Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael, having activated Medusa's Shield, staggered backward.

The demonic boar that crashed into the earthen-yellow light wall was sent flying like a bull charging at high speed, sliding backward for dozens of meters, its four hooves plowing deep furrows in the ground, before finally convulsing and crashing to the ground.

The monster's two sharp fangs were broken in the middle, half of its cheek was deformed, and blood gushed from its torn face, making it look quite miserable.

The fatal wound was the arrow that pierced through the eye socket into the skull, with a cluster of deformed arrowheads emerging from the back of the skull.

This was the very arrow that Atalanta had used to break through the Primal Demon Boar's divine runes defense, and by sheer coincidence, it became the monster's death warrant.

"Are you alright? Are you okay?"

However, the female hunter, realizing what was happening, rushed to Samael immediately, anxiously questioning him while stroking his sternum, cheeks, and other parts of his body.

"Cough, if I can get my revenge this time, I'll be fine..."

Samael blinked, coughed lightly, and smiled.

"boom!"

Atalanta realized her lapse in composure and snapped back to reality. She immediately withdrew her hand, but then, still not satisfied, she raised her hand and slapped Samael on the head, letting out a low, cold snort.

"I'll settle the score with you when we get back! You..."

"Haha, the Calydon hunt is over! What are you all waiting for? Let's cheer for our victors!"

Samael immediately chuckled and changed the subject.

The heroes, regaining their senses, began to strike their shields and, surrounding the towering corpse of the Calydon Boar, chanted the name of Atalanta.

As participants in this hunt and those who ultimately triumphed, they can naturally stand tall and proudly recount their role.

"You're the one who should have taken down this demonic boar, you brat. I'm not going to steal your credit."

The hunter pulled Samael aside and pursed her lips, letting out a soft hum.

Samael paused for a moment, then turned to look at the corpse being watched by the heroes, asking with a half-smile.

"Who broke the divine runes?"

"I…"

"How did the demonic boar die?"

"An arrow piercing the brain..."

Who shot the arrow?

"I…"

"So you see, whether you look at the merits or the deadly weapon, you are the mastermind behind this, and I am at most an accomplice."

Hearing Samael's humorous analogy, Atalanta, who felt indebted and somewhat obsessed with making amends, smiled helplessly and had no choice but to give up. Then, to ease his conscience, he offered his terms.

"Alright then, I'll accept this for now."

"Big Sister is awesome! She's successfully wiped out the Kaludon wild boars!"

“Stop! Tell me what reward you desire, and I can take this opportunity to ask the King of Calydon.”

"Can I ask you for it?"

"Sure, just name whatever you want, as long as it's within my power..."

"Tail! I want to touch Big Sister's tail!"

The ancient serpent image was revealed, its dagger exposed, its eyes gleaming with an intense obsession with achieving a certain accomplishment.

"Snapped!"

But then, without fail, he received another slap on the head.

"Tsk, is that not allowed?"

"Can…"

"So even if...wait, what did you say, boss?"

"I said yes."

"Really?"

"Well, considering how hard you've tried, I'll reluctantly agree to your request."

"no problem!"

"And this is a one-time exception; there will be no next time!"

"I promise!"

Upon hearing Atalanta's agreement, Samael, filled with a sense of joy, nodded eagerly, his heart brimming with delight, and he asked questions with some eagerness.

"So when do we start?"

"Go back, you idiot! Do you want me to do this for all these people?!"

The female hunter's forehead veins bulged, and she exuded a strong murderous aura. The grinding sound of her teeth became increasingly clear.

Samael assured that if he dared to push his luck any further, the lioness, pushed to her limit, would pounce and tear off a chunk of his flesh.

However, being alone, cat ears, animal tail, and being petted—just thinking about it is exciting!

"Tch, can't you be a little more ambitious? Weapons, armor, potions, and valuables—why choose such a pointless request!"

Atalanta had finally calmed down, but when she saw someone's enigmatic smile, she was instantly enraged and gritted her teeth inwardly.

But in an instant, the huntress recalled the lavish scene of that sacrifice, and her lips twitched, her heart aching.

With the favor of the goddess Athena, he doesn't seem to need those things at all.

However, I'm not bad either!

If I offer the whole Calydon boar as a sacrifice to Lady Artemis, she will surely bestow upon me something even better.

Atalanta secretly adjusted her mindset, and then walked excitedly and nervously toward the towering, mountain-like corpse.

The female hunter stroked the vibrant bristles and supple hide of the primitive boar, then bent down, drew her knife, and began to dissect her spoils, carefully keeping the most precious fur and heart.

"Stop! This is the first prey we spotted!"

At the same time, two familiar faces led a group of people out of the bushes, blocking Atalanta's way and shouting arrogantly.

"The Kaludon wild boar has been rampant for over ten years, and people have seen it dozens of times. If it had been discovered earlier, it wouldn't have been your turn, would it?"

Samael stepped forward, casually slapped away the two old men's hands, and frowned with a cold snort.

"Don't try to deny it! We not only found it, but we also launched an attack, causing it serious damage. That's why you benefited!"

The older man answered impatiently, but his eyes lit up when he saw what Atalanta was holding.

"The demonic boar we're dealing with hasn't suffered any injuries whatsoever!"

Samael slammed his spear to the ground, his brow furrowed in fury as he roared.

