Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"They are too fierce, I don't like them."

Artoria started walking forward, her black knight armor dispelled, maintaining a light and agile state for combat. She faced her aggrieved client and spoke calmly, her eyes showing no remorse.

She likes dogs, but only the ones she owns.

The more ferocious and valiant the opponent's guard dog, the more annoying it is, and it often needs to be killed first before the battle begins.

"It's okay, it seems they like you."

Cú Chulainn frowned and sneered, brandishing his spear, the golden-blue shaft tinged with an eerie crimson.

In the shadows, dozens of even larger dogs, with fur like steel needles, gathered behind their owner, whimpering. Their scarlet eyes radiated intense malice and hunger, and glistening saliva slid down their gums to the ground.

"Then we shall see if they have the ability to pay homage to me!"

Artoria's gaze was cold as she gripped the hilt of her sword with both hands and slowly raised the blade. A surge of energy swirled around the Knight King, like a crown.

In the vast courtyard, two legendary heroes from the British Isles stand facing each other, a fierce battle about to erupt.

At this moment, in the courtyard.

"Boom!"

A crimson bolt of lightning snaked down, bathing the violent little girl in its intense light. Her gothic dress transformed into Viking attire, which was more conducive to combat. The red and black parasol in her hand became a giant Thor's hammer, gathering lightning. Her distorted little face was filled with gloom and anger.

"How dare you trespass into Ainsworth and frighten Lord Julian! Are you ready to die? A bunch of vermin!"

As Thor's hammer soared high, lightning bolts surged and gathered in the clouds, like an angry dragon about to descend upon the world.

The tall, slender figure with silver braids draped over her shoulders, dressed in a red and white robe, stood in the courtyard. Amidst the crisscrossing lightning, she slowly raised her hand and solemnly chanted.

“He will reign to the ends of the earth; kings will worship him and nations will serve him, for the Lord is supreme and there is only one in the world.”

"puff……"

Instantly, a ring engraved with intricate incantations on King Solomon's hand hummed and glowed, its peculiar rhythm sweeping outwards, extinguishing all the lightning in the sky.

Meanwhile, the divine core within Beatrice's body suddenly became sluggish and difficult to operate, and an indescribable sense of constraint bound her.

The first commandment is that you shall have no other gods before the Lord.

Naturally, the so-called divine power and authority are nothing but illusory fantasies in the face of this.

King Solomon slowly raised his head, his gaze insightful and devout.

"You think you can seal my divine power? How arrogant!"

Realizing she had been caught off guard, Beatrice was furious. She immediately swung Mjolnir and charged at the frail mortal monarch without any fancy moves, ready for close combat. She leaped over him, covering the distance of a hundred meters.

However, Solomon, who had been standing still, moved with the speed of a rabbit. In the instant the lightning approached, he moved three inches to the left and took half a step back.

"boom!"

Instantly, Thor's hammer, wrapped in arcs of intense light, narrowly grazed Solomon's clothes before crashing into the ground, creating a cone-shaped crater tens of meters wide.

right!

Immediately afterward, Solomon's eyes flashed, as if he had sensed something, and he turned to the left in advance.

"boom!"

In the instant King Solomon withdrew, a fierce wind and dazzling lightning broke through the billowing smoke and landed menacingly in the previous spot, leaving behind a terrifying crater like that of a meteorite impact.

Left! Skull!

Back! Spine!

Three seconds! Diagonally to the right! Laterally! Core!

On the field, thunder roared, clods of earth flew, and arcs of light shone everywhere. Yet, the figure in the courtyard strolled leisurely as if he were in a garden, unharmed along the way.

The will of God, the voice of Heaven!

To listen to the Lord's teachings in such a humble state is—revelation!

Those eyes, peering into the trajectory of fate, were insightful and sharp. From countless possibilities, they quickly calculated the most advantageous evasion outcome, repeatedly avoiding Beatrice's offensive edge. This caused the puppet who inherited the power of Thor to suffer a severe depletion of physical strength and stamina, and her movements gradually became sluggish and stiff.

Damn it, if only the last injury hadn't been so severe...

Seeing her opponent's calm and composed demeanor, Beatrice, already emotionally unstable, became extremely enraged under the influence of the Berserker class. Her eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and ignoring the warnings of impaired bodily functions, she hurled Thor's Hammer.

