Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"You're trying to pin the blame on me for what you did. Tsk, do you even know that the people who made me take the fall are basically long gone?"

Samael glanced at Wen Bingyongli, a cold smile playing on his lips.

run!

Instantly realizing that something was terribly wrong, Wen Bingyongli immediately grabbed the right wrist of the saint on the high platform and stumbled into the area where the four exorcising families and the half-bloods were huddled, intending to divert the trouble and take the opportunity to escape.

Although the strange phenomena in the earth's veins and sky have been brutally suppressed by the person on the high platform and the ritual has been forcibly interrupted, many of the exorcists and hybrids who have consumed too much of the flesh and blood of the gods are still in a state of transformation, acting entirely on their animalistic instincts.

Therefore, Wenbing Yongli, holding the Holy Communion, shone like a firefly in the darkness, attracting the frenzied attacks from all directions.

However, as a master of swordsmanship, Wenbing Yongli's physical strength was indeed extraordinary. After paying the price of a hundred or so wounds, breaking a leg and losing an arm, she actually managed to break through the encirclement of those madmen.

With the cave entrance right in front of me, the night view outside was so magnificent and profound.

Wen Bingyongli, who had been on edge, was overjoyed, and her wildly beating heart calmed down.

With the power of the Holy Body, he can recover completely and make a comeback!

However, just as the bird, thinking it was about to break free of the net, stepped out of the cave and escaped the snare, a low, incantation-like chant came from behind it.

The tenth commandment is: You shall not covet your neighbor’s house, or your neighbor’s wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.

As the voice echoed around, Wen Bingyongli, who had struggled to reach the cave entrance, turned around stiffly and limped back to the high platform.

Waves of excruciating pain surged through his limbs. Covered in blood and nearly riddled with wounds, the priest, in a near-crawl position, circled around and returned to his starting point.

On the high platform, Samael looked down at the almost unrecognizable Wen Bingyongli with amusement, slowly extended his fingers, and spoke leisurely.

"You've had your fun with this thing, it's time to give it back to me."

With her remaining arm trembling, Wen Bingyongli raised the spotless right wrist of the saint and returned it to the man before her in a gesture of offering. Her once proud and joyful eyes were now lifeless.

Samael, who had been observing the whole thing with a cold eye, had an unusually bright smile.

As he said, the dramatic contrast of seeing hope and then collapsing from that hope into the deepest despair is undoubtedly a wonderful enjoyment for some pleasure-seekers.

This is something that not only Moon Byung-yong-ri enjoys doing, but he does too.

After all, it seems that I am also a member of the pleasure-seeking group.

Well, since we've already had our fun, let's stop here.

It's time to end this absurd farce.

At that moment, Samael casually reached out and took the saint's right wrist, which had become the focus of everyone's scramble, while the puppet prosthetic at the front of the right arm automatically detached.

As the severed ends were repaired and the flesh and blood fused together, the damaged right arm was instantly restored in full view of everyone.

The saint's right wrist... severed arm... the power of words... the precepts...

In an instant, a series of explosive pieces of information crashed into the minds of everyone present, creating a huge uproar.

Facing the man before her, the fortress saintess Liz Byfi stared blankly and murmured the same question that weighed on everyone's minds.

"Who are you?"

"What, still haven't guessed? Here's another hint."

Samael looked around, his gaze passing over Lizbai in front of him, and at the bewildered figures. He smiled with amusement, then raised his right arm, which had been restored to its original state, and began to recite softly.

The third commandment is: “You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold anyone guiltless who takes the name of the Lord in vain…”

"Buzz!"

As soon as the command was given, the blazing white light patterns, emanating from the ancient serpent and its core, swept outwards in all directions, stripping the "angels," including Mario, of their radiance and causing them to fall from mid-air.

In an instant, Mario, kicked out of consciousness from his assimilation with the light, shook his head to dispel the increasingly ethereal hymns in his ears. After regaining his senses, he was suddenly startled and looked incredulously at the musicians he had recruited on the high platform.

It's...it's Him!

At the same time, a shocking answer emerged in the minds of several astute clergymen, and their reactions varied.

Sister Yuika Shuse, Knight Commander Liz Byfie, Calabre Frampton, and other devout apologists were stunned and their minds went blank.

