Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Get down!"

Without a word, Yustissa kicked her daughter to the ground, while she herself chanted incantations at high speed, summoning the surrounding metallic matter to instantly form a huge standing alchemical shield under the catalysis of alchemy.

"puff!"

But in the blink of an eye, the heavy shield was sliced ​​open like tofu, and a strange longsword with three sharp spikes at its tip was plunged into the wine cabinet behind it, splashing wine all over the floor.

fine……

Under the cover of the shield, Yustissa, who had already assumed a crouching defensive posture, looked at the black chains and strange longsword that had grazed the heads of the two of them and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Got you!"

But before the Winter Saintess could catch her breath, the chains reaching out from the balcony suddenly trembled, shattering the entire alchemical shield into pieces.

Chloe looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-haired, black-skinned, barefoot African American woman effortlessly dragging several corpses onto the balcony.

She wore a very African-style cloak from head to toe, with metal ornaments on her lower body, and held an alien sword in her hand. Her pupils were as red as jewels, and her appearance was filled with an aura of madness and death, but her voice was like that of a cute little girl.

"You really are a persistent ghost, Nzabi..."

Yustissa touched the lividity on her left arm, which seemed to have spread even more, and gritted her teeth with a cold snort.

Nzambhi, the original god of the zombie lineage, is the supreme deity of the Vili people of Congo, Africa, the mother of all life and the great princess, and the earth goddess.

She is also one of the originators of modern voodoo.

Voodoo, also known as "Voodoo religion," is a religion whose name, "Voodoo," actually means "soul" in African languages ​​and is a transliteration of the Latin word "Voodoo."

Originating in West Africa, it is a primitive religion that blends ancestor worship, animism, and spiritualism, somewhat resembling shamanism. It is prevalent in West African countries stretching from Ghana in the west to Nigeria in the east, and also flourishes in Haiti and the Caribbean, Louisiana in the southern United States, and South America, with numerous ethnic groups practicing it.

A Mother Earth? No wonder...

At this moment, Chloe finally understood whose hand her mother had been wronged by.

"The Shogun of the Shogunate, right? If you obediently hand over the Greater Grail, I will consider sparing your life."

Nzabi licked his scarlet tongue and walked over gracefully, his pendants jingling as he smiled and made the suggestion.

"You want this? You should have said so earlier!"

Upon hearing the request, Yustissa rolled her eyes at the African earth goddess who was relentlessly pursuing her, and then relaxed completely.

Enbizan was somewhat surprised by the other party's quick agreement. Her scarlet eyes scanned Yustissa's almost perfect body, and a deep regret was revealed in her eyes.

Such a beautiful body should be made into a specimen and preserved properly.

However, though somewhat reluctant, as a deity, Enbizan kept his promise and put down the strange longsword in his hand, stepping forward to take back his spoils from the trading partner.

However, just as the Earth Mother Goddess reached out her hand, Yustissa spread her hands, looking quite innocent.

"You're too late. I've already given this to the person downstairs."

As she spoke, Yustiza pointed to the stairwell sealed off by mercury, her expression a mixture of helplessness and reproach, as if she were blaming Embizan for not arriving sooner.

"Boom!"

Just as the Winter Saintess was making her solemn promise, the previously sealed passageway below suddenly burst open, and the spreading black mist rushed into the room. A figure with a strong oriental style, dressed in linen, with a human body but a jackal's head, carrying a scepter, stepped out of the darkness.

As this new visitor stepped into the hall, the surrounding beasts of judgment, Amit, rose from the floor and gathered around him, whimpering softly.

"I didn't take it..."

In a deep, muffled murmur, the defendant, sporting a jackal-like hairstyle, gazed intently at Yustissa.

Yustissa, who had somehow slipped up to the top of the stairs, stopped and gave a stiff smile.

But then, this wicked man's eyes lit up, and a malicious urging appeared on his face.

"Anubis, if you take care of that crazy woman over there, the Holy Grail will be yours, won't it?"

For a moment, their eyes met, and the atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

Chapter Seventy-Six: What a weak god!!

Gun turret, in the stairwell.

