Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Go!"

Cú Chulainn turned his head and roared, his face even somewhat ferocious. His cheek, which had been turned to the side, was no longer as fair as before. A spiderweb-like red and black pattern was spreading across his skin, like earthworms burrowing into his flesh.

Completely shocked, Misaya Reirōkan's pupils contracted sharply as her gaze fell upon the arm pierced by several red and black tendrils.

Lancer has been corrupted by the black mud.

Just now, in the instant he saved himself and his daughter...

"Chichi!"

At this moment, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, and several snake-like tentacles emerged from the shadows of the rock walls on both sides, bypassing Cú Chulainn at the intersection, and shot together toward the Linglongguan father and daughter in front of them.

"Pfft!"

In the critical moment, the scarlet spearhead slashed through, splitting several black mud tentacles into pieces. The mud clumps that fell to the ground resembled earthworms that were not quite dead, constantly deforming and struggling. The piercing murmurs made people's heads throb and their minds go crazy.

In just a moment of distraction, the father and daughter at Linglong Pavilion, dozens of meters away, had empty eyes and gradually lost consciousness.

At the same time, black mud flowed over the guard dog's feet, and several red and black whiskers solidified from the mud, winding back towards the two people at the cave entrance.

"Qiang!!"

At the critical moment, amidst the flying stone chips, a sharp metallic clang came from ahead. Cú Chulainn, struggling to maintain his sanity, grabbed the several protruding tendrils and, with a burst of strength, crushed these monsters born of malice and filth.

"If we don't leave now... it will be too late!"

The hoarse roar echoed in the cave, jolting the father and daughter from Linglong Pavilion, who were suffering from mental pollution, awakening them as if from a dream, and they immediately rushed to the cave entrance.

"Qiang!"

However, just as they were about to break through the darkness and step out of the cave, a tall figure clad in golden armor blocked their path perfectly. With one hand, he drew the golden holy sword embedded in the rock, its blade pointing forward, like a towering peak blocking their way.

"Lost sheep, why flee, why resist, for God is here!"

Accompanied by the scraping sound of armor plates, a monarch with white curly hair raised his holy sword with both hands, drawing upon the divine power, and with a hymn-like chant, persuaded the stubborn enemy before him.

"With this humble body, kneel down, listen to the voice of heaven, and pray that our lord will forgive the sins of all enemies!"

Ruler—Karl the Great!

As their vision was filled with this towering figure and the overwhelming flow of magic that almost suffocated them, the Linglong Pavilion father and daughter, who saw no sign of life, were utterly filled with despair.

"Gae Bolg (Spear Through Death)!"

Just as that immense power was about to crash down with overwhelming force, a scarlet bolt of lightning, accompanied by a hoarse roar, pierced through the sky and descended in an instant.

The once calm and dignified Emperor Karl suddenly changed his expression and instinctively raised his sword to block.

"boom!"

The clash of spears and swords produced a sickening metallic clang that nearly pierced eardrums. The opposing streams of golden and red magic shot out in all directions, causing the entire cave to shake violently.

boom!

As the smoke and dust dissipated, a huge gap was blasted into the originally narrow and hidden cave entrance.

Meanwhile, Emperor Karl, who was blocking the way, was pierced through the shoulder by a scarlet thorny demon spear, dragged for a hundred meters, and firmly pinned to the distant mountainside.

pat...

A moment later, the rubble covering the cave entrance slid off layer by layer, revealing a temporary, dark blue magical barrier erected on the inside.

Lancer...

Linglongguan Misaya looked down at the several dark red gems scattered around, engraved with runes, bit her cherry lips, and turned to look behind her.

The surging red and black mud flow had already crossed the barrier, its dense tendrils wrapping up the trapped prey in layers upon layers, the woven cage extending to the neck. Only the last high ground remained to completely extinguish that brilliance.

Linglongguan Meisaya raised her right hand, her arm trembling and her lips trembling.

"By Command Spell, Lancer, live!"

"By Command Spell, Lancer, live!"

"By Command Spell, Lancer, live on!"

The girl with long, straight black hair repeated the command over and over until she had used up all her Command Seals. Then, she decisively grabbed her father, turned around, and rushed out of the cave.

In the instant she turned her head, a glistening tear fell with the wind.

"Yes, Master, as you command..."

Meanwhile, the Irish Son of Light, who was surrounded, laughed heartily, crossed his arms and swung them down, sweeping away the beards that tried to envelop and assimilate him, responding with his usual flippancy.

Its body burst forth with blazing crimson flames, instantly scattering the surrounding mud for a brief moment, shining as brightly as the sun.

My father, Luger, the sun god!

My mother, Princess Dectyr of Ulster!

My name is "The Hound of Culan", the great Irish hero - "The Son of Light" Cu Chulainn!

If you want to cross this door I guard, be prepared to leave your life behind.

Come on, you scum!

A handsome young man with blue hair and a single ponytail grinned menacingly, his body swelling and distorting under the influence of surging magic and boiling divine blood.

One eye was sunken in, while the other bulged out abnormally; its mouth was gaping wide, stretching all the way to its ears; its head had become abnormally large, emitting a strange light that sent chills down one's spine, and its hair stood on end, stiff as pig bristles, making it resemble a terrifying beast.

Although he was alone, he exuded a ferocious aura that could terrify thousands of troops.

Puff puff puff!

With his thick arms, he swung and smashed, stirring up gusts of fierce wind. Wherever he passed, the hundreds of red and black roots that spread from all directions were invariably shredded into minced meat by his domineering power and fell to the ground.

"boom!"

