Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Don't be fooled by the small size and harmless appearance of the Candy Vine; it is the most thoroughly corrupted. Secretly, it has long used a worm virus to copy a portion of the skills and divinity of its sisters.

Even the creator BB is no exception.

Therefore, in terms of combat power, she may not be the strongest, but her overall strength is definitely not weak.

Moreover, with his own supply of magic, he could easily hold off the weakest of the two, Kadoc and Ivan the Terrible.

Seemingly sensing the malicious gaze behind her, the Candy Vine immediately waved her little hand, and two data-driven maze walls rose from the ground, leading directly to the second floating island. A stiff and ingratiating smile squeezed out of her delicate face.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of things here. Everyone, go first!"

Samael rolled his eyes at the candy vines' expression of shunning a plague, decisively gathered a few people around him, defeated a few scattered killing soldiers in the passage, and headed straight for the second floating island.

Upon entering the new place, a frozen world, a burning sky, and strange ice flames swirling in the gale came into view.

It has an inverted cone shape, and the bark surface has light red patterns. It is a fantastic tree that can already produce independent imaginary trees, and its branches sway.

Beneath the tree stood a girl with long brown hair, a deep blue left eye, and a black veil covering her right eye, who slowly rose to her feet.

One of the seven members of Group A among the 48 Master candidates of Chaldea, and one of the Cryptors.

A modern-day Valkyrie.

A top student in the Department of Spirit Summoning.

The special holder of the Mystic Eyes—Ophelia Famsolone.

Facing the approaching enemy, the girl had a clear goal. She decisively opened her right hand, which was engraved with Command Seals, and solemnly pondered.

"By Command Spell, Saber, annihilation begins!"

In an instant, a beastly roar echoed through the sky as a giant, composed entirely of lava and flames, dragging a burning flaming sword, emerged from the starlight projected by the Imaginary Tree.

Second Lostbelt, Concept Extraction:

The Age of Endless Ice and Flame - Ragnarok!

Chapter 48 Peggy, No!

Samael's expression turned grim as he watched his old nemesis from the Norse Ages, whom he had once betrayed and killed, reappear in the world under the influence of the Imaginary Tree's "Humanity Alteration" and the magician Ophelia's summons.

"Roar!"

The giant, towering over ten thousand feet tall, let out a deafening roar, wielding a blazing demonic sword with both hands, and unleashing intense flames forward.

The intense heat, like scorching mountains and boiling seas, distorts the surrounding air, creating a magnificent, deep blue hue where flames from the sky and ice covering the earth intertwine.

Beautiful yet dangerous.

"Wow!"

Just as the overwhelming, endless ice flames were about to annihilate everyone, towering waves surged up, forming layers upon layers of shield walls that forcefully blocked the power unleashed by the Fiery Demon Sword.

"You go first, leave this to me!"

Standing amidst the waves, Lilith spoke solemnly, with streams of water coiling around her like snakes.

"Okay, then be careful!"

Samael nodded emphatically, decisively handing the battlefield over to Melting Lilith, and then led the remaining forces, under the cover of the raging torrent, to quickly break through this world of endless ice and flame and head to the next floating island.

There are three goddess concepts incorporated into the dissolved Lilith's body.

The first goddess was Artemis, the Greek goddess of the moon, iron, and the hunt. She possessed the power to control the rise and fall of tides, to purify, and to spread disease.

The second deity is Leviathan, appearing in the Old Testament, or the serpent-cross staff of Rothendre from Ugaritic mythology. It shares the same origin as the staff of Moses that parted the Red Sea, and also symbolizes the sea itself, which was parted by this staff. It grants the wielder a water-like adaptability, enabling them to adjust to any situation.

The third deity is the Hindu river goddess Saraswati. She possesses the ability to manipulate natural phenomena, especially "flowing things" such as water and wind, music and speech, debate, and poetry.

All three pillars possess powers related to "water," perfectly countering the flames of the Fire Giant King Surtur in terms of attributes.

Moreover, with her own infinite magic power, her divinity and authority can be exerted to the maximum extent, which is more than enough to deal with the phantoms woven by the Imaginary Tree after it tampered with the foundation of human reason.

Behind them, Leviathans, giant sea serpents manifested from divinity, surged with waves, tearing at the charging fire giant king, Surt.

