Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Even if we can't match Samael in terms of strength alone, we're still considered above average in Asgard. It's surprising that we almost suffered a loss. It seems we need to be more serious.

"Roar!"

At this moment, Tarasque, the armored dragon buried in the rubble, sensed that its master was injured and immediately pulled itself out, wanting to rush forward to help.

"boom!"

However, just as the earth dragon raised its head, it was suddenly slammed back into the mud by a giant claw.

"Ouch!"

While the earth dragon Tarasque was disoriented, Cerberus, who had been corrupted by a certain unscrupulous teacher, struck a blow. It immediately growled and circled around behind the iron turtle, biting its relatively soft tail and dragging and scratching it, injecting venom into its body.

Samael saw Cerberus bullying that iron turtle and didn't forget to grin fawn over him. The ancient serpent couldn't help but rub his forehead, his lips twitching slightly.

Let me state upfront that I absolutely did not teach this!

On the battlefield between Martha and Holo, two figures, one large and one small, gazed at each other with a somber expression.

boom!boom!

In an instant, almost at the same time, the two opponents, having regained their composure, shattered the rocky ground, unleashing a fierce etheric storm, and charged towards each other.

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Chapter 164 The Grand Bomber Makes His Debut

Just as Holo and Martha, far from the crowd, were locked in a fierce battle, Samael turned his gaze back to the heavily wounded Cain, and his flaming sword, like a torch, immediately unleashed several red and black waves of fire.

boom!

Just as the unlucky assassin was about to be struck by the demonic flames, the clod of earth beneath him suddenly shifted and cracked, and a pillar-like object, a hundred meters tall and composed of dark red fleshy tendrils, emerged from the formed magic circle and blocked Cain's path. The grape-like eyeballs covering its surface rotated eerily.

Squint! Akame!

In an instant, the frantically gathering etheric tide surged forward, and the blazing light of the Flame Demon Sword was like being trapped in quagmire, encountering strong resistance and being completely worn away.

At the same time, dozens of purplish-red tentacles, accompanied by sharp whooshing and roaring sounds, either swung from above or burrowed underground, attacking Samael who stood still.

Demon Pillars! These monstrous things under Marduk's command are still alive!

The ancient serpent's cross-shaped eyes converged, he gripped his sword with both hands, and charged forward. Leivatin slashed left and right, tearing apart the purplish-red fleshy tendrils along the way.

Even though these things possessed powerful regenerative abilities, after being contaminated by the flames of the Blazing Demon Sword, their worm-like, squealing tendrils did not last long before all their life force was corroded away, and they turned to ashes, drifting away with the wind.

The purplish-red fleshy pillar seemed to have suffered considerable damage, trembling violently. Its blinking eyes stared in unison, and several magic circles converged along the path Samael had stepped forward, the surging magic power forming a stream of ethereal light that seemed almost tangible.

The time for awakening has come! Incineration!

In an instant, thousands of purplish-red magic beams crisscrossed and shot out, blocking all of Samael's starting space, while dense tendrils thrust horizontally and vertically.

"By the covenant of destiny, I forgive with revenge, I trust with betrayal, I turn hope into despair, I turn light into darkness, and I bring a dark death to all living things! At the end of the day, with the blood of the fallen, I forge the sharp edge of destruction, and recreate the apocalypse that dismantles all things!"

However, urgent and somber divine words emanated from the crisscrossing web of fleshy tendrils. Samael lightly wiped the blade of his sword, using divine blood as a catalyst to further enhance his synchronization with the Fiery Demon Sword, unleashing its power. A terrifying torrent of flames surged forth, annihilating thousands of fleshy tendrils and magical bonds.

It's him! That monster!

As excruciating pain struck, the Demon Pillar trembled involuntarily. The fear etched deep within its soul arose spontaneously, completely extinguishing its fighting spirit.

Blink! Stare!

Instantly, the demonic pillar before them rapidly rotated its eyeballs, releasing a purplish-red miasma.

Trying to run away? Hmph!

Samael's gaze was cold and unfocused, divine runes pulsated on his body, a fierce wind blew, and he raised his hand to shatter the hazy mist, a dark red wave of flames sweeping forward.

However, as the ground trembled violently, the Demon Pillar, while releasing miasma, had already burrowed into the ground and emerged from the mud with several diverging tendrils, quickly wrapping around Cain's ankles and pulling him into the formed purplish-red magic circle, thus avoiding the bombardment of the Flaming Demon Sword.

Samael, frustrated by his missed attack, scanned the surroundings with his cross-shaped pupils, searching for auras. After a moment, he locked onto two figures that appeared several miles away in a crevice between rocks.

Oops!

The middle-aged man, dressed in a green trench coat and top hat, with brown hair and black eyes, felt a thorn in his side. He immediately grabbed the half-dead Cain and fled without looking back.

