Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"You were also drawn here by the strange occurrences, right? These are just some insignificant clues. If you're interested, I can personally show you something more valuable!"

The blonde girl thought for a moment, then nodded subconsciously, showing great interest in the suggestion.

Instantly, the surrounding priests felt the pressure ease, and a chill ran down their spines in the cold wind; their thick clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

The priest quietly waved his hand, dismissing the surrounding clergy.

Once his subordinates had left as if granted a pardon and the surrounding area had been cleared, the blond-haired, red-eyed man stepped forward, bowed slightly, and, trying to calm himself, smiled and spoke first.

"Please allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Michael Roya Fadanyan... May I ask how I should address you?"

The girl frowned in thought for a moment, then looked up with a bright smile, mimicking the other person's tone and format, and responded.

“Arquette…Arquette Brunstadt…”

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Chapter Twenty-Five: It's All the Snake's Fault!

At this moment, on Avalon Island, a black dragon coiled around, spreading its wings and casting a terrifying shadow that blotted out the sky. The proud Dragon Witch stood on the dragon's back, holding a small, white-furred puppy in her arms, frowning as she looked down at the figure standing in front of a strange, withered tree stump.

What's this guy up to?

The man stroked the texture of the tree trunk with his hand, as if reminiscing or deep in thought.

After a brief pause, his gaze hardened, as if he had made a decision. He slowly rose, his hands clenched in front of him, and a dazzling golden spear wheel materialized from nothingness, its power soaring into the sky and piercing through the layers of clouds above.

hum!

Meanwhile, just as the mysterious girl Arcueid, who appeared in Tifu, and the priest Roya began to investigate the scene, the earth trembled violently, the sky changed, and a mysterious rhythm spread from an unknown corner, passing through mountains, streams, snowfields, and valleys, echoing in all directions.

At the same time, a spiral-shaped light pattern pierced through the heavens and the earth, and specks of light flowed down to the earth from the vortex-like hole that had been opened in the sky.

It was as if a heavenly gate had been opened silently.

In an instant, the mysterious girl, who seemed to sense something, turned around and gazed into the distance. Her vast and boundless consciousness spread out like ripples on water. Her ruby-like eyes gleamed with a cold golden light, and her aura suddenly changed, causing a visible etheric storm to surge around her.

Priest Roya, who was the first to be hit, was struck as if by a heavy hammer. His chest caved in, his bones groaned from the unbearable pressure, the capillaries under his skin burst open, and puffs of blood mist erupted from all over his body. He looked like an ant that had been crushed by a boulder.

If the gaze of this mysterious girl when she was stopped was merely that of a dragon awakened, then the will that has descended now is a meteor that will destroy the heavens and the earth!

Its power is immeasurable! Its momentum is unstoppable!

found it!

Arcueid's dark gold eyes, adorned with intricate patterns, locked onto a certain spot. Then, like a cannonball, it charged forward, creating a sharp, explosive sound that shattered the sound barrier. It transformed into a golden meteor, streaking across the sky and hurtling towards the place bathed in light.

As the mysterious girl passed away, Luo Ya, having withstood the pressure and regained his senses, raised his hand to wipe away the crimson blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth. A brief moment of lingering fear appeared in his eyes, which was then overwhelmed by a surge of fervor and desire.

Power! Unparalleled power! It is the authority to touch eternity and the source!

The young priest immediately suppressed his surging bloodlust, transforming into a streak of black and red lightning that followed closely behind.

The ripples, whose origin is unknown, are like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating waves all over the world.

Clock Tower, outside London.

"A level 6 tremor was felt in the [Mining City]! The ether concentration in the [Great Magic Circuit] surged by 27%, 28%, and 29%!"

"[Ancient Heart] The Earth's veins are abnormally activated! [Observatory] The Carleon's observation parameters are chaotic!"

"The Fairy Realm is showing an upward trend, and the space is exhibiting visible distortion!"

The report from Abion of the Spirit Tomb immediately caused a series of shocks within the academy. Magicians from the most affected disciplines, such as the Conjuration Department, Celestial Department, Curse Department, Archaeology Department, and Mineral Department, all gathered at the main building to inquire about the news.

The group was in a hurry, and although they remained silent due to their differing stances and factions, they all saw a certain answer in each other's eyes.

The world is undergoing an unprecedented transformation!