The priests, sword monks, and other agents of the burial agency looked on with suspicion and uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Sesshouin Kiara, the heretic confronting Fufu in the corner, looked in surprise at the figure who had asked her to go shopping the night before. Her eyes gleamed with surprise, and her face flushed.

May grace be bestowed upon this place, and mercy upon me.

Ah, divine power… divine fervor… divine medicine… divine love… I think I can feel it…

At this moment, while everyone in the church was stunned, the turmoil within the four exorcist families and the half-bloods had not yet ceased.

"Roar! Roar!"

"Bang! Bang!"

In the center of the arena, figures tumbled about. Driven by the impulse to exorcise demons and the urge to kill, Shichiya Huangli and the Ryougi Old Man, their eyes bloodshot, fought against two monsters, one red and one black, whose bodies had swelled to several meters and whose appearance was no different from that of evil spirits.

The two bodies clashed dully, crimson blood splattered, and the sounds of claws and weapons clashing were incessant.

The exorcists and half-bloods, whose symptoms were milder on the periphery and who were gradually regaining consciousness, looked at each other in bewilderment as the chaotic battle in the center intensified, and stopped in their tracks.

The demonic influence has penetrated too deeply; perhaps... there's no going back.

If this continues, there's a high probability that they will either perish together or die from exhaustion in the fight.

Samael, perched atop the platform, swept his gaze across the scene with indifference.

For these exorcists and hybrids who are inherently flawed, his flesh and blood are both an antidote and a poison; excessive reliance on them is akin to drinking poison to quench thirst.

In reality, their unrestrained abuse had long sown the seeds of riots within themselves, and they only have themselves to blame for ending up in this situation.

The flesh and blood of God are not so easily desecrated and taken. Stealing divine power and plotting for divine authority inherently carries great risks.

Everything was their own choice. Since they embarked on this path, they should be prepared to bear the corresponding consequences.

Given the chase that took place in Misaki City, it was already quite forgiving of them to be able to wash away the impact of the ritual.

Samael didn't care whether the rest of them lived or died.

After all, he is a biting snake, not a compassionate saint, and not so magnanimous as to forgive and forget.

Alright, that's all for now. Time to go to sleep.

Samael yawned, just as he was about to abandon this mess and leave the exorcists and half-bloods to fend for themselves, when several petite figures desperately squeezed into the circle, anxiously shouting towards the fighting group.

"Dad, wake up!"

"Grandpa, please stop fighting!"

However, such reckless behavior not only failed to achieve its purpose, but also attracted the attention of those who were out of control.

The eyes of the two demonic monsters, one red and one black, stared menacingly at the few little ones who had crashed into the arena. They stomped forward, their claws whipping up a fierce wind pressure.

Instantly, the children, who were almost suffocating, looked terrified. Several of the less courageous ones, such as Shiki Tono, Shiki Tono, and the Wu Jing sisters, collapsed to the ground.

On the contrary, Ryougi Shiki and Tono Akiha remained unusually calm under the crisis, both unleashing their inner potential and assuming a defensive posture, intending to counterattack.

However, as the mottled shadows rushed in, a sinister aura descended, and the scent of death filled the air. The two girls felt a chill run down their spines and could not move an inch. They could only watch helplessly as the sharp, blade-like claws sliced ​​towards their heads.

"Bang! Bang!"

At the critical moment, a muffled explosion rang out, and the two demonic monsters, one red and one black, were sent flying like cannonballs, crashing into the stone wall and embedding themselves within it.

Live, survive...

The children who survived the ordeal were limp, and even the brave Ryougi Shiki and Tono Akiha were panting heavily and felt dizzy for a long time.

Pairs of eyes, filled with surprise, relief, curiosity, or confusion, involuntarily looked up at the figure blocking their way—a figure that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.

Tsk, I couldn't resist meddling in other people's business again...

At the same time, Samael looked at his own fingers with a sense of frustration, then glanced at the group of little guys behind him, and couldn't help but complain to himself.

Chapter 114 So, lolis, what's the price? (4.1k)

"Hoohoo!"

