Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Just as before, the lambs that God domesticated were meant to provide milk and blood for the Lord.

Therefore, the bombing of the Nameless Forest from outer space was not a mistake; it was probably intentional on the part of that king.

She's about to begin integrating the world's resources.

They used human flesh and souls to nourish that tower and maintain the kingdom's operation.

Artoria was shocked. Looking again at the only light in this desolate world, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Beneath that dazzling brilliance lies a foundation of blood, and that towering tower is built upon piles of corpses.

What is so-called sacredness, what is so-called ideal, how absurd, how laughable...

"Why does it have to go to this extent? She is the queen of this country. A queen should be someone who protects the country and brings happiness to the people."

Artoria was somewhat unable to accept everything she had seen and known, and she muttered to herself while holding her head in her hands.

"Protecting the country? Bringing happiness to the people? Aren't these the things she's doing?"

Samael smiled and spoke softly, a hint of coldness in his calm gaze that even instilled fear in Artoria.

"At least within that tower, the nation and its people still exist, don't they?"

"No, that's not right! This kind of existence is too distorted. It's just a toy she created to achieve her goals. All she wants is that empty shell. She no longer has any feelings for it! The country and the people have lost their meaning of existence!"

"This is just your perspective as a human being. You haven't stood on the same level as God to talk about humanity. That's quite naive."

Samael looked down from his high vantage point, creating a heavy sense of oppression.

Artoria initially took a step back, but then regained her composure, solemnly raised her head, and met the gaze of her mentor. As her eyes met the deep concern in his eyes, a pure and firm smile bloomed on the girl's pretty face.

"I understand, teacher. This must be the meaning of my existence, the mission I've been given. So, I will do everything in my power to correct this mistake... and with you!"

Chapter 112 Feel the Grace, Hear the Revelation!

"Time is of the essence, we have a lot to do, let's go."

After a long conversation, explaining the current situation to his disciple, Samael looked up at the golden band of light that was gradually converging towards the center and gave him a serious reminder.

"Teacher, before I leave, I want to bury them..."

Artoria looked around, pursed her cherry lips, and a trace of pity and reluctance appeared in her eyes.

Samael remained silent for a moment, then looked seriously at Artoria and earnestly advised her against her overly naive kindness.

"Do you know that when the Tower of the End closes, people die every moment? We've encountered this many times along the way, and we'll encounter even more in the future?"

"Ok, I know……"

"Do you know that we've already caught her attention? The longer we stay in one place, the more dangerous it becomes?"

"I know."

"Do you know that as the chosen one of destiny, you are the only one who can save this world? Your safety is more important than anything else?"

"I know!"

Artoria nodded gently, a firm and earnest look appearing on her pretty face.

"I can't save their lives, but at least their remains should be laid to rest."

"This doesn't change anything..."

"But since we've run into this, we should do something about it."

The prophesied child's face was tense, his expression solemn, and his innocent eyes were filled with the purest kindness.

The master and apprentice looked at each other silently for a moment. Finally, Samael's calm gaze softened, and he shook his head helplessly as he started to walk away.

"teacher……"

Artoria gently bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, still feeling somewhat unwilling and reluctant.

"Now that we've made up our minds, what are we waiting for?"

Samael stopped, turned around, glanced at Artoria, and gave a slight hum.

"what?"

Artoria was taken aback, somewhat confused.

"Two people together, that'll be faster."

Samael rolled his eyes and responded irritably.

"Ok!"

The blonde girl smiled broadly, nodded emphatically, and immediately followed excitedly.

Master and apprentice walked side by side, their figures intertwined.

However, just as Samael and Artoria were busy collecting the remains and burying roughly half of the victims, a strong tremor came from the ether in the air.

"Teacher, ahead!"

The prophesied son felt a pang of anxiety and immediately reminded Samael beside him.

On the desolate wasteland ahead, stardust fell, accompanied by a hymn-like sound. Several golden pillars of light rose from the ground, and the figures drawn into them gradually faded and dissolved, converging like streams of light towards the tower at the end of the storm.

"It's the Holy Grail Ceremony!"

Samael's gaze sharpened, and his brow furrowed.

They're nearby!

Meanwhile, in a village in ruins, terrified humans, like sheep, were dragged out from every corner by black-armored knights wielding swords, shields, spears, and axes, and driven to the open space in the center.

As the armor and weapons gleamed coldly and menacingly, the weak lambs trembled and knelt down one after another.

Clang!

A greatsword burning with jet-black flames was plunged into the rocky ground, and the knight, enveloped in black flames, spoke in a solemn tone.

"The world is about to be reshaped, the time for departure has come. Our King will open the Holy City to the Immaculate, to welcome the Pure Ones to continue civilization together. Now, I will preside over the Holy Eradication—"

Feel the grace, listen to the revelation!

Accompanied by the mechanical announcement and the resonant vibration of the ether, four golden beams of light rose from among the hundreds of humans trapped in the open space.

Only four...

The knight, shrouded in black flames, nodded slowly, unsurprised.

Human beings are bound by the chains of fate and are easily corrupted by worldly affairs. Only those with eternally pure souls are qualified to be redeemed and gain the right to step into that ideal land.

Just like Noah and his family in the Bible, who were chosen by God because of their piety and righteousness, when the end times came, only a few people were able to board the ark and set sail for the new world.

These are enough as seeds for the continuation of civilization.

Immediately, at the signal of the Flame Knight, the fully armed Guardian Knights on both sides, like machines receiving orders, stepped into the flock of lambs and pulled out the chosen lucky ones.

"I regret to inform you, disqualified individuals, that you have been rejected by the new world. Therefore, the Holy Eradication is over, and the Holy Punishment begins—"

Feel the grace, and may you enjoy eternal peace!

