Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Thunder filled the sky, divine might was like a prison.

The interplay of light and shadow creates an indescribable sense of oppression, bringing a shiver that originates from a biological instinct.

This time, he's serious!

The nightmare demon's pupils contracted sharply, and it instinctively raised its wand, its lips moving as if to chant a divine incantation.

Snapped!

However, as a crisp snap of fingers came from the other side, the magic within Mary's body seemed to be summoned and surged uncontrollably.

laugh!

In an instant, the dark figure, accompanied by a sharp sound that tore through the air, rushed forward with lightning speed, and a slender, white hand covered that beautiful face with the speed of lightning.

boom!

The next moment, an overwhelming power suddenly erupted. The man roughly slammed the dreamlike beauty in his hand onto the ground with one hand, causing the mountain to collapse and rocks to shatter, sending boulders flying and raising clouds of dust.

The powerful impact dragged the nightmare for hundreds of meters, carving deep furrows into the hard rock.

Fortunately, as a fairy of the Great Mother level, Meli reacted quickly. In her haste, she covered her body with the meager amount of magic she could control, forming a simple protection, which prevented her from becoming a bloody stain on the ground.

Even so, the once elegant and composed witch is now dressed in rags and looks utterly wretched.

Even when Mary tried several times to activate her innate ability to become ethereal and escape as usual, the etheric factors within her body did not respond, and her limp body was unable to move an inch under the tight grip of those fingers.

What exactly is going on?

A strong sense of bewilderment welled up inside her, and her dreamy purple eyes were filled with confusion.

The deity, looking down from above, smiled slightly and spoke with profound meaning.

"I told you long ago to drink less, especially not to steal my drinks. Why have you never listened to me?"

"You poisoned the drink?!"

Meryl suddenly realized, and a sense of joy, as if the clouds had parted and the sun had shone through, flickered in her purple eyes.

"No, that's not right..."

But then, the white-haired nightmare changed its mind, shook its head, and muttered in confusion.

"You drank that stuff too, and those fairy knights drank it too, so why are you all fine? How did they do it?"

Mei asked curiously, her beautiful eyes brimming with a strong thirst for knowledge.

Samael smiled without answering, his right hand moving down to grip the slender neck, tightening its grip inch by inch, while he murmured leisurely.

"Announcement"

I am in charge of killing and I am in charge of life.

What I hurt, I heal.

There is no way to surpass the palm of my hand.

What cannot escape is my gaze.

Entrust to me, learn from me, and follow me.

During a break,

The song has not been forgotten, the prayer has not been forgotten, and I have not forgotten myself.

With my lightness, I can shed all burdens…

As the chanting, like a sacred hymn, converged into a milky white stream of light, it seeped into his body in wisps, bringing an indescribable burning sensation. The nightmare wriggled its throat, blinked, and looked at the deity before it, asking questions with great interest.

So... are you going to... kill me?

That exquisitely beautiful face showed no fear or sadness, but rather a deep sense of curiosity and anticipation.

Death is not often frightening to fairies.

They are a species born for a purpose, and cannot be measured by worldly good and evil, nor can they be intimidated by ordinary life and death.

"No, how could that be!"

Samael's lips curled up, and his smile grew even brighter.

Then, the ancient serpent slightly moved its lips and teeth, facing the witch who was already enveloped in milky white light, and slowly chanted the final words of its declaration.

"The eternal life is born of life and is given by death."

Anointed and branded for your sins.

Forgiveness is in the present moment, I swear by my flesh…

The lingering echoes of the divine words resonated in Meryl's ears, while a vast, pure white light stream completely merged into the nightmare demon's body.

At the same time, an unprecedented feeling of heaviness spread throughout Meryl's body.

As the deity withdrew from his grasp, a crimson stain appeared on the dream demon's smooth forehead.

Meryl subconsciously raised her hand to lightly touch the damp spot, a faint, sweet, metallic scent wafting towards her nose.

In an instant, the nightmare's purple eyes sparkled brightly.

is blood!

Yes, this is the blood of the lamb that washes away sins and grants new life.

Both the Lesser Grail sent to Camelot and the farewell drink Mordred and the others had consumed contained this substance.

After all, he is the guardian of the gods' tombs, and for outsiders who wish to travel easily to the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars in their immaculate form, he is the most effective catalyst.

Similarly, all along, the drinks that Mary stole from him had been mixed with his blood.

As the primordial serpent that devours the immortal herb and cycles through life and death, its blood has another function in the evolution of mythology.

That is, receiving flesh and new birth.

Samael looked meaningfully at the nightmare before him and spoke softly.

"Congratulations, you have been blessed."

Mary paused for a moment, then touched her warm cheek. Like a child who had received a new toy, she pinched her glistening arm with great interest, feeling the flesh and blood that belonged to her.

Unfortunately, having just been given a physical form from an illusory existence, Meryl was not used to it. She could not even get up and move a few steps, and could only sit on the ground with her knees bent, like a mermaid who had just come ashore.

After a moment, the nightmare's excitement subsided slightly, and it raised its head, its eyes filled with curiosity.

