Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The low, mournful chants echoed across the empty, chaotic surface of the abyss.

Resembling an old man, a noblewoman, a youth, a child, a saint, or a prisoner.

Like the voice of one person, like the voice of millions.

"...Let there be light..."

As soon as the command was given, a beam of light shot into the sky, tearing through the almost eternal darkness.

Under the light, a tall, slender figure walked on the surface of the flowing black mud, with two joined mud slabs appearing in front of him.

Countless runes intertwine and transform on the uneven surface, writing new chapters.

The blinding light and the infinite outpouring of divinity originate from this.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

As the darkness that swallowed the world rapidly dissipated, the Yamata no Orochi was incredulous.

"You don't understand what 'possible' means at all..."

The figure walking on the surface of the abyss slowly raised its head, spoke leisurely, its calm gaze not stirring the slightest ripple.

A strong sense of humiliation once again lingered in the heart of the Yamata no Orochi, and fear was filled with rage.

Eat him, and you'll become stronger!

If you eat him, this whole world will become your food!

At this moment, the calamity god, which had already reached a height of over a thousand meters and whose body was so large that it could support the sky and the earth, swung its eight tails and roared with its eight heads.

"The mountains and rivers roar, the eight veins surge with fury!"

In an instant, countless slag remnants, melted and devoured, surged out from the dark abyss, like a world-ending wave, rushing towards that figure, attempting to extinguish the light in that inch of darkness.

“God said, ‘Let there be an air between the waters, to separate the waters from the waters.’”

Samael slowly raised his right hand, and the red and black mud flow that was over ten thousand feet high seemed to freeze, stopping abruptly in front of him and automatically separating.

Some of it rises into the sky and becomes clouds and rain, while the rest sinks to the ground, forming rivers and streams.

Nourished by the flowing water, the land revealed its undulations, the sky outlined its lines, and the chaotic and empty world regained its color and shape.

Seeing the light crashing down on it, the Yamata no Orochi, trapped in darkness, panicked. Its pupils contracted sharply, and it struggled to raise its head and hiss.

"Go to hell, die, die!"

Wheel of Fortune, Flying Head, Earth Spider, Great Tengu, and many other evil spirits and demons spawned in the black mud, swarming towards the figure walking on foot across the abyss, trying to disrupt his chanting.

However, faced with the overwhelming monsters, Samael simply waved his hand, as if to announce or to mourn.

"You came from dust, and you will return to dust..."

Tens of thousands of ghosts and monsters immediately turned into dust, which fell in abundance, filling the void in the earth.

"Let there be lights in the sky to separate day from night, and to serve as signs, to mark seasons, days, and years..."

Samael's fingers traced a line, illuminating the sun, moon, and stars, restoring order to the world.

As the final stroke was completed, the clay tablet of destiny hanging in front of the ancient serpent hummed and trembled.

The blazing white light rippled outwards, shattering the distorted space and the stagnant time. The whole world broke free from the constraints of the glass frame and became vibrant and alive again.

The people on the gun tower opened their eyes in a daze, looking at the unchanging scenery around them, and inexplicably felt as if they had been transported to another world.

That brief glance felt like an eternity.

On the desolate plains, the Yamata no Orochi has shrunk considerably in size, now less than a hundred meters long.

Furthermore, it felt the power it had previously absorbed into its body being gradually drained away.

Uncontrollable, irresistible!

"So what?"

The Yamata no Orochi coiled up, raised its head, and frantically flicked its tongue.

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

The eight tail vertebrae, like swords, crossed and stabbed at the figure that was not far away.

Facing the eight tail vertebrae rushing towards him, Samael remained unmoved. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed at a spot between the forked and unforked parts of the snake's head, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

"is it?"

"puff!"

Before the words were finished, eight whistling tail vertebrae pierced the air, and a red and black snake scale was suddenly torn off, thick blood gushing from the wound.

"Ow!"

The majestic god of calamity let out a shrill cry of pain, and its body trembled involuntarily.

Samael tossed aside the basin-sized scale in his hand, looked at the two valves rising and falling in the writhing flesh, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"found it……"

Due to variations in body size, the seven-inch mark of different snake species will always deviate somewhat when compared in actual measurements.

This did indeed take him quite a bit of time to determine.

But the more times it clashes with others, and the more complex the magic it uses, the harder it is to hide its true core.

Samael raised his vertical pupils, which were covered in intricate patterns, and looked at the figure encased in the two lobes, giving a meaningful smile.

"It seems you are not truly immortal..."

Oops!

Upon hearing this, the Yamata no Orochi's scales suddenly bristled, and it involuntarily shrank back, its eight tail vertebrae instinctively protecting its wound.

However, as soon as the tailbone lifted, the night sky suddenly brightened.

The God of Calamity subconsciously looked up and was shocked to find that thousands of magic array diagrams had spread across the sky, interlocking and rotating with each other to form a complex magic array stretching for tens of kilometers.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the blazing light wheel crashed down, and the towering Yamata no Orochi was instantly crushed into a pulp, its flesh and blood flying everywhere.

With a deafening roar, a massive mushroom cloud rose from the wilderness, creating a huge cone-shaped crater nearly 100 kilometers in diameter on the ground.

In the highly crystallized pit, two valves, wrapped in a pile of carbonized flesh and blood, ruptured. Two figures, one tall and one short, slumped in the filth of blood and mud, looking utterly lost and pale.

How could this be? Even Father...