Immediately afterwards, amidst that cold, pensive sigh that sounded like a pronouncement, the greatsword, pierced through the rocky ground, burst forth, its blazing light sweeping across the oblivious crowd with overwhelming force.

The silhouettes of death floated down, reflecting the terrified and distorted faces.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, a golden-blue light surged from the side, colliding directly with the blazing black flames. A violent roar followed, accompanied by a fierce gale, sending sand and stones flying everywhere. Hundreds of righteous knights on both sides were blasted away.

laugh!

The powerful impact caused the knight, enveloped in dark flames, to carve two deep furrows in the rocky ground with his legs. Like a cannonball, he was blasted nearly a hundred meters away before finally coming to a stop.

But the moment the Flame Knight was defeated, the surrounding Righteous Knights were instantly activated, like a wound-up machine.

"Form ranks and prepare for battle!"

Amidst the chilling tremor, two dark flames flickered beneath the full-face armor. The mechanically raised arms, each gripping a sword, shield, axe, or spear, converged and clashed with the shadowy figure charging into the open space.

With a thunderous roar, Samael's ether surged, and wherever the dark golden sword light passed, tin cans flew backward, and armor twisted and shattered.

Even more bizarrely, within those torn metal fragments lay a dark void, from which golden-red mist sprayed out, and pairs of eyes that had been flickering like flames dimmed slightly as they swayed.

It seemed that what had just flowed out was their blood.

boom!

At this moment, as Samael's offensive was halted, the leader who had been blasted away earlier immediately forced his broadsword into the ground to stabilize himself. His figure, enveloped in black flames, burned fiercely, and the turbulent ether within him frantically converged on the hilt of the sword. A chilling chant echoed across the surrounding area.

"Sinners who defile the ritual, feel grace, hear divine revelation, before this radiance dispel the darkness, the holy sword of the star, stripped of all pretense! — The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Gallatin)!"

In an instant, the earth trembled violently, and divine runes peeled off the black sword blade, engraving themselves on the ground to form a dial marked with twelve Roman numerals.

The longsword named "Pointer" slashed down, and a pillar of red and black flames surged out from the gaps in the dial, igniting and incinerating everything tangible.

Finished!

The people trapped in the open space watched as streaks of light and flame erupted from the cracks in the ground and swept over them rapidly, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The monsters released from these towers had no intention of letting them live!

"This is the omen of what is to come. The land of hope, the ruins of paradise. You will hold up the star without anyone calling you. For whom does destiny reside—the star of hope that embraces you!"

At that moment, a sharp cry echoed around, and a blonde girl, gripping her wand tightly, ran to the front of the formation. The azure light drew in the surrounding aether, connecting the Ogan runes and runes to form a thin magical barrier, sheltering the frail humans under its faint light.

This time, I finally made it...

The girl, desperately resisting the impact of the magic, swallowed the metallic taste rising in her throat, glanced back apologetically, then turned her gaze to the terrified people around her, forcing a sweet smile from the bottom of her heart onto her pale face.

The dead are dead.

Those who are alive still have a chance to live.

Chapter 113 I'm a petty person (4.5k)

"Teacher, leave this to me!"

Artoria gritted her teeth and shouted, immediately holding her breath and concentrating on the aether within her body, increasing her magic output by another level, expanding the light screen, and forcibly shaking off the javelins, arrows, swords, and axes attacking from all around.

"it is good!"

Samael nodded without turning his head. With no more worries about protecting the hostages, he immediately unleashed his full power and charged towards the group of knights shrouded in black mist.

The golden-blue sword light sometimes streaks across the sky as swiftly as a comet, and sometimes flows as densely as mercury spilling onto the ground. Its slashing and cutting are as smooth and clean as flowing clouds and water; its thrusting, parrying, and swirling are as swift as a gazelle's horns, leaving no trace.

Wherever the blade passed, nearby knights fell like wheat stalks cut by a sickle in a field.

"My king, have mercy on this!"

However, as Samael charged straight into the enemy ranks, his sword slicing through the bodies of dozens of knights, the humanoid black mists encased in armor trembled violently, emitting solemn chants.

hum...

Instantly, the shattered armor healed rapidly, and the knights who had fallen to the ground rose again in stiff, strange postures, as if regenerated by a repair machine. Their crimson eyes, gleaming beneath their armor, charged forward once more like madmen.

These things are really troublesome!

Samael's brow furrowed, his expression grew cold, and he slowly raised the holy sword in his hand, a chilling smirk spreading across his lips.

Then, I'll kill you all one more time!

In an instant, the ancient serpent's vertical pupils opened, its hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, and the golden-red ether around it converged wildly, forming a visible spiral of light around it.

Even the black mist that originally clung to the knights was forcibly torn apart, turning into the purest spiritual particles, which were then extracted and drawn into the pillar of light surrounding Samael.

In the instant when his power reached its peak, Samael stepped forward, bowed, and swung his sword.

boom!

In an instant, a stream of light, as thunderous and as roaring as a dragon, plowed deep furrows in the ground, carrying mud and vegetation as it surged forward.

With a single strike, nearly half of the knights twisted and dissolved in the dazzling stream of light, instantly turning to ashes.

laugh!

Finally, as the sword light gradually weakened, a jet-black pillar of flame erupted from the ground, forcefully cleaving through the terrifying attack that resembled the breath of a giant dragon.

However, at the same time, the powerful recoil caused the figure's legs to sink deep into the rocky ground, dragging him for a hundred meters before he could stop.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Samael exhaled a long breath and looked at the figure in the center of the radioactively cracked crater, whose armor was nearly half melted but whose body remained standing. His eyes narrowed slightly.