Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Her infamy is widespread in China, India, and Japan, and she has been repeatedly condemned by humans and heroes. However, because of her cleverness, cunning, and superb survival skills, as well as her love for causing trouble and traveling, this cunning fox can always escape justice by changing locations after each crime and changing her identity after each misdeed. The numerous misdeeds she has committed are too many to count.

In theory, the five demons who brought down dynasties—Lady Huayang of India, Meixi of the Xia Dynasty, Daji of the Shang Dynasty, Baosi of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and Tamamo-no-Mae of Japan—are all inextricably linked to this scoundrel in front of us.

Tamamo-no-Mae was most likely the name she used in her final days, and Xiaoyu's alias clearly fits this description.

However, Samael had previously sensed through a faint perception that the dead fox's nine tails did not seem to be complete.

It seems that he may have caused another accident this time. He was being chased and ran away, and by some twist of fate, he fell into the Chaos Sea and drifted there, eventually encountering him.

Of course, Samael prefers to call it a "karmic entanglement," because this cunning fox is a top-notch king assassin, and none of the monarchs she has slept with have had a good ending.

Not long after, that lazy and despicable fox revealed his true colors.

Currently, extremely dissatisfied with her recent treatment, she resorted to seduction and allure, hoping to abduct Samael and make him her personal meal ticket and free ATM, completely disregarding the fate of her companions.

Sure enough, one must always be careful when dealing with this kind of scoundrel.

Coincidentally, he also has the "king buff," and it's a combination of Uruk and Greece, making him a universally acclaimed wise king.

Oh, and recently he took on a side job for Rome, acting as the uncrowned king to help the empire overcome its difficulties. Now, he's got three buffs stacked up.

Tsk, the wicked concubine has met the wise prince; things are about to get really interesting. What a tragic fate!

The ancient snake gazed wistfully at the distant bushes, raised its hand to stroke its cheek, and sighed helplessly.

boom!

Just as Samael was lost in thought, a deafening explosion came from the bushes in the distance, sending grass clippings flying and ether rushing wildly in all directions.

Damn! You can get into trouble just by picking mushrooms! I'm speechless!

The ancient serpent's pupils contracted sharply, and it cursed under its breath. It then stomped forward and charged towards the source of the sound without hesitation.

Chapter 104 A Personal Account of a Breast Murder Case! (5/5)

Branches of Destruction, Flaming Demon Sword!

As Samael raced through the forest, he passed Tamamo, who stood frozen in place, drew his crimson greatsword, and lightly wiped the spine of the blade with his right hand. Burning runes rose and appeared, forming a visible stream of blazing flames that shot towards the ferocious beastly shadow in the bushes ahead.

Suddenly the night sky brightened, and the blazing greatsword, like the descending sun, turned the earth into scorched earth and burned the world into a prison of destruction.

The Flaming Demon Sword Levadin, a divine weapon wielded by the Flame Giant King Surt, also known as "Branch Destruction," is a top-tier weapon used during Ragnarok to sever the roots of the World Tree and incinerate the nine worlds.

Back then, the Aesir, Vanir, and Frost Giants joined forces to trap the Fire Giant King in the Great God's Cage.

Loki carried this scorching artifact to the heart of Niflheim, the land of ice and mist, and chanted a rune spell to seal it in the "Box of Despair," which was secured with nine locks.

But as a mischievous god who loves to cause trouble, Loki naturally left a back door so he could sneak out and have some fun whenever he wanted.

Later, Samael learned of the matter after Hela reported it.

Therefore, the ancient serpent confiscated the dangerous item without hesitation and added it to its collection to prevent Loki from causing any more trouble.

During his trip to Greece, Samael, on a whim, decided to use it to conceal his identity.

Anyway, the world is far away, and this place is not under Odin's jurisdiction. That guy can't just do nothing all day and keep spying on him, can he?

However, the only drawback is that this thing is, after all, a top-tier magic sword. Once its power is unleashed, the scene is extremely spectacular and dazzling, and the noise can be heard and seen from miles away.

This flashy gadget clashes quite a bit with Samael's consistent principle of being low-key and cunning, so it's destined to be just something to play with.

However, just as the Flaming Demon Sword unleashed its power, illuminating the surrounding area, the vertical pupils reflected in the firelight contracted sharply, and the burning Branch of Destruction immediately rose several inches, grazing the beast's head before striking elsewhere.

"Friendly reminder, little one from another country, don't get distracted during the battle, because I, your big sister, won't hold back."

At the same time, hearty laughter echoed, and a slender and powerful arm smoothly grabbed Samael's wrist, bent over and stamped his foot, using the force of the rotation to decisively execute a throwing technique.

