Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The woman's expression softened slightly, but when her gaze fell upon Diana behind Samael, she couldn't help but frown again.

"If that's the case, why are you associating with heretics?"

"There is no coercion in faith; for right and wrong are clearly distinguished. For He is the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful, the All-Knowing, and the All-Powerful Lord."

Samael spoke leisurely, a subtle smile on his face.

The woman opposite her was speechless for a moment, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

This comes from verse 256 of Book II of the Quran, and God really did say this.

Samael stood between the two women, looked them over, smiled with narrowed eyes, and seemed very curious.

How did you two start fighting? Tell me about it.

Diana stepped forward, arms crossed, her cold gaze fixed on the Middle Eastern girl opposite her.

"What else could it be? She openly committed murder in the street, slaughtering more than a dozen people. She was utterly vicious!"

"The God I worship is not the one who wields the weapon. The evildoers in this city, the heretics who seek the Holy Grail, and the magicians who manipulate evil spells are all enemies of God."

The girl in black veil spoke softly, but raised her hand to her chest, her expression as calm and devout as ever.

"Even if they are guilty, they need to be judged by law. Your God has no jurisdiction over this land! Besides, I just tracked them down here and haven't even asked them anything yet, and you've already killed them all?"

Diana's face darkened, her expression filled with displeasure and anger.

She had been busy for several months preparing for this commission, and just when it was time to close the net, the city of Xueyuan was inexplicably isolated from the outside world. Then, overnight, 80 permanent residents disappeared without a trace. Finally, the few informants she had just found were all wiped out in no time by this suddenly appearing Middle Eastern terrorist.

At this point, the little clue he had painstakingly grasped was completely cut off.

With this disruption, her subsequent investigation became even more difficult.

So, in a fit of anger, the two sides started fighting.

Having understood the whole story, Samael sighed and silently complained to himself.

The real trouble hasn't even been found yet, and they've already started fighting amongst themselves. What kind of mess is this?

Seeing the two people getting closer and gradually developing a tense atmosphere, as if they were about to start fighting again at any moment, Samael quickly stepped in and sternly stopped them.

"Listen to me, from now on, we must work together to investigate the cause of the Snowfield City's singularity!"

Then, the ancient snake turned to look at the Middle Eastern girl beside him and immediately added a specific requirement.

"And you, without my order, are not allowed to kill anyone!"

However, the girl merely raised her eyelids slightly, glanced indifferently at the man in front of her, and did not give him any credit.

“Even though we are both believers, you have no right to command me.”

With that, the girl turned and walked towards the door, intending to break away from the three people in front of her and continue to act alone according to her own will.

Samael looked at the girl's retreating figure and shook his head helplessly.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson on behalf of Jusudera today..."

Instantly, the girl stopped in her tracks, turned around abruptly, and her ruby-like eyes shot out two cold and sharp beams of light.

"To dare to call Hassan by his name is an act of disrespect, punishable by death!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's black robe fluttered without wind, and a twisted, strange, purplish-red, light-like arm reached out from behind her and grabbed at Samael's chest with lightning speed.

"Zabaniya (delusional heart sound)!"

The chilling whisper was like the pronouncement of death; the cursed hand from purgatory arrived in an instant.

Faced with this overwhelming and powerful claw, Samael gently raised his right index finger and pointed it forward.

"puff!"

The deformed arm, constructed entirely of etheric blocks, immediately burst open, like a bubble that had been casually punctured.

The Middle Eastern girl was struck dumb, her heart throbbed with pain, a metallic taste rose in her mouth, and a powerful shock ran through her mind.

This guy is amazing!

【Delusional Mind Voice】is an ability she copied from Hassan the Cursed Arm. It allows her to use ethereal blocks to create a dual existence that can influence the original body from the reflection of the victim in a mirror, such as organs like the heart.

Once the counterfeit that resonates with the original is destroyed, the original can curse the target to death without lifting a finger.