Two figures, one large and one small, fled in panic, pursued relentlessly by the Judgment Beasts Amit and a horde of Voodoo Zombies.

Damn it, this isn't what we agreed on!

Surrounded by enemies, Yustissa was frustrated and sullen, her face filled with annoyance.

Perhaps it's because of his character?

Chloe glanced at the Winter Saintess, who was lacking in morals, and muttered to herself about why her attempt to fool her had failed.

Given her "excellent" character, she wouldn't believe the same thing even if you told her the same thing.

Indeed, to successfully commit fraud, one must try to disguise oneself as a harmless and good person.

The young girl with chocolate skin silently learns from her parents' words and deeds, summarizes new knowledge points, and accumulates valuable experience for the iteration and upgrading of her playing style.

"Back off!"

The loud shout came to her ears, and Chloe, regaining her senses, instinctively lowered her head and shrank back.

Almost the instant she paused, a strange African tribal sword adorned with metal ornaments shattered the side window and hurtled in.

At the same time, heavy footsteps were approaching from behind, and the Egyptian jackal god carrying a scepter was walking in, shrouded in black mist.

"FakeNineLives (Fake Shoot Hundreds)!"

Seeing the two lingering foreign spirits chasing after her again, Chloe clenched her fist and gripped the black stone axe sword that appeared in her palm, sweeping it across the voodoo zombies surging towards her right front.

Puff puff puff!

In an instant, nine fierce wind pressures sliced ​​vertically, and dozens of walking corpses with skin as hard as leather exploded into clouds of blood mist.

[Shoots a Hundred Heads], the Noble Phantasm of the ancient Greek hero Hercules, is shaped like an axe or sword made for crushing rocks.

Originally designed to annihilate the Hydra, the bow and arrows evolved into martial arts techniques adapted to various weapons, evolving into a distinct style. This style could be considered a Noble Phantasm, but only the Lost Sword developed into a viable weapon.

Currently, this is the most powerful batch of Noble Phantasms that Chloe can project.

Fortunately, although the attack consumed a great deal of magic power, it successfully cleared the passageway.

"There!"

Chloe pointed to the door at the end of the corridor and reminded her in a deep voice.

With pursuers both in front and behind, the only option is to try a different route from the middle.

Mother and daughter were of the same mind. Upon hearing the voice, Yustissa raised her right hand without hesitation and chanted rapidly towards the pursuers who were closing in behind her.

"shapeistLeben! (O wreckage, I give you life!)"

Silver threads are criss-crossed, forming complex outlines. Complex three-dimensional objects intertwined and combined with each other, appearing like rattan handicrafts, with ferocious wings, beaks, and sharp claws. It was an exquisite silver filigree craft based on a giant eagle.

These Holmkrus (artificial life forms) created on-site through alchemy were transformed into alternative weapons. They flapped their wings and emitted a high-pitched screech as if a metal blade were slicing through the air, and flew towards the stairwell like bullets.

A burst of intense flames erupted, followed by a deafening roar, shattering half of the windows on the entire floor.

Whether it was the Egyptian jackal god, the African earth goddess, the beast of judgment, or the voodoo zombie, they were all temporarily blocked by the collapsed stairwell and the aftershocks of the explosion.

"go!"

After successfully shaking off her pursuers, Yustissa decisively turned around, grabbed Chloe, and rushed into the door at the end of the corridor as fast as she could.

However, as they turned a corner in the corridor, the mother and daughter nearly collided with a figure.

Yustissa and Chloe instinctively stopped and focused their attention.

The girl rushing towards them from the side was dressed in Australian Aboriginal style clothing, with her light-colored long hair tied into two low ponytails, and wearing asymmetrical copper-colored objects on her hands and feet that looked like ornaments.

Her arms and legs are prosthetics with complex structures and tribal-style patterns engraved on them.

Those rainbow-colored eyes, with their vertically split pupils shimmering with a strange radiance, appeared dreamlike and beautiful.

But at this moment, the more beautiful a creature is, the more danger it hides.

Another deity!

Sensing that familiar divine aether, Yustissa's heart sank.