"You bastard! Don't get too cocky!"

Fast, incredibly fast! In the blink of an eye!

The rules and divine power contained within the artifact even disrupted the continuity of space, making it impossible for anyone to see through or even think about.

In an instant, Thor's hammer, as fast as lightning, arrived, leaving no room for evasion!

Die, you insects!

Beatrice grinned as she watched the hateful figure about to be engulfed by the fierce lightning, her aching chest filled with the pleasure of revenge.

However, the mortal monarch under divine power, at the moment when Thor's hammer struck, sank down and stomped forward, advancing instead of retreating, his bones stretched to their limit, crackling like popping beans.

At the same time, the two arms, which had been hanging naturally and completely relaxed, suddenly tensed up. The rings on the ten fingers lit up, and floating light patterns formed silver-white halos on the elbows and wrists, like miniature and exquisite light-shaped fists. With a buzzing vibration, they carried the surging, violent tide of ethereal energy, propelling them forward.

boom!

With a punch, the compressed air produced a muffled explosion, and a surging shockwave rolled forward.

Of course, these tiny ripples were utterly ineffective in stopping the impact of Thor's hammer, and didn't even slow down the speed of the lightning strike for a moment.

But if one punch isn't enough, what about ten? A hundred? A thousand?

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, King Solomon's two arms, which were swinging forward, unleashed hundreds of punches. Under the barrage of blows, the air, compressed to its limit, formed visible ripples and fractures. The surging etheric tides washed over the incoming Mjolnir time and again, forcefully shattering the intense lightning.

Sizzle...!

The lightning subsided, the clouds dispersed, and the mortal monarch standing in place found his magnificent robes torn, revealing his naked upper body.

Beatrice was shocked to discover that beneath the wide-sleeved robe were well-proportioned and explosive muscles, which seemed to contain astonishing power.

"You think you're so tough? Let's see how long you can hold out!"

After suffering repeated setbacks, the berserker's consciousness gradually began to be dominated by rage. His pupils turned bloodshot, he picked up Thor's hammer, pounced forward, and attacked with deadly moves. He even resorted to fighting styles that risked injury for death, acting like a madman.

Compared to Beatrice's extreme madness, Solomon was extremely calm.

Every move is calculated, and no useless waste is ever made. Even with the strength of mortals, they can fight against gods!

He is the son of David, the grandson of Abraham, and the king of Israel.

Israel means "one who struggles with God".

Because their ancestor Jacob had fought with God, passed the test, and even defeated the angels to win the victory.

In fact, this fighting technique was passed down through the Israelites and learned by them. Solomon, as the King of Wisdom, was naturally proficient in all arts, and in boxing, he was the foremost among the three kings of Israel, even surpassing the prophet Moses in skill.

Although Solomon was known as the King of Magicians throughout neighboring countries, he almost never used magic. This was because, apart from his cautious use of miracles, if force was required, his fists were enough to solve any problem.

Magic, on the contrary, became something inconvenient, merely serving as a foil to the legendary aura.

The Israeli boxing champion truly deserves the title.

In the courtyard, thunder roared and light patterns flickered.

The berserker madman and the wise king, their fighting spirits high, engaged in a fierce battle.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the barrier, Angelica, the archer knight clad in golden armor, also faced her opponent.

“My name is Scáthach, and I come from the Land of Shadows.”

Accompanied by a cold, deep sigh, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, dressed in a sophisticated office lady outfit, changed into a light purple bodysuit amidst the shimmering light.

The chilling aura rushed towards her, causing Angelica to frown and feel a prickling sense of foreboding.

The purple-haired beauty's outstretched fingers gripped two scarlet thorny spears, dragging them forward. The sharp spear tips sparked as they struck the marble floor. Her purple eyes shone with the fervor and solemnity of a warrior.

"Let me see your strength, King of Mesopotamia. If you fail, I will take your life!"

As her gaze fell upon the inscriptions floating on the two crimson magic spears, Angelica's pupils contracted slightly, and her wooden expression softened with a hint of emotion.

God-killing armor! Special attack on divinity!

At this moment, Angelica's gaze sharpened, as if facing a formidable enemy. Behind her, the Gate of Babylon opened fully, revealing the prototypes of numerous swords, spears, and halberds, ready to be unleashed.

At almost the same time, the divided battlefields also fell into a stalemate.

