Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Beyond that gate of light lay a pristine sanctuary with flowing water and lush greenery, where millions of humanoid figures with wings on their backs, circular halos above their heads, and blurred faces that made it difficult to distinguish gender—yet remarkably similar to the "angels" described in various biblical stories—stood gracefully.

The total number... is equally boundless.

And even more than before!

Samael made a rough estimate and came up with a rather imprecise answer—at least forty million.

Now he roughly knew where Karl the Great's lavish lifestyle came from.

The four magicians, whose mental state was clearly off, looked up again, gazing intently at the ever-expanding, pitch-black "Heavenly Hole," their eyes filled with intoxication and devotion.

Ah, what a beautiful, sacred sight!

Ha, I really don't understand why I was so resistant to this blessing from heaven before.

In a daze, voices—some old, some young, some melodious, some rough—resonated and echoed in the minds of the four people.

A thousand voices blended into one, a thousand revelations merged into one word, and finally, through their unconsciously moving lips and teeth, they jointly played that devout hymn.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

The time for birth has come; let us use this to rectify all things!

Four pairs of eyes turned intently to the church members, their burning fervor almost bursting from their sockets.

At the same time, Alexander the Conqueror, bathed in the majesty of the temple, and Solomon the Wise King, also turned around and cast their menacing gazes.

Such a bizarre scene sent chills down the spines of everyone in the church, causing them to turn pale with fright.

Damn it, Pandora, that wicked woman, actually planted a mine in the Command Spells of the Holy Grail Ritual!

This isn't targeting any one specific individual, but all of them!

The Command Seals embedded in the Holy Grail Ritual can assist the Master in controlling the Servant, but they can also allow the Great Grail, which is integrated with the Fuyuki ley lines, to erode the Master through the Command Seals and, in turn, corrupt the Servant to which it belongs.

I said, how can you be so confident? It turns out you dug this pit two hundred years ago.

You bastard!

Samael saw the situation take a sharp turn for the worse; before he had even met his men, six more men had joined his ranks, and he cursed inwardly.

Immediately, facing a situation where the enemy was stronger than themselves, the ancient serpent unhesitatingly switched to the second plan, shouting angrily at the besieged church members.

"Quickly, kill me!"

Immediately, the faces of the church members froze, and they all looked at Samael, who seemed to be preparing to die a heroic death, their expressions conflicted.

Trust is trust, but they've never heard of such a strange request before.

"Maanna, open the gates, maximum power! Up, up, up!"

Just as everyone was hesitating, a cheerful figure leaped onto the Sky Ship Maana without hesitation, decisively gathered magic power, drew her bow and arrow, and unleashed her full power at the piece of cured meat hanging on the cross.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, a beam of light, tens of meters in diameter, tore through the accumulated red and black clouds and hurtled toward its target.

Swift as lightning, utterly merciless!

cold……

Samael was gratified by the clean and swift arrow, but also felt a mix of emotions, including a painful sadness. He looked at a certain Mesopotamian goddess in the distance and muttered to himself.

Honestly, haven't you been wanting to do this for a while now?

"Buzz!"

However, before Samael could dwell on these complex and conflicted emotions for too long, countless silver lines wove into an intricate net, forcefully stopping the blazing white arrow of light.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the compressed light arrow exploded, turning into specks of light dust that drifted and scattered across the ravaged ground.

Despite the biting wind, the saintess standing at the Temple of God and the Gate of Heaven, her robes fluttering, gracefully lowered her arms, turned her head with a smile, raised her exquisite face, and made a solemn promise.

"Don't worry, Father, with me here, I won't let anyone hurt you!"

Samael gazed at his filial daughter, who was looking at him with deep affection, his heart pounding with emotion, his hands trembling, and he was almost moved to tears.

She really made me cry to death...

Chapter 241 The Daughter Was an Accident, You Are My True Love! (4.5k views)

Listen to the voice of Heaven and follow the will of God!

