Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Instantly, the suppressive force from the runes and terrifying power caused the voodoo doll in N'Zanbi's hand to twist violently in the opposite direction.

Click!

In an instant, the Earth Mother Goddess was struck as if by lightning. Her bones cracked and popped, and her limbs and neck twisted into the same position, falling straight to the ground like a discarded, tattered rag doll.

Voodoo is known for its bizarre and sinister nature. While it is unique in its use of curses, it is also prone to backlash.

Right now, this Earth Mother Goddess who made a mistake is a living example of reaping what she sowed.

However, thanks to the power of the Earth Mother, although Enzambhi was twisted into a pretzel and fell to the ground, he was only incapacitated and far from being fatal.

Then, Samael, shaking his neck, looked over the mangled Nzambhi on the ground and gazed at the Egyptian jackal god.

"Next, you, dog..."

Because of his natural affinity for canines, Samael couldn't help but grin.

However, as they stared at each other, Anubis, who had remained calm throughout, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had seen an immense terror. His dry throat gurgled and he uttered a difficult murmur.

"The World-Destroying Serpent—Apophis..."

Chapter Eighty: A Bribe from the Goddess

"Apophis? You mean that thing that travels from the Nile to the Oceanus? It tastes good..."

Samael's upturned lips formed a faint curve, and his casual reply stirred up a storm in Anubis's heart.

The taste... is good...

Before the Egyptian jackal god could process the astonishing amount of information, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinholes, and he swung his golden and brown sand staff in a wide arc, imbued with the chilling power of death, and struck forward with lightning speed.

"when!"

A sharp metallic clang rang out, creating waves of air, the shockwaves of which could instantly turn ordinary people into a bloody mist.

In the fierce etheric storm, Anubis, who was the first to be hit, was like a small boat being battered by a ten-thousand-ton wave. Two deep furrows were carved out under his feet as he slid all the way to the outside of the gun turret.

“Nephthys!”

Seeing that he was about to be knocked off the tower by this overwhelming force and forced to the edge, Anubis roared and raised his golden sand staff, plunging it into the ground. The dense death aura around him was like a pair of closed black wings, sheltering the jackal god in its wings.

Nephthys, daughter of Geb, the god of the earth, and Nut, the goddess of the sky, sister of Osiris, Set, and Isis, wife of Set, the god of the desert and war, and one of the Ennead of Egypt.

She is the patron goddess of houses and the dead, and also the mother of Anubis, the god of death.

Finally, after awakening the protective power from his mother goddess Nephthys within his bloodline, Anubis stopped retreating and stood at the edge of the tower's top floor.

Wow, so fast! So strong!

The jackal god, with his back bent and back hunched, leaned on his golden sand staff, looking up at the opposite side with eyes filled with horror and fear.

The aura I felt just now was definitely right!

Ra, the god above, truly devoured Apophis, a monster that even Ra himself could only repel but not completely kill!

Under Anubis's almost horrified gaze, Samael emerged from the billowing smoke, swinging his wrist, a hint of admiration also appearing on his handsome face.

"Not bad, dog, as expected of a Seth's offspring..."

Set, the god of war, desert and storms in the Egyptian almanac, is also the father of Anubis, the jackal god.

If someone else were to use this tone and manner to make such a metaphor to Anubis, it would clearly be a great disrespect.

But at this moment, the Jackal God swallowed hard and fell silent.

Because the other side has that qualification.

"I told you all to go together, but you insisted on delivering them one by one. Well, don't blame me then..."

A deep sound approached from afar, and a dark, ghostly light broke through the barriers of time and space, arriving in an instant.

The speed was so fast that Anubis couldn't even catch it. It wasn't until it was right in front of him that the jackal god glimpsed the creature's true form.

A serpentine wing stained with deep black!

Like the tip of a spear striking out, Nephthys's protective halo shattered. The jackal god, exposed beneath the serpent's wings, tried to raise his golden sand staff to defend himself, but his blood turned ice-cold, and his movements became unusually sluggish.

Because it contains the power of Apophis, the serpent of destruction, it has a strong restraining effect on the Egyptian gods, making it a natural nemesis.

Like predator and prey.

"Demon King (Erlknig)! Demon Bullet (Freischütz)!"

Just as Anubis was about to be pierced through the chest, several jet-black, ink-like cursed bullets, imbued with a strong sense of death, shattered the tip of the serpentine wing.

The goddess of the underworld, who rules over this divine realm of the underworld, has finally made her move.

"Why must you be my enemy? Why must you force me to this?!"

Standing in the magic circle, Izanami looked at the figure she least wanted to see, biting her cherry lips tightly, her eyes filled with a deep gloom, and the death aura behind her flowed and surged like ink.

Samael turned around, his gaze passing through the figure as he looked around.

The sky was as black as ink, and a long river of death flowed across the earth.

Beneath the dilapidated buildings grows wildly twisted flesh and blood; beneath the cracked roads lies a bottomless abyss.

This dead divine kingdom is filled with the filth of resentment and bitterness, like a live volcano about to revive.

The heroic spirits, anti-heroes, and gods who descended here were also corrupted by the will to die, gradually taking on the same mad undertones.

The only standing gun turret, like a lonely island floating in a dark sea, is being torn apart and buried bit by bit.

Once this final barrier is breached, the singularity of complete transformation will inevitably surface into the mortal realm, bringing catastrophic consequences.

The ancient serpent looked toward the source of all the anomalies and sighed helplessly.

"There's nothing I can do, you've left me with no other choice, Eriyo..."

