Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Gu She was certain that if his abilities were limited, this woman might just paralyze him, tie him to a scalpel, dissect him, and study him thoroughly.

hum!

Just as the dragon and the witch broke through the clouds and descended to the ground, a strange tremor made Samael's pupils freeze, and he immediately retracted his wings and retreated.

laugh!

In an instant, an arrow gleaming with a bright silver light narrowly grazed his wing membrane and pierced through the air.

There is an ambush!

Samael's eyes were sinister, as if facing a formidable enemy. He immediately grabbed Circe and swooped down toward the attackers' hiding place.

Chapter 130 The Victim's Family Members Are in Stable Emotions (1/2)

Click, click, click!

The sound of branches snapping was incessant. The figure hidden in the tree trunk focused its gaze, stomped its feet, and nimbly leaped backward, the sound of a bowstring being pulled rang out again.

Samael flapped his wings to deflect the arrows in front of him, his divine sense spreading out. Just as he was about to trace the source of the sound and lock onto the attacker's location again, the chilling silver light flashing behind the arrow's tail caused his pupils to contract sharply.

and also!

The ancient serpent immediately released Circe and threw it down. It then swung its two dragon claws left and right, barely catching two sharp arrows that were just inches away from piercing its chest.

The three arrows were aligned in a line, and only the sound of a bowstring vibrating could be heard, while their sights remained hidden from each other.

The former fell, the latter struck, each arrow more powerful than the last, and the second and third arrows were even blessed with magic!

The arrows do not possess excessive divine power; they are merely techniques honed through experience and wrist strength.

What amazing archery skills!

The ancient snake, after a moment of wonder and slight confusion, darted through the gaps in the forest, suddenly accelerating and swooping down to close range of the archer. At the same time, it reached out with its claws to grab the attacker.

However, when his gaze fell upon the familiar appearance of the archer with green hair and green eyes, as well as his iconic cat ears and beast tail, Samael was momentarily stunned, his body momentarily stiffening for a split second.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, the quick-thinking female hunter decisively leaped and rolled, crouching behind the tree trunk, and without hesitation drew her bow and shot an arrow.

The ancient serpent felt a chill and, driven by its bestial instincts, dodged to the side. But it wasn't until it felt a tearing pain in its right wing membrane that it realized it had been hit by an arrow.

It was her? What a surprise to run into her like this!

But even so, it wouldn't hurt him much.

Samael muttered to himself. When he came to his senses, he was about to pull out the arrow hanging on the wing membrane when he saw the flashing runes on the arrow shaft. The smile that had been spreading across his face suddenly froze, and he was speechless.

Dry!

"boom!"

The surging ether around them exploded instantly, creating dazzling sparks. The bipedal pterosaur crashed headfirst into the dense forest, the sound of branches snapping and breaking echoing all around.

Although it was tricky, it was finally resolved.

At this moment, the archer in the dense forest, gazing at the scattered drops of blood, seemed to see a glimmer of golden light, and her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

Descendants of Gods?

Could this be another being blessed by some great deity?

Well, letting such dangerous monsters run rampant is a dereliction of duty. Since they are unwilling to take responsibility, then we hunters will take care of the trouble.

The huntress composed herself, immediately slung her longbow over her back, and then, using the uneven branches of the trees, leaped and landed like an elf in the forest, running forward.

When she saw the girl with pointed ears had already stood up and was looking around blankly, she breathed a sigh of relief and slowed her pace to go forward and comfort her.

"I've dealt with the monster that abducted you. How are you?"

Karke was startled, then, understanding the implication in the words, she peered in horror into the depths of the forest, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Look how scared this child is! That monster is truly wicked!

The female hunter looked at the 147cm tall girl in front of her, who was clutching her staff and had a pale face. A trace of pity rose in her eyes, but her hatred for the wyvern that had fallen at her hands deepened.

"I'm doomed! I'm doomed! Teacher Samael, I...I didn't mean to!"

Pah! This has nothing to do with me!

Circe, who looked like he was about to cry but had no tears left, suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly picked up his tin staff, spread his eagle wings, and flew rapidly towards the point of impact.