We serve this labor for the sake of light, and we shall defend the glory and majesty of the Lord!

Accompanied by ethereal hymns from the clouds and light patterns emanating from alien keys, the Heroic Spirits and Masters who had been "assimilated" launched an attack on the invading enemies who had stepped into the Gates of Heaven and the Temple of God, like battle angels answering a call.

Come again?

Rin Tohsaka, suspended in mid-air, watched as her sister, who had only recovered a few days prior but had reverted to her darker ways, rushed straight toward her. Tears welled in her eyes, and she had no choice but to steel herself and confront this demon of lust alone. In doing so, she also swiftly grabbed Unit 2, who was trying to slip away, and firmly grasped it in her palm.

How could you betray your beloved pet at a time like this?!

Go forth, Gugalana!

Seeing that Sakura Tohsaka, who had transformed into a celestial demon, was already approaching menacingly, the unscrupulous goddess did not hesitate to throw out the Bull of Heaven, who was a dedicated meat shield, to attract the enemy's fire first.

“Moo~~!”

Accompanied by piercing screams and deafening thunder, the fateful battle between the two sisters has begun once again.

At almost the same time, the existing forces of the Crusaders also faced their respective opponents.

Queen Scáthach of the Land of Shadows battles the berserk Child of Light, Cú Chulainn, and the Shadow Servants that keep crawling out of the flowing black mud behind that monster.

The enemy ranks, a dark mass, stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly endless.

But as the gray-black fog of death spread, the gates of the Shadow Kingdom materialized and slowly opened, the deep darkness from the Shadow Realm binding these cursed beings firmly within the Shadow Kingdom's domain.

Within the vast fog, the crimson and black arcs of light formed by that agile figure, like thunder tearing through the sky, moved with incredible speed and fierce spear force, relentlessly cutting through the vast enemy ranks.

—Pierce through! Pierce through!

The surging black tide on the ground, and the mad king covered in hideous bone spurs and radiating ferocity, were forcibly suppressed, as if they had encountered an insurmountable peak.

If a single spear strike reaches a state of perfection, even killing a god can be accomplished in the blink of an eye.

Even a million-strong army cannot blunt its might!

On the other side, Koyanskaya abandoned her flashy pink tank and directly used her floating rhythmic powers to transform into a humanoid turret, displaying terrifying destructive power.

"Boom boom boom!"

Behind that graceful figure, a halo of light, like the sun, slowly rose, and one after another, floating human firearms materialized, incorporating the concept of "slaughter." On one hand, they relentlessly unleashed ammunition on Ramses II, whose strength had been greatly reduced after losing the Dark Night Sun Ship; on the other hand, they maintained their own lines by bombarding the ground with ferocious firepower from their high vantage point.

Even so, the group's several attempts to break through and fulfill Samael's strange request were all blocked, and the battle situation became increasingly unfavorable.

In mid-air, Ereshkigal, the only remaining Heroic Spirit, was forced to face the overwhelmingly superior King alone and was forced to retreat step by step.

Behind them, Princess Anastasia, despite her best efforts, could only temporarily halt the decline in front of King Solomon.

Tokiomi Tohsaka faced off against Maris Billy in a magician's contest.

Celestial magic versus gem magic;

The shape of stars versus the array of flames.

Although they could barely maintain the situation, in terms of foundation, the Tohsaka family, which was confined to Fuyuki City, was naturally no match for the Animusfia line, which was one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower.

Moreover, in a certain future, this Celestial Sovereign is the ultimate victor in a Holy Grail War, demonstrating his formidable strength and skill.

Therefore, Tokiomi Tohsaka's situation is not optimistic either.

The wounded Bazett intended to use his combat experience as the designated seal executor and his close-combat advantage to close the distance with his hidden trump card, the Reverse Light Sword "Fragrac," and unexpectedly kill the piece of dried meat on the stone pillar that was frantically winking and seemed eager to die.

