Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In the dense forest, Samael and Medusa immediately abandoned the ingredients they had chosen, and stood on either side of each other, forming a pincer movement, as they charged toward the source of the sound.

The grass and trees rustled, and sharp sounds rose and fell in the air as dozens of auras rapidly approached each other.

Seeing deep craters everywhere ahead and trees being destroyed, and two figures colliding in the center, Samael's pupils narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to step forward to help.

"Whizzing!"

At the same time, two arrows unleashed golden-red heat waves, striking Medusa and Samael respectively.

"laugh!"

"boom!"

The purple-haired goddess grasped at the void, summoning the Scythe of Time. With a twist of her waist, she swung it, neatly splitting the arrow, which was enveloped in golden-red flames, in two.

Samael, however, used brute force to overcome skill, directly shattering the incoming arrow with a powerful punch.

As the two paused slightly, a roar came from the dense forest opposite.

A golden chariot, led by four powerful golden warhorses and radiating light and heat, arrived from the sky, rolling in.

"Step back! You'll be spared!"

On the chariot, a handsome young man with golden, tousled hair and a face as delicate as a marble sculpture, with chiseled features, held a silver bow and had golden arrows at his waist, and roared with furrowed brows.

Around the golden chariot, a group of elegant and sophisticated goddesses in flowing skirts surrounded the handsome young man.

They were depicted in nine different ways: some held iron pens and wax tablets, others wore flower crowns and carried scrolls, some held flutes and flower baskets, others held lyre and ivy, others held harps, others held short swords, others held shepherd's staffs and tambourines, some had melancholy expressions and wore veils, and others held astrolabes.

Nine? The Nine Muses?

Samael seemed to be deep in thought, paused slightly, and his face darkened.

The nine Muses were born to Zeus and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory among the twelve Titans.

Although the arts and literature majors may seem weak, they are actually excellent natural support characters.

Through a subtle resonance with the divine sense of destiny, the ancient serpent perceived the true names of the nine Muses and their respective functions and effects.

Calliope, who oversees heroic epics, can enhance heroes.

Clio, the ruler of history, can glean insights into the origins and legends of his adversaries.

Euthere, the ruler of lyric poetry and music, is capable of providing spiritual healing and encouragement.

The presence of Therpuskore, who oversees choral singing and dancing, can enhance teamwork and foster close collaboration.

Erathor, who governs love poems and solos, can share harm and is immune to charm.

Melpomene, the master of tragedy and lament, can confuse the enemy's mind and lower their morale.

Talia, the ruler of comedy and pastoral songs, brings spiritual joy and accelerates recovery.

Polychemia, the master of hymns, rhetoric, and geometry, possesses powerful reasoning and logical abilities, enabling him to perform magic identification and trace tracking.

Urania, who governs astronomy and astrology, can use astrological predictions to foresee her opponent's next move and use starlight to gain a field advantage.

In short, these nine Muses, forming a unified whole, brought a sense of hidden crisis to Samael.

Immediately following, amidst the rhythmic trembling of the air, twenty transparent wings slowly flapped, and combat nymphs clad in light armor and boots, carrying weapons such as bows, arrows, swords, shields, spears, and lances, emerged one after another.

Each of them drew their bows and nocked arrows, unleashing a volley of arrows that surrounded the battlefield where Athena and Artemis clashed, forming a blockade line of arrows.

The hounds, loosened from their reins and baring their teeth, joined forces with the fighting nymphs, splitting into two groups and charging forward, revealing their intention to flank the enemy.

If I'm not mistaken, the one who clashed with Athena on the field was Artemis, the goddess of the hunt.

The young man opposite me has a similar face to Artemis. He focuses most of his attention on the goddess of the hunt, and his gaze follows the figures on the field. He is a young kid who clearly has a sister complex. Could he be Apollo, the god of light?

Silver bow and golden sword, sun chariot, nine muses—it's pretty much the same thing!

But aren't the Olympian gods a bit too arrogant?

Seeing the domineering attitude of the other side, Samael fixed his gaze on the brat who had thrown out harsh words and commanded the twenty combat nymphs under Artemis to surround him, frowned and snorted coldly.

"What, you want a gang fight? I'll play with you!"

