Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"I saw the world turn into a vast ocean, and he sailed through the storm..."

Ok?

For a moment, the magicians and Servants who were all listening intently had big question marks on their heads.

The world... the ocean... the storm... the ark...

The Great Flood?! Noah the Benefactor?!

As their thoughts converged, the group arrived at their answer.

They looked at each other blankly, their bodies somewhat numb.

This isn't right, is it? How come there's one more?

At that moment, a pair of eyes beneath the golden mask suddenly burst forth with intense light.

Noah, the descendant of Adam, the progenitor of new life!

The body beneath Avisbro's cloak trembled slightly, not from mere shock, but more from a kind of excitement.

The word "Golem" comes from Kabbalah magic, which originally meant "fetus" or "prototype," that is, the secret art of "reproducing the process of God creating man." However, powerful weapons cannot be considered the complete form. "The great king who guides us, who have endured countless hardships, back into the Garden of Eden"—this is the complete form of the golem that Avisbroun seeks.

Simply put, it means using human power to recreate God's great work, creating the original man Adam, and using this as an opportunity to find the way back to Eden, washing away all human defects and suffering.

Since humanity was burdened with original sin and banished to this evil land, disease, aging, and disability have become an inescapable nightmare for humankind.

Even the greatest minds are limited by the limits of the body.

For example, he himself was often ill due to weakness, with skin diseases being the most serious. Therefore, he often had to cover himself with a cloak and mask, and could not even look directly at the sun.

His masterpiece in the underground magic workshop is almost finished; it's just missing the final step.

If we add this factor, perhaps everything will become even more perfect!

However, Avisbro's joy at this moment was destined to be shared by no one.

The magicians and Servants present were all perplexed by the confusing information and the increasingly mysterious identity of a certain person.

Joan of Arc's old acquaintance, Roman consul, Frankish king, Valkyrie's favorite, Noah the Benefactor... which one is he really?

Moreover, regardless of their identity, they all seem to be people not to be trifled with.

If he were the red team's "King of Pieces," there would be no point in playing!

The magicians of the Thousand Worlds Tree, already sensing a bleak future, were all extremely depressed.

"Gentlemen, according to the contract, [King Chess] will not personally participate in the battle. So no matter if he is strong or weak, or who he is, as long as we work together, we may still have a chance to win!"

Just as the atmosphere on the field was somber, Joan of Arc, on the stage, raised her flag and raised her arm, her expression solemn, and with an impassioned tone, rekindled the fighting spirit of the crowd.

"Moreover, once we cross this insurmountable barrier, we will be able to face the divine countenance directly and have all our wishes fulfilled!"

The saying goes, "High risk, high reward; take a gamble and you might win big."

With Wang Qi not participating in the battle and receiving two doses of "chicken blood" (a metaphor for encouragement and motivation), everyone's spirits were lifted and their fighting spirit was rekindled.

"Very good, my elite troops. It seems you now know what you are meant to do!"

Seeing the magicians and heroic spirits below the stage, who had shaken off their previous defeat, Vlad III, who was surveying the surroundings from his throne, nodded in satisfaction. He then rose and stepped forward to stand beside Joan of Arc, shouting loudly.

"Even with a formidable enemy before us, as heroes, we never fear, never retreat! More than 500 years ago, weak Romania used its fortified cities and spears to break the claws of foreign enemies, pierce the flesh and blood of infidels, and defend the glory of the Lord; more than 500 years later, with you, a group of strong soldiers from different eras, we are even less likely to lose! From this moment on, let's do our best to repair the Thousand World Tree Castle and actively prepare for war!"

"We are willing to be your sword and shield, my king!"

Hearing the impassioned speech of this guardian general, both heroes and magicians were deeply moved and couldn't help but admire this king who was both cruel and noble.

Vlad III nodded slightly, then paused, glanced at the saint beside him, and spoke solemnly.

"Furthermore, based on the previous performance on the battlefield, I trust Ruler's judgment, so I have decided to stay behind and oversee the rear. The command and control of the front lines will be fully handled by Her Highness the Saintess!"

