Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, as the anti-heroes took their positions and exchanged ill-intentioned glances, Samael looked up, somewhat bewildered.

"Oh, Hestia, what did you just say? Sorry, I was spacing out and didn't hear you..."

In an instant, the anti-heroes, who were almost poised to launch an attack, lost their momentum and nearly collapsed.

But what surprised them even more was what happened next.

Upon hearing this, Hestia's face lit up with excitement. She rushed forward, grabbed Samael's arm, and asked expectantly.

"Chronos, have you discovered something?"

During the questioning, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the goddess of the hearth pressed her proud breasts almost into a pancake shape and rubbed them up and down against Samael's arm.

Hearing the way they were addressed by their full names and witnessing their overly intimate interactions, both the anti-heroes and the heroes couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.

Could it be that they are very familiar with each other?

Or perhaps, there's an affair...

At this moment, Samael, completely absorbed in his thoughts, did not notice the strange looks he was receiving from those around him. Shaked by Hestia, he revealed his guess.

"Since the demons of Mount Tanba are fine, and the heroic spirits I brought out are also fine, the final answer probably still lies in that city..."

As it pondered, the ancient snake raised its head and gazed at the city under the night sky, its brow gradually furrowing.

Hestia was greatly disappointed upon hearing Samael's answer, and curled her lip in disdain at this father god whom Athena so highly praised.

"Do you even need to tell me? I already knew that!"

Samael ignored his old friend's mockery, instead looking up at the sun gradually dispelling the darkness of night and waving gently.

Instantly, the powers that had seeped into the bodies of heroic spirits and anti-heroes, sealing their magic and actions, were gradually drained away.

The people who had been lying on the ground for most of the night got up with complicated expressions, some even looking empty and confused.

Samael yawned, stretched lazily, and spoke meaningfully.

“It’s just dawn. Let’s go back to Tokyo together and settle this matter once and for all.”

However, no sooner had the words been spoken than thunder roared across the sky, and dark clouds obscured the already dim sunlight.

The sky, which had only been bright for a few minutes, darkened again.

"What's going on? It's only the sixth day. According to the calculation, shouldn't there be at least two hours of sunrise time?"

Himiko looked bewildered, and the Starry Sky Mirror in her hand was also completely dark, no longer able to sense any messages from the Shogunate.

"Don't you understand? For some reason, the eternal night has arrived ahead of schedule. And from now on, the sky will never brighten again."

The ancient serpent rolled its eyes at the overly naive sun witch beside it, then looked up at the dark clouds gathering above the city and the gun tower surrounded by fierce lightning and thick blood, its eyes slightly narrowed as it murmured softly.

"After waiting so long, they've finally taken the bait..."

The expedition to Mount Tanba, drawing away all of the shogunate's elite troops, was not merely for the purpose of subduing the Hundred Demons.

Tokyo, at this moment of utter emptiness, is the perfect place for all sorts of gods and ghosts to come out and take the stage.

Clearly, that's what the other side is thinking.

What a coincidence, me too...

Samael's lips curled into a pleased smile as he strode down the mountain toward the final stage.

Chapter Seventy-Five: Though born into the same school, their fates differ.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo.

Low-hanging dark clouds covered the sky, and boundless darkness spread everywhere, as if the whole world was immersed in an eternal silence.

Thump, thump, thump—

Inside the towering gun turret, accompanied by hurried footsteps, a stumbling figure ran somewhat disheveled up the stairs.

Behind her, the constantly writhing and deforming black mist surged in from all directions.

The spells spread across both sides of the staircase were activated one after another, but they could only delay the black mist for a moment.

Damn it, how could this happen!

The general who once ruled this city, the Winter Saintess Justeza, clutched her limp left arm, cursing in frustration as she quickened her pace and rushed into the living room at the center of the gun tower.

hum!

The moment Yustissa stepped out of the stairwell, the runes engraved on both sides of the door frame lit up, and the entire door turned into a pool of flowing mercury, instantly sealing and filling the entire downward passage.

The pervasive black mist was also successfully incorporated into the completely enclosed stairwell using alchemical techniques.

Finally, finally, they've shaken off...

Seeing the silvery light behind her closing in, locking away the last wisp of darkness, Yustissa, leaning against the outer wall, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Wow!"

However, in the instant the general relaxed his guard, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows on both sides of the living room shattered with a crash.

Several pitch-black monsters smashed through the alchemically reinforced double-layered bulletproof glass and roared as they charged into the living room.

Its truck-like shape almost filled the limited space, and from several ferocious mouths covered with sharp teeth, one could faintly smell the stench of corpses and the peculiar aroma of preservatives.

And their appearance is even more unique.

The jaw and head with a row of ferocious teeth belong to the Nile crocodile, which lives in Africa; the robust upper body and fierce mane belong to the lion; and the lower body belongs to the fearless hippopotamus.

Rather than being a chimera that is a mixture of three animals, it should be described as a manifestation of violence and terror in the ancient Egyptian world.

Yustissa, trapped in the center of the monsters, looked grim as their true origins came to mind.

Amit, the beast of judgment dwelling in Yaro, the underworld of Egypt, whose name in the Hieroglyphs means "heart-devourer" or "dead man-eater".

In mythology, Anubis, the god of death, would place the heart of the dead on a scale with a feather of Ma'at (the feather of truth). If the heart was heavier than the feather, it meant the person had committed evil deeds. Anubis would then hand the person over to Amit to swallow, and the swallowed person would be forbidden from entering Aaru and would never find peace. If the heart was lighter than the feather, the person would be judged by Osiris. Amit is the embodiment of divine retribution, representing the punishment for evil.

The wicked who are devoured by Amit will experience a second death and face utter destruction.

In a worldview that believes in the endless cycle of death and life, the greatest fear, more terrifying than hell, is Amit.

