Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

An unintentional touch stirred up Samael's thoughts, and he couldn't help but feel more gentleness and respect for the old knight before him.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Ancient Serpent leaned against Merry and told Sir Hector, who was inquiring about the events of the previous night, what he had seen and known.

There's no need to hide the fact that the dog demon went berserk.

However, the ancient snake mostly glossed over the encounter with Morgan and the adoption of Bagst.

After hearing the account of this thrilling chase, and seeing the few dog demon horns that Samael had thrown on the table as spoils of war and evidence, the group couldn't help but exchange solemn glances.

"Lord Hector, I heard on the way that not only Cornwall was ravaged, but other towns were also attacked?"

After extending an olive branch first, Samael's eyes flickered slightly as he tentatively inquired.

"Yes! That's why I've gathered all these talented individuals here to discuss this matter."

The old knight's expression turned solemn. He nodded heavily, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone, his brow furrowing, before dropping a bombshell.

"Just last night, Londinion in the east, Oxford in the southeast, and Darlington all encountered trouble. The soldiers in the south suffered heavy casualties and were unable to resist..."

The attackers to the town included not only the cannibals you mentioned, but also a large number of resurrected corpses and a type of insect that gnaws at the earth, erodes life, and corrupts other species!

Chapter Sixteen: To defeat magic with magic?

As expected, the dog demon's rampage was not an isolated incident!

Samael pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and, with the old knight's permission, earnestly inquired.

"Since such a big mess has occurred in the Southern Territory, why not leave it to the Knights of the Righteousness to handle? The members of the Round Table should be more adept at dealing with these calamities than we are."

The people who had been summoned nodded in succession, but were also quite puzzled.

While they included renowned sorcerers, skilled swordsmen, and exceptionally talented druids, they were still considerably inferior to the Knights of the Righteousness and the Round Table, these divinely protected monsters.

Basically, if the enemy launches a single charge, they'll lose most of their troops.

"Because the North is also in trouble..."

When asked about this, Sir Hector sighed slightly, and finally spoke in a solemn tone.

"Camelot just received news that a large number of wyverns have appeared in the dark swamps of the North and are constantly attacking towns."

Meanwhile, in the wilderness, for some unknown reason, a horde of wild hunters has emerged. They bring storms and thunder, burning the earth and turning forests into scorched earth, wreaking havoc everywhere. Our king and his knights are temporarily unable to escape.

Before this, the calamities in the South could only be resolved by ourselves…

Upon hearing this, everyone looked astonished, and an uproar ensued.

After the meeting, the atmosphere at the hostel was somber and heavy.

"So, in other words, Britain is experiencing four calamities at the same time: the beast plague and the insect plague in the south, plus the dragon plague and the Wild Hunt in the north?"

"If Sir Hector has not concealed anything, then that is the case."

Inside the room, Samael told Morgan everything about the meeting without reservation, which immediately caused the witch to frown and her eyes, hidden behind her veil, to be filled with deep worry.

The Beast Calamity, as the name suggests, is a calamity caused by the rampage of the Dog Demon.

Currently, due to days of investigation and raids, she and Samael cooperated to cut off the dog demon's sacrifice, cleared out the black dogs in the fairy ruins, and took away the new king created by these demonized fairies, namely [Ancestral Ailing] Bagst.

In theory, the beast plague has been brought under initial control.

In comparison, the insect plague that devours the land, gnaws out life, and infects the living, along with the corpses of the dead awakened from the earth by these insects and attacking Darlington, is clearly more troublesome.

"The Naraku Insect..."

After thinking for a long time, Morgan seemed to have thought of something, and slowly spoke with a solemn expression.

"The Naraku Insect?"

Samael suddenly realized something and looked up at Morgan.

The sorceress's deep blue eyes revealed the secrets she knew.

"Legend has it that the secrets of creation and destruction are buried beneath Britain. These two forces alternate to form a balance, and once this stability is broken, it will lead to a severe catastrophe in Britain."

As far as I know, the secret texts left by the horned god Cernunus mention that the Naraku Insects are one of the end-of-life devices that brought destruction and death to this island!

