Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"puff!"

In an instant, a figure took a running start, raised a round shield, swung his arm and threw a spear, which brutally pierced the neck of a Triceratops, dragging it seven or eight meters away and pinning it firmly to the ground.

"Buzz!"

The sharp javelin, like a thunderclap piercing through the fog, jolted the Uruk soldiers, who were at a loss when faced with these terrifying beings, awakening them from their daze.

"Boom!"

"Sparta!"

"Boom!"

"Sparta!"

The monotonous and repetitive muscle and combat training of the past kept coming back to mind. In a strange sense of familiarity, the Uruk soldiers' somewhat stiff bodies regained their senses.

They simultaneously brandished their weapons, struck their shields, and rallied their ranks, dividing and encircling the monsters that had climbed onto the defensive line, their weapons thrusting forward with precision and mechanical speed.

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Chapter 54 I'm sorry, I'm the mole (Third update)

puff!

Samael, who had climbed up the city wall, pulled his javelin from the neck of the triceratops. He was amazed as he looked at the spearhead, still embedded in the bricks and stones and still gleaming coldly.

As expected of the craftsmanship of the Um family, the casting level during the Age of Gods is truly inexplicable by science.

Stab it!

Just as the ancient serpent retrieved its spear, another swooping bipedal dragon swung its claws and aimed for his head and neck.

However, at the last moment, a fair arm, like a venomous python, reached out, grabbed the beast's claw, and slammed it directly onto the city wall, turning it into a pile of bloody, mangled flesh.

Even after easily dispatching the ambush beast, the ancient serpent's eyes were still filled with a gloomy atmosphere. Looking back, the city wall had become a brutal battlefield.

Shouts, crashes, screams, and the sound of flesh being torn apart rose and fell, converging into a melody thick with the stench of blood.

"Shield up! Spear up! Thrust!"

"Put your gun away! Step back! Thrust!"

"The three divine seals on the left, with two interlocking wings!"

"Rear guards, follow up! Finish them off! Leave no survivors!"

"Wyvern! Wyvern! Move the net-throwing device over here!"

"Are all the magicians and priests dead? Cast a dispelling spell and continue the divine prayer!"

"The priestess! Where's the priestess?! Help! I'm telling you, help the hell out!"

As elite troops who had resisted for half a year, the Uruk soldiers quickly regained their fighting spirit after the initial chaos.

They were well-trained and assembled into a Spartan phalanx, raising their round shields and repeatedly thrusting their spears out from the gaps, like hedgehogs rolling and sweeping across the Babylonian defenses.

Magicians, priestesses, and priests also entered their meditative state, closely following the protection of the Spartan phalanx, stabilizing their minds to cast spells and activate the array patterns engraved on the defensive line.

Instantly, the massive invasion of monsters was abruptly halted.

Similarly, the citizens of Uruk during the Age of Gods were not all pushovers.

After all, they dared to use hunting monsters as a rite of passage into adulthood; those who weren't tough enough would have been eliminated by the cruel environment long ago.

Therefore, the chef on the street corner who made delicious pastries drew his scimitar and carefully observed the surroundings through the crack in the door.

An elderly man, who usually enjoys basking in the sun and taking walks, took down a hard bow and arrows from the wall, slightly opened the window, and aimed the arrows at the floating lizards.

The auntie at the apothecary poured out the concocted potion; its strange smell made the magical beasts dizzy and want to avoid it at all costs.

After the initial chaos, the hundred or so wyverns scattered towards Uruk were constantly attacked by hunters from the shadows.

Although the damage was not significant, it was extremely insulting.

Furthermore, as manpower began to be allocated to the sacrificial site, the shrine of the priestesses, the astrological platform, and the eastern gate barracks, these two-legged dragons dared not land easily.

At this time, the crisis in the hinterland gradually subsided, while the battle on the front lines intensified.

In addition to the aerial threats, the Uruk soldiers also encountered a large number of Mushhushu, which resembled a combination of earth dragons and lizards, crawling in from the outside through holes.