"You won't kill me?"

"Because, for you, I have thought of a better punishment."

Samael smiled, lowered his body, and stared intently at the woman before him with his serpentine, vertical pupils.

"Haven't you always wanted to sleep with me?"

The biological instinct for self-preservation froze the smile on Mary's face. She subconsciously tried to support her newborn body and distance herself from the man in front of her.

However, with a sharp pain on her scalp, the loose silver hair at the back of her head was roughly grabbed, and the nightmare demon, slumped on the ground, was lifted up inch by inch.

"Now, I can satisfy you..."

A demon's chilling whisper came from behind, followed by the crisp sound of tearing cloth, which echoed around. Ragged pieces fluttered like butterflies, scattering everywhere.

Then, before Meryl could react, the nightmare began!

This was a brutal trampling of the weak by the strong, without the slightest pity, tenderness, or pause.

Pain, pain I've never felt before!

Blood was burning, muscles were twitching, bones were groaning, and every inch of skin felt as if it were being gnawed and torn apart by venomous snakes.

Her body, repeatedly ravaged, constantly brought the real senses into her consciousness, like raging waves crashing against reefs, almost tearing her mind to shreds time and time again.

Finally, this beastly torture came to an end amidst Mary's desperate cries of agony.

However, in just a moment, a new cycle began again.

On Avalon Island, thunder roared and storms raged, as if the gods were unleashing their merciless fury upon the earth.

This nightmare seems to have no end.

Finally, after seven days and seven nights.

As the storm and thunder subsided, the curtain of light covering the island melted away inch by inch in the sunrise, revealing its violent side. The ancient god, having vented all the pent-up emotions accumulated in its heart, rose up refreshed and invigorated in the morning sun.

"So this is what it feels like to have a physical body. It's amazing..."

Under the sunlight, an exhausted white-haired beauty leaned against the stone wall, stretching out her bluish-purple arm towards the sun, scrutinizing it closely, her brows furrowed as she murmured to herself.

The dream demon, whose nature was hard to change, originally wanted to continue exploring this novel experience, but the memories that flooded her mind made her shiver involuntarily, and she looked at the culprit in front of her with resentment.

"But it really hurts!"

Samael turned around, his back to the sunlight, a smile blooming in the shadows as he softly offered words of comfort.

"It's okay, you'll get used to this feeling eventually..."

Experiencing the true taste of pain, Mary was speechless with anger. For the first time, her cynical heart was filled with a strong urge to kill someone.

Samael didn't seem to care, and his smile widened.

"But before that, you need to go where you're supposed to be..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a sense of foreboding washed over Mary again. She struggled to her feet, instinctively wanting to get as far away from this demon as possible.

However, before she could even take a step, the ground beneath her instantly became sticky and soft, like a swamp, and she uncontrollably sank inch by inch.

At the same time, a rock-like grayish-brown color rapidly spread from the point of contact between the two to Mary's entire body, and her skin and bones hardened and solidified in an instant.

It's petrification!

The answer came to mind. Although my consciousness was still vivid and I could clearly perceive the changes in the outside world, it was as if I was imprisoned in a lightless shell, unable to react and could only silently endure the passage of time.

As her body sank inch by inch into the mud, Mary's eyes, finally covered by a gray-black veil, overflowed with unparalleled fear.

Compared to death, loneliness and imprisonment are the most terrifying punishments...

But her cries and pleas, even her confessions, were destined to go unheard.

Finally, it's over...

Samael glanced at the pristine rocky ground behind him, then turned his gaze back to Britain bathed in the morning sun.

But the end of everything will also be a new beginning.

The ancient serpent casually drew the golden sword of certain victory from beside him, examined it for a moment, smiled meaningfully, and then swung it forward.

call out!

In an instant, the invincible golden sword, enveloped by the ether, tore through the dark clouds above Britain like a golden meteor, slicing through the sky.

Clang!

In an instant, a dazzling golden arc of light fell from the sky, accompanied by the resounding clang of metal, and pierced a stone platform in Camelot.

At the same time, a circle of golden inscriptions lit up beneath the stone platform, and the earth rumbled and pulsated as if in silent response.

"Whoever draws this sword shall be the King of Britain!"

Destruction gives birth to new life; the end is also the beginning.

On Avalon Island, the ancient serpent gazed into the distance, taking one last look at the now dimmed Golden Sword of Victory. Relieved of its burden, it let out a long, quiet sigh.

But what followed was an indescribable sense of melancholy...

Samael raised his fingers and looked quietly at his palm, remaining silent for a long time.

Although the British Age of Gods has been successfully concluded, the journey can hardly be described as perfect.

He gained a lot, but he also lost even more.

As a deity, even though one possesses near-eternal life and an indestructible form, the soul cannot remain permanently vibrant and will inevitably experience "wear and tear" through repeated experiences.

Experiencing too many joys and sorrows can sometimes cause one to lose the ability to love and be loved.

Samael looked around and found himself alone once again in this vast world. An unprecedented weariness washed over him.

Suddenly, he felt tired...

Take a nap.

Just a good night's sleep...