Boom boom boom!

Caught off guard, the ancient serpent crashed into the ground like a meteorite, smashing backward and breaking dozens of towering trees along the way, raising a cloud of dust.

Under the blazing firelight, the figure clapping his hands as he walked was tall and full of explosive energy, like the sun rising slowly from the horizon in the night. But his steps slowed down as he walked, and finally he stopped and looked up ahead, his sparkling eyes revealing an unusual gleam.

"Haha, Kukul! You saw that he started it, so can I go on stage and have my fill now?"

Behind the tall figure, the bushes rustled, and amidst the triumphant laughter, the shadows of felines flickered and darted about, followed by a sharp, explosive sound in the air.

"You've picked the wrong opponent, you bastard! Repent now, or I'll show you what a leopard can do!"

At this moment, a certain canine creature, which had originally been playing around, stepped forward into the firelight, its pearly teeth clenched, baring its canine fangs. The clenched lips made a grinding sound, and its slightly narrowed golden eyes, which were fixed on the distance ahead, were filled with the cold glint of predation. In the darkness, its ten fingers, which were crossed and dancing, formed mysterious and obscure hand seals, and the space around it began to twist strangely.

Damn it! Doesn't she know how hard it is to find a suitable meal ticket? Does she really think a virtuous wife never gets angry? Tamamo, I'm really angry!

Cursed Layer - Black Heaven Cave!

"Leopard Kick! Leopard Roll! Leopard Acceleration! Watch my Leopard Leap..."

"boom!"

"boom!"

However, just as the fierce battle between the two reserve players was about to break out, a dull bombardment sounded almost at the same time.

In an instant, the orange-haired, orange-eyed forest goddess dressed in a tiger costume was slapped away by a suddenly raised arm as she passed the tall figure. With the speed of a cannonball, she crashed into seven or eight large trees before falling headfirst into the soil. Her weathervane-like tail first stood up abruptly, then drooped limply.

Similarly, a certain scoundrel fox, clutching its swollen head, squatted on the ground, drawing circles in a pitiful manner.

At that moment, the two figures exchanged a smile in the flickering firelight.

"Long time no see, Eldest Sister Quetzalcoatl!"

"Yo ho! It really is you, Sa... Uruk's little brother..."

"It's Ezio, you've forgotten my name again..."

As they spoke, their eyes met. The feathered serpent god, seemingly both thick and thin, glanced meaningfully at the pink-haired girl squatting on the ground, drawing circles in frustration. He winked teasingly, perfectly concealing Samael's true identity.

Immediately, the two, whose tacit understanding remained as strong as ever, bypassed the reserve players next to them and came to the open space.

"Come here, my adorable and reliable little Ezio, it's been a long time since we last met, let your big sister give you a warm hug!"

Immediately afterwards, Kukul, the feathered serpent god, stretched out his arms with a smile and pulled Samael into his embrace without saying a word.

In an instant, after ten thousand years, the familiar yet strange softness and elasticity rushed towards me. The feeling of being overwhelmed and suffocated by the tightness around my neck was both intoxicating and painful.

Having thoroughly experienced the chest-killing incident, Samael, after several struggles, finally managed to break free from that imposing embrace.

At this moment, Miss Leopard finally managed to pull her head out of the pit and immediately realized someone's true identity. She then excitedly ran over, intending to recreate Kukulkan's classic scene.

“Me, me, me too! How could Leopard be left out of something like this! Samai…”

"boom!"

However, due to his overconfidence and carelessness, the leopard was slapped back into the pit by Kukulkan before he could finish speaking.

Ezio... Ezio, is that alright now?

Finally, the leopard-man, having pulled his head out again, muttered timidly as he cautiously bypassed the area where Kukulkan was, flanking from behind. He wrapped his arms around Samael's neck, tightened his grip from behind, and patted the ancient snake's shoulder without a care in the world, grinning broadly.

But the feline's reckless actions nearly suffocated Samael. It wasn't until the ancient serpent patted the leopard-man's arm several times that the carefree deity chuckled and eased his grip a bit.

Thank goodness I'm not the same person I used to be, otherwise this perilous reunion would have almost turned into a tragic crime scene.

Having finally endured the loving torment of the two Mayan gods, Samael straightened his slightly misaligned shinbone, secretly rolling his eyes.

"Big Sister Quetzalcoatl and Miss Leopard Woman, what are you doing in Greece?"

After calming his joyful mood, the ancient serpent turned his thoughts back to the two old acquaintances from Uruk and asked the question that had been bothering him.

"This is a long story..."

"Gu..."

The feathered serpent god frowned slightly, her eyes flashing. Just as she was about to speak in detail, a noise interrupted Kukulkan's carefully crafted emotions.

