Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Therefore, from that moment on, the two dolls already knew,

The Ainsworth family's millennia-long tragic wish is nothing but a joke.

This thing can't save the world, and it can't save anyone.

Naturally, this could not save Julian, who was being gradually replaced by his ancestor Darius.

That alone is certainly not enough to make the two puppets of the Ainsworth family turn against them.

But Samael not only gave them the truth, but also hope.

"...As for other desires such as becoming a hero, reaching the source, or saving souls, these are not problems if I want them to be..." (See Chapter 240 for details)

The previous statement was not intended as a baseless boast or to boost morale within the church ranks, but rather was specifically said to the two puppets of the Ainsworth family.

He has a way to save Julian, who is being replaced by Darius.

This is the hidden meaning of the ancient serpent.

Based on subtle observations of facial expressions, Samael knew then that he had successfully turned two of the Ainsworth family's dolls against Pandora right under her nose.

So the next step is to show them hope for a comeback and an opportunity to defect.

For example, the scales of victory were tipping in favor of the Church; the Winter Saintess was not invincible.

Afterwards, although there were some twists and turns, the Dark Council's reinforcements arrived as promised, and Pandora used up all the cards in her hand except for those from the House of Ainsworth.

At this crucial moment, it was time for the two puppets from the Ainsworth family to make a choice.

Will Ainsworth follow that wicked saint and drown in that vain fantasy, ruining his future? Or will he take a gamble, accept Samael's olive branch, and make a final effort to save himself and Julian?

Without a doubt, everything went as Samael predicted; he won his gamble.

In the end, Angelica and Beatrice chose to remain true to their kinship and their feelings, raising the banner of rebellion against the saintess and their ancestors.

Even more coincidentally, perhaps due to overconfidence, or perhaps due to the conditions of the Ainsworth family's alliance with Pandora,

This witch of calamity didn't tamper with the class cards used for [Dream Summoning]. Chloe, who betrayed her mother outside and is still alive and kicking, is a prime example.

Therefore, Angelica and Beatrice, who also used class cards to transform, were not only not controlled by the Winter Saintess, but also successfully betrayed her. They not only defeated Darius, but also almost ruined the Calamity Witch's plan.

It has to be said, karma really came fast.

Samael valued emotions too much, which allowed Pandora to use this to her advantage.

Pandora underestimated emotions and was secretly outmaneuvered by Samael.

This long-awaited reunion between father and daughter has temporarily ended in a draw...

"I'm starting to regret it now, why didn't I shut you up too..."

At this moment, the situation reversed, and Pandora, who had become all alone in the blink of an eye, glanced wistfully at the cured meat hanging behind her, feeling extremely annoyed.

Who would have thought that even though this guy was chained to a pillar, he could still use his deceitful tongue to swindle her three most trusted cards?

It must be said that the level of deception displayed by this fraudster truly lived up to his reputation as "Satan."

"It seems you have no chance."

Samael looked around, watching the two Ainsworth dolls approaching from opposite sides, their eyes fixed on each other, and Ereshkigal hovering in mid-air, gun in hand. A smile of pleasure crept onto his lips.

"Cheekmate (dying)!"

"With them?"

However, facing the three who were closing in, Pandora smiled coldly, her expression arrogant.

"You underestimate my thousand years of preparation, Father!"

As she murmured to herself, the witch raised her right hand, slightly extended it, and tossed it upwards. The ever-changing black cube in her palm swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a colossal object stretching for miles.

Black mud, resembling asphalt, poured down from the four ever-changing sides of the cube.

not good!

Upon seeing this, the three who had surrounded the temple knew something was wrong and immediately began to plummet towards the temple.

In an instant, gun wheels pierced the air, lightning raged, and powerful artifacts shot out!

Puff puff puff!

However, the combined power of the three forces, enough to move mountains and fill seas, crashed head-on into a barrier made entirely of black mud. The unleashed magic, like a mud ox entering the sea, only caused a brief ripple before returning to silence.

"Mjlnir, the hammer of Thor, capable of crushing everything!"

"The dawn horizon that burns across the seas (Sul-sagana)!"

"Crimson Lightning of the Underworld...!"

Upon seeing this, the three immediately gathered their ethereal power and unleashed their full strength in succession.

Bang bang bang!

Instantly, under the even more violent divine power and etheric tides, the pitch-black curtain wall cast by the magic box was blasted and broken through.

The Witch of Calamity, hidden behind the curtain, is once again exposed to the public.

At this moment, Pandora crossed her arms slightly in front of her chest, her ten fingers outstretched, and poured the divine power drawn from Samael's body into the half of the mysterious stone slab floating in front of her, illuminating the dense and ancient runes on it one by one.

In an instant, the majestic and chilling rhythm rippled out in circles of golden waves, inspiring an urge to bow down in worship.

In the brief silence, the witch slowly raised her head and opened her eyes, gazing at the horizon. A cold smile appeared on her lips as she solemnly murmured.

"What are you doing here?"

"We apostles are not apostles"

Believers are not believers

Believers and non-believers

A traitor is not a traitor

They are God's agents.

Spirits who serve the light of the Kingdom of Heaven

As the earthly agent of divine punishment.

Our mission is to annihilate the fools who defy our Lord, leaving not even a trace behind…!

Above the clouds, amidst thunder and fire, the ten heavens, which had been appearing and disappearing intermittently, gradually became clear. The forty million luminous phantoms surrounding the temple, with their hands clasped devoutly in front of their chests, chanted in unison with increasing fervor.

