Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Throughout its long history, it has been owned by many people, including Constantine the Great, who revived Rome; Charlemagne, who is revered as the father of Europe; Percival, King Arthur's knight of the Holy Grail; and Charles IV, the father of Czechoslovakia...

This even includes Danic's previous boss—the fascist leader of Greater Germany.

After the German invasion of Vienna in 1938, some high-ranking Nazi generals, out of interest in the occult and a fascination with mystical objects symbolizing power, stole ancient relics belonging to the Holy Roman Emperor, including the Spear of Longinus.

At the time, Danick, who was a Nazi officer and magician, also studied this subject.

According to surfacing historical records, there were originally three Spears of Longinus. The three iron fragments were reforged by successive kings, which is why there are so many Spears of Longinus.

However, after continuous comparison and exploration, he finally confirmed that all three of the ones circulating on the market were fakes.

The genuine item has long been contained and sealed by the Eighth Secret Society, and it seems to contain a forbidden power that even the Church dares not easily mobilize.

In fact, Danic's conclusion was correct, just as the demon who bewitched the saintess had said back then.

The Bible contains many accounts, which, for various reasons, have been distorted and altered countless times throughout history.

Legend has it that after three wars between light and darkness, the world experienced three days of destruction and three days of reconstruction. When God and Satan, who had stopped fighting, drew a line, they agreed that angels and demons must be in perfect balance and neither should interfere in the affairs of the human world.

Therefore, the human world is also known as the "battlefield between heaven and hell".

According to the Dead Sea Scrolls, to break this balance, something capable of interfering with humankind is necessary.

It is also known as the Spear of Fate or the Spear of Longinus.

In essence, this thing is a force that emerged after the division of the New Testament and the Old Testament, which established the foundation of the world.

Therefore, it has similar characteristics to the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, possessing the power to divide space and command divine words, and can be regarded as a newborn Tower of the End.

Samael wasn't surprised by this.

After all, just as there are five Heavenly Kings, there are actually thirteen spears at the end of the twelve-spear scythe. Isn't that normal?

Furthermore, as a creation born between the New Testament and the Old Testament, between Heaven and Hell, its greatest characteristic is that mortals can also wield its powerful might.

Therefore, Innocent IV, who launched the witch hunt, used this very thing to summon a large number of angels and confidently declared that he would wipe out the Dark Council, which sheltered aberrant creatures.

Unfortunately, Samael was home that day.

One of the French emperors ran into a brick wall, not only failing to achieve his goal but also dying suddenly upon returning home.

Since it was created by humankind in the dark, it should be returned to humankind.

Samael did not take the item back, but instead issued a new decree.

Only those with pure souls and compassionate hearts can pick it up...

Well, okay, half of the above is nonsense. He's only responsible for locking, not unlocking.

It was probably because of the contract and contact between Liz Byfi, the Holy Shield Knight, and herself in Misaki City that she was sensed by the Spear of Destiny, which had been sealed in the Eighth Mystery Society's warehouse for a long time, and responded to the call on her own after her return.

Although he entrusted that old codger Laurentius to send someone of considerable influence to mediate between the warring parties, enforce the new rules of the Holy Grail War, and confuse the situation for him.

But to my surprise, that guy actually sent Liz Byfie, an old acquaintance, to report for duty.

Incidentally, I also brought along the Spear of Longinus.

Samael's eyes swept over Liz Baifi's handsome features out of the corner of his eye, and he stroked his chin, muttering to himself.

Speaking of which, is that old guy still not giving up on the matter of giving his boss a facelift?

Chapter 51 Are you ready to be drained dry? (4.4k views)

"Hmph, the Church, it's the Church again! Now that you've set foot on my territory, leave something behind!"

Vlad III's face was gloomy. He slammed his spear into the ground, and the boiling magic power within him formed a red and black blood mist. The laws of the [Extreme Execution King] eroded the surroundings, and the air around everyone seemed to be covered with sharp spikes, ready to pierce through everyone present at any moment.

Although this "Shield of God" successfully stopped the expansion of the Ottoman Empire and thus defended Western Christian civilization.

However, his excessive killings led to constant criticism from the church's higher-ups, and even his brilliant achievements were stigmatized, ultimately becoming a blood-stained atrocity.

