Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Glug...glug...

Just as the survivors, having narrowly escaped death, collapsed on several slopes, panting heavily, bubbles continued to rise from the asphalt-like black tide that had accumulated in the gully. Their hearts pounded wildly, and their faces turned pale as they turned and ran.

Ho ho ho ho!

However, in an instant, the corpses of the fallen warriors, pierced by arrows or spears, emerged from the black tide, covered with dark red mycelium, before the horrified eyes of the crowd. They pounced on the survivors huddled on the high ground, growling and tearing at them.

Amidst screams of agony, the drowning survivors had their throats and arteries ripped apart, gasped for breath, spurted blood from their necks, and their limbs gradually stopped convulsing.

Amidst the chilling sounds of sucking and tearing, these humans, their faces contorted in terror and their pupils dilated, became food for the monsters, devoured into pale skeletons.

Immediately, these monsters, having just finished their feast, seemed to have an inexhaustible appetite. They looked up again, their sinister gazes fixed on the remaining high ground. Deep within their empty eye sockets, a crimson glint flickered, filled with resentment towards death and hatred towards life.

"Ahhhh!"

As the black tide surged forth, these hungry ghosts, who had crawled out of hell, swarmed toward the survivors huddled on the high ground along the way, their shrill screams rising and falling.

Not only that, the humans who were subsequently stained with the red and black fire rain and entangled with mycelium were not spared either. As red and black blood vessel-like patterns bulged and spread on their bodies, these people instantly turned bloodshot and roared as they charged toward their nearby kin, unleashing a bloody massacre.

At the valley entrance, Pompey drew his sword and swept it horizontally. Two Roman soldiers, wielding short swords and frantically lunging at him, had their heads roll off. The two faces facing him were filled with manic smiles that sent chills down one's spine.

They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!

Many Roman soldiers stood there blankly, their faces pale, muttering to themselves as they watched the Persians and Romans fleeing, fighting, and clashing all over the hillsides.

"Back! Back!"

Pompey raised his shield to deflect a Persian soldier's scimitar, then snatched a spear and hurled it, pinning the red-eyed monster to the ground. His roar startled the nearby Romans who were still conscious.

"Watch out for the fire rain and the mycelium on the ground. If this stuff sticks to your body, you're done for!"

The soldiers, on the verge of collapse, instinctively obeyed their commander's orders, relying on their comrades, and followed the crowd away from this terrifying area.

However, the human escape was no match for the spread of the black tide and fire rain, not to mention the mindless sinners who were infected and killing and hunting everywhere, spreading an uncontrollable chaos.

Meanwhile, the valiant Undead Army and Amazonian warriors, being too close to the altar, were mostly stranded on the high ground, struggling to hold on and constantly in danger of annihilation.

puff puff!

A powerful arrow, 1.5 meters long, shot out, piercing through two heartless sinners who had climbed up, their bodies then rolling into the black tide.

But the splashing water seemed insignificant in the face of the all-encompassing tide.

Wow!

The surging red and black mud flowed up waves several meters high, engulfing the few remaining hilltop fortresses.

Boom boom boom!

At that moment, the sky suddenly brightened, and one after another, shimmering meteors fell, piercing through the black tide and blasting the densely packed, heartless sinners into pieces.

The Kuroshio Current, like plastic scorched by a blazing fire, instantly shrank and evaporated considerably.

puff!puff!

Immediately afterwards, two long spears, one black and one red, pierced through the air and fell into the ravine, making a violent clanging sound.

In an instant, countless starlight from all directions were drawn down, forming a cage that was both sealed and closed, slowly converging and pulling the surging black tide and the mutated life forms that had been corrupted into the light membrane.

Conversely, those lucky survivors are excluded.

boom!

The black torrent, drawn into the light membrane, boiled and clashed violently, stretching and deforming the dazzling starlight barrier.

Upon closer inspection, the survivors were astonished to discover that what was twinkling in the sky were not stars, but gleaming runes.

"Everyone, if you don't want to die, evacuate this wasteland immediately! Seal off this area!"

Under the overwhelming divine power, the survivors, who had just escaped with their lives, looked at the constantly twisting and deforming light prison that could break at any moment, and hurriedly turned around and scattered in all directions.

At the same time, a red and black flame swept across the black tide of the ravine, and the outstretched arm pulled up two long spears, which fell towards the great altar and landed in front of the Persian who had his arms crossed.

"I'm not interfering with your game, yet you're going to become my enemy for the sake of these sinful humans?"

His enjoyment of watching the ants struggle for their lives was ruined. Angolan Manuel narrowed his eyes, his expression displeased, and a sinister malice appeared on his face.

