Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

He was pulled close to an enemy Master and Heroic Spirit, drawn into their exclusive mental storm.

—That's still not right. There aren't many mental storms that can be brought in without collapsing.

"Illusion...?"

Samael murmured, raising his hand to scoop up a snowflake that had landed in his palm, feeling its tangible coldness and dampness.

Illusion, within the realm of magic, is one of the most versatile forms of magic, applicable to a wide range of fields. It encompasses various types, such as concealing a specific location, disrupting one's sense of direction in a particular place, or inflicting illusions or manipulations upon oneself to enhance suggestion or spiritual practice.

However, half-baked illusions are often ineffective against magicians with a certain level of magic circuits or magic crests, not to mention heroes and gods with talents such as "intuition," "mind's eye," and "clairvoyance."

Therefore, most illusions stop at "general-purpose convenient magic," and not many people intend to explore this path further.

In fact, Samael had also experienced being subjected to illusions, but because of his naturally enhanced perception, he was able to easily see the real world.

However, the current situation is that even with several times the increase in perception, one can still feel the cold.

He recalled only a few similar incidents.

Those who successfully deceived him and managed to pass off fakes as genuine all share a common name.

—Nightmare.

The ancient serpent narrowed its dark, vertical pupils, its voice low and deep.

"Your teacher is... Merlin?"

"Bingo! You guessed it right away! You truly deserve to be called the legendary Star Sword Wielder! Hehe, I'm going to give you the biggest little red flower!"

Although the girl's voice echoed throughout the snow-covered forest, the source of the sound could not be determined.

It was as if every single, densely falling snowflake had become an amplifier, making the voice resound throughout the entire space.

At the same time, a field of flowers emerged from beneath the snow-covered plain. The flowers in the field, in sync with the girl's cheerful laughter, all transformed into children's arms that grew out of the ground—as if congratulating the two of them, they clapped with the palms of the arms next to them.

—Pat pat ...

However, such overly flamboyant displays of skill are often the most direct point of attack for those with extensive combat experience.

His jet-black vertical pupils cracked with cross-shaped patterns of light as he coldly gazed into the depths of the dense forest and snowfield. Several swords of hellfire, which had been frozen in place before him, shot forward.

"Puff puff!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh echoed all around, followed by a shower of red and black blood, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh filling the air.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh! My insides are hurting!"

The entire patch of children's arms that had grown nearby burst into flames amidst wailing and howling sounds. In no time, they turned into bones and collapsed, and the entire illusory snowfield world was pulled back to reality at an altitude of 200,000 meters.

"How dare they attack such an important place! That's outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

A petite girl with white hair and red eyes, dressed in a gauze dress, tumbles in the clouds, clutching her dissected and charred abdomen, whimpering in pain, her eyes glistening with tears.

But her slightly off-key voice sounded like she was being coquettish.

Beneath the tattered shirt, the charred flesh quickly healed and scabbed over, transforming back into a pristine white abdomen.

"Want to see? Want to see? Really want to see, right? The reward for a correct answer: a girl's secrets, secrets, insides☆"

The girl stopped moaning and let out a seductive giggle. She released her hands from her lower abdomen, showing Samael her snow-white, soft skin and adorable navel.

A few inches above that are the fat deposits in a girl's breasts that are not yet fully developed.

However, there is something unusual here.

On what appears to be a beautiful abdomen, there is something that shouldn't be there.

It's a wide zipper that's directly attached to the meat.

The zipper, made of a material similar to human teeth, extends from near the left and right ribs all the way down to below the navel, presenting a sight that one might not want to imagine if it were opened.

“What should I call you, ‘François’… ‘Francesca’… or…”

Faced with such a sensual and bizarre scene, Samael didn't even blink, completely ignoring the girl's "coquetry" and "seduction."

"—Beelzebub, the Demon King?"

The winged serpent raised its head, its eerie gaze falling on the pair of transparent wings on the girl's back.

—Those were not the wings of an elf, but rather organs unique to "some kind of flying insect".

—More precisely, "flies"...

Chapter 79 As long as I live, you will always be the Crown Prince.

Satan, strictly speaking, is not a specific name, but a class that has the power to rule over Hell.

Because there are three of them, they are also known as the "Three Kings of Hell".

Lucifer, the "Son of the Morning Star," represents God's rebellion and is a legendary fallen archangel.

Samael, the "first fallen," represents humanity's original sin and is the embodiment of a red dragon and an ancient serpent.

The last one is Baal, the "Demon Prince," who holds the first seat among the seventy-two demon gods and commands all 66 demon legions. He is the original representative of the demon race.

In reality, most of the seventy-two demons called "demons" were heretical gods that Marduk defeated and subdued during the process of expanding his authority after completing the divine unification.

Baal was the first loser in that struggle for theocracy.

He was originally a Canaanite sun god of the highest order. In the Old Testament, Baal often corresponds to Jehovah, and worshipping Baal means turning away from Jehovah.

According to the Book of Kings, the rulers of the Kingdom of Israel and the Kingdom of Judah switched their faiths several times for various reasons. King Solomon, who was not content with "divine mandate," once worshipped this pagan god.

But in the end, Baal failed, fell into depravity and became an evil god, demoted to a demon prince, and was contemptuously called the "Fly King" who brought filth and disease, hence the name "Beelzebub".

During that period, Ishtar, Ereshkigal, and others sensed Marduk's resurgence and moved ahead of time to the Greek pantheon to join forces with the people of Mount Ares in order to fight against the returning Marduk. As a result, Hell was left empty.