Whoever seizes this opportunity may rise to the top of the clock tower in the next round of power reshuffling.

France, on the banks of the Rhône River.

"Splash..."

Accompanied by the crisp splashing sound of water, a woman with long purple hair, her thin swimsuit barely able to contain her voluptuous figure, rose from the clear river water.

Then, this girl, who seemed like a fairy in the water, nimbly cleaved through the waves like a fish, quickly leaped onto the shore, picked up her clothes, and gazed wistfully at a certain point on the distant horizon. A hint of excitement and emotion appeared in her azure eyes.

Finally, it's here...

The purple-haired girl clasped her hands together in front of her chest and bowed her head in prayer.

"Let's go, Tarask, it seems we have serious business to attend to!"

Following her graceful figure by the water, she began to pass through the magically constructed mist barrier, pursing her lips and humming softly. Behind her, the river seemed to boil, its waves surging.

boom!

With a heavy thud, a colossal creature resembling a lizard, with purple skin and white fur, covered in scales and rock-like spikes, leaped out of the riverbed, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

West Asia, with its endless yellow sands, forms a desolate and barren backdrop.

At this moment, a series of rumbling sounds coming from beneath the rock strata shattered the silence, and golden sand and gravel vibrated and swirled up.

Inside the desolate stone chamber covered by yellow sand, streaks of colorful light flowed from the depths of the ancient cave, flickering like the pulsating rhythm of a heart.

After traversing the winding caverns and arriving at a spacious and magnificent area, one can find a petite figure curled up on a large stone bed in the center of an underground palace piled high with gold and jewels. The star-shaped patterns on her skin flicker erratically.

As the mountain of gold and jewels collapsed, nine ribbon-like tails stretched out in all directions. A giant beast with a white face and golden fur yawned and lazily lay on the luxurious treasure. Its fox-like eyes, as bright as peach blossoms, blinked with a smile, and its pink tongue licked its lips casually as it looked with amusement at the petite figure that seemed to be reviving under the light screen.

Are you waking up?

Migu!

An unconscious verbal tic caused the white-faced, golden-haired behemoth to freeze, its expression turning resentful as it gazed at the distant horizon.

In Northern Europe, amidst golden wheat fields, shimmering waves of wheat ripple in the gentle breeze, the heavy ears of grain colliding and rubbing against each other, creating a symphony of ripeness.

hum...

Under an invisible ethereal fluctuation, specks of light escaped from the ears of wheat and the soil, quietly coalescing into the outline of a canine creature between the ridges of the field.

Hmm, that familiar taste...

Amidst mumbled murmurs, the figure, just waking from a deep sleep, stood up from the wheat field, yawning. Then, it sniffed, its amber eyes looking in a certain direction, gleaming with a quiet pleasure.

Hmm, the smell of snake!

In Germany, nestled in the snow-covered Black Forest, stands a majestic ancient castle.

A silver-haired, red-eyed girl, wearing over-the-knee boots, a white fur coat, and a Cossack hat, stood quietly atop the castle wall, cupping a falling snowflake in her hand and observing it with great interest as it slowly melted in her palm.

That beauty and tranquility, like the spirits of wind and snow, attracted a curious magpie to land lightly in the girl's palm, chirping and singing.

Tweet!

Suddenly, the snow in the forest began to fall in a flurry. The magpie in her palm, startled by something, instinctively shrank its head and nestled into the girl's arms, chirping softly.

The silver-haired, red-eyed girl combed the feathers of the magpie to comfort it, and as if sensing something, she looked up at the gradually fading vortex outline in the sky, a hint of pleasure curving her lips.

It seems the plan can begin.

Hmm, I'm already starting to look forward to our next meeting, Father.

A wicked smile spread across the silver-haired, red-eyed girl's face. Crimson magic surged forth, and the elusive sparrow in her palm, oblivious to the approaching danger, instantly evaporated and melted away, leaving only two feathers that drifted down with the wind to the snow outside the castle.

As the girl turned to stand, figures with cold, blank expressions, dressed in white nun's habit, wielding axes, swords, spears, and looking remarkably similar to her, stood guard on either side of her like puppets receiving a command, and descended the high wall in an orderly fashion.

Meanwhile, in an unnamed place.

This is a demonic realm where shadows roam everywhere.

This is a dark place where sunlight will never penetrate.

