Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Several bottomless lava caves, billowing with hellfire.

Looking around, all civilizations have ceased to exist, and all life has been extinguished.

The world is like a cruel painting left behind by a demon.

Meanwhile, ten thousand meters above the sky, a sky-covering airship hovered in the clouds, its camouflage, formed by lightning and fog, quietly dissipating.

Faldius removed the black robe that symbolized a magician from his body and looked at the snowfield city that had been transformed into hell, his gaze complex.

"I never imagined that one day I would throw this thing onto my own country's soil."

The Minuteman III strategic nuclear missile is 18.26 meters long and has a range of 12000 meters. It can carry three independently targetable reentry vehicles (MIRVs) and weighs approximately 34.5 tons. The missile uses either the MK12 or MK12A nuclear warheads. The MK12 warhead is equivalent to 17.5 kilotons of TNT, while the MK12A warhead is equivalent to 33.5 kilotons of TNT.

The Hiroshima atomic bomb had an explosive yield of only 13,000 tons.

On this land, they dropped the Minuteman III strategic nuclear missiles, which had been modified and deployed.

Three missiles were launched at once, each carrying three warheads, all top-of-the-line configurations.

This is out of caution and respect for the gods.

In order to win this round, they have unleashed the most powerful force that humanity currently possesses.

Chapter 77 Praising the Name of the Lord with Sublime Blasphemy

"Well, when did you become so sentimental? Faldius... big brother?"

A light, playful voice came from the darkness. The silver-haired girl lifted the hem of her dress and skipped out of the airship's cabin, standing on the deck and looking down curiously.

At a glance, the entire city no longer exists. Several bottomless craters have carved the earth into a scene resembling the surface of the moon. Hot, dark red lava flows and surges everywhere, emitting billowing heat, just like a freshly baked lava cake.

"To cast God into the hell created by human hands—yes, that's the feast I want to see!"

Francesca opened her arms and cheered, twirling along the edge of the airship with joyful steps, her pretty face flushed with excitement.

"Upholding justice always requires someone to shed blood; it is a necessary sacrifice."

Sheriff Orlando put on his black peaked cap, walked from the stern of the ship, and stood at the edge of the airship. Facing the inferno below, his cold face remained as calm as ever.

Destroying a city for the sake of national prosperity is a negligible cost compared to the outcome. Moreover, almost all of the permanent residents of Snowfield City had disappeared before the war began, so strictly speaking, what they paid for was just an empty shell.

"Yes, yes! That's the expression! Raising the banner of justice, rebelling against the gods in heaven, praising the name of the Lord through blasphemy—it's wonderful, so wonderful!"

Francesca, like a director, used her hands as if they were a camera lens, adjusting the angle towards the Orlando Sheriff who had stepped onto the stage. Her excited eyes were full of approval, as if affirming the actor's superb acting skills.

The sheriff in the peaked cap and the soldier in the tactical vest frowned in unison, as if they could no longer tolerate this mockery, and gave a stern snort.

“They possess power beyond limits, capable of transcending all laws and rules, and are ultimately a threat to this world, Miss Francesca.”

"threaten?"

Francesca clutched her stomach and laughed wildly for a full minute before raising her hand to wipe away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and pointing jokingly to her feet.

"But it was not God who brought destruction upon this city, but you, my righteous companions; and it was not God who abandoned them, but you, their fellow human beings..."

Human beings attribute their achievements to their own efforts, their sins to the temptations of the devil, use confession to God to absolve themselves of their karmic debts, and use condemnation of the devil to prove their virtues...

But in their short history of a few thousand years, the wars they waged and the killings they committed were far more devastating than the evil left behind by the gods' reign of ten thousand years.

This existence, a mixture of light and darkness, this life that combines the despicable and the noble, is truly fascinating!

Feeling a little uneasy under the intense gaze of those eyes, Faldius stepped forward and coldly reminded them.

“Miss Francesca, we should move out…”

However, before Faldius could finish speaking, Francesca, who had always maintained a nonchalant attitude, suddenly changed her expression, grabbed his arm, and quickly stepped back.