The huntress's fingers froze in mid-air as she watched the small figure disappear into the distance. She seemed to realize something, her expression suddenly changed, and she sprinted after it.

She just said... teacher? Could she have made a mistake?

As they raced, although Circe took the lead, the green-haired, cat-eared hunter moved swiftly through the forest with near-feline agility, eventually arriving at the "crime scene" before the winged Feast Witch.

At the core of the radiating cracks, a black-haired man, half-naked with an arrow in his shoulder, lay unconscious in the deep pit, his face contorted in pain.

"Quick! Save people!"

The huntress gasped for breath and immediately ran toward the innocent victim who had been shot, beckoning Circe to come and help him up.

Under the powerful aura of the huntress, the Feast Witch subconsciously obeyed the order, jogging over to Samael, helping her companion up while preparing to cast a spell to heal her wounds.

However, the so-called healing spell was all bark and no bite; the ball of light, barely larger than a firefly, had no effect whatsoever on the wound.

Circe shook her head stiffly, her little face scrunched up.

"It'll be alright, let me handle this!"

The huntress patted Circe on the shoulder, offered a few words of comfort, and then took out some hemostatic herbs from her bag and carefully poured them onto the gruesome wound.

However, as she approached the bandaging, the hunter's hands froze in mid-air, her expression hesitant and somewhat resistant.

To be honest, she had a strong aversion to men and didn't even want to try to have any contact with them.

Just as the huntress was about to call for help, her gaze turned back and she saw the little girl behind her clutching her staff, looking helpless. She had no choice but to tense up, grit her teeth, and pull out a roll of clean linen to carefully treat the wound.

However, what she didn't notice was that the little girl holding the tin staff kept glancing at the unconscious injured man with a strange expression.

Just now, the flow of divine power within her body was silently cut off.

In addition, that feeling, like being stung by a scorpion on your arm, is definitely real!

The snake was still awake, and very lively at that.

I knew it! How could such a terrifying guy be taken down by a few arrows? It turns out that his miserable state was all an act.

For some reason, Samael refused her treatment and even pinched her as a warning.

In the corner, Circe, now relieved, watched the huntress enduring some discomfort as she busied herself cleaning and bandaging the ancient serpent's wounds. Her colorful eyes flickered as she muttered to herself.

I've heard that gods are very petty. Is his purpose to make the woman who hurt him take responsibility for it?

But is it really worth paying such a price for such a small punishment?

Forget it, the will of God is unfathomable. For the sake of my own life, I'd better not meddle in this kind of thing.

Having made up his mind, Circe obediently squatted to the side, like a well-behaved child who knew nothing.

After working for fifteen minutes, the hunter wiped the sweat from her forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the victim's family members standing nearby, well, they remained quite calm.

At this moment, the huntress came to her senses, looked up and saw that there were no villages in front of her or cities behind her, and the wounded man was still unconscious beside her. Her expression was awkward and guilty.

“He is injured and should not be moved. Let’s rest in the nearby wilderness for the night and wait for his wounds to heal first.”

As the profound tremor resonated in his mind, Circe forced a slightly stiff expression and nodded.

The fact that the victim's family was in a stable mood relieved the female hunter. She stood up, looked around, and began to ponder.

“He is a descendant of gods. The smell of blood from earlier might attract the attention of magical beasts. Let’s find a safe downwind spot to set up camp.”

Circe naturally obeyed, especially since the female hunter's words and actions were very experienced, clearly indicating that she had rich experience in jungle life.

However, the task of carrying the wounded naturally fell to the perpetrators.

What started as a well-intentioned attempt to save someone ended up resulting in the teacher being shot down, and the perpetrator taking responsibility.

It was truly an unlucky year. Although she was guided by a divine oracle to participate in the trials, she had a feeling that this hunt in Calydon would not go too smoothly.

The female hunter sighed, reluctantly letting go of her psychological burden of resisting contact with men, and carried the wounded man and the mixed-race girl on her back, searching for a suitable campsite.

Midway through, the forest spirit, who had been strolling leisurely, could no longer suppress the guilt in her heart and whispered something.