Wait, that's... Professor Rafe!

The Demon Pillar Florence is the incarnation of the future!

That Grand Bomber who blew up a group of gods in Group A at Chaldea, the organization that continues the human order?

Samael's pupils contracted slightly, his restless fighting spirit cooled somewhat, and his brow furrowed.

If this demon pillar that appears is Florence, then its significance is extraordinary.

Because in the 72 pillars of Solomon, this thing is the one that manages the intelligence room.

In other words, he can be regarded as the scout and eyes of the seventy-two demon gods. His appearance is likely to affect the movements of the other demon gods, and may even be directly related to the location of Marduk.

Just as Samael was hesitating whether to chase after him alone to find out what was going on, he heard Leonidas's hysterical roar and Caesar's elegant cursing from behind.

At this moment, Thermopylae, the main battlefield, was in grave danger, facing the overwhelming onslaught of the Undead Army and the humanoid Ifrits.

"Go away!"

In an instant, a gloomy roar erupted, a fierce wind swept through, and nine blazing red flames, like the sun, frantically devoured the surrounding ether, gathering in mid-air to form a burning crown of fire.

Boom boom boom!

As the Fiery Demon Sword Levadin swung forward, the nine explosive flames above Samael's head crashed down and detonated one after another towards the densely packed enemy forces. Under the overwhelming shockwave, nearly a thousand Persian Undead soldiers and mammoth warriors who surged forward were reduced to nothing.

Meanwhile, the hundreds of fire spirits Ifrit, who had been given form above and were clad in armor and wielding weapons, swooped down and exploded like fireworks.

hum!

The Blazing Demon Sword vibrated with pleasure, and the red and black patterns on its blade became even clearer and more alluring. Under its peculiar rhythm, the ether extracted from the life force after burning away flesh and form flowed back to the sword like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea, nourishing its host.

But faintly, wisps of black mist also merged into it, and Leonidas behind him seemed to see distorted and broken faces in the blur, while endless curses and insults seemed to reach his ears.

Comfortable!

Samael held Levadin in his hand, his body trembling with excitement, every cell screaming with desire, his eyes turning crimson.

The suffocating divine power made the surroundings feel like a hellish inferno, the air felt intensely scorched, and the earth dried up and cracked inch by inch.

"@＃￥%……"

The few remaining Ifrits in mid-air, under such terrifying source fire, sensed that they would be unable to maintain their form if they approached the monster on the ground. Their instinctive fear caused them to chatter amongst themselves for a while, and then subconsciously turned around, intending to flee behind the Persian army.

"Get down... to me!"

However, a harsh snort came, and Samael flicked his wrist and swung his arm, several crimson arcs of light shooting out from the Flaming Demon Sword. The crescent-shaped blade swept across the sky, directly severing the wings of the fleeing Ifrits.

Instantly, the Ifrits, stripped of their wings, plummeted to the ground, their golden-red blood flowing from their wounds and splattering onto the mud, creating dark red craters like molten lava.

Just as the fire sprites were struggling to climb out of the deep pit, a figure wreathed in red and black flames, accompanied by a violent gale, arrived in an instant.

puff!

The Fiery Demon Sword pierced forward, instantly turning the two fire spirits into roasted meat on iron skewers, burning them to ashes in an instant. The remaining ethereal essence was also plundered into the body of the Demon Sword's host.

"Want to leave? Stay!"

At the same time, amidst a tyrannical snort, a hand enveloped in crimson and black flames shot out like lightning, lifting an Ifrit by the neck from behind and burning it to ashes, absorbing its magic power.

puff!

Immediately, the burning figure grinned savagely, stomped its right foot, and the head of another fire sprite also crumbled and shattered.

and also!

The fiery demon seemed to have caught the scent of new prey, its savage gaze sweeping over the assembled Persian army not far away. Its demonic sword trembled with excitement, and crimson flames shot into the sky, like the flames of doomsday, bringing judgment upon the heads of these frail lives.

Chapter 165 Don't Get Close to Loki, or You'll Be Unlucky

"The magic cup is full, with this blessing, O Black God, grant the end of God—Dzus qara!"

Amidst the Persian army, solemn and awe-inspiring divine incantations echoed, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart. A stream of red and black ethereal light, following the forward pointing of a dark sword, slashed downwards, striking directly at the fiery demon god.

This is a divinely crafted weapon that bestows a dark death upon all things. It has slain gods, repelled angels, slain giants, and engaged in fierce battles with numerous fantastical species that threaten human survival. Countless drops of blood poured upon it and souls severed by its blade have formed a powerful curse upon certain lives.

A sense of danger welled up in Samael's heart, causing a slight ache in his brow and a feeling of unease in his chest.

Special attack on divinity!

court death!

Samael's forehead veins throbbed, and red and black flame patterns climbed from his chest up to his neck and one side of his cheek, making him look ferocious and evil. His cross-shaped eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames.

