Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Substitute spell?

The girl instinctively turned her head and was shocked to see a familiar figure sneaking out from the opposite direction.

Judging from the relative distance, she must have turned back and prepared to run away at the same time she shouted the charge.

Seemingly noticing the gaze behind her, Fujimaru Tachibana turned around, revealing a playful smile, and waved goodbye.

This guy!

Realizing she had been tricked, Xiao Ai immediately stuffed several energy bars into her mouth, then clenched her left hand behind her back. A hundred or so bursts of red lightning formed a powerful energy field that violently pulled a deserter from a hundred meters away back to her side.

As her body rapidly retreated back to its original position, Fujimaru Tachibana's smile froze instantly. Having experienced such a dramatic rise and fall, her mood was so depressed that it bordered on resentment.

I already said I was just passing by, why are you all bothering me?

Seeing that the two outsiders' attack had stalled, the girl named "Tini" raised her right hand without hesitation and began chanting an ancient Mayan song.

"Wind, oh wind. Night wind, you who command us like servants, lead my nemesis to annihilation here!"

Instantly, the pervasive sandstorm regrouped into a gigantic, sky-covering hand that crashed down on the ground with overwhelming force.

A fierce wind swept in, and the sand and gravel that were kicked up hit their faces hard, bringing a burning pain. Trapped in the eye of the storm and unable to move, Xiao Ai and Fujimaru Tachibana watched the giant hand falling from the sky, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

This is it, we're doomed!

"laugh!"

The sandstorm that blotted out the sky was cut open like a bolt of silk, and a dark longsword descended from the sky, piercing through the towering hand shadow and pinning it to the feet of Xiao Ai and Fujimaru Tachibana.

In an instant, a faint light burst forth, and a curtain of light shot into the sky, as if splitting the dim yellow world in two. The vortex-shaped eye of the storm above disappeared.

The dim, yellowish desert world suddenly became exceptionally clear, with bright golden sunlight pouring down onto the sand and illuminating every corner.

A moment later, the dark light gradually faded, and the longsword nailed to the sand transformed into a jet-black feather.

A dark and profound feeling washes over you, making you feel as if you are in hell, looking down into an abyss.

The group of black-clad magicians gathered on the sand dunes looked grim.

Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine power as deep as a prison.

That was the will of God!

"Snapped……"

A crisp clap of hands rang in their ears, as if signaling a halftime break. The black-clad magicians looked in the direction of the sound and were astonished to see a handsome young man with black hair standing smiling behind Chieftain Tini.

No one knew when he arrived or how he appeared.

A strong sense of dread and fear welled up in the hearts of the natives, who instinctively tensed up and adopted a state of high alert.

"Gentlemen, it seems there's been some misunderstanding between us. Why don't we sit down and have a proper talk?"

The man opened his mouth, and his magnetic, ethereal voice echoed through the crowd, devoid of any hint of worldliness.

At the same time, the friendly invitation unconsciously makes people happy, convinced, and obediently accept this seemingly "perfect" suggestion.

Just as the communication between the two sides was getting better, a figure rushed over like a hyena seeing carrion and fiercely pounced on Samael.

"Brother~ Dear brother! Oh nee-sama (elder brother)!! You've finally arrived!!!"

A red-haired man buried his head in the deity's arms, sobbing and crying as if he had seen a long-lost blood relative.

All the grievances and indignation erupted at this moment, and the sobbing was unusually forceful.

Having finally survived the millennia-long wandering of spirit particle transfer and returned to civilized society from the wilderness, I hadn't even had two days of peace before I was sent to Snowfield City on a mission. Before I could even land, I was shot in the back. Who can I complain to?

Besides, Director Mary's fate is currently unknown, and he has just tricked the young girl who came to hunt her down, and he doesn't even know when he made an enemy of these black-clad natives...

In this situation where there are wolves in front and tigers behind, and then such a powerful ally falls from the sky, of course one must cling to him tightly.

