Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael casually wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, looked up at the crimson moon in the sky that seemed to echo the Moon King, and cursed inwardly.

At this moment, Zhu Yue, who had regained control of her body, saw the man in front of her who had suffered hidden injuries and was coughing up blood. She felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart, and guilt and wavering arose again. She subconsciously raised her hand, and the twitching muscles on her face pulled out an unnatural expression of concern.

"It seems she cares about you a lot..."

But soon, the Moon King swallowed the greeting that rose in his throat, his tone low, and then his gaze, which was fixed on the front of him, flickered and filled with a sinister aura.

"I hate this feeling, so you might as well just die!"

Subsequently, Zhu Yue sensed the resistance from her body, hesitated slightly, and then immediately withdrew, standing in mid-air above the dilapidated demonic city. She waved her hand to dispel the power suppressing the two ancestors and spoke coldly in a low voice.

“You, kill him, and I will forgive your overstepping and offense…”

Kill that person, and you'll live!

In an instant, under the overwhelming will and the joy of survival, the three Blood Ancestors who had escaped their predicament—"Predator Duke" Stanrob Coin, "Fuhailin" Anashu, and "Kingdom" Kromcre Petaschachcher—immediately ignited their blood energy and converged to kill their target on the cliff.

Chapter 71 Can you become stronger by lying down?

boom!

Under the combined attack of the three Blood Ancestors, a fierce etheric storm was stirred up from all directions, violent explosions rang out, towering cliffs were forcibly sheared down by hundreds of meters, and the billowing smoke and dust filled the sky and earth.

However, such a smooth and unimpeded advance did not bring any joy of victory to the three parties. Instead, their hearts sank and their faces became solemn.

Because of the strange obstruction ahead, the power they unleashed was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to advance an inch.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, a milky-white light barrier appeared before the three Blood Ancestors, its light and shadow flickering rhythmically as if it were breathing.

The figure standing in the light, eyes gently closed, stood quietly, its body like a jewel, unintentionally exuding an alluring sweetness.

Get him! Eat him!

In an instant, rampant greed and delusions sprouted and spread like wildfire within the consciousness of the three Blood Ancestors.

Come again!

The only blood progenitor with a human form, Chromcre Petascharch, raised his hands high, slipping them onto his right index finger. The Blood Ring, inscribed with intricate runes, emitted a dazzling crimson light. The magical city, suspended in mid-air, carrying intense heat generated by the friction with the air, hurtled towards the cliff like a falling meteor.

My city, my kingdom, bound by blood oath, shall be punished! —Kingdom Descends!

"Boom!"

At the same time, the land stretched out and rose, and blood-red thorny vines that had been lurking deep in the earth broke through the soil, piercing through the cliff beneath the man's feet and the fortress that had descended from the sky, attacking from both above and below.

"Roar!"

Immediately afterwards, the thick white mist in front coalesced into a distorted human face. The mouth, with its exaggeratedly wide opening and closing arc, emitted a shrill scream that shook the soul. Wherever the demonic sound passed, trees and rocks turned into dust one after another, their forms and vitality directly obliterated by this strange resonance.

Life is nothing but a deception; death is the starting point, not the end!

Faced with the overwhelming full-force attack from the three Blood Ancestors, the man slowly opened his eyes, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, awakening from an ancient slumber, and slightly raised his hand forward.

hum!

In an instant, on the almost transparent barrier, wedge-shaped divine patterns, runes, Ogan tree runes, linear letters, and other divine inscriptions that magicians sought but could not obtain appeared as if they were free commodities, casually adorning the barrier, numerous as stars, and combined in unrestrained and arbitrary ways.

An endless treasure trove of knowledge! The ultimate source of civilization!

Even if they glean only a sliver of wisdom from it, their mastery of magic will undergo a radical transformation, their power will rise several levels, and they will be one step closer to the truth!

In an instant, the thorns rustled, the white mist swayed violently, and the "Kingdom" Kromkre Petaschakcher's pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, showing the most intense reaction.

Of the three people present, none understood the value of these inscriptions better than him, and likewise, none understood their terrifying nature better than him!

"Snapped!"

The next moment, a crisp snap of fingers echoed in the ears of the three Blood Ancestors, and countless divine runes shot out from the light screen, falling from the sky like a meteor shower.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, Kromkre's proud kingdom fortress seemed to be bombarded by a barrage of heavy artillery. Magical barriers shattered one after another, sturdy workshops collapsed one after another, towers were toppled, and the ground was breached.