"Stop talking, it's all human affairs, blame me..."

Samael sighed deeply, rolled his eyes in grief and indignation, and looked heartbroken.

"I shouldn't have eaten that blade of grass back then!"

As Angolan Manuel gasped for breath and looked bewildered, the Ancient Serpent Cross Star Eyes opened, and he drew his spear with both hands, thrusting out its sharp edge with chilling force!

Chapter Seventy: Dark Mercy (2/4)

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Above the dark sky, streams of red and black ethereal light clashed and collided, creating a deafening roar that lasted for three days and two nights without stopping for a moment.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, all the insects, ants, birds, and beasts with high alertness hurriedly emerged from their sand burrows and nests, fleeing in panic.

Slower-witted creatures, once caught in the aftershocks of this terrifying divine battle, explode into a bloody mist at close range, leaving no trace of their bodies. Those at a greater distance, frantically crashing and crawling, have their internal organs shattered and their skulls turned to mush within moments, dying instantly from the shock.

Under the divine war, the two monsters, completely unleashed, unleashed a terrible natural disaster, turning the surrounding area into a forbidden zone for life.

Looking out, the completely chaotic weather caused violent sandstorms to rise up, forming a spiral that connected heaven and earth, sucking up broken trees, dead branches, and animal carcasses from the ground into the rising air currents.

The mud and soil eroded by the Kuroshio Current are dry and cracked, some are charred black, and some are still burning.

The barren land, like the surface of the moon, is covered with terrifying craters of all sizes, ranging in diameter and depth from a dozen meters to several kilometers.

The vast expanse of heaven and earth exuded intense malice, refusing to allow any weak life to visit.

Boom boom boom!

The black tide that had accumulated in the gullies and rivers surged and churned, like a menacing monster, repeatedly crashing into the surrounding light walls. It was blasted away by the runes flying everywhere and retreated back into that cage without daring to move.

Meanwhile, the interspersed wedge-shaped divine runes, driven by divine will, chased after their target like cruise missiles, exploding around it.

Angolan Manuel's body was repeatedly cut open by the ether that was stirred up along the way, leaving it riddled with holes, and blood, flesh and bone fragments flying everywhere.

"It's useless! It's useless!"

The god of extreme evil brandished his arm, which was now nothing but bare white bones, and laughed maniacally. The scattered flesh and blood, no more than ten meters away from the body, turned into red and black mud, which then re-attached to the main body and solidified once more.

Whizzing!

Two short swords, one on the left and one on the right, exuding an ominous aura, were thrown out.

Samael flicked his wrist with his left hand, knocking away the short blades on both sides of the spear. The spearhead on the right, as swift as lightning, was thrown out, shattering Angolan Manuel's left arm and piercing his shoulder blade, unleashing a burst of violent power.

Immediately, two figures enveloped in red and black magic intertwined and crashed to the ground like meteors, creating a sonic boom and a rumble of earth waves that reverberated for miles around.

Before the smoke and dust could dissipate, the burst of magical energy had riddled it with holes. Within the cone-shaped craters formed by the high temperature, a fist carrying black mud successfully rammed into Samael's abdomen.

boom!

The ancient serpent struck the ground like a cannonball, creating a series of sonic booms. The soil along its path roared and bulged, and in an instant, scorching red-black flames shot into the sky from the cracks, burning fiercely, like a large oil and gas field being violently ignited.

boom!

Amidst the surging waves of earth, Samael pulled himself out of the fissure in the ground, leaped onto the surface, then clutched his chest with his right hand, coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood spilled from his lips and teeth.

But the attack that closed the distance despite the injury was ultimately worthwhile.

Just as Angolan Manuel regained his footing and was about to press his advantage, Samael bent his right arm forward and grabbed it from afar.

hum!

In an instant, the cross-shaped spear that pierced Angolan Manu's shoulder blade and pinned him to the ground burst into raging red and black flames. Countless bands of light surged from the sky, like rocks crashing down from the heavens, creating a terrifying gravity that caused the ground to rumble and sink, imprisoning this extremely evil god within the ring of light.

"Heh, you like sheltering these crawling worms on the ground. Come on, enjoy their ugly struggles!"

The evil god, who had struggled repeatedly but could not break free, smiled coldly and curled his fingers to grasp the gleaming curved blade that had previously appeared in Darius III's hand, which was engraved with sacred prayers, and then gently lifted it into Angra Mainyu's hand.

As the black-haired, brown-eyed youth lightly wiped the blade and chanted in a low voice, the sacred golden prayers on both sides were actually twisted and reshaped, forming red and black patterns that revealed a mark of madness.

hum!