The ancient serpent, who had long harbored a deep grudge against Olympus, cracked its wrists and roared coldly.

At the same time, his divine power surged and spread, and the divine nature of destiny instantly enveloped most of Mount Taigatos, completely severing the aura of both sides and preventing Olympus from detecting them.

Apollo sensed something amiss, his eyelids twitched, and he coldly glanced at the approaching black-haired man. The instant the figure crossed the line of arrows, he drew his silver bow without hesitation.

The nine Muses attending him successively activated their powers to bless the god of light and the bow and arrow in his hand.

As the divine power gathered and solidified, Apollo then rang out an arrow.

Sensing that he was being subtly locked on, Samael grasped at the air, causing the air in front of him to distort and collapse. With a punch, the golden-black light collided with the golden-red arrow in mid-air.

"boom!"

Just as the arrow was about to reach within three feet of the ancient serpent, its divine power was exhausted, and it instantly collapsed and shattered, its golden and red flames scattering and falling in all directions.

Purify, armor break, burn, and track...

The supreme god, with his renowned reputation, is indeed not to be trifled with.

Samael shook his sore and numb arm, his slightly narrowed scarlet snake eyes looking sinisterly at Apollo, who was surrounded by stars.

It didn't work! This...

The God of Light on the other side was even more astonished and shocked.

He actually withstood the combined attack of himself and the nine Muses!

"boom!"

At the same time, Athena seized the opportunity, dodged an arrow of plague, crouched low and charged forward, slamming her sheepskin shield down hard.

Artemis hastily raised her golden bow to block, but under Athena's terrifying strength, she was blasted away like a cannonball, crashing into and breaking dozens of giant trees.

"elder sister!"

Upon seeing this, the God of Light, who had a sister complex, changed his expression drastically and immediately drove his sun chariot, intending to rush into the battlefield.

"This is between her and me, and I, the goddess, can handle it myself. I warn none of you to interfere!"

"But…"

"Quiet down! If you want to help, stop the other troublemakers. I said this is mine, and I will definitely get it back!"

A proud and strong-willed goddess of the hunt emerged from the billowing smoke and dust, refusing the assistance of Apollo and the battle nymphs. Her cool eyes were fixed on Athena opposite her, and she nodded in tacit agreement.

Perhaps out of admiration, the goddess of wisdom did not press her advantage and waited until Artemis had regained her composure before the two clashed again.

It turned out to be about fair competition for prey. Samael glanced at it and roughly understood the cause of the conflict and the current situation.

It's all a misunderstanding. We, as relatives and friends, don't need to fight, right?

"Whoosh!"

The ancient serpent sidestepped a provocative arrow, its cold, serpentine eyes opening and closing.

Tsk, that's why I hate little brats the most!

Besides, only when your own father comes can we have a proper chat.

You're still a bit lacking!

Chapter 113 Can't we just have a proper match-fixing game?! (3/3)

Samael snorted and charged forward, ready to teach this god of light a lesson.

Just as Apollo raised his bow and nocked an arrow, a cold, explosive shout came from behind the ancient serpent.

"Next! Use this!"

At the same time, Medusa immediately swung the Time Scythe, delivering the weapon to Samael.

The ancient serpent nodded in tacit agreement, raised its hand and summoned the void behind it. The pitch-black scythe transformed in mid-air into a dark spear about twelve feet long, with cross-shaped conical blades on both sides.

Meanwhile, to facilitate gripping, conduct magic power, and prevent slippage, the gun body features snake-scale-like threads.

Seeing this, Apollo leaned back, aimed at the center of the sun, and shot his arrow into the sky.

In an instant, the golden magic circle rose and spread, transforming into a hundred-meter-long halo of light that enveloped the surroundings.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Instantly, a massive amount of ether surged into the halo above, and countless golden-red arrows condensed from the sun's radiance rained down upon Samael.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

After obtaining his beloved gun, Samael exuded a chilling and mysterious aura. Amidst the ear-piercing sonic boom, his body left a series of afterimages as he flicked his wrist, sending black arcs of light slicing and sweeping across the room.

"My body is like a jewel, untouched by dust or dirt, unharmed by sharp arrows—protected from arrows!"