In just a few breaths, the magical fortress, with a diameter of over thirty kilometers and covered by space distortion magic, was transformed into a sieve riddled with holes. Its main body continuously collapsed and disintegrated, turning into fragmented debris in the blink of an eye, until it burned to ashes in the intensely rubbing air.

"Zi la..."

At the same time, shimmering runes passed through the white mist, like water droplets falling into a pot of oil, boiling violently, and the mist that gathered along the way showed honeycomb-like corroded gaps.

The remaining power surged through the breach, rampaging and expanding at a visible speed. The white mist rapidly shrank and evaporated, emitting a shrill scream like that of a rat. But no matter how it changed its form or how it charged left and right, it could not escape the cleansing of the thousands of runes.

"Squeak!"

Soon, the necromantic fog that had left the Holy Church helpless and which was estimated to take two hundred years to completely dissipate through natural degradation was actually evaporated by the overwhelming divine runes in just a few breaths, and was the first to meet its end, leaving not even a trace.

The thorny vines that snaked and intertwined in all directions were not spared either. Under the dense bombardment of runes, the land was brutally plowed over and over again.

All sorts of wildly growing, strangely shaped trees were either frozen into ice blocks, burned to charcoal, rotted by curses, or reduced to flying wood chips cut by air blades...

The blood-like plant sap stored within the tree bark sprayed wildly, turning into a rain of blood that nourished the scarred earth.

"Sucking blood, hunting your own kind, draining the earth's veins... you've tried every possible way to increase your power..."

Amidst the ruins of the fallen fortress and the drifting ashes of grass and trees, a tall figure strolled leisurely from the heart of the battlefield.

"Abusing life, disregarding morality, trampling on order... In pursuit of the so-called 'root' and the so-called 'eternity,' you abandon everything and constantly push the boundaries..."

The cross-shaped eyes, like petals splitting open, glanced at the Blood Ancestor who had lost his kingdom, and pondered silently.

That calm, undisturbed whisper was neither a condescending pronouncement nor a rebuke filled with likes and dislikes, but simply an extremely calm statement.

It's as if a human, seeing an ant crawl past their feet, makes a casual comment on a whim.

run!

In an instant, all my thoughts were filled with a single word.

However, no matter how frantically he tried to control his mind, his body couldn't move an inch.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't!

The once strong body now seems to be under the immense pressure of the ocean, with every muscle and nerve groaning in agony.

The once sharp mind seemed to have fallen into an endless purgatory, with every wisp of soul being scorched by hellfire, and consciousness gradually becoming chaotic and uncontrollable.

Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine power as deep as a prison!

An unprecedented sense of insignificance and powerlessness welled up in Kromcre Petaschakcher's heart.

This...monster!

The Blood Ancestor stood frozen in place, staring at the figure approaching step by step, and at the darkness spreading across his vision like thick ink. His teeth chattered, his face turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"But I was constantly thinking about how to suppress my own power..."

The dark figure stood before the Blood Ancestor, who seemed frozen in time like a sculpture, glanced at him, chuckled, and shook his head, appearing utterly disinterested.

"Because you are too fragile, life is too fragile, and so is this world..."

Samael casually removed the Blood Ring from Romkre Petaschakcher's hand and tossed it behind him.

The ring, imbued with the special power of the twenty-seven ancestors, landed in the palm of a sleeping blue-haired little girl with a graceful parabolic trajectory.

After stripping him of his equipment, the man seemed to be in a much better mood. He raised his hand and gently patted Blood Ancestor's shoulder, smiling and whispering.

"Alright, let me share some tips on getting stronger. In your next life, don't work so hard. When it's time to relax, just relax. That's how I got here..."

Having given his advice, the ancient serpent stepped forward, bypassing Romcre Petascharch.

Click...

In the instant the two figures crossed paths, the frozen sculpture seemed to be pierced by invisible threads of fate, splitting into evenly shaped fragments, and the whole suddenly cracked apart, scattering all over the ground.

Chapter 72 I'll be gentle, just bear with it (4.2k)

The three family members all perished one after another.

Zhu Yue, who witnessed all of this, remained unmoved and continued to observe coldly.

As Zhu Yue's chest rose and fell rhythmically, the spiritual particles that originally belonged to the three Blood Ancestors converged on Zhu Yue at the center of the vortex like a thousand rivers flowing into the sea, forming scarlet rings in mid-air.