Otherwise, even if my small frame were grazed by the aftershocks of the conflict, it would be shattered into pieces.

I'm still young, and I haven't lived enough yet.

For a bright future, what does calling someone "good brother" matter? She'd even be willing to call him "Dad"!

Upon realizing this, the shameless, chaotic evil cried even harder.

Looking at Fujimaru Tachibana, who was clinging to him like a piece of chewing gum, Samael's lips twitched. He tried several times to pull the actress, who was so engrossed in her role, off him.

Clearly, the other side is determined to establish a connection with this relative today.

At this moment, the black-clad magicians surrounding them also seemed to wake from a dream. Seeing such a joyous family scene, their faces instantly turned ashen, and their eyes became bloodshot.

"They're a team!"

"This group of people killed the divine messenger!"

Hearing the impassioned condemnation from the crowd around him, Fujimaru Tachibana looked up blankly, his face filled with astonishment.

"What divine messenger? I've been hiding in your territory all day, just hunting and roasting scorpion meat to improve my meals..."

Upon hearing the words "scorpion meat," the black-clad magicians seemed even more agitated, appearing heartbroken.

"How dare you disrespect the divine messenger!"

"Huh? Those free-roaming scorpions outside are your divine messengers? You should have said so earlier!"

With a ripple of air, Olga Marie emerged from it, scolding him irritably.

"Just for a few scorpions, they're hunting us down all over the world? And they attacked us first, are we not even allowed to defend ourselves?"

With Samael as her backer, Olga Marie gained the confidence to confidently step onto the stage and defend herself.

Seeing that the two culprits were so stubborn, the group of magicians trembled with anger, clutching their chests, almost having a heart attack.

"Nonsense! You were the ones who killed Arecom, Emita, and Faridon first!"

"I admit to killing the scorpion, but when did we ever lay a hand on your people?"

Hearing the unfounded accusations, Fujimaru Tachibana looked up blankly, his face darkening.

"You were the ones who started chasing us the moment you saw us, weren't you?!"

"Still trying to deny it! You not only killed our people, but you also dumped their bodies on Crystal Hill! This is an insult to the gods, an insult to the entire Cherk tribe, unforgivable! Unforgivable!"

"Arecom, Emita, Faridon, and Dick—they died such horrible deaths, not even a single piece of their bodies was left. We absolutely cannot let these executioners get away with this!"

Amidst the cacophony of insults, Samael's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

There are suspicious points about this matter...

"Don't listen to these American dogs' excuses. Haven't they done enough bad things?"

"That's right, kill these despicable outsiders!"

"Kill them, avenge the divine messenger and your dead people!"

However, before Samael could process his thoughts and continue negotiating, the enraged black-clad magicians could no longer contain themselves and continued to strangle the despicable outsiders with gritted teeth.

It's unclear who raised their hand first, or who chanted the incantation first, but a falling spell bullet heralded the start of a new round of battle.

This land is steeped in the blood and tears of the indigenous people. Long-term persecution has made them distrust the current rulers and, indirectly, any outsiders who approach them.

It's out of control! The worst-case scenario!

Samael's face froze, his heart sank, and he reached out to grab Tini, who was standing in front of him.

For now, we have no choice but to take some tough measures to calm each other down.

However, the brown-skinned girl of about twelve or thirteen years old ahead of him was more decisive than he had expected.

"My blood is the fuel, the ritual the bond, O spirits! O sun! At this moment, lend me your power! Here, I offer my crimson blood to the rain god. I offer my fiery heart—Teocuahuitl (the fuel of the ritual)—to the war god!"

Tini placed one hand on her chest, her blood boiling, her heart pounding. Countless magical circuits transformed into a ring of light, connecting with the earth's veins, and immense magical power poured into it, causing her body to erupt with dazzling golden-red solar radiance.

The phantoms of a deity with a crown of colorful bird feathers and a masked warrior were projected onto the girl's slender body.

