Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Light and darkness share the same origin; good and evil are one.

He is a god, and also a demon.

He is the ruler of Heaven and the king of Hell.

He is the serpent who gave original sin, and also the lamb who cleanses sin.

Therefore, this piece of flesh and blood can either bestow blessings upon these people and eliminate their calamities and diseases, or it can awaken their bestial nature, making them even more frenzied, like the hunting dog in the alley.

The exorcists and hybrids from the four exorcist families and the Tohno residence had repeatedly consumed his diluted blood, either to suppress their own reversals or to enhance their own power.

Now, the sudden burst of divine power caused the power accumulated within them to resonate, causing them to lose control on the spot.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. He who fights with wild beasts should be careful not to become one himself. And when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

A panacea, if taken in the wrong dosage, can become a deadly poison.

Those who want to steal the divine power of the Holy Communion must inevitably take corresponding risks.

Seriously, he brought it on himself!

"when!"

Just as the battle between angels and demons for the flesh and blood of God was about to erupt, the figure sitting at the piano pressed down with all ten fingers, and the high-pitched notes resounded through the vast emptiness, forming visible golden ripples of sound.

puff!puff!

In an instant, the ethereal Gate of Heaven above and the reversed tide of magic in the earth's veins twisted and shattered in the golden ripples, returning to nothingness.

hum!hum!hum!hum!

At the same time, terrifying tremors and buzzing, spreading with the ripples, exploded in the minds of numerous angels and demons. One after another, figures with chaotic and empty eyes, like flies stunned by electric shock, fell to the ground with a rustling sound. The scene was chaotic and deathly silent.

When the notes stopped, the figure in front of the piano yawned, casually got up, and walked aimlessly through the group of fallen angels and demons, strolling leisurely towards the high platform.

In an instant, Wen Bingyongli, who was standing in front of the stage, saw this wonderful performance forcibly cut off. Her pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of alarm rose in her heart. She immediately roared and clawed at the right wrist of the saint on the altar.

"Protect the Holy Body, stop him!"

At this moment, Liz Baifer, Father Dawn, and others, who were physically strong and had little thirst for the Holy Sacrament and Holy Blood, shook their heads and were the first to regain their senses. Upon hearing the urgent cries for help, they instinctively got up from the ground.

"Stop!"

When the group saw the sinister figure approaching the platform, almost within arm's reach of the priestess Wen Bingyongli, who was protecting the sacred body, they rushed forward hastily.

“Gamaliel!”

Liz Byfie, the Shield Knight, charged forward, silently chanting a command. The violin-shaped metal box in her hand swung forward during her charge, transforming into a spear-shield that resembled an impenetrable iron wall, piercing towards her attacker.

“Gammari – ‘The Glory of the Law,’ since his passing, the glory of the Law has also vanished…”

Samael raised an eyebrow and began to recite with great interest.

"So, you're using... a religious variant of law—precepts? And the foundation is—the Ten Commandments of Moses?"

In an instant, under the scrutiny of those dark, serpentine vertical pupils, Liz Byfi, who had been lunging forward, felt as if she had been stripped naked, with no secrets left. She froze, her face frozen.

Her weapon is a violin-shaped gun and shield – the conceptual weapon, the official outer code Gamaliel, an anti-vampire weapon with "annihilation" as its pure concept.

The name Gamaliel comes from a wise man in the New Testament. He was a Pharisee, a respected teacher of the law, a forerunner of the law, and the teacher of St. Paul.

The magic Liz Baife used was the power of discipline, which is why she was given the title of "Mediator of Music and Law".

However, as a life-saving skill that one relies on for survival, it is a secret known only to a few even within the Holy Church.

However, the person in front of me, just from her simple name, was able to glean a glimpse of her entirety, understanding her combat skills to an outrageous degree, and her erudition was terrifying.

Liz Byfi was on high alert. Her ether surged within her, and the gun and shield in her hands, empowered by the Ten Commandments of Moses, radiated golden light. With a weight of several tons and carrying terrifying wind pressure, she slammed them down on the man in front of her, going all out from the start.

Faced with the overwhelming barrage of guns and shields, the man remained unmoved, slowly raising a finger and placing it against the tip of the gun. No matter how hard Liz Byfe exerted her strength, she could not make an inch forward, as if an ignorant child were wrestling with a dragon.

The runic precepts on the gun and shield shattered and dissipated one after another before they even touched the target's body.

"Crack!"