What? An outsider is leading the Thousand World Tree family?

The sudden delegation of power and appointment caused quite a stir, leaving many people somewhat taken aback.

"No need to say anything more, my mind is made up!"

Before anyone could offer any advice, Vlad III waved his hand to reject the proposal, decisively silencing any other ideas.

"The wars of the past taught me a lesson: to win, we must work together and make good use of every bit of our strength. Now that I have chosen to believe, I will not waver easily. Alright, it's decided then. I don't know when the next battle will begin, so go do what you need to do."

Seeing Vlad III's resolute demeanor, the crowd had no choice but to obey the king's orders.

Moreover, it was indeed the case; they only had six riders and were inherently less powerful than their opponents, so they desperately needed Joan of Arc's help.

Danic, left standing to the side, turned pale and gloomy, unable to lash out.

As night deepened, a figure descended the winding staircase, heading into the dark depths of the underground.

After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by the hum of the gate, Danic, with a gloomy face, walked into the spacious underground hall and looked towards the end of the steps.

"I heard that you seem to have encountered two very formidable opponents?"

An elegant and gentle murmur came from the darkness, and a pair of intelligent eyes looked down at the person who had just arrived.

Stop this pointless speculation. Don't you have any ideas?

He realized that those fools' answers were all wrong, and that he was nothing more than a magician skilled in deception.

"Oh? Why do you see it?"

Upon hearing this chilling conclusion, the figure in the darkness drawled out, seemingly with a hint of amusement.

At this point, Danic had gone from initial excitement to doubt, and finally reverted to his usual indifference, listlessly revealing what he saw as a ridiculous farce.

Five completely different answers, each from a different candidate.

Due to his class, the enemy Berserker Spartacus is illogical and his words are unreliable.

Our Rider Astolfo has a problem with "rational evaporation" and his words are unreliable;

Siegfried is a fictional hero, his true prototype being the Norse dragon-slaying hero Sigurd, while also incorporating elements of popular European chivalric literature. Therefore, he is a contradictory combination of heroic epics and chivalric novels, his woven memories containing large gaps. A person who cannot even understand his own past will naturally offer unreliable answers.

Caleb came from the church, those quack believers who constantly spout the Lord's teachings but secretly commit all sorts of wicked acts, and they even pretend to listen to other people's confessions—none of them are trustworthy.

As for Joan of Arc, the last of the saints...

Danic outwardly made no judgments, but to this day, he has absolutely no trust in outsiders from the Ruler class.

Perhaps this woman is just spreading alarmist rumors, exaggerating the extent of her opponent's power, making everyone on the Thousand World Tree side feel insecure, which would naturally make it easier for her to seize power.

The conman, judging others by his own standards, gave a cold smile.

"A con artist skilled in illusion can subtly influence the thinking of those around them through the technique of [cognitive distortion], giving them a false sense of familiarity."

Danic gripped the scepter, pondering intently, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"It might be possible for one person to be very familiar with him, but for a group of people to be very familiar with him is only a deliberate illusion created by the enemy."

That seems to make a lot of sense.

The figure in the darkness nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this reasoned analysis, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke leisurely.

"Then let's skip this argument and talk about your question first, Master..."

Chapter 54 Reines Muzan Case Files 4k

Meanwhile, in the pitch-black night sky, a magnificent ancient courtyard floats suspended in the clouds.

The figure sitting in the pavilion gracefully put down the teacup, and the vertical pupils that looked down at the world cracked with cross-shaped light patterns, as if they had discovered some interesting melody. The corners of her slightly pursed lips curled up into a slightly pleasant arc.

"What are you looking at? You seem quite happy?"

A languid voice came from the other side. The Assyrian empress, yawning, was like a snake about to hibernate. She forced herself to stay awake, refilling her boss's teacup with the teapot while casually asking questions.

"A small pebble thrown into the water is... a rather interesting discovery."

Samael withdrew his gaze from looking down, picked up his teacup, took a sip of the perfectly heated black tea, and smiled at Semiramis, who was serving him opposite him, before speaking meaningfully.