"boom!"

Samael's outstretched hand was actually blocked by the self-discipline spell and golden-red radiance surrounding the girl.

Sensing the surging divine power above the barrier, the ancient serpent's gaze froze.

It was almost a possession, a divine intervention, truly worthy of being the blessed child of this land.

However, the power of the gods is a taboo that ordinary people cannot touch; such transgression is tantamount to self-destruction.

The ancient serpent gazed at the divine markings etched on the girl's skin, gradually penetrating her flesh and bone, and frowned, a look of disgust flashing in its eyes.

Is this the Lesser Holy Grail of Snowfield City?

Humans are truly a race that keeps repeating the same mistakes.

At this moment, Tini, whose body was already infused with overwhelming divine power, opened her golden eyes, raised her hand in a gesture of grasping, and opened her mouth slightly.

"Water (Atl)!"

A trickle of water gathered in the girl's hand, transforming into a long, serpentine whip that lashed forward with a sharp, piercing sound.

Samael composed himself, not looking directly at the whip tip that was slashing down from the sky. Instead, he turned to look behind him and uttered two low syllables.

"Get down..."

Xiao Ai's pupils contracted, and she instantly understood. She immediately tackled Fujimaru Tachibana and Olga Marie in front of her.

At the same time, twelve jet-black serpentine wings unfurled behind Samael, resembling twelve crossed swords, sweeping across the sky and colliding with the whip formed by the torrent.

"boom!"

A muffled sonic boom exploded instantly, like a thunderclap from a clear sky. The water whip shattered into pieces, and the splashing water mist shot out in all directions. One by one, the black-robed magicians were thrown into the air as if facing a giant wave in a storm. They were flung hundreds of meters away before falling to the ground.

With that kind of height and force, once you fall to the ground, you'll at least suffer broken bones and torn tendons.

"Wind, oh wind. The wind of dawn, caressing us like infants, and here, life is upheld!"

As the clan leader, the young Tini was ultimately too soft-hearted. She subconsciously activated her divine power to create a wind field, saving her clansmen from falling.

But what followed was a straight punch aimed at the center.

You have the ability, but you lack experience, young lady!

Samael sneered inwardly, subconsciously reducing the force in his hand by eighty or ninety percent.

Although he knew that the two sides were on opposing sides, when he saw this little girl, Samael couldn't help but think of Irisviel, Illya, and Sakura Tohsaka from Fuyuki City.

As minor Grails whose fates are intertwined with the Holy Grail War, they often don't have many choices.

At the same time, facing the biting wind pressure, the girl uttered that word again in a humble tone.

“Titlacauan!”

It means "the king of war, who commands us like servants".

"Who? Who dares to run wild on my turf! You bastard, prepare to die! My beloved children, I will protect you!"

A resounding declaration, accompanied by a swift and agile figure, arrived like the wind.

Thick black mist enveloped everything from all directions, creating a chilling, prison-like atmosphere. The War Queen, dressed in a black suit and exuding an aura of yakuza boss, made a dazzling entrance, radiating intense killing intent.

Chapter 76 A Minute to Pacify the World

"Leopard Kick!"

Accompanied by a fierce shout, a dark figure suddenly appeared from behind and launched an extremely shameless sneak attack, kicking the target in the lower back.

Caught off guard, Samael only had time to turn his body halfway before he saw two thighs rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

"boom!"

The attacker, who missed by a hair's breadth, landed on Samael's waist instead of his target, knocking him down.

Amidst the billowing dust, orange-yellow eyes and jet-black vertical pupils met, the two staring at each other, one above the other.

"leopard?"

"Samael!"

Seemingly not quite believing it, the leopard god with leopard ears and short orange hair even leaned closer to Samael and sniffed him.

The ancient snake gazed intently at the wise, feline face of Fujimura Taiga, who was just inches away, and couldn't help but feel a bit speechless.

"You don't work in Fuyuki City, so why are you in Yukihara City?"