Subsequently, this unclaimed land became a place to imprison pagan gods who had lost in the struggle for divine authority and were exiled there.

Baal, who was first in line, naturally became the leader of the seventy-two demon gods and the 66 demon legions, the legendary "Demon King".

In popular culture, He is often regarded as the same person as Satan and Lucifer. In the Gospels of Matthew and Luke in the New Testament, the Son of Man who performed miracles and drove away evil omens was also seen as simply borrowing the power of Beelzebub, the king of demons.

However, traditional demonology only positions him as the prime minister of Hell, the demon prince and invisible monarch among the three kings of Hell.

Why do I say that? Because there are two real demon kings above.

Lucifer, the "Son of the Morning Star," and Samael, the "First Fallen," were the original masters of Hell.

Beelzebub, the god of defilement, was nothing but a false king.

In other words, as long as he and Lucifer don't die, the other side will always be the prince.

But is there such a thing as a prince who lives for a thousand years?

Clearly, Beelzebub, the demon king, was not content to remain subservient to humans forever. He had been accumulating power in the darkness, hoping to one day return to Hell and seize power.

After His defeat in the Covenant War, His approach was to leave His bloodline on earth and reshape His divine will in the cycle of life.

Both François in the past and Francesca in the present were chosen vessels for the souls of this Lord of the Flies.

Lawrence, who was also a Demon Pillar, took a similar approach, thus giving birth to Professor Rafe's direct bloodline.

Perhaps it was because of the departure of the old king Beelzebub that the remains of the seventy-two demons sealed in the First Temple of Solomon were able to give birth to a new king, namely, the demon king Goetia.

In a flash, Samael, based on the subtle changes in the other person's facial expressions and his extensive knowledge base, roughly pieced together the basic outline of the matter.

But there were still some questions that he couldn't figure out for the time being.

For example, how did Merlin come to interact with the Lord of the Flies and become his illusion teacher for a period of time? Was it intentional or accidental?

For example, how did François escape the pursuit of the Magicians' Guild and the Church of Christ because he was involved in the Gilles de Rais incident at the Marshal's Palace 600 years ago?

For example, which incarnation of Beelzebub is Francesca in front of us? To what extent has His power recovered? Why is He involved with the US military? What are they plotting?

And finally—

"Even your former master, Old Ma, is long gone. How do you have the courage to stand in front of me?"

The ancient serpent narrowed its eyes slightly, raised its right hand towards the smiling silver-haired girl high in the sky, and a chilling killing intent burst forth from its dark eyes as its five fingers suddenly clenched in the air.

"puff!"

In an instant, that area collapsed inward like a crumpled ball of paper, and Francesca, who was in the center, had her bones shattered and blood spurted out, instantly turning into a pool of unrecognizable flesh.

But the moment Samael loosened his grip, the mass of flesh and blood squeezed into a QR code began to writhe and multiply wildly, and in just a moment, it reformed into Francesca's original body.

"Aaaaaaah! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

The silver-haired girl clutched her lower abdomen, letting out a mournful cry as she protested against this cruel abuse.

But the unconscious upturn of her lips and the rosy flush of her skin from excitement seemed to reveal the girl's untold true experience.

Due to the pressure of divine power, Francesca's veil had turned into basic particles. Her small, concealing hands and mournful accusations not only failed to create any sense of distance, but instead fostered a kind of ambiguous, coy, and inviting atmosphere.

"It's so thick..."

"puff!"

Hundreds of swords of hellfire descended in unison, slicing and piercing through the silver-haired girl before them, turning her back into minced flesh.

"...That's so rude! To treat a woman like that..."

"boom!"

Dense runes fell like meteors, exploding one after another in the sky. A scorching wind swept through, leaving behind a pile of charred ashes.

"child……"

"boom!"

"son……"

"Stab!"

"Be careful, or you might suffer retribution..."

"Crack!"

Finally, the space in the distance shattered like a mirror, and pieces of flesh, frozen and encased in solid ice, scattered in all directions.

But then, clusters of red and black flames burned in the solid ice, and the scattered flesh and blood transformed into a dense swarm of flies, which then reassembled into the original human form.

Francesca, arms crossed, glared at him, her face contorted with rage, all traces of her previous allure gone.

"You idiot, can't you let people finish what they're saying!"

"No."

Samael's response was even more decisive; expressionless, he raised his hand again and smashed the newborn body, which had been frozen in two seconds, into a bloody pulp.

"..."

"Snapped!"

Francesca, who was reassembled from the minced meat, twitched at the corners of her eyes, squeezing out each word slowly and deliberately through clenched teeth.

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"Uh, sorry, it was a slip of the hand..."

Samael blinked innocently, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to remember something, and his raised hand fell down once again.

"Snapped!"

"...I @ # # you & & ~...!!!"

Francesca, now fully recovered, loosened her hands and clenched her fists, completely disregarding the view that had been completely exposed to the elements, and pointed at some bastard across from her, cursing him out of any ladylike manners.

Clearly, the legendary Ghost King has been completely breached.

In those few dozen seconds, she had been killed a full twenty-seven or twenty-eight times! And in different ways at that.

However, Samael on the other side calmed down, his vertical pupils, radiating cross-shaped light patterns, scrutinized every inch of Francesca's skin.

Hmm, it's very moisturizing and whitening...

Unfortunately, this beauty carries an indescribable madness, clearly not originating from the planet beneath our feet.

The ancient serpent narrowed its eyes and looked ahead, its gaze deep and unfathomable.

"You made a deal with that Great Old One in R'lyeh? No wonder..."

"...!!"

Francesca's cursing stopped abruptly, and her expression changed slightly.