In an instant, a red and black beam of light, hundreds of meters in diameter, shot into the sky, shattering the thick clouds and thousands of magic arrays in a single moment.

"boom!"

The airship shook violently with a muffled explosion, billowing black smoke from its hull, and a hole several kilometers wide was pierced through its aerospace-grade alloy hull.

Faldius, leaning against the bridge, looked at the gaping hole on the side of the ship, which looked like it had been gnawed by a giant beast, and broke out in a cold sweat.

I almost died for my country prematurely...

Coming to his senses, Faldius instinctively picked up the high-powered telescope around his neck and peered down through the burning gap.

On the desert where lava flows, a clearing formed by compacted sand and gravel stands out abruptly.

Its shape resembles a mushroom cap, and it is only two or three miles in circumference, but hundreds of people are crammed on it, panting heavily in shock.

Beneath their feet flowed magma, and around them lay a molten world.

Seeing the faces on the strike list through the high-powered telescope, all of them listed, Faldius's eyes were filled with disbelief.

how can that be!

If nine fully loaded nuclear warheads were dropped, even Godzilla would be badly injured, right?

These people didn't lose a single hair?!

Just as Faldius was observing the battlefield, a pair of vertical pupils flashing with cross-shaped patterns crossed the sky and entered his mind, bringing an unparalleled mental shock.

"Missed it? What a pity..."

A soft murmur, as if words were whispered in my ear.

It was discovered!

Faldius's teeth chattered, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body, and his heart began to convulse violently due to insufficient blood supply.

"Attack! Attack!"

A slightly off-key voice urgently issued a command, and the arm raised in mid-air suddenly fell.

整座直径数百公里的移动要塞打开舱门，露出了两侧荚舱中一排排蓝白相间，外表有着星条旗涂装和4NV-7CAV、4NV-8CAV、4NV-9CAV等标识的自动机兵。

—The 8th and 9th Mechanized Regiments of the 4th Infantry Division stationed in Nevada.

"Key unlocked! Highest danger level!"

"Delegated battlefield freedom, tactical module upgrade!"

"Access to the armory granted. Annihilation mode activated!"

With a cold, mechanical synthesized voice, the crimson electronic eyes on the sides of the automated soldiers lit up one by one, and the hatches under their feet opened automatically, releasing the entire mechanical legion into the marked area.

Is this... an appetizer?

Samael's gaze swept over the mechanical legion falling towards the area like a shower of flowers, his eyes, cracked with cross-shaped patterns, looked behind him, and he spoke a leisurely reminder.

"Since you're not dead, then take care of it yourself."

A calm voice rang in my ears, and it seemed as if the spark of thought had been rekindled in my chaotic mind.

Immediately, the grinding of teeth echoed among the black-robed magicians, their eyes flashing with anger and gloom.

They were so close, so close, they were all doomed!

These bastards, who knows where they came from, actually dropped nuclear bombs on cities in their own country, and with nine of the highest yield warheads at once. They're worse than animals.

The Masters and Servants standing nearby, including Heartless, Waver, Tiny, Kyo, and Mash, also looked grim, their eyes filled with lingering fear.

Under such a powerful nuclear attack, if someone were completely unprepared, let alone a magician, even a sorcerer would likely be defeated.

It is likely that only two deities with divine bodies could survive in such an extreme environment.

Fortunately, Samael noticed something was wrong at the last moment and built a defensive barrier in the instant of the nuclear explosion.

Otherwise, most of them would just become shadows pasted on the sand.

On the other side, Diana, looking at the hellish scene around her, felt even more regret and fear.

She was originally a CIA agent who started by investigating a series of coup plots behind the scenes, but she never expected that these Jews behind the scenes would be so crazy that they would even touch nuclear warheads, and nine of them at once!

Even with the body of a demigod, facing such an excessive nuclear attack, he would probably at best be able to leave with a whole corpse.

As Diana thought of the moment the nuclear explosion occurred, and the ray of hope that rose from the radiant world, she looked up at the figure in front of her, a sense of security and belonging welling up within her.