However, the downside is that if the target has high magic power, it can be repelled, and if "luck" is high, it may be avoided.

Clearly, the person opposite her possessed a level of magic far exceeding her own.

Even the cursed hand, imbued with the power of a demon god, could not withstand his casual strike; the difference in their abilities was obvious.

Even so, the girl did not back down; instead, an even stronger fighting spirit brewed within her.

She was willing to die for the honor of Hassan, even if it meant being shattered to pieces!

A fanatical faith shone in the girl's eyes. She bent down, then stamped her feet and charged forward like a swift cheetah toward the arrogant scoundrel who had insulted Hassan's name.

As they moved, the veiled woman's red lips parted slightly, her throat bobbed, and an invisible shockwave spread forward, shattering shelves and merchandise along the way.

Dream Fluid: The ability to ignite the opponent's fluids until they are completely charred. Essentially, it's the ability to sing at frequencies beyond human perception, causing magic circuits to go out of control and shaking the opponent's brain.

If the singing is focused on one person, it can even have the effect of manipulating that person.

But the indestructible high-frequency sound waves, upon touching Samael, vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The arrogant one remained standing, unmoved.

However, the Middle Eastern girl was not discouraged and approached her target at high speed.

The raised right hand flashed with light, grabbing at the head of the madman, while a strange purplish-black color condensed beneath his skin.

The "Imaginary Computer" is an assassination technique where, upon touching the target's palm, the target's brain is replaced with explosives, blowing them away along with their upper body.

The Delusion Poison Body mimics the abilities of Silent Hassan, transforming the body into a highly toxic form, using toxins accumulated in the skin and blood to poison opponents.

However, before the girl's right hand could touch the target's head, her wrist was precisely grabbed by another hand and casually flicked.

In an instant, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away, and her 206 bones seemed to be disassembled one by one.

The girl, whose hand was being held, fell to the ground with a thud. Her swaying left hand suddenly grabbed the corresponding arm of the target, and at the same time, her mouth opened and opened, bursting out a muffled whisper.

"Zabaniya (Flash of Fantasy)!"

With the sound of the veil tearing, thousands of strands of black hair shot out, like fine needles or snakes, piercing and coiling towards the target in front of her from all sides.

This is an assassination technique that uses the control of hair to launch attacks; the prototype is said to be able to take a person's head from a thousand miles away.

Her own abilities are limited, weaker than the original, and her manipulation range is limited to hair.

But it is precisely because of this that she has reached an unparalleled level of skill in using hair.

At close range, almost no one can defend against her unexpected and fatal blow.

Besides, she had already controlled both of the other person's hands, so she should...

The girl stiffly looked up, staring in astonishment at what was behind the man.

Twelve jet-black, serpentine wings slowly unfurled, tearing apart the strands of hair that were wrapped around the body like sharp blades.

In the deathly silence, a pair of jet-black, snake-like vertical pupils looked down, a hint of arrogance and mockery spreading deep within their dark eyes.

"Now, am I qualified to discipline you on behalf of Jusudera, little one?"

A jet-black feather drifted down from the snake's wing and landed in the girl's palm, proclaiming the will to die.

The sound of evening bells from the secluded valley seemed to be ringing in my ears.

This is……

The girl knelt on the ground, distraught, her hands, now free, clutching the death feather tightly to her chest, her expression shifting repeatedly.

Stunned, bewildered, shocked, excited, ecstatic... until it all turned into shame!

In an instant, her fair hands rose with lightning speed and slapped hard against her forehead.

The wind howled, and the ether roared.

With this palm strike, not only skulls, but even granite can be shattered.

"stop!"

Fortunately, the astute Samael grabbed the girl's wrist in time, saving her from having her brains splattered.

The ancient snake grabbed the girl's arm and complained with a dark expression.

What are you doing?

"The crime of disrespect deserves death, and only blood can wash it away!"

The girl answered seriously, her expression solemn and earnest.