"Twilight has come, let the song of despair play, burn here, perish here—the destruction of branches!"

The ancient serpent roared ferociously, frantically pouring ether into the flaming demon sword in its hand. Half of the sky was filled with an eerie crimson color. Samael, standing under the flames, was like a giant who raised a torch and burned the world.

Then, as Samael leaned forward, Levadin unleashed an extremely powerful dark red beam of light, which swept forward with overwhelming force, and the two sword lights instantly intertwined and collided in mid-air.

hum!

As the two forces collided, the space at the node visibly twisted and collapsed.

As the etheric tide surged, the intense wind pressure cut and crushed rocks and ground along its path, tearing open the sand curtain.

In the Persian army, a knight clad in full-body black armor with metal spikes at the joints, wielding a dark greatsword, stomped forward and swung his sword fiercely, attempting to counter the intense, blazing sword light.

However, under Levadin's terrifying power, the sword pillars unleashed by the black-armored knight were suppressed and devoured inch by inch, and his originally straight back gradually turned into a hunched and stooped posture.

At the same time, the man's feet, which were a foot deep in the mud, plowed out a trench dozens of meters long behind him. His armor made a screeching sound as the plates rubbed together, and his bones groaned as they could not bear the weight. Under the violent pressure, the capillaries on his body burst one after another, and puffs of blood mist exploded out.

The art of unparalleled skill! The origin of steel!

Seeing that he was about to be slammed into the ground and burned by the demonic flames, the black-armored knight bit his tongue, spraying blood onto the blade, and let out a hysterical roar.

"Arise, O God, scatter the enemies! May your kingdom come!"

Instantly, accompanied by the sound of arm bones breaking, the dark sword light, which was originally at a disadvantage, surged and pushed the blood-red flames back several meters.

"Mere...humans!"

Samael swayed, his eyes turning bloodshot. A strong sense of humiliation surged into his mind, and he frantically poured magic into the Flaming Demon Sword, the rhythm of his divine core resonating with the sound of the sword.

boom!

In an instant, a blazing torrent of flames slashed down with the force of a thunderbolt. The black-armored knight, who was directly hit, had his armor shattered inch by inch. He was blasted dozens of miles away like a comet and crashed into the sea.

But then, the sword light, having cleared away the obstacles, unleashed its remaining power.

laugh!

With a single strike, the earth shook and mountains trembled. The deep ravine, stretching for dozens of miles, was unfathomably deep. The scorching etheric light stream bombarded the distant horizon, forcefully cleaving the vast chaotic sea into a narrow chasm, hundreds of miles long, which lasted for dozens of breaths. Large swaths of seawater vaporized and rose, turning into a thick fog.

The ferocious sea creatures that were hit nearby had their blood boil and exploded with a bang; even the marine creatures that were further away and suffered the aftershocks could not escape their fate, and were roasted in the scalding seawater, their bodies rolled up and floating on the surface of the sea in large numbers.

hiss……

The Persian army gasped as they gazed at the trench stretching from Thermopylae all the way to the sea, their faces filled with fear and lingering dread.

If it weren't for the black-armored knight's counterattack, which narrowly separated the blazing sword light from the main force of the army, they would all have been reduced to ashes in a single blow.

Monster! Demon!

As the figure in the flames raised Levadin again, the Persians nearby, gripped by fear, immediately turned pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, screaming wildly as they turned and fled.

"Stop!"

Just as Samael was about to unleash this world-destroying strike, a cold, sharp shout came from the cliff above, followed by a sharp whooshing sound. Several scarlet demonic spears were thrown and embedded themselves at Samael's feet, intertwining to form a cage that imprisoned the ancient serpent's limbs.

Scáthach charged forward, immediately grabbing Samael's right arm with both hands, tucking him under her armpits, and shouting urgently.

"Drop Levadin immediately, you're going to be corrupted by this stuff!"

A flicker of light appeared in the ancient serpent's blood-red eyes, and his dormant consciousness gradually regained some clarity. He subconsciously loosened his grip, letting the Fiery Demon Sword fall from his palm.

Fortunately, they arrived in time...

Scáthach breathed a sigh of relief; the shocking signs of destruction on the battlefield horrified the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

Puff puff puff!

Suddenly, a dull tearing sound came from under the armpit.

Scáthach instinctively looked down and was shocked to see Levadin, unwilling to be abandoned, trembling violently. Branches sprouted from the hilt of the sword and pierced the host's arm, with crimson divine blood flowing through them. The Fiery Demon Sword, which should have fallen, was pulled back into Samael's palm.

At the same time, more branches sprouted from the hilt of the sword, burrowing into the flesh and blood of the ancient serpent and merging with it. Meanwhile, a violent aura surged and roared through Samael, and raging demonic flames rose once more.

Well……