"Standby, slave go! Excellent, excellent, very good! Type 79 Tamamo tank, gloriously destroy this imposter!"

"Incessant noise! ​​By the God Ra, my solar ship, today, by the light of the sun, I will burn you all to ashes! Now, right here!"

Koyanskaya, driving her beloved Tamamo Type 79 tank, and Ramses II, piloting the Dark Sun Ship, engaged in a constant war of words, exchanging barrages across the land, unleashing their respective powers as sun gods.

"I have been constantly marching towards the ends of the earth. You, on the other hand, have conquered civilization with savagery. Hmm, what a surprising result! You are indeed a formidable opponent!"

"Then let's see which comes out on top: your conquest or my domineering ways!"

Within the inherently intertwined boundaries, Alexander charged forward in his chariot, while Charlemagne raised his holy sword and invoked the name of the gods. Though the two monarchs respected each other, they showed no mercy to one another.

Because the greatest respect for an enemy is to fight with all your might and destroy them!

Chapter 214 Never won a fight, but never lost a game of blunders (4k)

Ainsworth, the backyard.

Sakura Tohsaka gazed at the two similar faces that appeared before her, aboard the Sky Ship Maanna. Her cherry lips were tightly pursed, and her pretty face, which had been filled with a hint of expectation, suddenly darkened.

"Why is it you again!"

"Sakura, do you really hate seeing us that much? Or is it that the person you're waiting for hasn't come?"

The goddess-like Rin Tohsaka gracefully jumped down from her magnificent vehicle, quietly looking at her younger sister, and spoke seemingly casually.

However, even though the tone was extremely calm, it sounded incredibly sharp and grating to Sakura Tohsaka's ears.

"Shut up……"

The girl's shoulders trembled slightly, and she lowered her head. Her clenched fists turned bluish-white from excessive force, and her fingernails unknowingly pierced her palms, cutting her skin and causing a faint stinging pain.

"Is it because of that person?"

"Shut up."

Sakura Tohsaka's voice became even more gloomy and low, and she buried her head even deeper.

"you are always like this."

Rin Tohsaka glanced at her younger sister in front of her and shook her head indifferently in judgment.

"You work so hard, even at your own expense, just to please everyone, yet you place all your hopes on others; you never say what you want; in the end, you get nothing and can only futilely resent others' indifference. Sakura, when will you change this gloomy and self-deprecating personality of yours?"

Sakura Tohsaka's body stiffened slightly. The condescending tone of her voice caused a sharp pain in the fragile heart of the girl. Her clenched teeth rubbed her cherry lips until they bled, and a faint taste of rust filled her mouth.

"Shut up!"

The resistance that escaped from the girl's throat carried a chilling, suppressed edge.

Rin Tohsaka realized that her attempt to comfort her sister had not only failed to console her, but had actually made the girl's emotions even more unstable. She sighed helplessly.

“We’re family, not enemies. Nobody’s asking you to live so cautiously. You can actually be a little willful. If you want to know his whereabouts, I can tell you, as long as…”

"Shut up! You don't understand anything at all!"

Experiencing the fall from hope to despair once again, and having to endure this condescending criticism, Sakura Tohsaka's buried resentment erupts once more.

Instantly, surging divine power surged and churned around his body, forming a tangible flame. His slightly soft, short black hair moved without wind, turning into an eerie pinkish-white, and scarlet divine patterns gradually appeared on his skin.

"I can now confirm that she really is our younger sister, because her gloomy personality is really similar to yours in the past."

Seeing that the negotiations had broken down again, Rin Tohsaka turned to look at her twin sister beside her and complained irritably.

So what if I stabbed you and hung you out to dry like cured meat? You really hold a grudge.

Ereshkigal, who was lying on the ground and got shot, rolled her eyes at Rin Tohsaka, then made a fist with her right hand, conjuring a golden-red spear wheel, and stepped forward, her divine power pulsating.

"All this talk is just asking for trouble! If you want him to come pick you up, you'd better beat us first!"

"Just two defeated opponents, how arrogant!"

Sakura Tohsaka, whose wounds had been repeatedly exposed, finally erupted. Her face was as cold as ice, and surging divine power transformed into horn-like branches above her head. At the same time, she slightly parted her hands and chanted softly.

"The anxiety stems from love itself."