The deformed monster, which had grown to three meters tall, charged forward through the red and black mud, heading straight for the pure white figure at the end of the filth.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the sounds that the monster made when it opened its mouth gradually deviated from human nature.

Let's go to hell together, women!

"boom!"

In an instant, dust billowed up, mudslides surged, and the entire mountain shook violently.

Hua Hua...

As the dust settled and the aftershocks subsided, the black mudflow, which had transformed into beams and pillars to stabilize the mountain and support the cave, flowed back like mercury to the feet of a pair of crystal-clear, bare feet.

The beast, which was gradually losing its human form, looked down incredulously at the hand blocking its giant claws.

Fair and translucent, delicate and beautiful...

"To have accomplished this is truly remarkable, Cú Chulainn, the Child of Light of Ireland."

In the dead silence, Pandora smiled in admiration and raised her arms.

The bloodthirsty monster that once slaughtered armies was actually having its giant claws, capable of shattering rocks and breaking jade, moved away inch by inch.

"Roar!"

The monster tore apart the dense roots that had pierced through flesh and blood, intending to make a comeback and once again determine who was superior to the woman before it.

"It's a pity that it has degenerated into an untamable beast."

Pandora glanced up at those crimson pupils filled with battle and slaughter, and yawned listlessly.

"So, your journey ends here."

The pure white saintess gazed at the monster, which was entangled and corroded by countless roots, struggling within inches of her yet always out of reach. Her interest gradually faded, and she finally waved her hand in utter boredom.

"Commit suicide, Lancer..."

"Roar~ Roar~ Roar!"

The unwilling roars echoed, but grew weaker and weaker.

"puff!"

After an unknown amount of time, a beast's claw covered in red and black stripes stiffly rose up and pierced through his chest inch by inch, golden light spilling across the ground.

Chapter 228 Whom God would destroy, He first makes mad (4k)

Deep mountains, dense forests.

Using black magic to conceal its presence, a figure moving through the bushes suddenly stopped as if sensing something, turning back to stare blankly at the mountain hollow behind it, its lips moving silently.

Lancer...

Pain, it hurts.

The sudden, sharp pain caused Misaya Linglongguan to unconsciously clutch her chest, and a fragile, tearful light welled up in her once proud and stubborn eyes.

She had never felt such pain, not even when she learned of the death of her revered sage teacher, Paracelsus.

As for the reason, Misaya Reirōkan no longer had time to think about it.

Because the rustling sound behind them proved that the shadow followers seemed to be catching up again.

A stubborn and determined spirit arose within the girl with long, straight black hair. She immediately pulled her father along, dragging her weary body, and continued their escape.

Those bloodshot eyes glanced one last time at the mountain hollow in the forest, her right hand clenching her bra tightly, muttering through gritted teeth.

Lancer, I will definitely avenge you!

Meanwhile, inside the cave.

"It's really embarrassing."

The silver-haired, red-eyed fairy glanced at the two listless dolls in the corner, and at the black mist whose form kept shifting between a child and a middle-aged man, and shook her head with a sneer.

As those fair, translucent bare feet stepped over the uneven rock base and walked closer, the two puppets, who had just witnessed the terrifying side of the woman before them, tensed up and immediately stood side by side in front of the shifting mist, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm."

Pandora waved her hand casually, then smiled slightly, revealing a beautiful smile that concealed great danger.

"Besides, even if I had it, you couldn't stop me."

The witch, looking down from above, snapped her fingers, and black mud flowed silently through the gaps in the shadows, past the two dolls, and into the one-armed figure crawling on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the unstable and surging displacement quickly subsided, and the surging black mist re-outlined the slovenly middle-aged man's silhouette. Red and black thorn-like patterns climbed back onto his cheeks and skin, and his damaged arm was restored to its original state.

The sudden change behind them startled the two dolls. As they turned around, a sense of melancholy and sorrow appeared in their eyes simultaneously.

Darius...my lord...

"Why? I don't understand! My script was perfect! Ainsworth's defense was perfect too! How could we possibly lose...!"

Darius, clinging to the rock face, struggled to his feet, filled with indignation.

"I told you long ago that no matter how strong a fortress is, it often cannot hold out until the last moment; and the more perfect a plan is, the more likely it is to have flaws; only by being flexible can it last."

Pandora glanced at the middle-aged man in front of her, who was becoming increasingly irritable after his failure, and a hint of disappointment appeared in her eyes.

Over the course of a thousand years, this man has not learned such a simple truth. Instead, he has become immersed in outdated experiences and existing achievements, sinking deeper and deeper into stagnation and complacency. How laughable!

Soon, the witch, having seen through the true nature of the soul before her, became somewhat disheartened. Yawning, she turned and walked out of the cave, casually giving some instructions.

"Never mind, I'm tired, let's go back."

"Where?"

Darius, who had just stabilized his mental state, shook his still-buzzing head and subconsciously frowned as he asked.

Pandora paused slightly before giving a vague answer.

"Of course we should go where we're supposed to go; they haven't discovered it yet."

"You mean, the Star Palace?"

Darius immediately understood what Pandora meant, but his face remained expressionless, and he was quite irritated.

"But even if we have a place to stay, what good will it do? Saber, Assassin, and the Sajō sisters, who were supposed to be our trump cards, have all turned against us; the power of the Giant King Surt has been stripped from me; and you just executed Lancer and Rider... Everything is a mess. We don't even have a few usable cards left. There's no way we can win!"

"boom!"

Just as the head of the Ainsworth family was angrily complaining, an overwhelming force suddenly rushed straight to his abdomen, violently slamming him into the rock wall.

“Darius Ainsworth, victory and defeat are not decided by you, but by me…”