Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"To wrestle with me, at least Thor himself would be qualified. As for you, you're not even worthy!"

The figure in the crater slowly raised its head, its dark vertical pupils opening and closing, revealing a hint of arrogance.

"boom!"

In an instant, the fingers that were gripping Thor's hammer suddenly swung upwards with force, and the moment Mjolnir raised his fist, another fist slammed into the red-haired loli's abdomen with lightning speed.

Instantly, the divine artifact, wreathed in fierce lightning, wailed and flew backward, dragging its master, Bi'er Cuisi, all the way until it crashed into a tall rock formation before finally coming to a stop.

"Cough cough!"

With a muffled cough, the red-haired, violent loli stumbled out of the humanoid pit, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked in surprise at the monster stretching its limbs in the pit, seemingly still not satisfied. Her voice was hoarse.

"Who...who are you?"

"Strictly speaking, should you call me uncle? Or brother?"

Samael waved his hand casually, recounting the shocking content with nonchalance.

As is well known, the hierarchy of gods in the Age of Gods has always been quite chaotic, and the Norse gods are no exception.

On one hand, he is Jormungandr, the World Serpent, thanks to his cheap father, the evil god Loki. He can be said to be of the same generation as Thor, or he can be said to be slightly younger than Thor by a generation.

On the other hand, he was once the ruler of Jotunheim, an ally of Odin, and could be considered an equal to that Heavenly Father. Even Loki had to behave respectfully in front of him.

Therefore, Samael himself was at a loss as to how to address Beatrice, who had inherited the divine power of Manny, the son of Thor.

Oh, right, Thor and Sif's daughter, the Valkyrie Slud, was also his servant...

Could it be that we can call the person opposite our brother-in-law or sister-in-law?

"Never mind, I don't remember, whatever..."

After a brief moment of thought, realizing that the kinship between the gods was impossible to disentangle, Samael decided not to delve into this troublesome issue. He looked up at the two heroic spirits in front of him who dared not make a move, and a sinister smile curved his lips.

"Anyway, dead people don't need to remember so many things."

Faced with the unfathomable monster before her, who was clearly intent on killing Beatrice, Angelica's pupils contracted. The Ea sword in her hand, spinning rapidly, suddenly pressed down, and a crimson spatial storm that could cut through the world took shape and swept forward.

Heaven and earth were in discord, the star of creation appeared!

Chapter 204 The Fierce Maid (4.7k)

Beneath the crimson storm, mountains collapsed, streams dried up, the earth crumbled, and the sky shattered. Looking down, the painting called "The World" seemed to be arbitrarily ravaged and torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, gradually ushering in its final apocalypse, turning into scattered pieces of paper, fragmented and broken.

Life standing in this collapsing world appears so small, so insignificant, as if it can only grovel and resign itself to its fate, crawling on the ground to await this irresistible destruction.

hum!

However, accompanied by an ancient rhythm, a beam of light shot into the sky, instantly piercing through heaven and earth.

The splashed silvery-white radiance, like solidified glue, forcefully glued together the fragmented world, freezing everything in place. The scarlet spatial storm, which had torn the heavens and earth into chasms, seemed to encounter a solid fortress before the silvery-white holy light, unable to advance an inch.

The Holy Lance Rungomminiad is the tower that holds together heaven and earth, fixing the balance between the two.

It can be said that the Divergent Sword, which shatters everything and obliterates space, is a pair of naturally mutually exclusive spears and shields.

In theory, at this level of divinely crafted weaponry, there is no absolute superiority or inferiority between the two sides.

Therefore, the users of each character become the deciding factor in determining the upper limit of each other's power.

Unfortunately, in this respect, humans, dolls, and gods are ultimately separated by a huge chasm.

At the same time, the slender figure standing at the juncture of the silvery waterfall and the crimson storm suddenly opened his eyes, his moving lips seeming to chant an ancient ballad, a soft, low murmur.

"Beyond the sky, rushing to the earth. It is the wedge of light standing at the end of the world! -- Holy Lance, speak of the end! 'The Lance that shines at the end (Rhongomyniad)'!!"

In an instant, the silver-white blade that pierced through heaven and earth suddenly surged forward, and everything in its path froze. The raging crimson storm was instantly cleaved in two.