With a cold snort, the dangerous sharpness not only targeted the flesh from the outside in, but also gave the strange illusion of growing from the internal organs. The vague piercing sensation seemed to become more and more obvious.

However, the invasion from the outside could not interfere with the spatial domain formed by the Spear of Longinus.

Black and white remain distinct, light and darkness remain opposing forces, and the world remains fragmented.

"This is the temple of God, this is the gate of heaven!"

At this moment, sensing the malice emanating from Vlad III, Lizbeth gripped the Holy Lance tightly, her brows furrowed, and solemnly chanted.

Instantly, a stream of blazing white light shot into the sky, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime, and a door formed by the convergence of light slowly opened.

Tens of millions of humanoid figures with wings on their backs, circular halos on their heads, and blurred faces that made it difficult to distinguish between male and female—but remarkably similar to the "angels" described in various biblical stories—fluttered out one after another.

The total number... was endless, but a rough estimate gave everyone a somewhat imprecise answer—over ten million.

Tens of millions of angels stood together before the temple gates, looking down upon the mortal world and the battlefield of conflict.

...It was as if a god from heaven was looking down on a filthy hell on earth.

"Holy! Holy! Holy!"

The angels, their shadows gleaming, crossed their arms over their chests and sang praises. The blazing white halo trembled and pulsed, creating a powerful, oppressive force. The intense heaviness made everyone feel as if they were sinking into a quagmire, and a surge of urge to prostrate themselves in worship arose within them.

Behind the half-open door, endless light seemed to radiate an eternally blazing white brilliance, like a blazing star.

Its source is light, its form is fire, and my lord is here!

Liz Baifi, who had been chanting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Her purple eyes revealed a majestic and murderous look. Six pairs of burning, light-like phantom wings slowly fluttered behind her, and the spreading flames almost occupied the entire sky behind her.

hiss--!

Those from the Thousand World Tree who faced this power couldn't help but gasp in shock, feeling as if their bones and muscles were bound by heavy shackles, their five senses gradually dissolving into this endless light.

“Vlad III, attacking a mediator without cause will be considered a declaration of war against the entire Church. This is the last warning!”

Liz Byfie gave a cold reminder, but then changed the subject, her tone becoming somewhat meaningful.

"Since you are resentful of your life and the infamy you bear, then strive to win this trial, step into the temple of God, and seek that answer."

In a daze, Vlad III, still seething with resentment, saw a completely different scene in those open purple eyes.

My right eye is filled with light, while my left eye is filled with darkness.

In the chaotic world of black and white, a blazing white hand, burning with light, descends from the sky, while a jet-black claw covered in scales emerges from the abyss, facing each other like chess pieces.

The chessboard, clearly divided into two sections, is none other than Tulipas's battlefield.

This glance seemed to span eternity, yet also to be a fleeting moment.

Until the long night was pierced by a ray of dawn's light.

Vlad III, regaining his senses from a daze, looked up at the light leaping over the horizon behind him.

The crimson flames gathered behind a slender figure on their side, resembling six pairs of burning wings, heralding the dawn of humanity.

On the opposite side, still shrouded in darkness, the roar of a giant dragon could be faintly heard from beneath the dark abyss. A ferocious claw seemed to be about to tear the earth apart, break free of its chains, and descend upon the mortal world.

"An excellent messenger; powerful, fiery red six-winged wing; "

You are one of the four most powerful figures in the imperial court;

Brave and fearless challenger, your holy voice echoes in the vaults of heaven: "As God..."

Same!"

You are God's chosen protector, the viceroy of the Kingdom of Heaven;

The glorious Christ victor under the new law;

You have successfully driven away the darkness.

They subdued the dragon and also locked away his power;

You are the leader of the Holy Light Spirits.

Lead us to the temple of God, to share in the glory of the heavens!

Elegant verses surfaced in his mind, and Vlad III seemed to have found the answer through comparison.

That's it!

In an instant, the arrogant king suppressed his excitement, gripped his spear tightly, bowed slightly, raised his hand to his chest, and murmured silently, his gaze filled with an unprecedented firmness and fervor.

"Lord, no matter what betrayal or slander I may suffer, I am willing to become your sword and shield once again to protect your glory!"