The familiar address seemed to stir the heartstrings of the Goddess of the Underworld. Her hand, which was gripping the Heavenly Spear, paused slightly as she looked intently at the figure before her and spoke softly.

"In that case, I'll help you choose!"

The snow-white bowl spun, and the Heavenly Spear, with its shrine shimenawa rope and diamond-shaped paper pendant hanging from its hand, was stirred forward.

"Divine water, divine fire, divine wind, clear and bright!"

The once sacred chants of prayer to the gods now attract a completely opposite, corrupt force from this distorted world.

The foul-smelling waters of the underworld, the crimson and black fires of hell, and the icy winds of the netherworld converged into a turbid torrent like black mud, sweeping towards Samael.

If you accept and understand these things, you will definitely agree with me.

But as the filth gushed toward the divine core, Samael's twelve serpentine wings automatically folded forward, protecting him and preventing any contamination.

It's fake! You're lying to me again!

In an instant, Izanami's gaze lost its last vestige of warmth, becoming frantic and gloomy.

The Heavenly Spear, carrying the accumulated resentment and anger of the entire Netherworld, struck forward, its pitch-black tip meeting at the point where the twelve serpentine wings converged.

"Buzz!"

The heavens and earth trembled, and a dark power erupted, as if the entire world was tearing and squeezing at him.

The twelve serpentine wings in front of Samael shattered one after another, and the sharp spear tips pierced through inch by inch.

However, the serpentine wings that had been torn and pierced did not dissipate. Instead, they resembled giant black snakes with their scales bursting open, coiling forward along the shaft of the Heavenly Spear.

The powers of both sides clashed and entangled fiercely, mediated by spears and wings.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a figure arrived late, leading several people, breaking through the deathly fog, smashing open the dilapidated door, and stepping onto the final battlefield at the top of the tower.

"Eri...Eri? It's you?"

A bewildered murmur, tinged with an inexplicable familiarity.

Izanami subconsciously looked up at the entrance to the top floor of the tower, her breath catching inexplicably.

At the same time, Samael seized this fleeting opportunity without hesitation. The several serpentine wings wrapped around the Heavenly Spear once again unleashed their power, shattering the malice from the entire Netherworld Kingdom and pulling the unsuspecting Netherworld Goddess towards him.

Five slender, pale fingers were raised towards Izanami's wide-open chest.

The attack was swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, and was textbook perfect.

As expected, it was all fake.

As her fingertips touched it, Izanami murmured silently in her heart.

All tangible life, whether human, demon, or deity, is ultimately the fruit of a poisonous tree destined to decay.

No matter how noble the appeal, how beautiful the vow, or how lofty the glory, they are all just empty, glamorous shells.

Their essence flows with ugly pus and putrefaction, and sooner or later they will wither and rot until they are crawling with maggots.

If you don't make demands, you won't be betrayed;

What you've never possessed, you can never lose;

I shouldn't have had any illusions about these things again.

But you clearly promised...

They promised to stand by my side and never abandon me.

Izanami closed her dim eyes, awaiting her own end.

"do not want!"

Trapped in the dead zone at the gate, Hestia, arriving late, saw the scene before her and burst into a pleading cry.

To escape potential unrest in Greece, she sought refuge alone in Tokyo.

The child who initially took her in was named "Eriyo Utsumi".

They were once business partners and friends who lived together.

Mingming was a girl full of hope for life...

The goddess of the hearth wanted to stop it, but ultimately she was powerless to do so and could only wave her weak arm.

As a chief god who participated in the war of the giants and the war of the covenant, she knew better than anyone how terrifying that guy was.

No matter what, Eriyo has no chance of winning...

Hestia closed her eyes with a sense of sorrow and even despair.

However, the two goddesses waited for a moment, but the expected stinging and roaring did not come as promised.

Because that hand only stopped at Izanami's chest and took off a red rope tied around the goddess's neck.

A uniquely shaped silver coin is tied to the very center of the rope.

Its front features a six-pointed star, while the back has a protective triangle. The style of its decoration and lines leans towards ancient Rome, suggesting it is quite old. However, it lacks both the emperor's portrait and the proper date markings, making it more like a modern artifact that has been artificially aged.

The weight should be less than 30 grams.

To be precise, it should be 21 grams, the same as the legendary weight of the soul.

As the pendant was removed from her body, the thick, inky filth on Izanami's body, like water being swallowed by a giant whale, dried up instantly.

The anger and resentment that occupied the heart of this goddess of the underworld also melted away.

"Now, we're even."

The monarch from hell tore off the red string, picked up the strange silver coin that had turned almost pure black, and smiled as he stuffed it into his pocket.

Looking at the unexpected situation before her, Hestia seemed somewhat dazed.

She seemed to remember that there was a silver coin in Hell called PentecostalCoin, which was a pass to and from Hell. It could only be used once and was paid to demons to wash away one's sins and redeem one's soul.

Legend has it that these silver coins used to bribe demons have two origins and prototypes.

One originates from ancient Greek mythology, where the dead give Chiron, the ferryman, a toll for their journey into the underworld; however, it should actually be a gold coin.

The other originates from Christian mythology, where Judas betrayed Jesus and received 30 pieces of silver, which he offered to the devil to atone for his sins.

But whatever the truth of the story, the silver coin that Izanami wore on her chest did indeed bribe the demon before her.

Furthermore, the silver coin absorbed the filth and sins that the goddess of the underworld had long endured.

At this moment, Izanami, having regained her senses, looked at Samael with a bewildered and confused expression.

"why?"