In the land of the dead, shrouded by seven walls.

Within the abyss beyond the world, atop a cold throne, a purple-haired woman wielding a thorny spear slowly opened her dark eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Doesn't do anything human! (4.3k)

Time flies, a century has passed in a flash.

The world underwent a dramatic transformation. Science and humanities flourished, mysteries and legends were deciphered, and humanity's conquest of nature clipped the wings of angels. Rules and standards shattered all secrets, banishing ghosts from the sky and gnomes from their caves.

The Chains of Heaven, Heroes of the Argonauts, Ragnarok, King Arthur and the Holy Grail, the Crimson Saint... These stories, once written down, have become faded lines of text.

However, this wind of change cannot dispel all the fog.

Blackmore Village, Wales, UK.

As the night fades, the first rays of dawn pierce through the clouds, illuminating the world and awakening the slumbering earth.

The villagers got up one after another, and wisps of smoke rose from each household. After enjoying a delicious meal, people went out as usual, bowed their heads and closed their eyes to pray a few times in front of the animal skull decorations in their homes and the talisman hanging at their door, before starting their work as usual.

Due to the wear and tear of time, many of the patterns on those animal skulls and runes have become blurred, and even their specific meanings have gradually been forgotten.

But some things were ultimately etched into that ancient heritage.

According to the teachings of their ancestors, they still remember that they are descendants of druids, the last of the Celts, and that the blood of the red dragon flows in their veins.

However, these things have become insignificant when it comes to making a living.

In recent years, even traditionally closed and conservative villages have chosen to open up for the sake of everyone's livelihood, and have even developed Druid culture into a gimmick to attract tourists from other places.

The person who convinced the old-fashioned village chief to change his mind lived in a castle on the hillside.

"In the castle on the hillside lived a group of strange people."

If every place has its own ghost stories, then this is probably the version they've heard since childhood.

But, is he a weirdo?

The laborers, as was their habit, looked up at the ancient castle standing atop the hill and couldn't help but shake their heads.

At the same time, the sun fully rose above the horizon, and dappled golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the castle's stained-glass windows into the deep corridors, bringing a touch of light to a dim bedroom.

On the soft pine bed, a humanoid creature with flowing black hair was wrapped in a velvet quilt, curled up in an incredibly flexible ball, hugging a pillow and fast asleep.

Meanwhile, the restless sleeper had his eyes closed, a strange smile on his face, his hands clasped haphazardly, and he was muttering to himself.

"Mother Goddess... Ereshkigal... come and touch me..."

"Themis...did you hand in your homework today...? Come here and let the teacher give you some extra lessons..."

"Boss... don't tear it... I'll take it off myself..."

"Athena, you brat... and Anna... which of you two drugged me...? No! I... Waaah..."

"Master... Skadi... you changed your clothes again?"

"Sister Wang... Lily, everything's done. I finally managed to get those little ones to sleep. Come and give me a compliment and a kiss..."

"Hmm, Lily, that's strange, why do you have so much hair on your face?"

Just as the man was immersed in some indescribable dream, the strange touch on his face made him frown and mutter to himself.

"Clap clap..."

At the same time, a crisp slapping sound came from that close, affectionate cheek, followed by a low, terrified growl from the animalistic eyes.

"Fuu... Fuu!"

The beautiful dream was shattered; her drooping eyelids struggled to open a tiny crack, and her long, serpentine pupils looked in the direction of the sound.

There, a white canine creature with drool on its fur was flailing its paws, staring at you with wide, innocent purple eyes.

"Fufu, how many times have I told you, if you need anything, go to them. Don't come to my bed at night!"

The man stared at the little creature thrashing about in his arms for a few seconds, then realized what he meant and threw it off the bed with a look of disgust.

"Or, at least you should be a human being..."

The guy who wanted to stay in bed rolled over, buried his head in the pillow again, and muttered to himself.

Upon hearing these beastly words, the white beast's fur stood on end. Sensing a strong warning, it instinctively jumped away, not daring to approach the area that was synonymous with danger for a moment.

The man, who had huddled under the covers, stretched out a hand and waved it weakly, humming softly as he tried to shoo it away.

"Go, go play with them, I want to sleep more..."

"boom!"

However, before the man could finish speaking, accompanied by a dull thud, the exquisitely carved purple coral wood door shattered into pieces.