Hera, the Cool and Glamorous Secretary, at Your Service

Antiope was pale, his pupils wide with horror, his heart pounding and trembling. The blood flowing through his veins seemed to carry a trembling fear, which caused his thin fingers to tremble uncontrollably.

A suffocating feeling enveloped her breath, leaving her in disbelief.

Zeus's magical protective field was destroyed. One-fifth of Paradise Island, along with the forest, and a remote training ground where Amazon Warrior had just gathered, were blown away by the shockwave of the nuclear bomb. Their bodies flew and collided in the air, limbs flew everywhere, and blood splattered everywhere, a scene of extreme misery.

The screen transmits no sound, only images, making the silence all the more poignant.

Phillips was stunned, her eyes glazed over, unwilling to believe what had happened. The helpless scenes of the Amazon Warrior were etched into her mind.

Once upon a time, the mighty Amazon Warrior were so powerless, so utterly helpless, destroyed, killed, blown up, their limbs flying, their blood splattered on the collapsed white buildings.

"Duo Li Si!"

Artemis reached out her hand toward the screen, where she could clearly see one of her friends, his arm severed, being thrown high into the air by the nuclear shockwave before crashing heavily into the ruins, his fate unknown.

The camera deliberately slows down the display of silent ruins, the silent sunlight reflecting off the severed limbs and blood, creating a tragic scene.

"Everyone..."

Artemis's pupils trembled as she watched the bodies flying everywhere. The once strong and robust warriors, the many Amazon warriors who had trained and hunted alongside her, now seemed as insignificant as dust, their bodies torn apart in a gruesome manner, blood splattering into the sky.

This horrific scene left the three Amazon Warrior trembling with grief and pain.

However, an even more painful scene was about to unfold.

On the screen, a deep, magnetic male voice narrated again, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"The magical protective field of Paradise Island has been breached. This next nuclear bomb with a yield of 1 megaton is enough to engulf Paradise Island Paradise Island and wipe it off the face of the earth..."

The voice slowly revealed a truth that chilled one to the bone.

On the screen, a 100-ton nuclear bomb began to rise straight up, spewing reddish-white flames as it roared into the sky.

"Stop!"

Antiope was terrified and screamed in horror.

On Paradise Island, which is not protected by a magical protective field, dropping a nuclear bomb of such a large yield would kill more than 99% of the Amazon.

This is not war! This is not the kind of war they imagined, a brutal and bloody battle between two sides.

In that kind of war, even if they died, at the hands of the enemy, they would feel honored.

What we're seeing now is brutal slaughter, devoid of any honor, any intensity of sword and gun combat, any surging feeling of boiling blood, and failing to showcase the combat skills and strong bodies honed over thousands of years by Amazon Warrior.

There is nothing here; this is not a war.

Only now did Antiope realize with horror and chill that this was not a war between them and the Ba Di, but a massacre!

"Stop!"

Phillips gasped for breath, his heart pounding wildly from the shock of the nuclear bomb. His bronze face contorted with terror, and he and Antiope simultaneously cried out in unison.

Ba Di felt very relaxed, his back sinking into the soft sofa.

He opened his mouth, ate a longan that Hera had picked out the pit from and handed to him with her slender fingers, and smiled calmly.

"Without experiencing fear, one cannot know how to yield."

A light smile appeared on Ba Di's lips as he chuckled softly.

That smile is undoubtedly very beautiful, bright, friendly, and gentle.

Antiope, Phillips felt a chill run down his spine; this was a demon who treated life as nothing.

This is the most devilish smile.

Artemis trembled all over, her bronze skin and muscular body suddenly revealing bulging veins like Zha Long, her eyes trembling as they transformed into towering flames of rage, her roar filled with fury.

The horrific scenes flashed through her mind, the agony transforming into a deep rage that filled her head.

On the screen, the missile continues its flight, crossing the ocean.

The thought of Paradise Island being Destruction by nuclear bombs made her lose her composure. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and she gasped for breath, unable to suppress her anger.

"I kill you!!"

Artemis roared in fury, took a step forward, and with a 'boom,' the hard ground sank and cracked open, creating a huge crater. She raised her longsword and charged forward, stirring up a huge gale that swept through the space.

The rows of wine cabinets behind the bar rattled and rustled, and the wine glasses placed on the bar were blown by a gust of wind and fell to the ground with a 'bang', shattering into pieces.

A few documents on the desk were blown away, and papers fluttered down from the sky in a chaotic manner.

The paper spun and fell, like withered leaves.

Artemis, like an ancient God of War, unleashed her anger from oppression and fear. She raised her Sword of Fury, stomped across the office floor, cracking the ground with each step, and ran towards Ba Di. The sword flashed coldly, cleaving through the falling documents and striking Ba Di.

Ba Di remained calm and composed, seemingly lost in his own world, as if oblivious to everything around him.

The aloof and beautiful Hera beside him.

In an instant.

Hera, like a startled leopard, moved with incredible agility, instantly blocking Artemis's path. Amidst Artemis's onslaught, Hera leaned forward and entered her chest, using a Mountain-Leaning Strike posture, her seemingly slender shoulders and back thrusting against Artemis.

'Bang!'

Artemis was torn apart by the airflow like a cannonball and slammed against the wall, hanging in the cracks in the wall. Her eyes were wide open, her sternum was hit hard, and her internal organs were shaking so badly that she felt nauseous and vomiting, as if they were twisted together.

'cough! '

She hung on the wall, coughing up a mouthful of blood, the blood mixed between her pearly teeth, gritting her teeth and angrily looking up at Hera.

Hera withdrew her long legs, gently smoothed her clothes with her hand, and calmly and silently returned to Ba Di's side.

Beside Ba Di, he peeled another lychee for Ba Di, removed the pit, and let Ba Di enjoy it.