What should you do?

"Only bowing my head to receive your grace"

Only bowing down to quell the rebellion

Team formation

I only wish to fight against the 7,459,260 demons of hell!!

Amen!

As the hymns grew louder and more resolute, the faint outlines of humanoid angels, appearing and disappearing, were illuminated by the light patterns on the half-slab of mysterious stone. Some grew the heads of lions and bulls; some had disproportionate heads and limbs; some had multiple eyes, arms, wings, and so on. The style of the painting gradually became distorted and bizarre.

"Conquering heretics, establishing kingdoms! How holy! How holy!"

In an instant, one after another, bizarre monsters materialized from the clouds, shouting fanatical slogans, and swooped down from the clouds to attack the heretics who had invaded the Gate of Heaven and the Temple of God.

In an instant, the familiar shapes of those deformed children stirred up his long-forgotten memories, causing the ancient serpent to recognize the true origin of the thing in Pandora's hand and instinctively curse.

Damn, the Old Testament!

How did this unfortunate thing end up in your hands? No wonder you and Emperor Karl were able to summon angels and manifest the illusion of heaven!

Planetary debris, alien keys, the Old Testament...

Are you sure you're not just filling in for Lao Ma and coming back to cause me trouble?

Looking at his filial daughter, who had just revealed another treasure designed to trick him, and then pulled off a daring act that left him speechless, he couldn't help but mentally rant and rave, his thoughts becoming increasingly chaotic and even starting to stray off course.

So, Old Ma is completely finished, and God might still be a girl?

"Do you remember what I said? You would help me, Father..."

The Calamity Witch, who stole divine power and usurped the name of God, glanced mockingly at the bastard behind her and commanded thousands of Old Testament angels to launch an attack on Angelica, Beatrice, Ereshkigal, and others.

"My divine power alone does not constitute my authority. They are merely empty illusions that cannot last long, much less withstand any resistance. Similarly, they cannot alter the predetermined fate of humanity as recorded on the spiritual particle record."

However, Samael's fluctuating emotions quickly calmed down, and his serpentine vertical pupils, which opened and closed, had already seen through the true nature of these Old Testament angels, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face.

"So, all you're doing is a futile struggle, what's the point?"

"When did I ever say I wanted to change the 'script' inscribed on the [Spiritual Particle Recording Fixed Tape]?"

However, faced with the rapidly deteriorating situation, Pandora raised the corners of her lips and looked meaningfully at her suffering father god on the stone pillar. Her beautiful face blossomed with a playful smile.

"Actually, compared to cleaning up the world by rewriting the 'script' of human history, there is a simpler way, such as summoning mature 'human evil' to destroy the entire 'spiritual particle record fixed tape'..."

Carefully revising the script is nowhere near as convenient as simply flipping the table.

This man kept insisting on revising the script, all in order to deliberately conceal the more convenient answer.

The Witch of Calamity, who had long seen through this hidden thought, admired Samael's stunned and frozen expression. A pleased smile curved her lips, and with a wave of her hand, the red and black mud dripping from the magic box automatically formed a dense magic summoning circle around him.

"Fill it full, fill it full, fill it full, fill it full, fill it full!"

The cycle begins again, followed by five

However, the moment of fullness is also the moment of abandonment…

Instantly, as the deep chanting reached his ears, Samael, hanging on the stone pillar, changed his expression drastically and shouted a warning.

"She's about to summon a fully formed beast and destroy the spirit particle recording tape. Stop her, quick!"

"too late!"

The three, including Ereshkigal, who were being held back by thousands of Old Testament angels, smiled coldly and uttered their final syllables.

"Emerging from the crown,

They cycled back and forth on the three-way intersection leading to the kingdom.

"Hear my call, calamity will descend!"

"you……"

The ancient serpent, watching helplessly as Pandora completed the ritual, had eyes that were practically popping out of their sockets.

The more intense Samael's reaction, the brighter and more confident Pandora's smile became.

"What is it, Father?"

She was now eager to see that helpless and angry expression.

"You finally..."

Samael's body trembled, seemingly unable to suppress the grief and indignation in his heart, but as the head was raised, the face sunken in the shadows raised the corners of his lips, revealing a ferocious arc.

"...We've been tricked!"

what?

In an instant, the unexpected answer left Pandora completely bewildered.

hum!

At the same time, a terrifying and eerie aura broke through the barriers of time and space, enveloping the entire city of Fuyuki. The sky...

A mournful cry echoed as the earth trembled, and all things trembled in fear of the coming end.

The human-shaped body on the stone pillar disintegrated and shattered, and the overwhelming darkness transformed into a great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns, each head adorned with a crown!

Chapter 244 The Great Woman of Babylon 5.6k

"Roar!"

A deep, terrifying roar echoed through the sky, scattering clouds and lightning, and casting a massive shadow over the ground.

The birds, beasts, insects, and ants that survived in this desolate environment either fled the area in terror, or fell to the ground with a rustling sound, crawling and trembling, or rushed around wildly and died in a frenzy.

Looking up, the vast sky, though clearly at noon, was shrouded in dark shadows.

It has seven heads, ten horns, a tail that drags a third of the stars in the sky, and outstretched, jet-black wings that cover the entire sky.

Whether it was the light of the stars, the blaze of the sun, or the holy radiance of heaven, all were completely swallowed up by that darkness.