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Chapter 1632: Chapter 359: A Woman’s Weapon

How could the Pegasus constellation be unknown? I even know about the Phoenix constellation and the Fairy constellation!

Don’t think I haven’t watched Kurumada’s Battle Fighters!

— Watched!

— Viewed as BL manga! Haha!

Suya and her little companions went off to share the fresh food from the basket, leaving Lamias to digest the intelligence she had just gathered by herself.

Through her inquiries, Lamias learned that the mission carried out by the Pegasus Camp last night was a success, directly destroying a major grain warehouse of the enemy camp, significantly weakening the extended combat capability and morale of the human kingdom under Hades’ camp.

Currently, the generals of the Allied Forces human kingdom are pursuing the victory, planning to continue expanding the victory… This is the first major victory for the human kingdom since the start of the divine war.

Everyone is discussing this matter, and the gloomy atmosphere in yesterday’s logistics camp seems to have been swept away… Lamias felt slightly relieved.

At least, if the war were turning towards a worsening direction, she would eventually be dispatched to the frontline while staying in the logistics camp—escape would be nearly impossible, as Suya mentioned that the Allied Forces have specific Wizards to monitor deserters.

This is the Battlefield of the Gods; who knows what terrifying abilities those Wizards have from the mythological era?

“Currently, with significant victory on the side of the Allied Forces human kingdom, it should be relatively safe,” Lamias mused: “Since the task is to find someone, it might as well be during this time…”

…

In the following days, alongside the success of Pegasus Camp’s secret operation, the news of the Allied Forces’ great victory kept pouring in… occasionally, there were even some messages from the Battlefield of the Gods.

Last time, the War God Ares was cut down personally by Hades while also being severely injured by the furious Lord of the Sky and other Main Gods; currently Hades’ side on the Battlefield of the Gods is in a defensive position.

They seem to see the dawn of victory.

The mood of the Allied Forces warriors is visibly good, but Lamias isn’t as cheerfully affected—over the past few days, she spent all her spare time wandering the barracks… She didn’t know who she was meant to find but knew that encountering them would result in some kind of intuition, yet she couldn’t ascertain what that intuition might be.

Overall, over consecutive days, she hadn’t felt the slightest special sense at all… but grew familiar with the entire logistics camp.

“It seems that this logistics camp doesn’t have the person I’m supposed to find, then…” Heading towards the Pegasus Camp area with a bucket of feed, Lamias couldn’t help but frown: “I need to head to other camps.”

Hoping to find the person within the human kingdom of the Allied Forces; if located at the enemy camp, that would be quite troublesome—but if exclusively in the enemy’s human kingdom camp, there would always be ways, yet if at the Battlefield of the Gods…

She wouldn’t forget the scene like a meteor crashing into the earth when she first arrived at this Battlefield of the Gods.

There will be death… absolute death!

“Lami? Lami, it’s you!”

A man’s voice roused Lamias from her contemplation… Surprised, she gazed at a young man wearing casual clothes standing before her: Satur!

“It’s really you, Lami,” said the young Bronze Saint of Aquila, whose face now bore a bright smile.

Lamias was startled, then quietly replied, “Apologies, Lord Satur, I didn’t recognize you without your battle armor.”

“Wearing the Bronze Cloth consumes a lot of energy; usually, it is stored in the Cloth Box during non-battle times.” Satur seemed to be in a good mood today, joking as he said, “Do you think I’m more handsome wearing the Cloak of Sanctity?”

Probably due to the influence of a lack of righteousness from above, without mentioning the chaotic private life of the Lord of the Sky on Mount Olympus, the human kingdom is currently also a gust of open hormonal atmosphere.

Last night, Suya secretly asked Lamias if she was interested in visiting the tents of the Pegasus Knights—she naturally refused… although it’s quite open, nothing forced has happened.

On the battlefield, morals can often be loosened; perhaps Satur was merely seeking release from the stress of continuous battles.

“I’ve always admired Saint Fighters.” Lamias raised her head, eyes sparkling with starlight.

Satur laughed heartily a few times, then spun his eyes and said, “Wait for me.”

Go ahead, walking hormone, I know roughly what you’re aiming to do!

Lamias squinted her eyes… sensing that if she wants to leave this logistics camp and venture elsewhere, the key might lie in this Bronze Satur.

Before long, Satur returned with a huge bronze box—originally, regarding the affairs related to Saint Fighters that Suya had mentioned, Lamias had some reservations.

But when she saw this bronze box Satur was carrying—okay, this definitely isn’t the Ancient Greek God Kingdom from the official history.

Lamia also faintly felt that the world where Greek Pantheon appears isn’t the same place as her original world.

“Lami, would you like me to demonstrate here?” Satur smiled gently, showing his shiny, well-maintained teeth.

Lamias swiftly said, “Lord, I think we need some food; today’s weather is wonderful, and I have finished my work early. I know a place ahead with a very nice, quiet stream that would make a perfect picnic spot.”

“Hahaha.” Satur’s mood grew increasingly better.

As a promising Sacred Warrior in the camp, he had a lot of privileges—gourmet food and fine wine, instantly prepared things.

Moments later, the two appeared by a serene stream outside the camp… Lamias carefully set up things for the picnic, while inquiring about Satur’s journey to becoming a Saint Fighter.

The path to becoming a Saint Fighter was worth bragging about to others—at least, for Satur, he happily spoke of this experience.

“…Every warrior who aims to become a Saint Fighter undergoes rigorous training from a young age. In the Sanctuary, like me, many youths dream of becoming a Bronze. My teacher, for his entire life, failed to become a Bronze Saint Fighter; I am his greatest hope.”

Lamias poured Satur a cup of wine, “Is it really so difficult to become a Bronze Saint Fighter?”