At the same time, golden light flashed in the ancient serpent's eyes, and it solemnly chanted, inheriting the power of destiny from the one-third of the Destiny Tablet. This created a spiraling, transparent whirlwind around it, and even the few who managed to escape the net under the spear's edge could not touch Samael at all, and were all blown away.

A sharp metallic clang rang out, and Apollo's arrows, along with the rain of arrows above, all missed their mark, unable to penetrate even a foot into the target's range.

So flexible? That's really tricky!

The God of Light atop the golden chariot grew increasingly grim, activating his divine core in preparation to deliver a devastating blow to his opponent while he was busy dealing with the rain of arrows from the sky.

"Kid, you're not even moving? Aren't you a bit too confident?!"

However, with a cold snort, the ancient serpent mastered the angle and rhythm of the arrows, and quickly leaped into the air, moving through the rain of arrows unscathed like a fish, leaping dozens of meters in a single bound.

Immediately, the jet-black spear, wreathed in eerie light, tore apart the halo of the sun and slashed its way towards the unmoving sun chariot, its sharp edge aimed directly at Apollo.

Seeing that their opponent was advancing rapidly and had already closed to within two steps of the golden chariot, the nine muses' expressions changed slightly. They immediately clasped their hands together in front of their chests and chanted a high-pitched chord in unison.

"Laaa!!!"

The seven-stringed lyre, harp, tambourine, and flute played together, as if performing a poem of praise and encouragement for the hero.

"Buzz!"

Instantly, the air behind Apollo trembled, and the golden sun blazed in all directions. The intense divine power unleashed caused the divine power barrier surrounding Samael to be riddled with holes.

As the raging ether surged forth, the ancient serpent seemed to have been subjected to a barrage of arrows, its entire body stinging with pain, and its movements involuntarily halted.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Apollo drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The arrow, with its shimmering inscriptions, seemed to absorb all the light around it. When the power was concentrated to its extreme, a golden-red rainbow stretched across the sky.

"Conceptual filling: Light is born from darkness, and God comes from the devil!"

My might is above, your power is below! — Divine Mandate, Judgment!

Samael remained calm under pressure, pursing his lips and uttering a cold, nasal sound. His lips and teeth moved rapidly as he silently uttered the Word of Mandate, defining the suppression of divinity and light in the name of anti-Messiah and demonic darkness.

In an instant, the cross-shaped spear ignited with dark black flames, and the sharp tip pierced into that area of ​​extreme light, causing large sections of space to collapse and the so-called radiance to be instantly tainted.

Gather under the radiance, goddesses!

“Aaaa!”

The Muses composed soaring arias, bestowing various buffs upon Apollo, washing away the surrounding encroaching darkness, and giving the protagonist, the god of light, a stage for his solo performance.

At the same time, the six golden warhorses, their blood surging, raised their heads and neighed, carrying their masters as they charged toward the invading enemy.

At close range, Apollo discarded his bow and drew his sword, like a comet falling from the sky, crushing down on his troublesome opponent in an attempt to defeat him in one fell swoop.

"boom!"

The two forces collided, and arcs of black and white light exploded and flew everywhere, turning all the trees and rocks within a hundred meters into dust.

Faced with an impact force akin to a comet crashing to the ground, Samael was sent flying backward, his feet carving out furrows dozens of meters long in the ground before finally coming to a stop.

"So it turns out it's not one-on-one, it's 1v10?"

Samael looked up, frowned, and hummed softly. His chest heaved as he exhaled the stale air from his body and slightly shook his somewhat sore arm.

Friends and family playing a friendly match is fine, just going through the motions, but are you serious?

Look at your sister Artemis, all 20 battle nymphs are here, and she won't let anyone interfere. It's a one-on-one fight, so it's one-on-one. Can't you learn from her?

And you? You brought nine dedicated healers and you want to take me on one-on-one? Have you no shame!

Yes, that doesn't even include the six horses next to you!

The ancient serpent muttered to itself, looking disdainfully at Apollo in the smoke and dust.

At this moment, above the cone-shaped crater in the center of the battle, the sun chariot's light dimmed, and the nine Muses attending it slumped over, their faces pale.

Apollo, looking disheveled, turned pale upon hearing the taunts from the other side and was speechless.