The spreading yu grass has already inserted its roots deep into their flesh, breaking down their bodies and purifying the chaotic energy within.

In the blink of an eye, these monsters had only taken a few steps before they were torn to pieces, becoming nourishment scattered on the grass and returning to dust.

"Clear the battlefield! Keep moving!"

The chariot rumbled past, and the Red-haired Celtic Queen, wearing a golden crown and holding the reins, pointed her sword forward.

Moments later, tall Amazon Warrior, with longbows on their backs and Chain Hammer Greatsword at their waists, swept across the wilderness ahead like cheetahs running across the plains.

As the gleaming sword blades swept across, skulls that were no longer recognizable as human were shattered into dust.

Immediately following, amidst the crisp sounds of armor scraping against each other and the deep thud of footsteps, orderly groups of Roman soldiers marched across the green field, methodically navigating the sandstorm and diverting to explore.

The Celtic Queen and the four legion commanders exchanged glances and nodded, then lowered their heads and respectfully murmured behind them.

"Your Highness, the roadblocks have been cleared, we can proceed."

The dull footsteps approached, the ground shook slightly, and yellow-green ripples spread forward several meters.

Within the lush, green avenue, a peculiar creature, towering like a mountain, with antlers on its head, snow-white fur all over its body, and symmetrical red divine markings on its chest, clumsily moved its short limbs, taking small steps forward, appearing adorably endearing.

What's even more peculiar is that with each movement, the green path beneath its feet grows forward a little.

Meanwhile, insects such as bees, butterflies, and ants affectionately accompany these furry and peculiar creatures, while wild animals such as snakes, deer, wolves, and bears run forward from this oasis that rises from the ground.

Behind it, a large group of small creatures, some with transparent wings, some retaining some wild animal features, and some exhibiting certain plant characteristics, gathered together chattering and following, curiously looking around as if they were on an interesting picnic.

A massive Magic Tide gathered around them, so dense that even the spellcasters of Rome were terrified and kept their distance, fearing that these troublesome little creatures might "accidentally" cause the surrounding aether to go out of control and create a man-made disaster.

The Celtic Queen, her red hair flowing, looked up at the other stalemate on the western battlefield, a smile playing on her lips, her heart light and carefree.

Horned God Kernunnos...

The Great Fae Clans...

Old friend, I have not only found the existence you mentioned, but I have also brought it with me!

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