"You can insult us, but you cannot insult the heroes who sacrificed their lives here to rid Kaludon of the beast scourge! Nor can you denigrate the hardships these crusaders endured!"

Immediately, the heroes around who were injured or had lost their comrades felt the most intense emotions, and each of them glared at these bastards who were trying to take the fruit.

After capturing the Boar of Caludon and having Atalanta take the key parts, even though they suffered some casualties, they could at least save face and gain some benefits along the way.

Now, these two old coffin-heads across from us, with just a few words, have taken away the spoils of war. They've lost so many people, and they're going back empty-handed. Won't they be laughed to death?

Who cares about these scraps of meat? We're only after that girl and what she has that's most precious!

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the elder was about to speak up when, unexpectedly, his eyes reflected two strange and deep red and black colors, and mania and arrogance spread through his heart.

"What are you looking at! I said it's mine, so it's mine! What, a few bones aren't enough for you pack of hounds who came looking for it by the scent?"

You actually compared us to dogs hunted by Calydon?! You were the ones who begged us to come here!

The calm heroes were enraged, not to mention the proud twin swordsmen and the hot-tempered Katniss.

"We're just taking back what's rightfully ours, don't go too far!"

Samael stood in front of the monster's remains with righteous indignation and a glint in his eyes. The heroes, whose anger was gradually being aroused, also couldn't help but argue angrily.

"Enough, you bunch of mad dogs! I'll crush your bones and break your legs, then see if you dare bark again!"

The younger uncle, with a more fiery temper, pointed at the heroes and cursed them.

"Gentlemen, Meleager is coming soon. As long as we don't let those two steal the things before then, the prince will surely make a fair judgment!"

As a "fair and rational" snake, Samael raised his hand to remind the crowd, signaling the heroes to defend their spoils.

"You want to wait for Meleager to come? You want to complain? I'll kill you right now!"

Two members of the Kaludon demigod family, their eyes bloodshot, grinned and brandished their spears. Caught off guard, several heroes were slashed with wounds.

"This old bastard dares to try and kill us, he really thinks we're easy to bully! Damn it, let's get him!"

A roar, seemingly from nowhere, reached everyone's ears, igniting the heroes' fury.

"You bunch of spineless cowards, try and touch us!"

The two noble royal relatives, extremely assertive and arrogant, raised their heads and gave another sharp look.

But at the same time, the heroes' faces were contorted with rage as spears, shields, and longswords rained down in a chaotic barrage.

The heroic cries of the two noble royal relatives were quickly drowned out by the dull sounds of bones breaking and tendons cracking.

Chapter 155 Tears Behind Bars (1/2)

As the sun rose, its bright light dispelled the mist, and the large group heading towards the dense forest quickly drew closer across the wilderness.

Hearing the commotion, the people of Caludon, who had gathered on both sides of the street, were fortunate enough to witness the birth of two joyous events.

First, the demonic boars, which had ravaged the land for over a decade, destroying countless fields and crops and killing hundreds of hunters, were finally eradicated.

In a solemn atmosphere, Prince Meleagerus led his entourage, using hundreds of carriages to transport thousands of large and small boar carcasses, into the city in a grand procession.

The many heroes who participated in the hunt leaned against the carcass of the primordial demon boar, heads held high and chests puffed out.

Its teeth are sharper than a chisel...

Its fur is harder than steel…

It's so big, it's practically a small mountain...

The monster simply lay there quietly, yet it made it difficult for humans to breathe and instilled a strong sense of fear.

Is this the divine punishment that has plagued the Kingdom of Calydon for over a decade?

Today, the gloom that had been weighing on their hearts has finally been torn away.

The incredulous people went up and poked the corpse until they vaguely confirmed that it was real. After a long while, they burst out with almost hoarse shouts and cheers in extreme repression.

A hero sent by heaven! A great hero!

We won! That bastard is finally in trouble!

Moments later, a wave of cheers resounded throughout the capital of Calydon, making it almost impossible for the hunting party to move an inch.

People snapped up all the flowers and wine in the vicinity, flocking forward to shower the returning heroes with petals and offer them food and drink as a token of their gratitude.

The atmosphere became even more somber as the group of victims were transported back to the capital.

But as the last two royal nobles came into view, an eerie silence was followed by cheers that seemed to rise even higher than when the demonic pig entered the arena.

So, the second piece of good news is something those who know, know.

As evening fell, a campfire was lit, and the burning spices released a captivating fragrance into the air.

The young and promising Prince Caledon and his aged king led their people in a solemn sacrifice to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, with the carcass of a magical boar and fine cattle and sheep, to atone for their past mistakes.

As for the Queen of Calydon, she caught a cold and was unwell, so the banquet that was originally scheduled to be held in the palace had to be cancelled.

Afterwards, Prince Meleager, who took over the reins from his father, even distributed the harvested demon pork to the people so that they could relieve their suppressed emotions.

So the people of Calyudon, having received two pieces of good news in succession, devoured the flesh of the monsters, drank wine, sang and danced, and held a feast all night long to celebrate this great victory.

The heroes who participated in the Calydon hunt were drawn into the seating area in small groups by beautiful girls and admiring young men.

The atmosphere at this grand banquet, which was a celebration for all, was even more lively and joyous because of the absence of the king and queen.

Prince Calydon, who was wandering around the hall offering toasts, turned around but did not find the face he was looking for, and shook his head helplessly.

It seems that the two heroes of the Calydon hunt left the venue early.