Nourished by the ethereal light, Zhu Yue's power surged, her golden hair grew wildly to waist length, moving without wind, and her chilling aura was desolate and vast, like a deity descending to earth.

The acquisition of the five senses, the stability of consciousness, normal neural circuits, and a 98% synchronization rate with the simulated host—

Phew~ That's about it for now. Although it's a little restrictive, this sense of constraint is also quite comfortable. For now, I'll consider this container mine...

After a moment of silence, Zhu Yue slowly opened her eyes, stretched her limbs, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although those three guys were a bit inferior and stupid, they still managed to buy her some time, allowing her to suppress her strange reaction and adjust her physical condition as soon as possible.

Immediately, Zhu Yue, in high spirits, looked past the darkness with indifferent eyes and scrutinized the petite figure at the edge of the battlefield with amusement. She raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but become a little interested.

“They have given their lives for me, so what is your answer? My kin, my bloodline… Eltrauge…”

"I……"

Hei Ji's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously avoided the gaze from above, her expression shifting unpredictably. She tried to speak several times, but didn't know how to answer.

However, before Eltrauge could struggle, a dark figure appeared in front of her, blocking the light from the cold moon and bringing an indescribable sense of security.

It seems there's no need to make a choice.

Altruchi, sheltered in the darkness, breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body gradually relaxing under the invisible pressure.

"After all these years, you haven't made any progress, Altrudge. You're still just a little girl who hides behind others and cries all the time."

Zhu Yue shook her head and scoffed, immediately losing interest. She waved her hand impatiently and didn't look at the direct descendant again.

"Tsk, how boring."

Upon hearing this, Eltrauge's body trembled, her cherry lips pressed tightly together, her face pale, and her shoulders trembling slightly.

The once proud and cunning Princess of the Thousand-Year City now resembles a little girl who has made a mistake and is being punished by standing in the corner, clutching the hem of her skirt and at a loss, completely revealing the fragility and softness beneath her hard exterior.

This is her own creator, her own mother in a sense, but she has never received this woman's approval.

That was true before, and it is true now...

However, the soft whisper in her ear instantly broke Eltruchi's gloom.

"You go first, I'll handle things here."

Following that was the man's reassuring gaze as he turned back. Beneath the tattered clothing on his abdomen, although the skin had healed completely, a glaring scarlet stain remained around it.

In an instant, an answer uncontrollably surfaced in her mind, and Ertruki suddenly looked up and spoke.

"I can stay and help you!"

At the same time, Kurohime's stubborn gaze met the condescending scrutiny of her creator.

"Hmm? Altruchi, you actually want to stand on the opposite side of me? Fine! Very well!"

Upon hearing this rebellious declaration, Zhu Yue was taken aback at first, but then instead of being angry, she laughed and looked at the bloodline who had declared his rebellion against her with great interest, her lips curving into a pleased smile.

This way, it’s more interesting.

"Want to help? Sure..."

Samael paused briefly, turned back to look deeply at Eltruchi, chuckled and nodded, then continued on his way, his voice low.

"Then protect Ilesia well, and by the way, stand back..."

"Boom!"

As the figure ahead crossed the cliff, a series of muffled thunderous explosions rang out. Altruki, who was standing there in a daze, suddenly lost her footing, staggered, and almost fell.

The loss of balance and the whistling wind in her ears instantly brought Black Princess back to her senses. She hurriedly steadied herself by holding Arecia in her arms and looked down.

The high bank where they had stood had vanished. Amidst the continuous tremors, the aftershocks radiated in all directions, causing the land, stretching for nearly a hundred kilometers, to collapse and sink into bottomless abysses.

"You are too fragile, life is too fragile, and so is this world..."

At this moment, Eltrucci looked down at the vast, dark rift below and, recalling Samael's earlier exclamation, finally understood the meaning of those words.

The aftermath of a battle transformed a vast, undulating land, nearly a hundred kilometers in diameter, into a bottomless valley.

It's important to understand that the city of Paris, in its narrow sense, is only 105 square kilometers in area. If this kind of destructive power were applied to the real world, it would be equivalent to tearing the entire city of Paris apart seventy or eighty times!

In other words, without the spatial barrier constructed by the Fuhailin, one-eighth of the French mainland and its tens of millions of people would have ceased to exist just now.

However, even after causing such horrific destruction, the two figures standing in mid-air remained unmoved, simply gazing silently at each other.

In a daze, Eltrauge recalled the battle between the progenitor Zhu Yue and the gem von Zelrich a thousand years ago, which seemed to have only a result and no process.