The first three days are for the destruction of the world, the next three days for the creation of the world, and the seventh day is for rest.

The secrets of creation and destruction...

Samael subconsciously raised his hand to lightly touch the bridge of his nose, his eyes darting around, and then he turned his head to look out the window guiltily.

As the core of the Covenant War, the number of corpses buried beneath Britain was so vast that even he himself couldn't say for sure how many.

At the same time, this place is the beginning of a new world, preserving the purest mystery and the last fantasy on the earth.

The alternation of life and death has shaped the unique character of this island.

If he guessed correctly, the remnants of the world's destruction should have transformed into the dragon Vortigern in the north, a land littered with corpses; while the starlight of creation, in the south surrounding the island of Avalon, gave birth to the mystically blessed King Uther and his successor Morgan.

Once the forces of creation and destruction become unbalanced, Britain, as the pivotal point, will inevitably face severe upheaval.

Moreover, the Battle of Baden Mountain left behind considerable hidden dangers for the Knight King who should have shed his mystique and unified the entire territory.

Morgan, who had planted spies within the Knights of the Round Table, was clearly aware of this as well.

"I suspect that someone deliberately awakened them!"

"You mean?"

Beside her, Merry paused slightly, her fingers holding the wine glass, and blinked, asking a question.

"The humble king Vortigeng!"

Although Morgan didn't particularly like the new white-haired companion beside him, he patiently revealed his answer with a slightly more confident tone, out of respect for Samael.

Immediately, the witch frowned and added, "Furthermore, the dragon scourge in the Dark Swamp and the rampant Wild Hunt in the North are probably also related to Vortigern!"

Voodoo Gon already possessed the power to manipulate dragons, and this dragon calamity was most likely his doing.

The Wild Hunt originated from Norse mythology.

Legend has it that the spirits of fallen warriors, driven by intense obsession, linger on the battlefield, and under certain conditions, revive to hunt down and kill any living souls who venture into the forbidden zone, continuing their war until they are completely extinguished.

"Why am I the only one doing all the talking? Why aren't you guys saying anything?"

After another long and tedious explanation of science, Morgan, who didn't like to talk too much, felt the atmosphere was a bit dull. The room had become a one-woman show for her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, Samael and Melly paused, their eyes meeting briefly before quickly looking away.

"We're not familiar with this kind of thing..."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with us... mmm..."

Before the scumbag woman next to her could finish exposing herself, the quick-witted Ancient Snake immediately covered Meryl's lips and teeth, pulling her aside.

“What Meryl means is that we haven’t experienced this kind of thing before, we have no connection, and we have no experience with it, so it would be better to listen to your thoughts.”

Samael gave a subtle smile, sincerely expressing his admiration for Morgan, the disaster response expert, despite being a novice.

Fortunately, Morgan was just mentioning it casually because of his taciturn nature. He hadn't expected the two newcomers to offer any constructive advice. So, after pausing for a moment to calm himself down, he pondered again and took the lead on the new topic.

"By the way, someone sent us a picture of the Wild Hunt King from the front lines."

As they talked, Morgan dipped his finger in the tea in his cup and traced fairy-like characters on the table.

As the azure water rippled and spread, the table reflected a terrifying figure standing atop a barren hill, like a mirror.

This King of the Wild Hunt, born in the North, is clad in a suit of dark, menacing armor, sits atop a red-eyed warhorse, and wields a thorny spear. He is surrounded by a host of bloodthirsty, murderous spirits of the Wild Hunt, displaying his formidable and ferocious power.

"Although her face is not clearly visible, her strength is considerable, and she possesses an aura similar to that of the Knight King. Even the British Knights of Justice and the Round Table are struggling to fight her. Furthermore, because she seems to have the power to control storms and summon rain clouds and thunder, the Round Table privately call her the 'Queen of Storms' or the 'Queen of Gale.'"

Just as Morgan frowned and pondered, Samael's gaze fell upon the black knight who resembled a nightmare, his lips twitched slightly, and he cursed inwardly.