"No, don't come here!"

Unexpectedly, before the two could even prepare for a fight, the girl standing at the corner was the first to react as if facing a formidable enemy, looking like a frightened bird. She warned them with a fierce but weak tone while retreating cautiously.

"I'm warning you, don't come any closer! I'm very powerful... Waaah!"

Just as the girl was making her statement, Justisa launched a shameless sneak attack.

At their master's beckoning, two silver-haired eagles, which had been scouting ahead, quietly circled around to either side of the divine maiden. They then suddenly burst open, transforming into countless silver threads woven with magical power, binding the unsuspecting divine maiden tightly.

"Aaaaaah, help! I don't want to die! Lord Anubis, save me!"

The tightly bound goddess girl, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, panicked and twisted her body, emitting mournful cries.

Even more so, glistening tears welled up in the corners of the girl's eyes.

Is this... God?

What a weak god...

The mother and daughter, who were running through the passageway, exchanged a glance and had the same thought in their hearts.

"Rainbow Serpent, shut up! If you make another sound, I'll turn you into a specimen!"

The rumble of concrete being ripped apart echoed through the corridor as the angry voice of a young girl resounded.

The Rainbow Serpent, the supreme deity of the Australian Aborigines, is said to have a bronze body and a serpentine appearance. She is a supreme being who transcends all good and evil, and the Australian Aborigines believe that the Rainbow Serpent possesses a great will.

Legend has it that this deity governs the climate and sleeps deep in a sacred spring. If the spring water is polluted, the rainbow serpent will become angry and cause a flood.

In addition, the rainbow serpent is awakened by the scent of menstrual blood from women, and it will swallow those who have committed various sins, purify them, and then spit them out.

He really is a divine servant, and the supreme god of an entire race...

Yustissa glanced back at the pathetic deity bound in silver threads, his face almost streaked with tears, and felt speechless.

However, considering the current situation of indigenous people in Australia, it seems somewhat understandable.

After all, even the Native Americans who experienced the massacres in the Americas at least preserved their culture and the fire.

Australian Aboriginal people estimate that now, only one name remains...

Without the support of land, faith, and civilization, a deity without a vassal state is like a king without territory, not much different from a wild beast.

Who knows what's going on with this former supreme god of Australia now?

But instead of worrying about the god's situation, you should worry about yourself.

Yustissa's gaze swept over Nzambhi, the African earth goddess, and the weeping Australian supreme deity Rainbow Serpent following behind, and her face darkened.

They were actually in cahoots!

Suddenly, Justeza seemed to realize something, and her pupils contracted sharply as she looked at the two divine servants.

Wait, there's still one missing!

At the same time, a sharp tremor came from the air, and a scepter, carrying a heavy aura of death, came whistling in.

Within the thick black mist, the cloaked jackal god stood blocking the path to the upper level.

"RhoAias (Covering the Seven Rings of the Seraphim)!"

Feeling immense pressure, Chloe subconsciously projected her strongest defensive artifact in an attempt to counter the attack from Anubis, the god of death.

However, even the true form of the Shield of Ajax, which possesses an absolute defense against projectile weapons, is still far too weak to contend with the power of the gods.

Moreover, Chloe's projection is not complete; it can only manifest the shape of four petals, and its defensive capabilities are strictly speaking only about half of her original form.

Thus, with the strike of the Grim Reaper's scepter, the four crimson petals in front of Chloe shattered, her body staggered backward, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Just as the scepter was about to pierce through the last layer of protection and plunge into Chloe's chest, a delicate hand wrapped in silver thread reached out from the side and grabbed the scepter tightly in mid-air.

Finally, just an inch from Chloe's skin, the weapon of Anubis, the god of death, was abruptly brought to a stop.

"Not bad, Mom."

Chloe, who had survived the ordeal, couldn't help but smile and slapped Yustissa's arm.

But upon contact, half of the Winter Saintess's body swayed, and the black scepter in her hand clattered to the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

On the right arm that hung limply, a layer of dark gray death energy could be vaguely seen beneath the skin, churning and surging.