For the dead, these execution monsters were a natural nemesis.

Heroic spirits are mostly summoned after death and reborn in the human world.

Therefore, their abilities have a powerful special attack effect on most Heroic Spirits.

Whether they are true Servants or Dark Warriors transformed from the remnants of Heroic Spirits, once they get close to Amit, their spirits will rot or ignite, eventually becoming nourishment for them and making these monsters even stronger.

This is why the entire gun turret's defenses collapsed rapidly under the onslaught of these Amits.

In the ensuing battle, even Justessa found it difficult to withstand its high level of magical power.

After all, she had already devoted most of her power to maintaining the operation of the Holy Grail system throughout the city.

Furthermore, his identity as the evil one in this world happens to be on Amit's menu, making him completely restrained.

Left with no other option, Yustiza could only fight and retreat, hoping to turn the tide by using the reserved "trump card" in the gun tower.

However, these seemingly clumsy and cumbersome monsters were surprisingly fast, managing to cut off her escape route before she could react.

"Roar~~"

With a low growl emanating from its menacing crocodile hair, its imposing body swung its short limbs as it charged toward Yustissa in the center of the living room.

"Trace on!"

Just as Amit, who was attacking from all sides, was about to engulf Yustissa in the center, a deep chanting sound came from outside the broken window.

"Hrunting!"

Immediately afterwards, a sharp whooshing sound came in an instant. A jet-black arrow pierced through the head of the leader of the Amit from the side, and then drew an arc that defied the principles of kinematics, before blowing the heads of the nearby Amits one after another.

Only after all the monsters in the living room had been traversed did the arrow, which had lost its target, change direction and automatically fly back into a small hand with chocolate-colored skin.

Looking at the pile of Amit lying on the windowsill, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief and made the black arrow that had done so much work in her hand disappear.

The Red Hound is a name from the poem "Beowulf," in which King Amphus of Hogwarts lends it to the dragon-slaying hero Beowulf, who ultimately uses it to kill the water monster.

Therefore, it possesses certain special attack effects against creatures such as magical beasts and mythical beasts.

However, the sword was of limited use in the battle against the water demon, and was basically useless. The sword was even dissolved by the water demon's blood, leaving only the golden hilt.

Therefore, during the projection process, Chloe modified it, turning it into one of her commonly used arrows.

As its name "Hound" suggests, it is a tracking-type Noble Phantasm that can attack by locking onto the target's aura. As long as the archer survives, it will continue to pursue the target no matter how many times it is shot down.

Fortunately, although these monsters have strong magic resistance, once they are exposed to flesh, they are still within the range of physical destruction.

However, this can only temporarily halt their actions.

Since it is a beast of judgment from the underworld, it certainly won't be killed so easily.

"Mom, hurry!"

Seeing that the Amit's fatal wounds were healing and their limbs were beginning to move again, Chloe didn't have time to think. She immediately jumped into the living room, grabbed Yustissa, and rushed out of the encirclement.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

However, as soon as the mother and daughter got up, a series of dull thuds came from the large balcony outside the window. Pale-skinned bodies were thrown onto the concrete floor of the balcony like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Immediately, the bodies stitched together with threads and incantations emitted a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, automatically straightening their deformed limbs, and wobblingly rising from the ground as they surged into the room.

"Trace on!"

Chloe quickly projected the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie twin blades and slashed forward.

But a strong sense of resistance came from the blade.

The black and white blades quickly ran out of power, becoming stuck in the target's muscles and bones.

At the same time, several pairs of sharp, black claws swept towards Chloe.

"Use ether as the catalyst, and myself as the furnace. Eternal Red King, I command you swiftly to burn away all the impurities!"

Yustissa chanted rapidly, her right hand sweeping through the air. Clusters of bright yellow flames, emitting the smell of sulfur, suddenly shot up from the ground, burning the surrounding strange walking corpses to ashes like the breath of a dragon.

"These are voodoo zombies, different from ordinary ghouls. Don't be careless!"

The Winter Saintess gave a deep reminder, and Chloe, who had almost suffered a loss due to insufficient information, couldn't help but tense up.

Voodoo zombies don't look much different from regular zombies. However, they are in much better condition than the latter, which are "living, rotting corpses," and retain a basic human form.

Its muscles were all grayish-brown, and its skin had become as tough as leather.

At the same time, they possess basic self-awareness, but their sunken eye sockets burn with the flames of hatred, their minds are filled with bloodlust, they delight in destroying all living things, and bring disaster and destruction wherever they go.

The repulsive voodoo spells residing within it can be transmitted to the target's body through the nails, blood, and other means, thereby damaging the functions of the living.

Worse still, they are fearless and will use any means necessary to kill any living creature that becomes their target.

As she spoke, Yustissa's unsupported left arm drooped down.

On that fair skin, a bluish-black mark was spreading.

Lividity!

Chloe's pupils contracted, and she immediately grabbed Yustissa's left arm, looking at the wave of voodoo zombies that had surrounded them again, her face full of doubt: "No way, you were actually injured like this by them?"

"How could that be! I haven't fallen that low."

Yustissa withdrew her left hand, rolled her eyes at Chloe, and her arrogance remained undiminished.

"I'm not afraid of any more of these lowly pawns..."

Boom!

Just then, another heavy thud was heard as a new batch of voodoo zombies crashed onto the balcony, swaying as they got up.

"Come on!"

Just moments ago, Yustissa had made a solemn promise, but her expression changed slightly. She immediately grabbed Chloe and ran upwards.

Didn't you say you were a great fighter?

Such a rapid change made Chloe look at her mother with a hint of disdain.

"Wow!"

However, accompanied by the sound of chains swinging on the balcony, Chloe felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her whole body stiffened.