As the man moved, the majestic golden fortress constructed by the Shield Knight collapsed instantly, and she herself collapsed to the ground, pale-faced and unable to move an inch.

"Moses' commandments don't apply to me..."

The moment the two figures crossed paths, a meaningful murmur echoed in Liz Byfie's ears.

hiss!

Immediately afterwards, Father Dawn, a burly priest with dark brown skin, gasped and his face changed drastically when he saw that even the most resilient Shield Knight had been defeated in one move.

“Lord, rise up and scatter his enemies! Let those who hate him flee from his presence.”

The burial agent hastily stopped his forward momentum, jumped back to create distance, and sang a hymn as several black keys, transformed from pages of the Bible, shot out with a flick of his wrist.

when!when!when!when!

However, accompanied by the piercing clang of metal, the black keys that had struck the target turned back into Bible pages, falling limply to the ground.

Damn it!

The unexpected scene made Father Dawn's eyes bulge. He retreated in horror, his singing becoming more urgent. At the same time, he pulled an Uzi submachine gun from his trench coat and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"They were driven away, scattered like smoke in the wind!"

With the blessing of the holy words, the bullets, now tinged with gold, whistled as they hurtled towards the approaching figure.

In an instant, a hail of bullets struck the man's forehead, eyes, throat, heart, and other vital areas, each one hitting a critical spot.

But it still didn't work!

The bullets and black keys fired at the target not only failed to graze the opponent's skin, but also failed to slow down the opponent's progress.

"The wicked perish upon seeing the face of God, like wax melted by fire...melted...melted..."

Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds, the chanting abruptly stopped. The burly priest stared in disbelief at the figure standing before him, whose clothes were perfectly wrinkle-free, his tongue stammering like a startled quail.

"Finished?"

The man raised his hand to brush off the scraps of paper that had splattered on his chest, glanced at the Uzi submachine gun pressed against his chest, and didn't care at all; he even felt a little amused.

"You...Pfft!"

In an instant, Father Dawn, who had retreated to the corner, had a rapidly changing expression. The Uzi submachine gun in his hand seemed to be shaken by a huge force and flew high into the air. At the same time, the exorcist was struck as if by lightning, blood spilling from his mouth, and he fell heavily backward.

Samael paused for a moment, rolled his eyes, and stepped over the wounded man who had fallen to the ground.

As the ancient snake raised its foot, one of its thick arms, which was positioned at the foothold, wisely curled inward.

You are truly devout, Father.

Upon seeing this, Samael couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly again.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Just as the ancient serpent's emotions began to waver, Calabre Frampton on both sides activated his Mystic Eyes, Sesshouin Kiara formed the Vajra Kaiji Fist Mudra, and the swordsman Bezhe thrust his Dragon Bone Sword forward.

"Holy! Holy!"

At the same time, several "angels," including Mario, with empty, blazing white eyes, spread out wings of light and stood guard above the Holy Body, converging light spears in their hands and throwing them at the robbers.

Not far away, several mixed-race exorcists, their eyes reddening again, also began to stir.

Faced with a barrage of fire like a meteor shower, the figure in the center of the attack narrowed his eyes, raised his foot and stomped hard, unleashing a luminous ether storm that swept across the surroundings and engulfed everything.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Instantly, the attackers were mercilessly slammed to the ground, unable to rise again.

"laugh!"

The instant the ancient serpent lowered its hand, a masterful, sharp blade of light pierced through the curtain and aimed at the man's heart.

Got it!

As she felt that familiar slicing sensation on the blade, Wen Bingyongli smiled, a pleased expression spreading across her face.

Chapter 113 Pleasure, oh, such pleasure! (4.2k)

"So this is how you killed your own mentor?"

However, as the soft murmur echoed in Wenbing Yongli's ears, she felt a sharp blade tip being lifted by two fingers, creating a resistance.

A pair of jet-black, snake-like vertical pupils sized up the wicked priest before him, who was manipulating the four forces in Misaki City, including the Holy Church, the Magic Association, the four exorcism families, and the demon hybrids, and was stirring up trouble. Gradually, the priest lost interest.

"You keep proclaiming your reverence for and love of God, but in the end, it's nothing more than using God's name to commit sins and satisfy your own selfish desires. Aren't you afraid that your God will find out about these things?"

The whispers in her ear and the deep gaze made the dazed Wen Bingyongli feel as if she were being pricked by thorns. She was jolted awake and hurriedly drew her knife, retreating backward. At the same time, her face changed drastically, and she roared at the nearby members of the Holy Church.