Light divides the world.

Light also reshaped the world.

Dodge!

In an instant, as she gazed at the cruel and resolute stream of silver light pressing down, Angelica's body instinctively trembled, and fear and the urge to retreat rose uncontrollably into her empty mind.

That is the survival instinct ingrained in the genes and bones of a species facing certain extinction.

Angelica instinctively pulled out a red and black card, threw it behind her, and then immediately retreated, picked up her seriously injured teammate, activated a displacement spell, and dragged the violent loli with her sunken sternum into the formed spatial vortex.

"boom!"

The cascading silver-white waterfall narrowly missed the two ethereal figures, then plunged to the ground, carving out a 100-meter-long ravine that nearly cleaved the entire mountain in two.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the Knight King looked back at the battlefield, his expression almost blank.

Beneath the billowing smoke, the earth was riddled with holes. Molten rocks and soil turned into red and black lava, flowing everywhere and leaving nothing but barren land in its wake. The deep craters created by the explosions made the area resemble the ravaged surface of the moon.

If it weren't for the remote mountains, this leveling power could almost flatten half of Fuyuki City.

Moreover, both sides tacitly set up a barrier before the battle began.

King Arthur, my enemy, my nemesis, can I really defeat such an opponent?

Artoria looked down at her dull and lifeless holy sword, and a sense of defeat welled up in her heart.

No, now is not the time to think about that!

"Chase!"

At this moment, seeing the enemy who wanted to kidnap her Master disappear into the spatial vortex, Artoria quickly gathered her thoughts, reversed the blade of her sword, and shattered the spirit core of the last Shadow Servant in front of her. Then, she grabbed Irisviel and wanted to press her advantage and completely eliminate any future troubles.

"Snapped!"

However, the Knight King, who was charging towards the spatial vortex, was grabbed by Samael, who was standing still, and pulled back by hand.

"Chase...chase my ass...let me...take a break first..."

The ancient serpent glared at the impulsive Artoria, and as it began to berate her, it couldn't help but feel a metallic taste in its throat, spitting out a mouthful of blood. A wave of dizziness washed over it, and it swayed and collapsed to the ground.

"Samael!"

Seeing that almost invincible figure stagger and fall, his breath rapidly weakening, Irisviel immediately rushed forward in a panic, her pretty face filled with overwhelming fear and helplessness.

"Samael, don't scare me! Please don't be hurt! Please don't be hurt! Wake up, don't fall asleep!"

The silver-haired beauty knelt on the ground in a panic, her hands on the man's shoulders, shaking him incessantly, her ruby ​​eyes brimming with glistening tears.

Despite his desperate calls, Samael's condition did not improve; instead, his eyes rolled back and he vomited another mouthful of purplish-red blood clots.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that there are fragments of purplish-red internal organs mixed in.

The person struggled to open their heavy eyelids, grabbed Irisviel's bright bowl, and slightly opened their mouth.

"I……"

"Stop talking! Don't say a word! I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't let you die!"

Irisviel's hands trembled, and she shook her head repeatedly. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. Then, as if she had thought of something, she hurriedly pulled the snake-shaped scale from her bosom, held it up to Samael's face, and pleaded.

"My request! Yes, this is my only request of you! Promise me, you absolutely must not have anything happen to you!"

"Cough cough..."

Finally, amidst the somber atmosphere, Samael gripped Irisviel's arm tightly, creating a small opening, coughing up the blood clot stuck in his throat, and speaking with a resentful gaze.

"If you shake it any longer... if you shake it any longer, you might really die..."

"what?"

"From now on, I should watch less TV dramas..."

"..."

At this moment, amidst the victim's soft whispers, Irisviel, who was kneeling on the ground, desperately holding the injured person's head and whose arms had unknowingly tightened around the other person's throat, came to her senses. Her pretty face instantly turned red and flushed, and she hurriedly let go.

Having finally broken free from this gentle torment, Samael was forced to halt his body's self-healing process and reluctantly got up.

Facing two top-tier Heroic Spirits simultaneously and forcing them to use their full strength, even he couldn't possibly emerge unscathed.

After all, Tokiomi Tohsaka has been his core engine since he was summoned, and the intense battles have caused him to accumulate some internal injuries.