Shuten-dōji's hands trembled, his heart filled with shock, anger, and resentment.

"The divine side of Ibuki-dōji, the demonic side of Shuten-dōji, it turns out you two are the keys to summon it..."

The thoughtful whispers in my ear were like the murmurs of a demon.

Shuten-dōji looked up at the figure walking step by step from the bottom of the pit, his pupils contracting sharply.

"Void, Storm, Thunder—The Sound of the Gods…!"

Just as the monster in human skin approached Shuten-dōji, a rapid roar came from the other side, and a series of gusts of wind, thunder, and spatial distortions bombarded the area where the monster was located.

Instantly, smoke and dust billowed up from the deep pit, leaving it in a complete mess.

"What? You think you can beat me with these?"

A calm and gentle voice pierced through the raging lightning and gale, and the figure walked forward without stopping, step by step, over the swirling sand and dust.

Even the thunderbolts as thick as buckets and the distortion of space couldn't lift a single corner of his clothes.

But facing the monster that seemed to inspire despair, Ibuki-dōji, whose face was as pale as paper, managed to force out a mocking smile.

"I don't need to win, just keeping you occupied is enough!"

Upon hearing this, Samael turned to look at the other side.

The place was now empty; the Shuten-dōji from before had vanished without a trace.

So that's how it was...

The ancient snake turned its head to one side, its eyes suddenly filled with realization.

opportunity!

Seeing his opponent relax for a moment, Ibuki-dōji suddenly stood up, his pale face flushed with blood, and his right hand curled up and clenched behind him.

Suddenly, a dark blue-black longsword with blades on both sides flew out from the broken tail of the Yamata no Orochi with a trembling sound and fell into Ibuki-dōji's hand.

The Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, also known as the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, is a divine weapon born from the tail of the Yamata-no-Orochi, the calamity god. Even the Ame-no-Habakiri, the sword of the gods wielded by Susanoo, is no match for it. It is the foremost of the three legendary sacred treasures of Japan, possessing unparalleled sharpness and indestructibility.

Father, grant me the authority to defeat the mighty enemy!

Ibuki-dōji silently recited the words in his mind, his lips moving rapidly as he chanted.

"Between the mortal world and the underworld, we know the fragility and impermanence of all things. Kamui draws his sword—'Divine Sword: Kusanagi no Tachi'!"

The divine sword was raised high, carrying layers of etheric torrents catalyzed by power, which swept towards the monster at the bottom of the pit.

But the gap cannot be bridged by passion alone.

The miracle ultimately did not occur.

As the air rippled, the two joined Destiny Tablets floated before Samael. Wherever the light reached, all was calm, and the floodwaters vanished without a trace.

Ibuki-dōji, still in a sword-wielding stance, looked through the gaps in the assembled Destiny Tablets at the demon who had defeated the Father God, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

"Foreign serpent god, I've defeated you..."

"Yes, that's amazing."

Samael nodded slightly, expressing his sincere admiration, his gaze glancing at the right side of his collar.

There, a damp stain was spreading out.

"Haha, you're not bad either."

Ibuki-dōji, half-covered in flesh and blood, laughed heartily, showing no fear, his eyes burning with fierce flames.

"Just wait, when I'm fully grown up, as big as Father God, I'll definitely have another match with you!"

Amidst the rousing declaration, spiderweb-like cracks spread across her body, and inch by inch, flames erupted from within, exacerbating her physical collapse.

This is the price paid for forcibly activating all of Orochi's powers and unleashing that sword strike with his own strength.

However, by delaying it this far, she had already achieved her goal.

I suppose my younger sister has already escaped back to the castle tower safely.

As long as she is still alive, there is a possibility of resurrection for both myself and God the Father.

Just wait, you foreign serpent god, we will meet again!

Next time, next time, I won't lose to you so easily!

Ibuki-dōji looked at the man in front of her with a meaningful gaze, imprinting his appearance deeply into her mind. His tall figure, along with the incomplete remains of the calamity god, shattered inch by inch in the burning flames, turning into specks of light and dust that drifted away.

However, in her last dazed glance, she seemed to see that person raise the stone slab in his hand, a strange smile on his face.

The great battle ended, and dawn broke.

As the sunlight streamed down, the heroic spirits of the Shogunate slumped onto the ruins of Shinjuku, gazing at the desolate landscape beyond the walls that resembled the surface of the moon, their emotions turbulent and unable to calm down for a long time.

Is this... a war of gods?

At this moment, they already understood that the man was not a heroic spirit, but a god!

"You actually let the other one get away? Have you been messing around with women too much?"

At the edge of the deep pit, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) leaned down and looked at Samael at the bottom. She raised an eyebrow, put her hands on her hips, and made a sarcastic remark.

"Exactly! He's been fooling around and cheating on his wife for so long, but he doesn't even bother to pick up a woman from his own garden. It's outrageous!"

Jeanne Alter had been nodding in agreement with the first half of the statement, but upon hearing the abrupt change in tone, her face flushed red, and she glared at the grinning Jeanne Alter as she scurried over.

"Oh dear, why are you blushing? Did I say something wrong?"

Chloe blinked, looking innocent and pure, and muttered something under her breath.

"You were the first one to arrive at the scene, wasn't it because you were worried about Dad...?"

"Puff puff!"

Before Xiao Hei could finish speaking, several iron stakes shot out of the ground one after another, and Hei Zhen's eyes seemed to spit fire.