Samael subconsciously turned around and glanced at Tamamo-no-Mae behind him.

However, the fox squatting on the ground drawing circles looked miserable and resentful.

"Are they that thirsty?"

The ancient serpent gave an awkward smile, and following its previous intuition, its gaze met that of Kukulkan, both looking intently at the feline creature rubbing its belly and complaining weakly under the embers.

"Uh, I've been at sea for half a year, I'm practically starving, I'm as thin as a leopard skin, Sa... Ezio, do you have any food?"

Samael looked up at the moonlight, pointed out the road ahead, and smiled slightly.

"The camp is just ahead. Why don't we eat and talk?"

Chapter 105 Overthrowing the tyranny of Quetzalcoatl, glory belongs to...

As the crescent moon slanted westward and the night faded, the burning firewood in the center of the camp crackled and popped.

Beside the warm fire, with fresh mushroom soup and crispy bread slices served, and a few drinks down the drain, the easygoing and easily satisfied Leopard Man quickly became familiar with everyone in the camp, chatting idly and rambling on, enlivening the slightly tense atmosphere.

Amidst laughter and cheers, the Forest Goddess, who had been pent up for years, felt a sense of catharsis and exhilaration. On a whim, the Leopard Man waved a wine bottle, his face flushed, and shouted slogans.

"Overthrow Kukul's tyranny, glory belongs to the leopard!"

But as a chilling gaze swept over her head from the shady trees, the increasingly leaping leopard felt a thorn in its back. It immediately shrank back, its survival instinct kicking in, and squatted back down on the rock. It grabbed the wine bottle, pulled Tamamo-no-Mae, who was about to get up, and hooked its arm around her shoulder, giving her a creepy grin that made the fox shudder.

"Come on, I'm sorry I scared you. I don't mind the leopard at all. Let's have a few drinks and warm up each other up!"

You don't mind, but I do!

Wait, that's not right! Who wants to drink with you?!

I need to pee!

Tamamo-no-Mae gritted her teeth and raised her hand, intending to pry open the leopard-man's claws.

"What a coincidence, I'll go too."

"Forget it, it's pointless, I don't want to go..."

Tamamo-no-Mae watched the two figures gradually disappear into the dense forest, then sat down with a dark expression, intending to take a deep breath and calm herself.

Unexpectedly, an opened wine jar was suddenly placed in front of her.

"Shall we continue drinking?"

The leopard-man blinked brightly, licked his rosy lips with his tongue, and looked like he wanted more.

Tamamo-no-Mae's forehead veins throbbed at first, but then her face blossomed into a radiant smile.

"Okay, let's keep drinking!"

Drink, drink, drink! I used to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! I'll drink you to death right here, you stinky leopard!

In the firelight, a cunning fox accepted the wine jar with a smile, his golden eyes flashing sinisterly, harboring extreme malice in his heart.

Along the riverbank, the water gurgled, and two figures walked and stood, chatting casually as they went. Finally, they simply sat down on the shady green grass and chatted idly.

Compared to the leisurely and peaceful life after Kukulkan's return, Samael's simplified account of his experiences, though presented in a casual and rough style, still cannot conceal the harrowing nature of his ordeal.

Quetzalcoatl listened with great interest, resting his chin on his hand, and the two gradually gained a general understanding of each other's experiences in recent years.

As the conversation drew to a close, Kukulkan looked at Samael with admiration, then unconsciously raised his hand to touch one side of his cheek, filled with melancholy and a sense of self-pity.

"The little brother in Uruk has grown up and no longer needs his older sister's love. It's really a headache."

Why do you women all like to play this game?

Samael rubbed his forehead, feeling both amused and exasperated by Quetzalcoatl's half-serious teasing and banter, and could only play along.

"In my heart, my older sister will always be the most reliable!"

A top-tier teammate who can fight, tank, and heal! At least, much better than those two incompetent goddesses who always mess things up at crucial moments.

"In your presence, I'd rather never grow up!"

Nonsense, when you grow up, why would you need a breast-killing case? Besides, having a thing for mature women is the most endearing trait!

A certain scoundrel, while muttering to himself, appeared serious on the surface.

"Oh dear, that's a foul, that's a foul! You still manage to charm me like this."

The Feathered Serpent Goddess was steaming with heat, writhing shyly, her jade-like face flushed red. She covered her face with her hands, her ten fingers occasionally parting to reveal her bright, teasing eyes.

Sure enough, women are all drama queens...

A familiar feeling welled up in Samael's heart, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself about Kukulkan's perverse sense of humor.

However, the ancient snake quickly calmed down and became solemn.