"I'm sorry, what happened today was a misunderstanding. I will take responsibility for healing your teacher's injuries and will leave after you are all safe."

"Um…"

"Oh, by the way, my name is Atalanta, a follower of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt..."

Circe vaguely saw the figure lying on the huntress's back and seemed to move her eyelids.

Chapter 131 XP Calls to Me (2/2)

"You can transform into a magical beast, so you're a follower of the Orpheus religion?"

The next day, Samael, who was being fed by the perpetrators, paused for a moment when he heard the female hunter's question. He recalled his miscellaneous memories and nodded with feigned helplessness.

Orphism is a religious sect founded in human society by Orpheus, the son of Apollo, the god of light, and Calliope, the muse.

Believers advocate abstinence, believing that by upholding faith and rituals, they can gain more divinity and rid themselves of demonic nature.

In contrast to Samael's previous situation, the doctrine of Orpheus holds that consuming demonic beasts allows one to absorb divine bodies, increase divinity, and thus gain a new form.

After learning the truth, the huntress was extremely embarrassed and apologized repeatedly.

Samael was very magnanimous in response, even defending the hunter's actions and praising her courage in rescuing the weak.

It's fair to say that this happened because of Gu She's bad luck.

At that time, the witch Circe had just committed a crime and was being hung up by Samael to reflect on her actions in the cold wind.

Unfortunately, the female hunter happened to be passing by the coast when she saw a ferocious two-legged wyvern carrying a trembling little girl as it swept across the sky.

This naturally aroused the indignation of the female hunter, who decisively stepped forward to help.

Even so, the huntress sincerely took responsibility, promising to ensure the safety of both victims until they recovered, and offering to make some compensation for the offense.

Furthermore, her emerald eyes, which were looking at the victim, revealed a hint of appreciation and gratitude as she took the initiative to introduce herself.

"Atalanta, a hunter who worships the goddess Artemis, came from Arcadia..."

"I am a follower of Hecate, the goddess of the moon, and Circe, the great witch of Aiyu Island!"

A pink-haired little girl, 147cm tall, jumped out waving a tin staff and solemnly declared her faith.

The huntress chuckled and nodded, stroking the little girl's head affectionately.

As for how much she believed, Samael, who had witnessed everything, said that Circe's permanent loli-like figure was probably not convincing at all.

“Acadia? What a coincidence, my hometown is also in the Peloponnese.”

The ancient serpent showed some surprise, its eyes burning with desire, and it couldn't help but pull the female hunter into a conversation.

Out of guilt for hurting her, Atalanta could only sit by the bedside and act as a good listener and conversationalist.

Gradually, from Samael's narration, which had a touch of reminiscence, the hunter became familiar with the identity of the man before her.

He was once a native of the Peloponnese, but in order to seek the true meaning of life and explore the mysteries of the world, he set sail as an Orphic.

Later, after encountering hardships such as storms, sirens, monsters, and strange occurrences, he drifted to Aiyou Island, where he met a little witch and lived there for a while.

Ultimately, his long years of wandering made him miss his hometown, so he took his little witch, who wanted to see the world, and embarked on a journey home amidst hardships and dangers.

As time went on, Atalanta, who had initially only compromised to appease the wounded, unconsciously lifted her chin and listened intently.

She was already captivated by the bizarre and wonderful scenery and thrilling adventures described by the traveler, and even felt a longing to go there herself.

Of course, as a skilled hunter, Atalanta would not easily trust others.

However, this wounded man was very familiar with the mountains, cities, and customs of the Peloponnese Peninsula, and his memories were somewhat dated, so it's not surprising that he was from the same hometown.

As darkness fell, Atalanta finally snapped out of the lingering reverie of the adventure story. She licked her dry lips, suppressing her lingering admiration and heartfelt praise.

"With so many wonderful experiences, you will surely become a great bard like Homer and Orpheus."

Orpheus, the founder of the sect to which Samael belonged, was of Muse lineage. He was not only a hero but also an outstanding bard.

This praise is undoubtedly a very high compliment.