Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, now, his two arch-enemies have come together to fight him because of his intervention.

In addition, more changes have occurred in Misaki City, with the alliance between the four exorcising families, who were not originally closely related, and the Tohno family being the most obvious example.

Therefore, the first cause that sets the wheel of fate in motion is destined to be restless wherever it goes, and the road ahead is always full of surprises.

Faced with the undeniable facts, the snake was speechless at its own cursed constitution.

Whoosh whoosh!

As Samael's thoughts wandered, light patterns flickered in the dense forest, accompanied by dry divine incantations echoing in his ears. Dozens of spell bullets shot out from the six-pointed star arrays that converged around him, bombarding the fleeing men and women on the field.

The exorcism hymns of the Wu Jing family...

Samael held onto Kuonji Yuzu tightly with one arm, his face darkening as he looked at the shadowy figures of several shrine maidens in the woods. He quickly withdrew.

However, before the ancient snake could escape the blast radius, the ground beneath its feet shook.

"Fizz!"

Accompanied by a low hiss, a monster with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a spider, standing two meters tall, burst out of the ground, spraying snow-white spider silk densely from its abdomen toward Samael.

Jorogumo, a shikigami of the Asakami family...

Upon seeing this, the ancient snake's face darkened even further.

However, relying on his rich combat experience, Samael reached into his trench coat with one hand and unleashed two high-explosive grenades engraved with flame-shaped runes. The intense bursts of light instantly melted the spider web and burned the mother spider, which easily attracted fire, causing it to hiss and dart about.

besides?

Hearing the chilling rustling sounds coming from the woods, Samael's lips twitched slightly. He decisively lifted his shirt and threw out dozens of spell grenades in a flurry of motion.

Instantly, a series of booming sounds echoed through the dense forest. Several shikigami that charged ahead were blasted into dust, turning into dissipated spiritual particles and returning to nothingness. Along with them, several exorcists from the Asakami family suffered a severe backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing weakly to the ground.

At that moment, taking advantage of the shockwave and dust from the explosion, Samael decisively created distance. While retreating, he wielded two weapons with one hand and unleashed a barrage of fire at the things rushing out of the mist, physically exorcising those shikigami that were about to come into close contact with him.

On the helicopter, looking down at the dense forest below, where explosions were constantly occurring like those on a Middle Eastern battlefield, even the usually calm and composed Tono Shinji's eyelids twitched, and he cursed inwardly.

What the hell is this monster?!

He was a master of hand-to-hand combat, single-handedly defeating the two strongest fighters of the Tono family and the Nanaya clan; he was also covered in firearms, making him a veritable mobile arsenal, even using submachine guns and high-explosive grenades, almost driving these exorcists, who adhered to tradition and had only ever seen real weapons in gang conflicts and movies, crazy.

This thing is still the best.

In the mist, Samael, who had just ambushed the enemy and was fleeing in panic, glanced with satisfaction at the shiny black MP5 in his hand.

I have to say, buying Natalia's safe house, although the price was a bit steep, was definitely worth it.

As a base for professional bounty hunters, it naturally contains not only the necessary passports and a lot of money, but also plenty of weapons.

According to Japanese law, many of the items inside are illegal.

In an era when police were only equipped with a single left-handed pistol, carrying these items would have been enough to take down the entire Misaki City government.

Previously, he had no use for these firearms, but considering the current lack of long-range countermeasures, Samael, in the spirit of being prepared, packed himself with grenades, guns, and the like before going out.

The gunfire has stopped?

On the outskirts of the dense forest, the exorcists, who had been pinned down and unable to lift their heads, heard the explosions stop, their eyes met, and their faces lit up with joy.

Let's teach this bastard a lesson!

Frustrated, the exorcists gritted their teeth and organized a counterattack. The Nanaya clan, skilled in close combat and assassination, led the charge into the dense forest, advancing aggressively.

"Snapped!"

However, after walking only a few steps, as they passed a bush, a soft snapping sound suddenly rang out. A half-blood from the Tono family looked down in astonishment at the broken cotton thread on the branch in front of him, his face full of confusion.

Damn! A booby trap!

At that moment, the people traveling with him looked at the several grenades hidden under the leaves in front of them, their pins being pulled out by the cotton threads that were strung together, and sliding down to the ground. Their expressions changed drastically, and they revealed eyes filled with grief and indignation that made them want to kill.

boom! boom! boom!