The suspended animation that snakes exhibit is often a form of self-regulation and self-repair.

Originally, it would have only taken a little time for him to expel the hidden injuries and hidden dangers in his body, and he would still be able to jump around and play freely, and then it wouldn't have been too late to consider whether to pursue him.

Unexpectedly, Irisviel, in her concern, mistook him for someone on the verge of death and nearly knocked him to his death.

Am I really that important to you?

The ancient snake recalled Irisviel's hasty outpouring of genuine emotion and her tearful appearance, and a secret joy welled up in its heart, its lips unconsciously curving upwards into a happy smile.

Seemingly noticing the two gazes fixed on her, Irisviel, who had been pretending to be nonchalant, blushed again, her cheeks burning. A strong sense of shame welled up inside her, making her unable to look directly at the person opposite her.

Fortunately, before the atmosphere could become tense, the decisive Artoria picked up the holy sword from the ground, stepped forward, and asked with a frown.

"Hey, what do we do next?"

Samael cleared his mind of distractions, glanced at the spatial ripples that had vanished without a trace, and abandoned the idea of ​​forcibly entering, shaking his head slightly.

"Forget it, dealing with two at the same time is already a bit of a stretch for me. The opponent still has six more cards in their hand, and the situation is unclear. It's better to be cautious and figure out the situation first before making any plans."

Although Artoria was reluctant to comply with the ancient serpent's suggestion, she still chose to do so.

After all, she had personally verified the level of her opponents after the battle at Yuanzang Mountain, and the overall level of the enemy was definitely not below theirs.

Even this guy, who was fighting two against one, didn't want to be too reckless.

If I insist on chasing after them, who knows what traps might be hidden inside?

As a warrior, she could take life and death lightly, but if she implicated Alice because of it, it would be a loss.

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

After a brief exchange, Samael voiced his doubts.

“Lancer’s Master, Misaya Reirōkan, we’re here to investigate this child.”

When the conversation turned to business, Irisviel, who had been squatting in the back drawing circles, stood up, turned around, glanced at the bamboo forest dojo that had long since turned to dust, and spoke after a moment of contemplation.

Immediately, the silver-haired beauty noticed the fleeting understanding in Samael's eyes, and a bright smile appeared on her exquisite face, her jewel-like red eyes clear and bright.

"It seems we're thinking the same thing?"

"That's right, you can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days."

Samael nodded, his gaze deep.

"If we don't want another battle like the Battle of Yuanzang Mountain, we need to find out the enemy's strength first. Otherwise, if the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, we will suffer a great loss."

"That's right. Unfortunately, we only realized it was a trap when we got there. As a result, we not only gained nothing, but Alice was almost kidnapped by the other side."

Artoria agreed with this precautionary measure, but the recent close call brought back memories, causing the Knight King to furrow his brow and look indignant, clearly seething with anger.

"Tsk, those old guys from Einzbern..."

"Saber..."

Irisviel's soft reminder made the rather indignant Artoria roll her eyes helplessly, and she didn't say anything more.

However, for Samael, the whole story is not hard to guess.

Clearly, the information about Irisviel and Saber came from the Einberens family, but those old guys had already secretly made a deal with the Ainsworth family, selling the two out.

Therefore, when they finally tracked down the whereabouts of the Linglong Pavilion father and daughter and arrived alone in this remote mountain dojo, they naturally encountered the Ainsworth Dolls's army lying in wait.

If it weren't for Samael's sudden appearance and interference, Irisviel, who was completely unprepared, would probably have been kidnapped by the two of them.

Fortunately, they were on the same page when it came to tracking down their opponent's location.

Having managed to reclaim Irisviel in time and thwart the enemy's next move, the Ancient Serpent couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate.

But the new crisis also made him more vigilant.

It seems that their opponents did not wait patiently for them to trace the origins of the problem, but instead launched a strong offensive.

Therefore, we need to speed up the next steps.

"But the trail goes cold here. How do we continue the investigation?"

Artoria couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache in the face of the current situation.

"Not necessarily. I do recall there's another place I haven't checked."

Samael looked up at Fuyuki City in the distance, his dark eyes gleaming faintly.