Samael also viewed the situation on the high walls of Babylonia with skepticism.

To the west, Leonidas, having fully unleashed his divine power, was using his talent for taunting to barely hold off the blue dragon Bashium; he was risking his life for it.

Amidst the roars of the superior dragon race, the lower-ranking races from the three major dragon attribute branches—the Triceratops, Wyverns, and Mushuhushu—summoned by the power of their bloodlines, continued to harass them.

Therefore, in the middle section of the city wall, the battle between humans and monsters is in full swing.

As for the east side, it has been completely destroyed by the aftermath of Anna's battle with the Chains of Heaven.

The city wall, which was reinforced inch by inch and solidified by superimposed magic, was cut down by more than ten meters.

After losing two groups of people in succession, the spellcasters and soldiers in the vicinity stayed far away from that central area, and even the ferocious magical beasts instinctively avoided it.

Samael's serpentine pupils narrowed as he looked towards the eastern battlefield where arcs of light and storms crisscrossed. He could already vaguely see Anna completely at a disadvantage, struggling to hold on.

In an instant, rings of shattered golden light spread out from the Lock of Heaven. The inexplicable sense of oppression caused the ancient serpent to catch its breath and its expression to change drastically.

Anna, who was in the inner circle, felt even more uncomfortable, as if she were stuck in a quagmire.

During this brief pause, the golden vortex opened from above, and the sharp cone of the Lock of Heaven pressed towards Anna.

Divine restraint? The power of this divinely created weapon has been fully activated!

Seeing this, the ancient serpent awakened the strange power accumulated within its body.

With a powerful stomp, Samael's trousers ripped open, revealing his two bare thighs, which instantly swelled up, their bulging muscles resembling hard marble.

"Go away!"

The two angry lions that leaped onto the high wall had no time to react before they were viciously pierced through by a spear thrust out from the darkness, and then fell to the ground like a string of candied hawthorns.

"boom!"

Instinctively, Anna managed to raise her hand, lift the scythe, and hold it horizontally in front of her chest, barely managing to block the cone.

At the same time, the immortal artifact, amidst the tremors, slipped from the purple-haired loli's palm, whistling as it fell into the air and embedded itself in a half-collapsed wall.

Although Anna blocked the Chains of Heaven's piercing attack, the problem is that the Chains of Heaven has a cone on each side!

Danger!

Instinctively sensing something was wrong, Samael saw another golden vortex expand in front of Anna. He immediately abandoned all pretense of concealment and unleashed a torrent of magic, altering the structure of his body.

Amidst the sound of tearing clothes, a lion-headed storm demon named Ugal, taking advantage of the darkness, brutally smashed through a group of scattered "friendly forces," moving unimpeded along its path.

The outstretched claw hooked onto the chain connecting the scythe, and continued its frantic run.

However, due to the intense battle between the Chains of Heaven and Anna, the broken walls were uneven, and even at the end of the battlefield, there was a gap as long as twenty meters.

At this moment, the Lionhead Storm Demon, whose speed was increasing rapidly, had no time to stop. It immediately picked up an unlucky Uldemon, tossed it into the air, and hurled it.

As it fell, the traitor who had infiltrated the monster horde climbed up the edge of the city wall, leaped up, and stepped onto the back of the Uldim, soaring upwards against the wind.

"Anna!"

A sudden low growl from below caused the goddess's juvenile form, trapped within the Heavenly Lock's restrictive circle, to lower her head in astonishment and look at the monster leaping towards her with its claws flailing.

"Buzz!"

The air vibration that followed made the purple-haired loli, whose divinity was suppressed, stand on end.

"then!"

At the critical moment, the monster in mid-air twisted its waist and swung the scythe wrapped around its hind claws at its owner.

The purple-haired loli, who instinctively took the weapon's handle, felt her palm tighten the moment the monster landed, and her petite body plummeted downwards.

"boom!"