In a daze, she seemed to understand why her mother always couldn't forget the person in front of her, and why she always had a smile on her face whenever she mentioned him.

Although his nominal blood relative seemed never to have fulfilled his duties as a father, he bore a greater responsibility, supporting the weight of the entire world in the darkness.

"The Minuteman III intercontinental ballistic missile had been under development for a long time, its system was outdated, and it was difficult to maintain. Of the 25 test launches conducted between 1968 and 1970, eight failed, making it obsolete. In addition, its land-based configuration made it easy to tamper with, so it's not surprising that they were able to get their hands on it..."

A deep voice came from ahead, carrying a subtle sense of comfort.

Diana snapped out of her daze, nodded slightly, and felt much more at ease.

Samael withdrew his gentle gaze, but the moment he turned his head, his expression turned gloomy.

Previously, he never bothered with human power struggles, but times have changed, and technological advancements have given humanity the power to shake even the gods.

Once they get out of control, the damage they can cause will be far greater than it was before.

Especially the United States, a former nuclear superpower, could have used all of its stockpiles of this stuff to turn the world upside down.

In the War of the Covenant, the remnants of Israel were swayed by Marx and placed on the opposite side of humanity.

After the war, Samael, out of consideration for Solomon and Moses, did not want to pursue the matter further.

But now, the group of Jews who control the shadow government are all like mad dogs on drugs, barking and biting wildly at anyone who has threatened their interests.

If they dare to drop nuclear warheads today, will they dare to start a world war tomorrow?

It seems we need to allocate some manpower to that lion-headed guy in the White House so he can clean up his own territory.

Since the destruction of the Kingdom of Israel was God's will in Judaism, and according to prophecy they should continue to wander, then we should still respect divine revelation, right?

The ancient serpent gave a cold, eerie laugh, its dangerous gaze fixed on the streaks of light falling from the sky.

"Clear! Clear! Clear!"

The autonomous mechs that successfully landed repeated their orders, brandishing a host of deadly weapons, including heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and miniature missiles.

"—Zabaniya, the Imaginary Computer!—"

A crimson arm imbued with magic extended from Assassin's back, touching several autonomous mechs that were trying to approach Samael, preparing to destroy them.

Before Assassin's eyes, a ring of flashing electric arcs appeared on the autonomous mech, forcefully shattering the magically imbued crimson arm.

"!?"

Assassin's pupils contracted, and he abruptly pulled his right hand back.

The magazine-like pattern etched on the chest of the autonomous mech soldier rotated, and streaks of fierce lightning attached to the bullets and missiles, unleashing firepower forward.

mystery?!

These people—the army, no, they were humanoid blocks of iron that weren't even living beings.

Or perhaps it is a type of mechanical creation?

It can actually transform the mystery contained in the air and inject it into ammunition made of steel?

The next instant, Assassin saw it.

The bullets and missiles that were being fired began to automatically have some kind of magical pattern engraved on them.

By the time she noticed, it was too late.

Because the technique was activated the instant the bullet left the barrel, it was less a mistake by Assassin and more a product of an unprecedented mechanical invention.

One second later.

A massive explosion occurred at the scene, and the sand around the maddened creature was engulfed in a dazzling flash.

But in an instant, several strands of long, snake-like hair shot out from the billowing smoke and dust, and the slender figure standing at the center of the explosion shone with a crystal-clear light in the sunlight.

The ability to reduce body temperature and harden skin to the level of crystal in a magical realm is Assassin's strongest defensive technique.

While it's still insufficient to counter the recent nuclear explosion, it's more than enough to deal with the current autonomous mechs.

The black-haired man pierced through several autonomous mechs, shattering their core engines in the process.

After successfully resolving the immediate troubles, Kyoko was slightly out of breath, clearly having expended a considerable amount of magic power.

Each of them possesses a level comparable to a low-ranking Heroic Spirit, making them seem even more difficult to deal with than before.

Just as Kyoshiko was pondering, the acrid smell of burnt hair wafted from ahead.

The autonomous mechs that regrouped were surrounded by layers of arcing energy shields, clearly a targeted defense against the strands of hair.

They are evolving!