“It’s difficult! Even for me, it was just luck,” Satur reminisced. “We conditioned our bodies to the limit, enduring pain far beyond human limits, constantly suppressing our inner potential. Only the strongest body can withstand the power of the Cloak of Sanctity. Besides that, you also need qualities that match the cloak to gain its recognition. There were people who defeated many opponents, deemed the strongest in the competition for the cloak, but ultimately failed to gain the cloak’s recognition, ending their days as ordinary Keyboard Fighters.”

“Qualities that match the Cloak of Sanctity?” Lamias blinked, batting her eyelashes invitingly, “Sir, what are your qualities?”

“I am a soul in pursuit of freedom,” Satur smiled slightly. “The compatibility with the Aquila Cloth is the highest among my contemporaries… Of course, I’m also the strongest among my batch.”

“You’re really impressive!” Lamias showed admiration and then asked, “But, if one doesn’t gain the cloak’s recognition, is there really no way to wear it?”

Satur answered sternly, “Without gaining the cloak’s recognition, forcibly wearing it will result in being destroyed by the cloak’s overwhelming power.”

Lamias showed a frightened expression.

Satur laughed heartily and stood up, and at that moment, the Bronze Cloth Box suddenly opened, emitting a cyan light… Lamias watched everything unfold.

The Aquila Cloth pieces flew out from the box and attached to Satur’s body piece by piece.

“You’re truly majestic, Lord Satur!”

Lamias continued to pour wine… Satur, with his powerful physique, paid no mind to the alcohol, drinking as if it was water—by the way, Satur was barely nineteen when he became a Bronze Saint Fighter.

He wished to maintain romantic relationships with several young, beautiful women like other warriors in the camp—and before Lamias, he had succeeded once.

With the status of a Bronze Saint Fighter, combined with youth, strength, and handsome appearance, the women in the camp couldn’t resist… Satur, already experienced, burned with desire as he watched Lamias, continuously emitting signals of hormones.

Finally, in a heated moment, Satur removed the Bronze Cloth directly and lifted Lamias’s chin, “Lamias, from the first time I saw you, I liked you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Marry me after this divine war is over.”

These were clearly affectionate words… Lamias’s eyelashes moved slightly, like a startled animal, gently pushing Satur away, bowing her head, “I’ve heard many women also like you… Sir.”

“They’re no match for you.” Satur’s body heated up even more and eventually directly lunged forward.

Lamias just lightly dodged to the side, making Satur fall to the ground… and he didn’t get up again.

Lamias furrowed her brows and murmured, “These Saint Fighters truly have terrifying physiques…”

Heavenly horses become highly excited and unable to rest if constantly engaged, so to help them rest well, female warriors who take care of the heavenly horses generally use a special herb-infused potion to help the horses sleep.

After using triple the dose of potion… it took quite a while to finally have Satur sleep deeply.

Lamias shook her head, stood up, and after lightly kicking Satur a few times, she coldly snickered, “With this, you want to sleep with me? A kid who hasn’t even grown all his hair!”

“Alright, you can come out now… Nemiz.”

Lamias spoke loudly and quickly at the moment, and the next moment, an obese woman hurriedly emerged from the woods… Nemiz, also one of the female warriors responsible for feeding the heavenly horses at the Pegasus Camp, had intense desires, but unfortunately went unnoticed.

Nemiz, who was twice the size of Lamias, walked over, “Are you really going to let me have this opportunity?”

“Haven’t you always wanted to sleep with a Saint Fighter?” Lamias quickly said, “Look at him, young, handsome, with a limitless future… Isn’t it a perfect body?”

The fat-faced woman couldn’t help but breathe quickly, though she hesitated some, “If Lord Satur wakes up…”

“It’s just a fling,” Lamias squinted and smiled, “Do you think Satur will make a big fuss when he wakes up? This might be your only chance.”

“Why are you helping me?” Nemiz warily watched Lamias, but couldn’t get her gaze away from Satur’s strong body.

“I need the identity of Satur’s lover.” Lamias said indifferently, “But I don’t want to commit myself to him… So I need a substitute. You don’t have to agree, I’ll do it myself, and… you’ll remain the unnoticed Nemiz.”

“Lord Satur, Lord Satur…” Nemiz, as if enchanted, kept chanting his name… Suddenly, she lunged onto Satur’s body…

Lamias coldly smiled, slowly stepped back, “Enjoy it, at least you won’t have nothing, at least you’ve slept.”

Finally, Nemiz remembered there was a spectator nearby, sanity returned slightly, she quickly hugged Satur and moved behind a large boulder.

Lamias picked up an apple and began eating, then turned her eyes to the box holding the Aquila Cloth… She hesitated for a moment and eventually walked in front of the box, reaching out to touch it.

But just as her fingers touched the box, a current-like energy stung her fingers… She immediately withdrew them, breaking into a cold sweat.

“Hmm… What is this?”

It was something revealed on Satur’s clothing… a thumb-sized purple crystal tied by a string.

From behind the boulder, Nemiz’s voice could be faintly heard… Despite everything, Nemiz’s voice was surprisingly pleasant?

Lamias froze, goosebumps rising, grasped the purple crystal from the clothes.

At this moment, the purple crystal in her hand emitted a faint glow… the glow shot into Lamias’s eyes.

Lamias immediately became dazed… After a while, she softly snorted, exhausted, collapsing on the ground, breathing heavily, muttering.

“Cloak of Sanctity communication meditation training… training?”

Lamias suddenly looked towards the direction of the boulder, then angrily, “Satur, you’ve tricked me… Nemiz! I have an Energy Herb over here, for heavenly horses, do you want it!!”

“… Give it to me!”

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PS: Next chapter before 12 o’clock…