"What are you waiting for! The villains who disrupted the ceremony and plotted to steal the Holy Communion are right here!"

Immediately, the group of priests who had been forced to retreat gritted their teeth, struggled to their feet, and rushed to the front of the stage, intending to intercept the culprits of the scene.

Boom!

However, the knights who were the first to respond to the call to protect the faith below the platform had not even taken a few steps before their bodies stiffened, they mechanically turned around, formed a human wall side by side, and shakily threw punches at their companions who had arrived later, engaging in a melee.

The knights stared intently and were shocked to see transparent threads binding the limbs of these people, turning them into puppets in the hands of unknown astray.

Hidden in the shadows, Ara-kuninoko's ten fingers danced and intertwined, teasing the prey on the spider web, as if weaving an amusing ballroom dance.

Chi Chi!

The agent on one side immediately chanted a poem, and several black keys materialized in his hands shot towards the transparent threads, intending to sever this invisible control.

Dang Dang!

But then, one after another, precision-guided magma bullets and lifelike, luminous robins flew over the choir stands, shooting down all the disruptive black keys.

Kuonji Yuzu and Aozaki Touko, who made their moves at the same time, exchanged a glance, their eyes sparking an invisible flame as they secretly began to compete.

The two magicians unleashed a barrage of spells, targeting the advancing agents and knights of the church. The church members, already weakened from their conversion, were left jumping around in agony.

Meanwhile, as light and shadow flickered, the church's elite, on whom Wen Bingyongli had placed high hopes, also encountered their respective adversaries.

Eltrauge took the lead, blocking [Sword Monk] Bezhe, [Priest] Andre Godbyback, and the two priests, Mr. Dawn and Calabre Frampton, easily suppressing the four.

Arcueid stood before Bishop Mario and the numerous clergy who were still in their angelic state, and with one hand outstretched, he unleashed the divine power inherited from the Crimson Moon, like a demon in hell.

Meanwhile, the seemingly harmless Fou and the equally seemingly harmless Sesshouin Kiara are drawn to each other, glaring at each other in a corner, forming a delicate balance.

The faint bestial aura emanating from the two creatures caused the nearby exorcists and a group of mixed-race individuals to tremble with fear, driven by their biological instincts, and dare not make a move.

Just as the fight below the stage was in full swing, Samael on the stage felt a sudden gust of wind behind his head and raised one hand without turning his head.

"boom!"

With a muffled explosion, a fierce gust of wind swept around, and the fair, slender fingers effortlessly slammed the giant shield that was hurtling towards them, along with Liz Byfie behind her, into the ground.

"The Lord is my strength, my song, and my salvation. This is my God, and I praise Him!"

Instantly, the fortress saintess, known for her defense, felt the pressure increase dramatically. She immediately gritted her teeth, veins bulging on her forehead, and began to sing the hymn of praise to Moses, attempting to use the sacred words to resist this almost invincible force.

It's somewhat ironic to praise Jehovah in the name of Moses.

"You can't distinguish right from wrong, good from evil. If Moses hadn't died, you would have driven him to his death with anger!"

Samael shook his head, rolled his eyes slightly, turned to look at Wen Bingyongli who was quietly retreating towards the outside of the large void, grinned maliciously, and sneered.

"Watch closely, let me teach you how to use the precepts!"

As that sinister gaze fell upon her again, Wenbing Yongli felt a chill run down her spine. Instinctively, she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, adopting an iaido stance to gather all her strength.

The sixth commandment is: "You shall not murder."

However, Samael, who was standing far away, simply raised his free left hand and murmured something under his breath.

"Chi chi chi!"

In an instant, the short sword in Wen Bingyongli's hand shattered inch by inch without warning. The flying metal fragments, amplified dozens of times with malice, shot through the air, leaving bloody marks on the swordsman's body, mercilessly severing the tendons in his hands, rendering him incapable of fighting again.

With his arms hanging limply at his sides and blood gushing from his wounds, the wicked priest looked on in horror and immediately backed away, glancing left and right, trying to ask for help.

"Stop this heretic..."

The ninth commandment is: "You shall not speak falsely that would harm your neighbor."

However, as the second commandment was uttered, no matter how much Wen Bingyongli opened and closed her lips, she could not utter a sound.

This...monster!

The wicked priest clutched his silently vibrating throat, his face filled with disbelief.