The war between water and fire unfolded fiercely on this frozen land.

Meanwhile, on the third floating island.

The activated Imaginary Tree has blossomed, its bark has turned black and cracked, and the exposed Milky Way inside has turned the surrounding sky an eerie red-black, making the surrounding air seem somewhat hot.

A gentle breeze rustled through the branches that covered the void.

Under the tree stood a tall, slender man with pink hair, blue eyes, and a thin face. He regretfully closed the Indian epic "Mahabharata" in his hands, stood up gracefully, and looked at the uninvited guests approaching him. His face was filled with a smile that was completely different from the previous two members of Group A.

"Hehe, Mashu, is this the Master you chose? He's actually a handsome young man with good taste. Um, could you tell me his name?"

Her blinking, deep blue eyes looked at Samael, and a hint of allure unexpectedly shone through her narrow pupils.

The ancient snake, which was being targeted, unconsciously twitched its stiff facial muscles, and suddenly felt a tightness in its anus and a sharp pain in its testicles.

Scandinavian Peperoncino, one of the seven members of Group A among the 48 Master candidates of Chaldea.

Nationality unknown. Name is also fake.

The name Scandinavian Peperoncino, literally translated as "garlic and pepper pasta from a dark place," is clearly a fabrication.

In fact, this person was not Italian but Japanese, whose full name was Myorenji Kararou. He was a talented member of the Myorenji family who practiced the Tengu Way.

Because his mind and body were not understood by others, and he could not tolerate his family members killing for their own purposes, he killed all 400 members of his family before leaving and wandered alone.

Later, Marisbury, the former director of Chaldea, met him during his travels and invited the free magician to join Chaldea Group A.

Peperoncino is the oldest in Group A, and he seems like a man born in the wrong era.

Because he practiced the "Extinction of Leaks" technique of the Tengu Path, he had some knowledge of his future and end, which made him very open-minded and frank in his dealings with others. He had a straightforward and humorous personality and always told jokes to ease the atmosphere in Group A.

It's worth mentioning that, although he has a somewhat Italian appearance, he is surprisingly knowledgeable about Buddhism.

Of course, they are also very good at Indian mythology, and are said to have a fondness for the mythological view of destruction and destruction.

In short, he is a very complex and emotional person.

However, none of this was enough to make Samael so wary.

The most crucial reason is that she is a transgender person.

She has always been looking forward to her prince charming, and has a particular fondness for handsome men...

"Are you really unwilling to tell me? I'd like to get to know you better."

Peperoncino saw Samael looking nervous across from him and couldn't help but feel resentful, as if he had just been abandoned by someone.

"Senior Peipei, whatever dangerous thing you are doing, please stop immediately!"

Fortunately, just as Samael was feeling a chill run down his spine, Mashu stepped forward and offered earnest advice.

When the issue at hand came up, the woman with the unusual sexual orientation could only reluctantly turn her gaze away, look at Mashu opposite her, and sigh slightly.

"Little Mashu, listen to my advice, don't go any further. I don't want you to get hurt..."

That soft, feminine voice, conveying genuine concern, wasn't unpleasant, but it also subtly revealed her stance.

Looking at this senior who was usually kind and would occasionally whisper to her, yet showed no sign of backing down, Mashu scratched her hair, feeling somewhat lost and pained.

"Senior Peipei, why did you do this? Why did you hurt everyone?"

“We…” Peperoncino’s eyes fell on Mashu’s frail appearance, and after a moment, he spoke softly, “…we just walked the path we thought was right.”

"If there are disagreements, why can't we sit down and discuss them properly with everyone?"

Seeing that Peperoncino's tone had softened, Mashu couldn't help but press for more information.

"Mash, humans are destined to be unable to understand each other."

However, Peperoncino shook his head slightly, his tone becoming more serious, and his azure eyes revealed a rare desolation and vicissitude.

Because she was a transgender person with a male body and a female heart, she suffered a lot of scorn and ridicule. As the only heir of the family, her relatives and friends regarded her as a disgrace and gradually abandoned her as an outsider, but they still stubbornly demanded that she have more children.

This kind of reproduction naturally requires mating with the opposite sex.

I had clearly stated that I could not do it, but I was forced to do it again and again.