As she spoke, she raised her hand again, determined and resolute, and continued her attempt to commit suicide as an act of atonement.

"Stop right there! That's an order!"

Samael slapped the girl's hands away, and, having lost his patience, resorted to force.

"Thank you for your kindness and forgiveness..."

Immediately, the girl who had been contemplating suicide became obedient, lowered her arms, knelt on one knee before the angel of death, and solemnly declared.

"I am willing to serve you with this body, and you may take my life at any time if you wish."

"..."

Hearing the solemn announcement and feeling the four strange gazes behind him, Samael's forehead was once again covered in black lines.

Indeed, the title "fanatic" is quite fitting.

As the saying goes, "walking in darkness, serving the light," according to tradition, Assassins would often abandon their former names the moment they joined the order.

The girl before them was the same; she had once been a member of the Assassins, an assassination cult, and her faith was more devout than anyone else in the cult.

In order to become the nineteenth Hassan al-Sabah, the girl painstakingly practiced the divine powers held by the previous eighteen leaders, but was eliminated by the elders on the grounds of lack of originality and insufficient faith.

Therefore, she was never given the name Hassan in history, but was only known as "the fanatic" or "the fanatic son".

However, it is obvious that her failure to be selected was not due to a lack of faith, but because the elders feared that her outstanding talent would be uncontrollable, and thus eliminated her.

The deluded fanatic believed the lie wholeheartedly, so after failing to be elected, he devoted himself to his faith even more diligently than before, spending the rest of his life in obscurity.

Through constant refinement, her assassination skills and faith reached a remarkably pure level.

At the very least, his fanatical belief—that he would commit suicide at the slightest disagreement—far surpasses that of many generations of Hassans.

Even the Death Angel himself, who was his direct superior, felt a headache coming on.

Chapter Seventy: The Service from the Mad Nobunaga

As night fell, pale moonlight streamed through the broken windows, casting dappled patches of light across the supermarket.

On the second floor, in the household goods section, Samael sat back on the sofa, holding a self-heating pot, listlessly trying to kill the hunger in his stomach, a hint of languor creeping into his brow.

After settling the 80 permanent residents of Xueyuan City overnight, he spent his days tirelessly searching for suspicious individuals in the surrounding area, with the hospital as the central hub.

Along the way, he first encountered Faker's trio blocking his path, and the two sides started fighting without exchanging a single word; then came a rescue mission, pulling his old acquaintances Webber and Iskandar out of danger; in order to find out the purpose of those three dangerous people coming to Snowfield City, he went to great lengths to trick the two "tools" into joining him and infiltrating the enemy ranks...

Before things could calm down for even a moment, they encountered another exciting scene: Wonder Woman battling the Assassins. It took a lot of persuasion to calm both sides down and temporarily quell the situation.

After all that commotion, night had fallen, and Samael lost interest in continuing his investigation. He decided to spend the night resting in the well-stocked supermarket and organize the intelligence he had gathered.

"So, the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City has already changed since last night?"

The ancient snake opened a can of Coca-Cola and stared intently at its daughter across from it with its vertical pupils.

"According to the last words of those magicians before they died, that must be the case."

Wearing a white shirt and trousers, dressed like a Wall Street elite, Diana responded in a deep voice while elegantly taking a sip of her steaming coffee.

Of course, this is instant.

Samael raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows, pondering silently.

If this is the case, the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City will exclude Servants summoned illegally, greatly reducing the pool of potential candidates and suspects. Theoretically, there will only be seven to eight Servants who have established a connection with the Holy Grail.

So far, the Pale Knight in the hospital is one of them, but he has been ruled out as a suspect.

One of them is the mad scientist in the supermarket, who has now defected;

The Pretender Hephaestion we encountered on the road earlier was probably also one; his intentions remain unclear. However, we've already sent Waver and Iskandar, the two moles, to monitor him, so news should arrive soon...