In an instant, the ether hummed and trembled. One by one, humanoid monsters, their limbs deformed and corroded by red and black patterns, uttered incomprehensible murmurs. They crossed the sand dunes and wind pillars, like wild beasts hunting for food, and gathered towards this desolate wasteland. They rushed madly towards Samael, trying to dig out the delicious food hidden deep within the flames.

boom!

Under the magical vibration, a torrent of ether exploded around Samael, and the gaps in the bodies of the monsters that were blasted away and shattered instantly swelled and wriggled, with muscles twisting and growing to form new limbs.

However, they have lost their original shape and appearance, becoming bloated, twisted and sickly.

Even the most severely damaged humanoid creatures, after being reassembled, looked as if a head had been placed inside a tangled mass of rotting flesh.

"Water...give me water..."

"So hungry...so hungry..."

"Eat...eat..."

Intermittent, indistinct murmurs emanated from the chests of these monsters, their eyes, amidst the madness, revealing a hint of obsession and madness.

Samael heard the noise, his brow furrowed, and he looked up at the approaching Angolan Manuel.

"They...are still alive?"

"Of course!"

Angolan Manuel clapped his hands with a grin, a happy smile spreading across his face as he boasted about his masterpiece.

"I can judge their death, and I can also grant them the right to live. However, I have no obligation to decide how they can survive in this scorched earth."

Look at these adorable toys, so loyal to their desires. For the sake of thirst and hunger, these small needs, they can abandon their human nature, and then, without limit, give up everything, transforming into an ugly form that will stop at nothing to survive.

As he spoke, the black evil god swung his arm, and the sword of the dead pierced through a water sac buried in the sand and dust, splashing half of its liquid onto the scorched earth surrounding Samael.

In an instant, the deformed, writhing chunks of flesh all around rushed toward the small puddle on the ground and frantically licked it.

When the water dries up, they will even gnaw on the damp mud and sand, and fight like hyenas for the last bit of moisture, tearing off pieces of rotten flesh from each other to fill their stomachs.

Puff puff puff!

Runes flew down, piercing the skulls of the beggars. The god of slaughter remained calm as still water, his gaze cold and unresponsive, showing no pity or compassion whatsoever.

Under the influence of the Black Tide, even those who survived were reduced to pets to please Angolan Mainyu.

Death, for them, may be dark, but it is also a merciful release.

Chapter Seventy-One: The End of Four Nights, the Copying of All Things! (3/4)

However, that persistent consciousness frantically devoured the surrounding flesh and matter, expanding abnormally once again, firmly maintaining its last shred of life, and even launching a frenzied counterattack against a certain executioner who wanted to prevent them from living.

"You saw their ugly behavior, didn't you? These lives aren't worth saving at all. You clearly have a similar smell to me, a lingering stench of blood, even stronger than mine. Why can't you understand me!"

Upon seeing this, Angolan Manuel roared in anger, his face displaying a frenzied and resentful expression.

Samael turned around, looked at the extremely evil god with a deep gaze, recalled his past experiences, and replied in a slow and deliberate tone.

"Humans are indeed foolish and flawed creatures, but that doesn't stop them from having a beautiful side."

I can kill for my own purposes; I can also judge or condemn a person based on their character and behavior.

So, if you choose to return to the village and take revenge on those ignorant people who persecuted you, I have no interest in interfering.

Immediately, the ancient snake spoke in a somber tone, its expression solemn.

"But the difference is that I will not extend my revenge and resentment against individuals to the entire group."

"Ha, hypocrite! Do you really think that by stopping this war and stopping me, you can prevent them from killing each other?"

The number of people killing each other far exceeds the number of people we have slaughtered.

They can kill each other over something as trivial as a piece of bread, a sip of water, a house, or even a single argument.

They can start a war over wealth, population, or territory, and justify it with all sorts of reasons, never repenting!

"Ha, the existence of humanity only leads to the decay of this world. Since these fools will inevitably perish by their own hands sooner or later, why can't I end their fate?"

Angolan Manuel's eyes were chilling. He raised his hand and grabbed the gun barrel, enduring the excruciating pain and restraint as he slowly pulled the weapon from his shoulder. His hysterical roars twisted his face, radiating an extreme malice that cursed humanity and the entire world.

This includes not only the Persian youth's resentment towards the ignorant villagers, but also the extreme evil god Angra Mainyu's hatred towards humanity as a whole.

In Persian mythology, humans exist as allies and followers of Ahura, the Lord of Wisdom, and fought against Angolan Manu in a thousand-year war.

It can be said that this evil god's hatred for humanity is etched into his very bones and into his very divinity.

"Humans deserve to die!"