Sister's Skull-Crushing Kill!

The Norse Valkyrie, the Roman Amazon Warriors, and now the newly reinforced Greek Combat Nymphs—his high-tier forces had expanded considerably, giving him an absolute advantage here.

Even with Mithra, the God of Light's authority empowering them, the little Ifrit spirits in the Persians' magic lamps could not withstand Greece's aerial forces at all.

Samael's thoughts turned, and he nodded in satisfaction, looking even more relaxed.

To show his gratitude, the ancient serpent raised a hand and tossed out a bag of snacks for the old Nymph friends gathered nearby to share. The little things immediately scrambled over each other to snatch them all up.

Daphne, whose hands were too slow and who had failed to grab much, wrinkled her delicate nose in frustration.

However, when her arms suddenly grew heavy, the little Nymph looked at the small pouch someone had secretly slipped her. Her face instantly brightened. She cautiously looked around, then snatched up her haul and sneakily kept it all for herself.

Delighted by such preferential treatment, she fluttered over like a little dragonfly, bumped into Samael's face, and planted a loud kiss on him. Then she happily beat her little wings and flew off to a secluded corner to continue enjoying her treasure alone.

Samael paused slightly, rubbed the wet mark on his cheek with his thumb, then chuckled and shook his head. That girl was still as reckless as ever.

Gulp...

The ancient serpent glanced at the foolish bird beside him, who was staring straight at him and unconsciously swallowing saliva. He raised a hand, produced another bag of snacks, opened it, and held it before Harpy.

"If you want some, take it yourself."

The Harpy, whose appetite had been stirred, brightened at once and eagerly dug out the contents, swallowing them whole.

A tiny fruit went