In an instant, the monster that had been knocked away smelled a sweet scent in the air, its mouth watering, and it became even more frenzied and savage. It roared and charged forward again, and Seven Nights Yellow, driven by the impulse to exorcise demons and the urge to kill, and the Two Elements Old Man could not hold back and followed closely behind.

At the same time, under the resonance of the divine blood, the mixed-bloods and exorcists nearby, whose reversal and loss of control had not yet subsided, also began to go mad, greedily gazing at the fresh flesh and blood.

"quiet!"

Samael frowned, and with a slight press of his right hand, the restless figures, like ants under an invisible giant hand, all crawled to the ground, unable to move an inch under the divine might of the prison.

In an instant, the field where the four exorcising families and the mixed-bloods had gathered was filled with a dark mass of people lying down, falling into dead silence.

However, the brief silence was soon broken by a childish voice.

"You are...the older brother from that night?!"

After a few furtive glances, Asagami Fujino, who was quite perceptive of the kindness of strangers, immediately recognized Samael's identity.

Immediately, the overjoyed little girl grabbed the ancient snake's arm and timidly pleaded.

"You can heal those people, and you can definitely heal Dad and Uncle Tono too. Please save them!"

Compared to the members of the Holy Church who held some reverence and piety for the Eucharist, the four exorcists and the mixed-race individuals abused this divine gift far more severely.

Therefore, not only the four people fighting fiercely on the field, but also the exorcists and the mixed-blood group, there are many others who are still in a semi-out-of-control state and find it difficult to remove the negative power that has been awakened in their bodies.

Among them, the heads and lineages of the four exorcising families with pure bloodlines, as well as those with high concentrations of mixed blood, are in the most serious condition. Some are glaring fiercely, some are hissing and growling, and some are curling up and convulsing, still on the verge of losing control.

However, faced with the situation of this group of people, and the tearful plea of ​​a little girl behind him, Samael turned around, narrowed his eyes, and spoke calmly.

"So, what's the price?"

"what?"

The unexpected question left Asagami Fujino stunned and bewildered.

"They were trying to kill me before, what benefit would I get from saving them? Don't you think this request is unreasonable? Why should I do this?"

Samael glanced around, then at the adults nearby whose eyes darted away, watching a group of children take the lead while he remained indifferent, expecting them to save the day and make the sacrifices. His eyes were filled with disdain.

After a moment's thought, Asagami Fujino, realizing she was in the wrong, bit her cherry lips in bewilderment, speechless, and could only look weakly at the older brother who had saved them with pleading eyes.

"Really, is it not allowed?"

"Considering that we've met a few times, it's possible, but it won't be free."

Samael lowered his head and looked at the group of little ones in front of him with a low voice.

"What price are you willing to pay to save your families and heal your blood relatives?"

"Pocket money! I can give you all the pocket money I've saved!"

Asagami Fujino subconsciously handed over her most precious treasure and spoke in a childish voice.

Samael shook his head and gave a wry smile.

Do you think I would lack this?

"..."

Asagami Fujino was stunned and at a loss. She stood there alone, looking at her father who was curled up in pain on the ground, and the elders such as Nanaya Kuri who were suppressed by an invisible force and unable to move. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"what do you want?"

At this moment, a petite figure dressed in a white kimono stepped forward, past a group of bewildered children, displaying a maturity and composure beyond her years, and quietly met their gaze with those dark, vertical pupils.

Samael looked at the upright figure of the young girl standing in front of him, a smile spreading across his face, and spoke meaningfully.

"Only life can be exchanged for life itself, and only the soul can be exchanged for it. Do you understand?"

"Heal Grandpa and the others..."

Ryougi Shiki bit her cherry lips, lowered her head and pondered for a moment, her gaze resolute, and with a surge of courage, she stretched out her fair little hand and spoke earnestly.

"I'd give you my soul in exchange!"

"not enough……"

However, Samael shook his head, his eerie gaze sweeping around, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"I'm talking about all of you!"

Instantly, the other four little girls who were being stared at by that gaze froze, feeling as if they were being pricked by thorns, and instinctively retreated.

"you!"

Upon hearing this devilish request, Ryougi Shiki's eyes widened in fury. Like a mother hen, she shielded her friends, including the Shiki sisters, Asagami Fujino, and Tono Akiha, behind her.