But when that powerful weapon that distorted cause and effect was unexpectedly fired, it was easily crushed by Sajou Ayaka with a wave of her hand, and Bazett completely gave up the idea of ​​a surprise attack.

These are not even in the same league.

If it weren't for Sajō Aika's love-obsessed nature, even though she was influenced by "Heavenly Voice Assimilation," most of her attention would still be on the piece of cured meat hanging on the stone pillar, intending to protect her Prince Charming.

Bazette won't even have a chance to retreat to where he started.

Even so, after losing the hidden trump card, the Reverse Light Sword, this designated seal executor was immediately entangled by Iskandar.

Facing the Rider, the most mobile of the seven classes, even though this designated seal executor has considerable melee capabilities, he gradually finds himself at a disadvantage against more powerful Servants.

Currently, we have done everything we can, but we have only temporarily suppressed the internal strife caused by [Heavenly Voice Assimilation].

To date, the two Ainsworth family puppets and Darius, the head of the Ainsworth family, have not yet made a move in front of the temple.

In addition, there's the Root Princess who can easily take on Heroic Spirits single-handedly, and the Winter Saintess Justeza whose strength is unfathomable.

With such a disparity in strength, let alone fulfilling Samael's demands, they would even struggle to break through the enemy's blockade.

Victory seems a slim hope.

Above the temple, Pandora surveyed the favorable situation before her. Her heart, which had been pounding in her chest, gradually calmed down. She glanced with amusement at Samael, who was intently watching the battle from a stone pillar, and a playful smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"What are you still expecting, Father?"

"I never expected to be defeated by you..."

Samael struggled for a moment, then finally lowered his head in dejection.

"Okay, I give up..."

That's it, they won?!

Hearing that weak and listless voice, Pandora was slightly taken aback, somewhat incredulous.

Immediately, the brief moment of surprise transformed into a surge of overwhelming joy and exhilarating pleasure.

After being oppressed by you for thousands of years, I have finally won!

That feeling of triumph completely shattered the psychological trauma that had accumulated in Pandora over thousands of years.

But in an instant, the cornered piece of cured meat on the stone pillar, seemingly unwilling to accept its fate, gleamed in its eyes and let out a cold snort.

"However, to prevent you from coming back to life, I've also taken precautions."

"Oh?"

Pandora replied casually, but her heart suddenly clenched.

“Do you remember Chloe? Your daughter…”

"That child? What happened?"

“Your daughter is now in my hands. I have carved a human blood mark on her. With just a thought, she will die. I will use her to exchange for myself. How about we make peace? What are your demands? We can sit down and talk about it later.”

"Exchange her for you?"

Upon hearing the details of the deal, Pandora smiled, a bright and unusual smile, before a cold glint flashed across her face, revealing an air of arrogance and mockery.

"Why?"

Samael, who thought he had caught the other party red-handed, was taken aback and hurriedly reminded him.

"She almost risked her life to save you!"

"So what?"

Pandora remained unmoved, casually asking a question with a half-smile on her face, her melodious voice sending chills down one's spine.

Upon hearing those indifferent remarks, Samael couldn't contain his indignation and raised his voice.

"Does her life or death mean absolutely nothing to you?! She's your daughter!"

However, such moral condemnation meant absolutely nothing to a witch who had no sense of morality.

Pandora glanced at her foster father with pity, her eyes filled with mockery.

Even though they can barely take care of themselves, they're still concerned about others.

They've already suffered a major setback because they're too focused on emotions, yet they still haven't learned their lesson.

You are truly weak on another level.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Upon learning that the other party did not possess any trump cards that could turn the tide, Pandora immediately lost interest in continuing the conversation. She glanced at the cured meat on the stone pillar, toyed with the ever-changing black cube between her fingers, and her eyes held a profound meaning.

"In this world, who lives and who dies doesn't matter, only you matter to me..."