When a pebble is thrown into the water, it will inevitably create ripples and stir up the waves.

Just as a storm begins with a ripple and a wave is formed from a gentle ripple, all grand changes often have an inconspicuous beginning.

What could possibly pique this person's interest was that the "small pebble" hidden underground in the Yggdrasil family's territory must have some significance.

But it was only "slightly".

"So, that's why you led them to retreat?"

The Empress toyed with the cup, raised her narrow eyes, and looked thoughtfully at the person opposite her.

"There was no other way. Things happened so suddenly. I was unprepared and just wandered around the entrance of the Thousand World Tree's house. I didn't have many cards to play. If I take advantage of the information gap during our first meeting, I can gain some benefits unexpectedly. If I get too greedy, I don't care, but you guys are more likely to crash and burn."

Samael spread his hands and shrugged helplessly.

Need more people? If you need more people, why aren't you letting me out?! You've locked me up all day!

He was in heat all day! Damn it!

Semiramis recalled her shameful day and night in her mind. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the boss who was trying to shift the blame. She clenched her silver teeth, and a crisp crunching sound could be faintly heard from her cherry lips.

The instigator pretended to be nonchalant, avoiding the scrutinizing gaze, and turned his face to look at the rooftop garden under the night sky.

That deep expression left one wondering whether he was studying the house's structure or contemplating the next battle plan.

There's no way I can tell them that I didn't intentionally lock myself in for a whole day and night, but just went out for a walk and forgot about it...

Semiramis would probably pounce on him on the spot and bite him to death.

But to be fair, an eagle that has been up all day and night will produce different results.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "wild"...

The ancient snake savored the unusual aftertaste, and a feeling of lingering pleasure welled up in its lower abdomen. Its mouth went dry, and it couldn't help but drink the tea in the cup in one gulp to suppress the heat in its body.

"Let me pour you another cup."

"Okay, thanks..."

After drinking the fresh tea, the pleasant sounds abruptly stopped. Samael looked down at the cup in his hand, his smile slightly stiffening.

Sublime

Snake—Mushumaf.

"What's wrong? Is it because I haven't treated you well, Your Highness?"

Semiramis, holding a wine jug, looked innocent and devout.

It has to be said that Samael almost believed it with that sincere expression.

"It's okay, I just drank it too fast, the water was a little hot."

A smile forced a smile onto the slightly stiff face of the ancient snake. He coughed and waved his hand, pushing the remaining half-cup of spiked black tea aside.

"Black tea tastes best when it's hot."

The Empress stood up with a smile and, without saying a word, filled her boss's cup, which was then affectionately placed into Samael's hands. This warm hospitality made him feel right at home.

By the way, the hometown of a certain demon king seems to be Hell.

Therefore, the character 【归】 naturally refers to this place.

Samael looked down at the reddish-black, purplish-black substance in his cup, and even his steely stomach couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Immediately, the ancient snake's eyes darted around, its hand slipped, and the cup "unfortunately" fell to the ground.

"oops!"

At the same time, Samael let out a rather exaggerated exclamation, and his heartbroken face almost forced out an uncontrollable smile.

Snapped!

However, a slender, fair hand swiftly scooped up the cup from the ground and caught it just before it hit the ground, without spilling a single drop of liquid.

"How could you be so careless? Here, drink it while it's hot; the flavor is at its best right now."

The Empress rose from under the table, smiling as she handed the cup back to Samael, offering him words of comfort with affection.

Her professional demeanor was just like that of Pan Jinlian, who was trying to persuade Wu Dalang to take medicine at his bedside.

Ha, women, they say they won't hold grudges, but they're still so petty.

Caught red-handed, the ancient serpent, with Semiramis nestled beside it and feeding it almost by hand, drank the perfectly brewed black tea with tears in its eyes.

Yeah, that's awesome!

It felt like magma was pouring into my throat, savagely rushing into my stomach, and then the heat from the melting of gold and stone split into two streams, rushing upwards to the top of my head. My brain was trembling, and I could almost hear ethereal hymns in my ears.