Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

This saved her from becoming a crazed woman chasing after the priest and running wildly through the streets.

Even so, with the return of the Age of Gods, the Satanic Crest is constantly being strengthened, and Kallen has to frequently reinforce the seal.

However, this approach, which only addresses the symptoms and not the root cause, still leaves behind considerable hidden dangers.

On the one hand, whenever the Satanic Mark gets close to its master, it easily enters an activated state, causing considerable trouble for Kallen.

When Samael entered, Karen didn't not want to greet him, but her legs were so weak that she could barely stand up.

On the other hand, once the Satanic mark is activated, the collapsing divine laws and the backlash of divine power will immediately ignite Kallen's lust, making her horny towards her priest, wishing she could pounce on him and sacrifice herself on the spot.

Of course, in every sense of the word.

The most effective way to achieve this result is to launch a surprise attack on Samael, causing the priest present to instinctively activate his divine authority to protect himself, thereby unconsciously activating the nearby Satanic mark.

Undoubtedly, Athena's sudden display of paternal love and filial piety was achieved through this underhanded tactic.

"You can't blame me for this, can you? You chose it yourself, Karen~-chan..."

Athena, looking completely innocent, continued to rub salt into her roommate's wounds and fan the flames.

"Why did you have to choose the divine status of Amor of all things?"

"Heh, come on, you dare say you live here without any ulterior motives? Does it feel good to see people worse off than you, Your Highness?"

Samael rolled his eyes and bluntly exposed the true nature of this cunning goddess.

"I'm worried about my friend! Now that an uncertain divine power has been implanted, shouldn't we take full responsibility?"

Athena raised her chin, retorting vehemently, while giving herself a disdainful look.

The old father glanced at him.

"I'd like to ask you: How could you bear to do such a cruel thing to an innocent child!"

"Poisonous Hand? I was saving her! If I hadn't censored her image, she would have been dragged into a dark room by countless evil spirits and demons and subjected to 18+ scenes!"

Samael, her face dark, smacked her good daughter who had thrown mud at her, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"You were very skilled at ambushing me just now. Did you rehearse this kind of thing more than once before?"

"After watching him comfort himself for so long, you finally decided to make a move. Did you already have your eye on this lamb that was practically handed to you? I've been carefully creating this opportunity for you, Dad. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"..."

Karen stared at the father and daughter who were revealing each other's secrets, her lips twitching as she sighed inwardly at her bad luck in choosing the wrong people.

"Ahem, let's not talk about that now."

Seeing that Athena was getting more and more excited, and that her goddaughter was about to lose her composure, Samael quickly covered the mouth of her unfilial daughter, forced a stiff smile, and coughed to remind her.

"Actually, relieving your symptoms doesn't necessarily mean fighting them."

Hearing her godfather talk about his personal troubles, Karen's expression softened and she perked up a bit.

"That mark doesn't just represent obedience; it also represents protection. Originally, it contained the power for you to protect yourself, hoping to safeguard you even when I'm not by your side. But as you grow older and the world changes, the power of the mark will also increase..."

Samael cleared his throat and gently explained his good intentions.

"This situation is nothing more than the accumulation of energy. If a way can be found to release it, such symptoms will probably be relieved a lot, such as exorcism or exorcism."

"I see!"

After being given some pointers by the person involved, Karen suddenly realized what was going on.

Isn't the duty of a saintess to exorcise evil spirits, purify the environment, and subdue demons?

I've been too well protected and lived too comfortably all these years, which has led to the accumulation of my magic power, leaving me with nowhere to release it.

"Wait, Dad, why didn't you tell Karen that the best way to vent is..."

"Ok?"

Samael turned to look at his unfilial daughter, who was grinning and clicking her lips, her eyes filled with a meaningful look and her expression sinister.

Under the stagnant, low-pressure air, the goddess of wisdom quickly changed her tune and remained silent.

"Oh, it's nothing, just pretend I misspoke."

But the implied meaning in her words was clear even to a fool. Karen, who had just been somewhat moved by her godfather's care, suddenly looked suspicious.

She felt like she had been played.

Moreover, it happened more than once.

"Wait, we found it!"

Just as Karen was about to question him, a glint of light suddenly flashed in Samael's deep eyes, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

"If you can't sleep, how about we go for a walk?"

A few beats slower to react, but also sensing something, the two nocturnal creatures turned to look at the deep night, nodded immediately, and their eyes were eager to try.

Chapter Eight: Madams, Your Hairstyles Are Dangerous! (6.7k views)

Meanwhile, in Xindu, at the station park.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

The sound of hurried footsteps, accompanied by heavy breathing, came from around the corner of the alley. Two graceful figures, supporting each other, stumbled and ran wildly toward the bright and open area.

"Crack!"

However, in the rush, he accidentally twisted his heel and broke it, the crisp sound of the broken bone echoing in the quiet night.

A black-haired, red-eyed working woman dressed in an office lady outfit with a side ponytail on her left shoulder slumped to the ground, clutching her swollen ankle and groaning, cold sweat pouring down her forehead.

"Quick! They're coming, they're catching up!"

Another woman with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a black monk's robe, gritted her teeth, shivered, turned back, hurriedly bent down to help her companion who had fallen to the ground, and half-supported her sprained ankle as she struggled forward, not daring to stop for a moment.

Bang bang bang!

But whatever they filmed came true. The two hadn't walked far when the streetlights behind them seemed to be affected by some unknown force, bursting one after another, and the encroaching darkness drew closer inch by inch.

Oops!