Besides his cruelty towards invaders, this patriotic general also possessed a quality that is often overlooked by the world.

That is, devotion to one's faith and country.

And now, he seems to have another chance to prove himself.

This will be a new war between light and darkness, and he is undoubtedly the chosen “Anointed One” (King), about to follow in the footsteps of Saint Michael and once again defeat the evil dragon!

Therefore, people only believe what they want to believe, and in that respect, they are quite endearing.

Especially for a devil who excels at deception...

In the darkness, a pair of vertical pupils, opening and closing silently, gazed at Vlad III as he gradually calmed down, a profound meaning surfacing in their eyes.

Well, as someone on the side of "justice," I hope you have sweet dreams.

Meanwhile, in the still-lingering darkness, a pale hand, raised in mid-air, quietly fell back down.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my offense. We are willing to accept the mediation of the Church."

As a solemn sigh echoed in her ears, Lizbeth, startled awake, looked at Vlad III, who stood respectfully before her, bowing in apology. She nodded subconsciously, but a hint of confusion flickered in her eyes.

What did she just say?

Seeing that his trump card was completely obedient to the church's arrangements, Danic looked at the Saintess of the Fortress who had forcefully intervened in this Holy Grail War, his face tense, and he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

"Can you represent the will of the church?"

Liz Byfie shook her head, dispelling the surging thoughts, and solemnly answered.

"The Vatican has appointed a secretary for the Thousand World Tree family, who will arrive shortly. He will be responsible for supervising your actions throughout and answering any questions you may have regarding the rules."

As she spoke, the fortress saintess casually took out the church's dispatch order and commission from her violin case and handed it to the head of the Thousand World Tree family.

With Vlad III's solemn nod, Danic could only accept the contract with a forced smile, as if he had swallowed a dead fly, tacitly acquiescing to the Church's intervention.

After all, he had already fallen out with the Magic Association. If he could take advantage of the conflict between the church and the association, he could still have room to maneuver and find a place to stay for the Thousand World Tree family and himself in the cracks.

If he offends both the church and the association on the spot, these two behemoths, now free from constraints, might team up to attack him.

As far as I can recall, the church and the association have joined forces several times, and in the West, there is basically no force that can resist their alliance.

The only exception in the past thousand years is the current Dark Council.

But Danic knew his own limitations. Even if he were divided into a hundred pieces and held the Holy Grail, he, a nobody, couldn't withstand a gang beating from the church and the association.

Watching Liz Byfee and Danicda reach a [friendly] consensus, the culprit who had blown up the enemy's castle yawned listlessly, pointed with a smile to his own intact aerial fortress above him, and looked regretful.

With that, Gu She led a large group of professional criminals who had regrouped around him and swaggered away into the dense forest.

"It seems we'll have to call a truce for today. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Want to leave?! Dream on!"

The obvious teasing tone made the proud and arrogant Danic want to vomit blood. A cold look appeared on his gloomy face, and he immediately prepared to gather his followers and press his advantage.

Even if he temporarily yields to the church, this proud magician will not easily give up on the current favorable situation.

"By command of the spell, all of you, return!"

However, just as Danic was about to lead the group of heroic spirits to take action, the saintess, who had remained silent all along, emerged from the shadows of the castle, raised her arm, and solemnly gave the order.

Suddenly, a large black Command Seal faded and disappeared from the back of Joan of Arc's hand.

Subsequently, the Servants of the Yggdrasil family, under that irresistible summons, stopped their pursuit and regrouped around the saintess.

"you!"

Danic, who was forcibly deprived of his power on the spot, was furious and glared angrily at the outsider who had disrupted his plans.

Joan of Arc's deep blue eyes met the gaze of the leader, who was clearly dominated by emotions, while her peripheral vision glanced around as she thoughtfully offered a reminder.

"Danick, haven't you noticed that there's something new around here?"

thing?

That unadulterated gaze, like a bucket of icy seawater poured over Danic's head, caused the magician to subconsciously break free from his emotions, observe his surroundings, and look at the seemingly hazy scenery nearby.

It seems like it's getting foggy...

Before, under the cover of night, it wasn't noticeable, but as a sliver of dawn broke above the horizon, something new seemed to emerge around us.