In the end, he killed all his relatives, left his homeland, and left that filthy family whose mission was to kill. He finally gained a little bit of peace.

During her travels, she witnessed the infighting and power struggles in civilized society caused by differing interests, as well as the bloodshed and cutthroat competition for survival in primitive tribes.

Her old beliefs gradually took root in her mind.

It is virtually impossible for humanity to understand each other and for the world to achieve harmony.

Some things are not about right or wrong, but about perspective. Others have their own choices, and we will have our own answers.

When paths diverge, disagreements and conflicts become inevitable.

Just like those loved ones who died at their own hands, this is the price to pay for making choices.

Peperoncino shook his head, banishing the jumbled thoughts of the past from his mind, and looked at the junior schoolmate opposite him, speaking solemnly.

"I can't tell you the specific reason, because I've been placed under a restriction. If you want to know the answer, then defeat me and reach the end yourselves. Otherwise, you should go back as soon as possible and enjoy your last moments with those around you before the planet is rebuilt..."

"I'm sorry, Senior Peipei, although I respect you very much, I have a reason to fight!"

Mashu glanced at someone behind her, gripped her shield tightly, and shook her head firmly.

Upon receiving the reply, Peperoncino also broke into a hearty smile.

"Hehe, this is really exhilarating!"

Immediately, Peperoncino raised his right hand, revealing the rather flamboyant red heart-shaped Command Seal on the back of his hand, and chanted it in a high-pitched voice.

"By the Command Spell, be wrathful before fate, Archer!"

"Hahahaha! After all that nonsense, we're still going to fight in the end. You finally let me out, you dawdling fool!"

His wild, disdainful laughter and unrestrained remarks, like surging flames, quickly filled the surrounding air with the smell of gunpowder.

A robust young man with short, flame-like hair and dark brown skin emerged from the flames rising beneath the Imaginary Tree, the sun-like ring blades on his back humming.

...that is, the neighing of a horse.

Asri, in the Mahabharata, is considered one of the strongest Brahmin warriors, comparable to Karna. Although of Brahmin caste, he practices the true Dharma of the Kshatriyas. He is the only son of the guru Drona and the wrathful incarnation of the great god Shiva.

Like flames constantly burning around him, this is a person who is constantly angry.

He was angry at injustice, angry at sadness, angry at arrogance—in short, he was simply angry, and that was the source of his power.

And since his body is half-possessed by the wrath of Shiva, once his anger is ignited, he will never stop until he has defeated his enemy.

Clearly, the horse's neighing has ignited a furious fighting spirit, and the spinning blades behind it herald a bloody battle.

The branches of the Imaginary Tree swayed and danced with the neighing of horses as they charged into battle, as if performing the world-destroying dance of the Great God Shiva, refreshing the corrupt world and restarting this "Yoga".

Third Lostbelt, Concept Extraction:

—Creation, destruction, and reincarnation, Yuga Kshatriya!

Faced with the menacing ancient Indian hero, Samael turned to look behind him and decisively pointed to him.

"Passionlip, he's in your hands now!"

"Okay, okay..."

Awakening from her daze, she smiled passionately, nodded subconsciously, and then obediently stepped forward to intercept the charging horse.

"You actually hid behind a woman! Get smashed to pieces, you bastard!"

As expected of the embodiment of anger, Ma Si cursed Samael when he saw that his opponent was a little girl who couldn't even speak properly. At the same time, he raised the ring blade in his hand high.

"Boom!"

However, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the robust figure, as fiery as a raging fire, flew back like a cannonball and crashed heavily into the Imaginary Tree.

"You are not allowed to hurt Master!"

With passionate lips, he lowered the pair of enormous metal claws that had instinctively been raised in front of him, looked at his opponent lying sprawled in the deep pit, and solemnly declared.

At that moment, Ma Si, who had been swatted into the ground like a fly, pulled his head out from the pile of rubble and looked incredulously at the seemingly frail pink-haired girl, gasping in shock.

"...Lady Parvati...no...no...and Lady Durga! Hiss, who are you?!"

“I’m Passionlip… um… if I hurt you, yes, I’m sorry…”

She bowed deeply with enthusiastic lips and timidly introduced herself.

Beneath that seemingly submissive apology, Ma Si's nerves, which had calmed down due to fear, were instantly filled with rage.