This isn't just similar to Artoria, it's exactly the same!

Damn, could it be that after being defeated, Vortigerna also had an epiphany, learned from Uther, and used Artoria as a template to create this Lord of the Wild Hunt, who is the opposite of the Knight King, by using the corpses of the North?

Damn, so this is what they call "using magic to defeat magic"?

Chapter Seventeen: Let's do something decent, Meryl!

As night fell, Samael stared at the map of Britain on the table, which he had scribbled and marked. The messy circles and crosses on it gave him a headache, and he paced back and forth in his bedroom.

It's chaos, it's all chaos.

Vortigern, the king who was supposed to fight at the Battle of Baden, escaped death by chance due to Meryl's interference.

As a result, even a centipede that has died does not stiffen.

The incarnation of that dragon, the dark side hidden on the island of Britain, unleashed a mysterious riot and a catastrophe.

Currently, King Artoria and her army are tied down in the North by the Wild Hunt and the Dragon Plague.

The desolate southern border was further struck by the [Beast Plague] and the [Insect Plague], igniting widespread warfare.

In Samael's memory, history was in complete disarray. The plan to smoothly follow the trajectory of fate and complete the process of the British divine era was essentially scrapped.

"Merry!"

The hard-working professional responsible for cleaning up messes suddenly felt overwhelmed and couldn't help but grab the map and rush into the bedroom next door.

As the door was violently pushed open, a wicked nightmare, having heard the commotion, was already furtively clinging to the window, intending to make its escape.

Why are you running? Look what you've done!

Samael threw the messy situation map at Meryl's face and angrily confronted the culprit.

"This?"

Mary stripped off the incriminating evidence, glanced at it briefly, and slowly climbed down from the window. She turned back gracefully, her face, which had been filled with guilt just moments before, now adorned with a bright smile, and she began to retort with eloquent arguments.

"Isn't chaos better? We can only profit from chaos. Anyway, the mission we've been given to the stars is to bring the British Age of Gods to a close in the end."

"Are you trying to profit from chaos? You're clearly just looking for fun on a whim! Even if you're going to stir up trouble, you should do it gradually and guide things in the direction we intend, instead of leaving everything in such a mess that we can't make sense of anything!"

Samael, who knew this scumbag woman inside and out, mercilessly exposed Meryl's true intentions, coldly rebuking her with a low voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

Yes, yes, you're right, you're amazing, everything you say is correct.

Mary adopted a humble and receptive demeanor, nodding with a completely insincere smile.

If I have offended you, I will do it again next time!

Samael spoke at length until his throat was dry, while Meryl wore a perfunctory smile throughout, her mind wandering, clearly letting the words go in one ear and out the other, not taking in much of what she heard.

Faced with this shameless and amusing person, the ancient snake was defeated and had no choice but to give up on the talkative personality correction and turn to another reliable ally for advice.

"Where is Morgos?"

"They went out, it seems to be in the direction of Tintagil Castle."

Mary blinked, her eyes meaningful.

Why is Morgan going to see Hector so late?

Samael frowned slightly and pondered briefly.

"Oh, right, she has something else she asked me to give to you."

"thing?"

"There it is, right there on the bed."

Mary casually raised her hand and pointed to the bulging blanket on the bed, looking somewhat disinterested.

Samael then noticed that Bagst was sleeping soundly in the corner.

"She didn't cry or fuss, and slept soundly. I didn't expect you to be so good at soothing children."

The ancient snake slowly walked in, and looking at the little one curled up in the swaddling clothes, it couldn't help but change its opinion of Meryl, that despicable person.

The "caring older sister" who was specifically praised quietly retreated and then reached the window again.

At this moment, as they drew closer and lifted the child out of the bed, the familiar lingering fragrance emanating from Bagst's lips startled Samael.

Strange, why does it smell like alcohol?

Wait, the smell of alcohol?!

The ancient snake looked at Bagst's flushed, hot face and instantly realized what was happening.

This guy wasn't put to sleep, he was drugged and made drunk!