The brown-haired female monk looked back in horror at the darkness less than ten meters behind her, her face turning deathly pale.

"Don't worry about me, you go first. If you can, please take care of my daughter for me, and tell her that I love her..."

Seeing the critical situation, the stumbling career woman's eyes immediately hardened with determination, and she tearfully uttered her final words.

"Shut up!"

However, before this working mother could even set her goal, she was interrupted by the frantic female monk beside her while casting her spell.

"I'm not even married yet! Who wants to help you take care of your child!"

"boom!"

Another street lamp exploded, leaving only three street lamps behind them.

"Wait, wait... Now, now is not the time to talk about this, hey."

Like a startled quail, the nun suddenly realized the dangerous situation the two were in, and immediately frantically searched her body while muttering incantations.

"What should we use at this time? Garlic juice? No, that's for repelling vampires?"

"The black key? Damn it! The opponent is a spirit; I forgot which key to use!"

"Holy water? Too expensive, I didn't bring any..."

"The Bible! Yes, read the Bible!"

Finally, in a panic

Like an ant on a hot pan, the female nun finally found a barely reliable strategy. She hurriedly took out her Little Red Book, randomly flipped to a page, and began to recite it shakily.

"Unseal the seven seals, sound the seventh note."

The first…angel…blew his trumpet, and hail and fire…mixed with blood fell on…the earth, and a third of the earth…and a third of the trees were burned, and all the grass…was burned…

The second angel…

"boom!"

However, just as the female cultivator finished reading a sentence in fits and starts, another street lamp exploded, and shards of light flew past her scalp, causing a few strands of her hair to drift down.

"Why, why isn't it working!"

The female cultivator, terrified, broke out in a cold sweat. Her legs went weak, her teeth chattered, and she was on the verge of tears.

"What you're reading sounds like the Book of Revelation..."

At this moment, the career woman, who was slumped on the ground, twitched the corner of her mouth and spoke softly.

"Chapters used to foreshadow disasters and the destruction of humanity..."

"Exorcism, yes, it should be read as exorcism! Where? Where was it again?"

The working woman behind her looked at the bewildered nun, for whom even calling her "amateur" would be a compliment, and felt a chill run down her spine. She forced a smile and reminded her again.

“Psalm 23, King David’s praise of the Lord, why don’t you try this…”

"found it!"

Finally, with the guidance of an uninformed person, the clumsy nun managed to turn the crumpled Bible to the designated page and grasp at this last straw.

"boom!"

However, before the nun could speak, the last street lamp exploded.

"Wow!"

At the same time, a fierce wind suddenly rose up, scattering the Bible in the nun's hands into fluttering pages, which then turned into a flurry of snowflakes.

Done!

pit!

At this moment, the two women, about to be swallowed by darkness, exchanged a silent glance and each uttered the last remaining lament in their hearts.

"Chirp chirp...!"

Just as the two men, at their wits' end, had resigned themselves to their fate and closed their eyes, a terrified squeal of a rat came from ahead.

"Tsk, what do we have here? It's just a few little ghosts that have escaped from the graveyard..."

At the same time, a magnetic, languid voice entered their ears, instantly dispelling the fear and chill in their hearts, and causing them to instinctively open their tightly closed eyes and look ahead.

A tall, slender figure stood before them, one hand in his pocket, the other reaching into the surging, dissipating black mist. As if picking up a chick, he grabbed a monster by the throat, casually pulled it out, and examined it with a nonchalant air.

You call this thing... a "little" ghost?

The two women, slumped on the ground, stared at the towering figure in the man's hand—a figure over three meters tall with a single horn on its head, a blue face with fangs, and surrounded by black mist—and their minds went blank.

Evil spirits.

This ghost refers to a large, malevolent spirit that causes trouble, formed from the remains of a dead person.

Generally speaking, spirits do not harm people when they first become ghosts. However, once someone desecrates their remains or does something offensive, they become extremely angry and then come out to haunt people. They often come out to harm people in various ways, mostly by frightening them, making them sick, consuming their vital energy, or stealing their souls.

According to folk legends, the evil spirit is one of the more common types of ghosts. There are many records of this type of ghost in ancient books, and its origin is unknown. Legend has it that the evil spirit often cries outside the door all night, frightening people and making them sick, and will not stop until they die. In fact, it has similar abilities to ordinary wandering ghosts, so it is easy to classify it into that category.

However, evil spirits are still a unique type of existence, and their numbers are relatively large.

However, such a large evil spirit is no longer just a simple threat to humans.

The fact that a monster of this level can affect the surrounding environment simply by activating the death energy around it is simply outrageous!

Of course, what's even more outrageous is that this powerful ghost is being held in the man's hand like a chick.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp snap of the fingers, the surrounding darkness, which had blocked out the light and moon, melted away as if it had encountered the midday sun, like ice and snow.

"Chirp chirp...!"

In an instant, the darkness was shattered, and dozens of evil spirits with deformed heads, gray-black skin, and lower magical reflexes lost their cover and had nowhere to hide. They immediately let out terrified squeals like rats and scattered in all directions.

However, Samael on the field was yawning, looking lazy, and showed no intention of pursuing.

"Puff puff!"

Just then, as the evil spirits fled in disarray, they rushed into the shady woods beside the road, attempting to hide in the darkness once more. Dozens of red ribbons, like snakes and pythons, suddenly snaked out and easily crushed the dozen or so evil spirits.

Beneath the moonlit shadows of the trees, a silver-haired girl in a white coat raised her hand and manipulated the Shroud of Mary Magdalene to continue slaying the evil spirits in the vicinity.