Moments later, an explosion roared, and dust billowed.

Having anticipated this, Samael hid behind a tree, calmly changing the spell magazine with one hand, preparing for the next round of combat.

Mystery has evolved over thousands of years, and it's not so easy to take down a prepared magician with small to medium-sized firearms.

He didn't expect the weapons he carried to wipe out all the pursuers; just slowing them down and getting rid of this trouble would be enough.

So, next...

laugh!

Just as Samael was loading his gun and turning to retreat, a flash of white light streaked across the room with a graceful arc, swift as lightning.

Click!

With a crisp metallic snapping sound, Gu She, who had pulled back several meters, frowned slightly as he looked at the MP5 broken in two in his hand and the smooth, mirror-like cut at the front. He then threw down the broken half of the gun, raised his eyes to look at the person who had come into the night, his gaze flickering eerily.

Iaido - Kuji Kensei, a sword technique passed down for centuries by the Ryougi family.

An elderly woman dressed in a kimono, wearing wooden clogs, and sporting a shaved head, slowly sheathed her sword with rhythmic breaths, gathering her strength once more.

That hidden sharpness actually caused a slight stinging sensation between Samael's brows.

As expected, among the four families that exorcise demons, the Liangyi family, which has some connection with the root of evil, has the most profound foundation and is also the most dangerous lineage.

However, if the person opposite him really was the grandfather of that cute but fierce little girl in the collection room, shouldn't he be imprisoned in the basement at this moment because of the torment of his dual personality?

Just as the ancient serpent was racking its brains, the old man opposite him leaned to the side, placed his five fingers on the hilt of his knife, and at the same time roared like thunder.

Iaijutsu—Moon of Ignorance!

In an instant, a sharp glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and the white mist he exhaled transformed into a shaped arrow of air. His chest moved rhythmically in coordination with the movement of his muscles, and his frail body burst forth with incredible speed and power. With each breath, he leaped forward, the chilling blade light shining like mercury on the moon, penetrating every crevice.

Sensing the chill on his skin, Samael grabbed the Kuonji Yuju and decisively retreated, simultaneously throwing three grenades to disrupt the Ryougi old man's advance.

Little trick!

Faced with three black metal spheres flying in a triangular formation, the old man flicked his wrist, deflecting the two grenades at the front with the back of his knife. His aged body continued to advance at an undiminished speed amidst the firelight of the explosions on both sides.

However, as the old man tried to use the same trick again, preparing to turn the last grenade, the blade just touched the grenade and exploded at close range with a loud bang and a blazing flash.

Besides throwing it immediately, you can also hold the grenade in your hand for a few seconds to delay the explosion.

Samael looked at the disheveled old man, dressed in rags and busy extinguishing the sparks in his hair and beard, smiled with narrowed eyes, and threw the object again with malicious intent.

Having learned from past mistakes, the old man dared not confront the attack head-on and instinctively withdrew and stepped back.

However, with three dull thuds as the old man looked at the three round stones scattered at his feet, his lips twitched violently, and his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

By the time he regained his senses and looked up, the thief had already led his accomplices deep into the dense forest.

Obviously, no matter how strong a person's physique is, there are limitations on the weapons and ammunition they can carry in order to avoid attracting attention.

The thing they were hiding on their person has probably been used up after all this time.

What a cunning little thief, completely lacking the spirit of a samurai!

Realizing he had been tricked, the old man cursed under his breath. His face turned ashen, and he quickened his pace, trying to close the distance.

"Snapped!"

However, as he rushed into the dense forest, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when the soft sound of a thin thread snapping reached his ears. The old man stared at the broken hair tie at his feet and the two grenades that had rolled down from behind the rocks to his side, his face stiff.

"Boom!"

At that moment, Samael, who was rushing through the forest, heard the noise, paused slightly, looked back at the wood chips and dust waves that were rising high behind him, and his smile widened.

What is real can be made to appear unreal, and what is unreal can be made to appear real.

It seems you haven't heard the saying: those who play tactics are all dirty-minded.

As the furious shouts and curses, mixed with coughs, came from behind, Samael looked down at the empty lining of his trench coat, feeling somewhat helpless.

Now, there really is no stock left.

But a moment later, that sinister gaze fell on a few exposed threads at the torn cuff, and his face was full of ill intent.

He's out of grenades, but... he has plenty of cotton thread!