The goddess's juvenile form spread its legs and sat firmly on the back of the strange monster, the impact nearly knocking it off balance.

Immediately afterwards, the Lionhead Storm Demon, who had betrayed his allies, turned tail and ran without saying a word.

Chapter 55 I'm Not a Lolicon! (Fourth Update)

On the city walls where the battle was at a stalemate, the lion-headed storm demon carrying Anna nimbly leaped and bounded among the broken rocks and monsters.

The nearby Angry Lion Ulidim, and even the Triceratops and Angry Serpent Mushuhuxiu, whose bloodlines had deteriorated several generations, were all stunned in place upon smelling the special scent of this high-level magical beast.

The purple-haired loli, her hood blown off by the wind, crouched down on the back of Ugal, clutching its mane tightly with both hands, repeatedly confirming the familiar soul fluctuations, and then hesitantly whispered.

"You are...Samael?!"

"That's right!"

"how come?"

"Escape is the priority, we'll talk about the details later! Sit tight!"

The treacherous ancient serpent, using low-level magical beasts as cover, turned its head and responded hastily, temporarily calming the little girl's tension.

"Ok!"

Anna nodded emphatically without hesitation, showing unconditional trust in Samael, who had transformed.

Just now, if it weren't for the demonic beast he had transformed into, pulling him out of the Heavenly Lock's restrictive circle, he would probably be seriously injured if not dead.

Furthermore, after spending more than a month together, she realized that Samael was a very good person and would never have any bad intentions!

However, the innocent little girl didn't notice at all.

The moment she squeezed her slender legs together and bent her body down, the running Lion-Headed Storm Demon nearly stumbled and almost fell into the gap in the front wall.

hiss!

"This is killing me!" Samael screamed inwardly as he ran desperately to escape the Chains of Heaven's pursuit.

In fact, in his beast form, Samael's fur, flesh, bones, and fascia are all products of magical mutation.

In other words, this traitor who infiltrated the enemy camp is still naked!

At this moment, Anna, with her legs tightly clamped together, unconsciously rubbed her skin against that beast's waist and abdomen.

At the same time, her firm and youthful little buttocks rose and fell with the bumps, and her immature upper body clung to the lion-mane-like fur to reduce resistance.

Waves of ecstatic sensations continuously washed over and accumulated in the mind of this wicked beast, and the area that housed and gathered these impure thoughts gradually began to harden and deteriorate.

Immediately, the Lionhead Storm Demon's steps became unsteady and erratic, and it was nearly overtaken several times by the Heavenly Chains that shot out from behind.

Good heavens! Stop shaking it!

The ancient serpent inwardly grimaced and howled, but once the words left its mouth, they instantly transformed into a serious and somber reminder.

"Anna, watch out for what's behind you."

"I need to accelerate and break out of the range of the Heavenly Lock's power as soon as possible!"

"Ok!"

The purple-haired loli tightened her little face and nodded seriously.

Immediately, Anna noticed an unusual sharp sound in the air to her left. She immediately hooked one arm around the neck of her mount, turned her body to the side, and swung her scythe with the other hand, knocking open the Heavenly Lock that was chasing her from the darkness.

The force recoiled, and two round, soft, unripe lumps of flesh pressed heavily onto Samael's tailbone, sending tingling electric currents through him.

I'm not a lolicon!

I'm not a lolicon!

I'm not a lolicon!

As it swatted a suspicious Ulidem to death with a single swipe of its claws, the ancient serpent bared its fangs and murmured oaths in its mind.

I am not...

But in an instant, seemingly because the two had escaped to the edge of the Heavenly Lock, dozens of chains that had split off from behind rushed up at once.

Overwhelmed by the pressure, Anna immediately closed her legs and tightly gripped her mount's waist and abdomen.

The young girl's upper body, which was fixed in place, sometimes leaned to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes backward, sometimes forward, swaying flexibly like a boneless snake.

The magical weapon wielded by her small hands, capable of slashing horizontally and vertically, could always intercept the Heavenly Locks from incredible angles.