In short, if we keep chasing, we can still escape.

Chapter 94 Arcueid, come out and take responsibility for me! (4.8k views)

In the dense forest, just as Samael was pondering his next move, a weak whimper came from his back. Kuonji Yuju, who was being tossed around, slowly woke up, her face as pale as paper.

"Be patient..."

The ancient snake whispered words of comfort, then gently placed Kuonji Yuzu behind a tree. It drew its tactical dagger from its waist, aimed it at its left palm, and prepared to use the healing power in its blood to continue suppressing the remaining death energy within Kuonji Yuzu's body.

However, just as Samael cut his palm and fed the blood to Kuonji Yuzu, he suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately pounced on the dazed witch, rolling on the ground.

Click!

The moment the two retreated, a crisp snapping sound rang out. Before their eyes, the ancient tree where they had been hiding had broken into several pieces. In the moonlight, several sharp, transparent threads came into view.

Almost at the same time that Samael reacted, a sharp explosion came from behind him, and the strong wind pressure made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

In desperation, the ancient snake had no choice but to push the Kuonji Yuju in its arms aside. In the instant it used the momentum to stand up, it didn't look back and swung its left arm out to strike.

boom!

A violent explosion caused a chaotic airflow, and amidst the billowing dust, a figure slid backward rapidly, crashing through four or five ancient trees before finally coming to a stop.

The aftershocks of the battle were several times stronger than before.

This time, however, it was he who stepped back…

"After following me for so long, you finally couldn't hold back anymore..."

Samael casually wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his vertical pupils opening and closing as he gazed intently at the graceful figure with brown hair and orange eyes, wearing a white coat, emerging from the smoke and dust.

"You knew I was here all along?"

The family doctor glanced at the man's nonchalant expression, then looked back at the dense forest behind him, seemingly lost in thought, before speaking with a smile.

"Oh, I see. You were walking those puppies behind you, keeping a distance that wasn't too far but not too close, just to shield yourself. How clever of you."

"Half and half."

Samael looked at that languid yet elegant face, spread his hands, and helplessly confessed, lamenting his bad luck.

Arakane, the seemingly ordinary family doctor at the Tono residence, is actually the most troublesome figure among the pursuers.

Because she is no ordinary person, but a [ancestor] hidden in Misaki City.

"Strength isn't just about physical strength, it also includes wisdom. Hmm, you've done very well. I like intelligent minds. How about becoming my familiar? If you agree, I'll help you deal with them."

A-Liang-Jun-Ning-Zi lifted her smooth chin with one hand, leaned forward, and looked at the man in front of her with satisfaction. She smiled and offered her suggestion, betraying her teammates behind her without hesitation.

And on that face, brimming with excitement, lay a beautiful vision, and he murmured with certainty.

"Well, I have a feeling you will be my most perfect collection!"

Arakuniko's name comes from Ararchne, a character in Greek and Roman mythology. Legend has it that Ararchne was skilled in weaving and challenged Minerva (Athena) to a weaving contest. After losing, she committed suicide. To save her, Minerva revived her body as a spider.

Eventually, she transformed into a monster with the upper body of a woman and the lower body of a spider, possessing eight legs like a spider, and living within a giant spider web, constantly weaving cloth.

This "ancestor" is indeed somewhat similar to a spider in temperament. She likes to hide in the shadows, weaving the web of fate, and admiring all kinds of life struggling in the web.

At the same time, she also admired wisdom and was an anomaly among the Blood Ancestors, who loved learning and research.

As far as Samael knew, this woman, in the process of integrating into human society, not only obtained doctoral degrees in medicine and architecture, but also devoted herself to deeper exploration.

"Thank you for your kindness, but this is too sudden."

Samael glanced at the pair of glaring weapons hidden inside the open white coat, swallowed hard, and coughed dryly as he answered.

"How about giving me ten minutes to think about it?"

"Trying to stall for time? But I'm losing patience."

But this Blood Ancestor was not stupid. He saw through the delaying tactic on the spot and walked towards Samael with a smile. Transparent threads formed from magic spread between his five fingers.

However, just as the two sides were about to clash, Arakaji stopped and frowned as she looked around.

Suddenly, a thick white fog began to rise from the woods.

"Wander Snatch!"

At that moment, Kuonji Yuju, who was half asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, opened her suitcase, and shouted.

"Wang Woo!"